Page 44 of Beyond the Cage

He replies with a nod, lacing his fingers through mine on top of the console.

“Mannie told me you were a Marine. I also saw the picture of you in your uniform.”

Another nod.

“Semper fi!”

He chuckles and shakes his head. It didn’t work, but I had to try.

“You’re no fun. You’re supposed to say ‘oorah!’.” Squeezing his fingers, I continue. “Let me guess…you were NJP’d for violence and given an OTHC discharge.”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing when he gives me a look of total shock. I bet he can’t believe I even know about non-judicial punishments and other than honorable conditions discharges.

“Am I right?” I ask.

He shakes his head.

“Darn! I was almost certain they kicked you out.”

He stares straight ahead and I think he may not realize I was joking. I squeeze his fingers again to get his attention then give him an apologetic smile.

“I’m kidding. I saw all your commendations. Honorable discharge?”

Nod.

“My father, too.”

He nods again in understanding.

“I think he’ll like you…other than the fact that you don’t talk, ’cause he’s a chatterbox like me.”

He seems a little taken aback by my comment.What, he didn’t think I’d introduce him to my parents? And what about his family? Am I going to meet them?I keep my mouth shut, though, remembering what happened the last time I asked about his family.

We pull into my complex and I wait for him to open my door. I smile mischievously at him when I step out.

“Carry me?” Without even blinking, he scoops me up and kicks the door closed. “Again, I was joking, but this works, too.”

Laying my head on his shoulder, I enjoy my ride. All too soon, we arrive at my door and he sets me on my feet. When I open it, he picks me up again.

“Ooh! My big, strong man,” I mock him.

In my bedroom, he places me on the bed. I watch him carefully as his hand glides up my leg. He knows I’m panty-less. Not that I mind, but I don’t have the time right now. Sure enough, his hand disappears under my dress. My entire body tingles as he travels up my inner thigh.

“I can’t. I’ll be late.”

Regardless of what my mouth is saying, my body inclines toward him. My hips rise off the bed and my arms curl around his neck, pulling him down to me.

“I shouldn’t…” I whisper against his lips.

He nods in agreement and runs his tongue along my teeth. Now, how in the world does that make me shiver? I gently bite down on his tongue before pulling it into my mouth. He stretches out on top of me and I feel my dress sliding up my thighs. By the time his fingers find my clit, I’m soaking wet.

“Okay…but make it quick.”

I grab the waist of his jeans, pulling on the button. Reaching into his back pocket, he comes up with a condom. As he quickly slides it on, I push his jeans and boxers down over his ass and bring my legs up, planting my heels on the bed.

“You sure are skilled at that,” I observe, trying not to think about the hundreds of women he’s practiced with.

One corner of his mouth curls up and he pushes forward, losing himself inside me.