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Nicole felt his words move her, and they rang all the way
into her soul. She knew that he was right, and she knew that she wanted all
those things with him. She knew her answer before it even left her mouth.

“Yes,” Nicole breathed out and shakily nodded. “I want to
stay.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Jackson seized
her face between his hands and pressed his lips to hers in an urgent,
passionate kiss. He pressed her back and moved her so that she was lying down
on the couch, his body pressing into hers.

“Thank you,” he hissed through his fevered kisses. “Thank
you, I love you, I love you…”

Nicole’s mind spun and she felt a sharp shock of desire
course through her at his blatant display of raw affection. His fingers were
buried in her hair, and she could feel every sharp edge of his body against
her, and she took a ragged gasp of air as he dragged his teeth down her neck.

Nicole shook beneath him, and her hands trembled as she
tightly wove them into his shirt, pulling them from where they had been tucked
inside his pants. She rucked them up his back and pressed her palms to the
muscles of his back, and then dug her nails in, He growled and hissed at her.

Suddenly, he took hold of her hips and flipped them both
over so that Nicole was straddling his hips. She could feel his erection very
clearly through his pants, and she gasped as he flexed his hips and brushed it
against her sex. She lightly rubbed against him, and shivered at the friction.

Jackson gathered up the hem of her dress, and began to raise
it up along her body. She raised up her arms and allowed him to fully remove
the garment. She saw his eyes widened as he took in the fact that she had not
worn underwear, and she felt a delicious thrill of arousal at the look on his
face. Feeling adventurous, Nicole ground her hips against him, and he released
a soft moan.

Jackson sat up a little and ripped his shirt up and over his
head, then fell back down. Nicole took the opportunity to drag her fingernails
up along his abs and she felt a thrill as he shivered and panted beneath her
touch. She was still a little nervous to be on top, but she knew she was
getting the handle of it.

She lingered at his chest, flicking her fingertips along his
hard nipple before moving back down, tracing along his happy trail. She ran her
fingernail along the skin where his waistband was, and she felt him flex up
into her touch.

Nicole was getting breathless, and she moved down lower. She
undid his belt and unbuttoned his slacks, and then undid the zipper. She hooked
her fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxer briefs and hastily
dragged them down his long legs. She pushed his shoes off his feet, and then
fully removed his socks and pants, leaving him completely naked. She salivated
as she saw his long member standing ready at attention for her

Nicole moved back up his legs, giving his thighs a few
bites, before she hungrily took his length in her mouth and licked around his
head. Jackson released a moan, and his hands instinctively moved to the back of
her head. Nicole quickly released him, though and moved to once again straddle
his hips.

She wasted no time, and lowered herself down over his
thickness. She sighed as he filled her, and she began to gently move up and
down over him, delighting in the intense feelings. This angle allowed him to
fill her more fully. She saw his eyes roll back in his head, and his fingers
flexed into her hips.

Nicole kept her pace slow and torturous, and even when
Jackson looked up at her longingly, she smiled back deviously. She even slowed
a little, and Jackson growled up at her.

“Nicole…” Jackson ground out through his teeth, and Nicole
laughed.

Without warning, Jackson sat up, and took firm hold of her
hips. Nicole gasped as he drove into her deep and hard, thrusting up into her.
Nicole lost her fragile grip of her control and she threw her arms around his
neck and bit into the curve of his neck.

Jackson growled, and once again flipped her around and
pinned her to the couch. He plowed into her fast and hard. This whole bout of
lovemaking had been intense and frenzied, and she struggled to catch her
breath. Her mind whirled, and she began to whimper and plead with him almost
incoherently.

“Don’t ever try to tease me Nicole,” Jackson growled down at
her, his mouth pressed against her ear. “I’ll just be frank… it never ends the
way you wanted.”

Nicole panted and nodded, feeling a surge of heat at his
words. She could barely process them, though, as she felt herself drawing close
to an intense orgasm. She felt herself about to fall over the edge when Jackson
suddenly pulled out of her.

Nicole’s whole body tensed, but her orgasm hung in suspense,
and then subsided.

“No…” Nicole whimpered, her closeness finally ebbing away,
leaving her a mess of arousal. She rocked her hips up to try and get contact
with anything.

Jackson looked down at her, a darks mile on his face.

“You choose the behavior,” he said softly, running his
fingertip along her hard nipple. “You choose the consequences.”

In spite of her denied orgasm, Nicole was thrilled and
excited by her words.

“I’m sorry…” Nicole panted. “Please… I need you…”

Jackson smiled, and lined his length back up with her
entrance.

“I don’t think I’m convinced,” he said, sounding bored. He
tweaked her nipple, and Nicole let out a soft squeak.

“Jackson please…” Nicole squirmed restlessly beneath him. “I
need you, please… ah!”

Nicole was cut off as he pressed into her, simultaneously
circling around her throbbing clit. He started slow, and gradually built his
pace. Nicole felt her orgasm approaching again, and she became terrified in the
most delicious way that Jackson would deny her again. He looked down at her
with dark eyes.

“Beg me to let you come,” he ordered her, and Nicole knew
better than to test her luck.

“Please, please let me come Jackson!” Nicole pleaded
anxiously.

Jackson, apparently satisfied, increased the intensity with
which he pressed into her clit. Nicole howled with pleasure and her back arched
up off the bed.

“Come,” Jackson whispered into her ear, and just like that,
her body was racked with intense spasms, and she cried out as her climax hit
her.

Jackson came with her, and she moaned as she felt his length
jerk inside of her, and his hot seed coat her womb. She shook as she came down
from her high, and Jackson gently kissed her as he slowly lowered himself to
snuggle on the couch beside her.

When she was calm, Nicole turned to him, and trace her
fingertip along his lips.

“I love you,” she whispered, a smile turning up the corners
of her lips.

Jackson looked deep into her eyes and smiled back.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Nicole smiled and pulled herself close into his chest.

Even though this new start to their relationship had been
unexpected, Nicole was glad that now they had a chance to start over. She
wanted to give him the type of relationship he deserved. They had already made
their mistakes, and there was nothing they could do to change it. They had
their entire lives to look forward to, though, and she knew that they were
going to really turn things around.

As she lay there surrounded by his warm embrace, she felt
herself nodding off into his chest. She was grateful to have him, and she was
grateful that he was willing to stay with her. More than anything, though, she
couldn’t help but be eternally grateful to have gotten this second chance.

With a smile on her face, she easily fell into a deep
contented sleep, eager to restart her life.

By: Olivia Newport

Brandon’s Secret Baby

©Olivia Newport, 2016 – All rights
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Excitement coursed through Brandon’s veins as he boarded the
flight from Germany to Houston, Texas. From there, he’d have to hop on another
plane in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and then one last tiny one down to
Hagerstown, Maryland where his rental car would be waiting for him at the
airport. Six years. It had been six years since the top of his class marine had
been home. He was more than ready to see his family again. To hug his mother,
shake his father’s hand, and kid around with his little sister Kylee again.

He had missed them all so much, but the Marines had needed
him. Like the great soldier that he was, he rose quickly through the ranks,
making his way up the military ladder until he had been leading his own squads
into endless operations. He was good at what he did, and because of that, he
had earned some much-needed time off. Though he got roughly a week off a year,
this would be the first time he ever got three months and a paid ticket back
home.

A clap on his uniformed back brought Brandon out of his
thoughts, and he turned his closely shaved head to the woman standing beside
him. Private Winona Flynn was a good-looking woman and a great soldier. She was
new to his squad, but that hadn’t made her any less valuable. She had amazing
aim with her bullets and knock left hook that had won her a lot of money in the
bi-weekly boxing matches the soldiers had been holding for fun. She was strong,
beautiful, and intelligent. Most of all though, she was interested.

“How are you Sir?”  Winona asked. Her thin, pink lips
stretched back to reveal a smile of perfectly white and straight teeth.

Brandon relaxed as he saw a familiar face, and returned the
smile. “Please, call me Brandon when we’re not on duty,” he implored. “And I’m
doing fine, thank you. Just thinking about grabbing a cup of coffee.”

Winona lifted a delicate brow. “Coffee? But it’s a night
flight. Don’t you want to catch some sleep before hit the United States?”

Brandon shrugged his large, muscular shoulders, and shook
his head no. “I can’t sleep on planes,” he replied simply. “I’ve never been
able to. After all the time I’ve spent on them, I’ve decided to just accept
that fact and pull an all-nighter any time I fly.”

Winona’s lips pursed together and she let out a low whistle.
“That sounds rough,” she mused. “Do you want to try some of my sleeping pills?”

He thanked her for her generosity, but politely turned her
down. After all, he knew his body better than she did, and he was craving a
final cup of good German coffee anyways. He had twenty minutes before the plane
boarded, so he headed down the long corridor in search for the hot brew. As he
made his way through the terminal, he couldn’t help but notice how many women
stopped what they were doing to look up and stare at him.

Though he knew he was supposed to be modest, Brandon had
always been a self-aware kind of guy. He knew that with his cocoa powder skin,
light green eyes, and dazzling white teeth he was quite the handsome specimen.
It didn’t hurt either that he had an extremely muscular build; the kind women
yearned for on the covers of their romance books.

Through his travels, he had been able to sample every kind
of woman there was, and he had immensely enjoyed it along the way. However,
after years of playing around, he had grown weary of the easily pursued, and
craved something with a little more sustenance. The woman at the coffee kiosk
only emphasized his feelings towards the matter.

Her eyes were cornflower blue set beneath dainty golden
eyebrows and matching long straight hair. Her entire face lit up when she saw
him approach her, and he immediately thought about turning around and just
waiting for a cup of coffee on the plane. As she bounced on her toes though, he
knew he was too late, and that social interaction was about to take place.
Fighting back a grimace, Brandon plastered a fake smile on his face and placed
his order with the young woman.

~

Winona couldn’t hide her smile when she saw that it was
Brandon that was actually in the seat beside her on the plane. It was something
that she had hoped for, but wasn’t quite sure if it would pan out or not. After
all, the draw of the tickets was random, and there were six other Marines that
were headed back to the states for an extended vacation.

“Hey, looks like we’re going to be seat buddies,” Winona
mentioned as she approached her row. Brandon gave her a small smile, and
continued to put his bag in the overhead compartment. When he was done, he slid
into his seat and brought his large cup of coffee to his lips.

Though she wanted to hear his voice and see his eyes light
up with laughter, Winona was at a loss for words. She had tried several times
over the last year to try and get the man’s attention, but it had been no use.
He was, at all times, completely professional with her.

“So,” Brandon asked her as she sat down. “Which part of the
states are you headed to?”

It was the first time that he had actively tried to talk to
her, and it filled Winona with excitement. “Me? Oh, well I’m just flying to
Texas. My family lives down there and I don’t really have any friends outside
the military, so-wow. I’m talking really fast, aren’t I?”

Brandon chuckled and nodded his head. “Yeah. But that’s
okay. I know what you mean. All of my friends are military too. Except for my
family and maybe one or two friends back home, I haven’t heard from anyone I
used to be friends with before I joined the Marines.” He took another sip of
his strong alcohol laced coffee, and nodded his head, recalling the memory.

“It was like I had this huge list of people that just
absolutely swore to write me and keep in touch. By the time basic training was
over though, they had all forgotten about me.”

Winona felt an ache in her heart for her superior. She knew
the feeling all too well. In high school she’d been surrounded by the popular
girls and was even one of them. As soon as she enlisted though, it was as if
they all disappeared. Every now and then her mom would write in a letter about a
birth or a baby, but that was the only way she stayed in touch with them.

“It sucks doesn’t it?” She asked softly. In the background
the flight attendant was going over the safety procedures. Winona had been
flying so many times now though that she had them all memorized by heart.

“What does?” Brandon asked.

“Being forgotten.”