Page 42

THIRTY-FOUR

GAGE

My beautiful wife,

You are all I see when I close my eyes at night.

I can only imagine that you’re lying in our bed holding onto my pillow and dreaming of me.

Missing me. Touching my pretty pussy with me on your mind.

I know I haven’t been gone that long yet, but man, this sucks already.

I miss being able to roll over and find you wet and ready to take me.

Do you miss me too?

Okay, enough with the horny husband talk.

How is Zoe? How are you feeling? Has the morning sickness gotten any better? I read that at thirteen weeks the risk of a miscarriage goes down significantly, so yay for making it over that milestone.

God, baby, I miss you both so much and I am counting down the days until I get back on the plane and head home to you.

I can’t wait to hold you and Zoe and our little baby.

(Yes, I am fully aware I am doing what I said I would never do.

I’m a fucking hypocrite and I can’t help that I am aching to be home with you.

If I could promise you the world, I would.)

I can’t wait until you wake up and can send me more pictures. I bet your belly’s showing already. Okay, I’ve got to go.

Give my love to Zoe, and I’ll talk to you both later.

- Your loving husband, Gage.

Amor,

Zoe and I are doing fine, Carino . We are counting down the days until you’re home, too.

Thirty-two days down and sixty to go. We are doing so well, Gage, just like I told you we would.

All we have to do is keep pushing toward the next day and each one will pass and we will be closer to being together.

Y sí, mi amor, cuando estoy en nuestra cama por las noches, pienso en ti al tocarme. ?Piensas en mí cuando lo haces? Si es que tienes la oportunidad.

In seven weeks I have the anatomy appointment and I’m going to tell the technician that we don’t want to know. I think it would be fun to wait until the baby is born. Don’t you? It would be a fun surprise. Rebecca said she would go with me to help with Zoe and to just be there with me.

Zoe is eating food like a champ now. She adores avocados, and I gave her some mango the other day and she practically tried to eat my hand.

Ha ha, it was so funny! I wish you could have been here with us.

But I got it on video, so if I can get the email to cooperate and actually upload, you’ll be able to see it.

She also started to really babble and I’m really hoping she says Dada.

God, I would love to catch it on video for you, or even better, she would do it on a video call.

I miss seeing your handsome face, amor. Ninety-two days seems like such a long time, but in actuality, it’s not.

Rebecca told me there was a time when you were deployed for nearly a year.

That makes me feel like a wuss for crying for such a short amount of time.

Okay, Zoe is waking from her nap and I’ll try to see if you’re online for a video call. If not, we will try again tomorrow.

Te amo mucho.

Ale

My fucking wife can reduce me to tears with a simple email.

I have to leave the comms tent and take a walk in order to keep from breaking down in front of everyone.

My daughter is smiling in the pictures and videos, she’s healthy and happy.

My wife is progressing beautifully in her pregnancy with our child.

And I get to experience it in fucking videos, photos, and emails.

I hate this so much.

We came back in from a mission, and after getting some chow, back at my rack, I hear my name get called.

Mail is getting handed out. I’m handed a few letters and a package.

Situating myself on my cot, I open the letters first. Even though she emails me every day, Ale hand wrote me letters.

My eyebrow raises reading the second letter, where she tells me all about a dream she had about me.

One that had her waking up and touching herself.

What I would fucking give to watch her touch herself right now.

Just the thought of her spread wide open on our bed with her fingers buried in her cunt has my cock twitching.

I turn my attention to the package sitting next to me and before I open it, I shake it like a kid on Christmas.

Whatever’s in there just thuds against the sides and doesn’t give away what it is.

Flicking my knife open, I cut down the seam and open the box.

Inside, resting on top, is a white envelope, pictures of Zoe and Ale together, and pictures of just Zoe.

As I flip through the stack of photos, at the very back are pictures of Ale naked.

I shuffle them in with the others, my face flushed and my head whipping around to make sure nobody has seen my wife.

“You dirty fucking girl, Hermosa .” I whisper to myself.

The rest of the package consists of snacks and all the extra little things I casually brought up in conversation over the last month.

Then at the bottom are two ziplock bags with sticky notes on them.

“For when you miss me. While I get to sleep with your pillow and can wear your clothes, you didn’t take anything of mine with you.”

The sight of her black thong makes me smirk. My wife knows me so well. The other bag looks like it contains a cloth napkin so I open it and immediately am hit with the scent of her perfume. Taking it out, I bring it to my nose and take a deep inhale.

It should be a crime to smell this fucking good.

I look around the tent and there’s only Jackson and McCormick in here. Fuck, I’m wound up so tight that I could come in my pants if I take her thong out and it smells like her. I could ask them to give me a few minutes. Fuck it. I need this.

“Hey,” making eye contact with them, trying hard to keep the smirk to myself. “Can you guys give me like ten minutes alone?”

McCormick nods and starts heading to the front; Jackson follows behind laughing. “Gunny got himself some spank material.”

“Shut the fuck up, Jackson.”

“You sure you don’t want McCormick to help? He can grab your arm from behind and it’s like you’re not even jerking yourself.” Jackson cackles. McCormick’s eyes go wide and he stares at me.

I shake my head as if to say, “Not a chance in hell are we doing that.”

“And how the fuck would you know what that’s like, Jackson? Had help a few times getting off, have we?” I throw the empty box at him and they both laugh as they walk out of the tent.

Knowing I don’t have much time, I shuffle through the photos, finding the one of her topless.

I groan, leaning back onto my pillow as I unbutton my pants, shoving my hand down my boxers and giving myself a firm tug.

Fuck . I lay her picture on my chest and reach for the bag with her thong, taking it out and lose it when the scent of her pussy hits me.

I needed this more than she could ever know. With all the bullshit of being out here and away from her, this was a much-needed surprise.

Wrapping her thong around my shaft, I pick up the picture and stare into her eyes as I stroke myself.

This woman is my everything and when I get home, I’m never going to let her forget how much she means to me.

I go a little quicker than I normally would, what with not having the luxury of complete privacy and not needing to edge myself, because let’s be so fucking real.

Being here for three months without her pussy or mouth is enough edging for me.

My balls tingle and I realize that I don’t want to come all over one of the few reminders of her I have.

“Fuck,” I pant as I set aside her thong and pull down the front of my pants, grabbing one of my dirty undershirts to come into.

Reaching down, I stroke rough and fast, holding up her picture and imagining I’m inside her.

“I fucking love you, Ale. Soon I’ll be home and all this will be inside you.

” I choke out a few grunts, throwing my head back as I spill into my palm, the cum dripping down my shaft and pooling on my groin.

Two more fucking months of hell. Then I’ll be home with my girls.