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CHAPTER TEN

It had taken another week, but finally they were home. Preacher wasn’t sure what had actually happened, but one day they were just called to the admiral’s office on the ship and told they were leaving the next morning. At that point, it didn’t matter if it was Tex’s doing or if someone in the chain of command realized what a waste of resources it was to have three SEAL teams on that ship, not doing anything…but they’d been sent home.

It was four-thirty in the morning, and even though Maggie would be sleeping—hell, she’d probably gone to bed only a couple hours ago—Preacher didn’t hesitate to call. Kevlar, Safe, and Blink had already called their women as well.

“’Lo?” Maggie said sleepily when she answered.

“Hey, it’s me,” Preacher said with a small smile at how out of it and adorable she sounded .

“Shawn?”

“Yeah. We’re home.”

“You are?” She definitely sounded awake now.

“Yup.”

“Are you coming over? Do you want me to come to your place? Are you okay? Is everyone else all right? What do you need me to do?”

Preacher chuckled, and he couldn’t believe how touched he was by her eagerness and concern. He’d never had this. Had envied his teammates when they called their women after returning from previous missions, but hadn’t expected how much joy he’d get out of the emotion he heard in Maggie’s voice.

“If it’s okay, I’ll come to you.”

“It’s okay!” she practically shouted. “Do you want me to make breakfast?”

“No. I want you to stay in bed, all warm and sleepy. And what I really want is to join you there when I arrive. Just to sleep. I can never get any rest on a plane.”

“Okay. I’ll get up and unlock the door. Shawn?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m so glad you’re home. I have a lot I want to tell you.”

“Me too. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes, okay?”

“Okay. See you soon.”

“Yes, you will.”

Preacher hung up and knew he had a sappy smile on his face. He was exhausted, he hadn’t lied about that. He could think of nothing better than snuggling up behind Maggie and falling asleep with her in his arms. He’d dreamed about it. About her.

It took thirteen minutes to get to her apartment, since there wasn’t much traffic out this early in the morning. Her door was unlocked, as promised, and while he wanted to scold Maggie for being unsafe, he was too eager to see her.

Making sure to lock the door behind him, Preacher dropped his duffle bag on the floor of the foyer and made his way to the bedroom. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door—and the sight that greeted him took his breath away.

It was one of his fantasies come to life. Maggie had turned on a light next to the bed, giving the room a soft glow. She was awake, lying in the middle of the queen-size bed with the covers up to her chest. She sat up and smiled at him when he entered. “Welcome home.”

Preacher stepped toward her. He leaned over the mattress and, to his delight, she tipped her chin up to him, offering her lips. He took them.

At first their kiss was soft and sweet. But it quickly morphed into more. The next thing he knew, Maggie was tugging at his shirt, trying to get it over his head. And he wasn’t much better. He pulled the comforter down, then he had Maggie’s head in his hands, holding her still as he kissed her hard, long, and deep. All thoughts of sleep went out the window.

Preacher had thought about this moment a lot over the years, what he’d be feeling when it came time to lose his virginity. He’d fantasized about how it might go. What he’d say and do, the emotions he might experience. But nothing he’d considered in the past came close to being with Maggie.

Before he knew it, they were both naked as the day they were born. Preacher’s cock was dripping precome, but the only thing he could think about was making sure Maggie was ready to take him. He might be a virgin, but even Preacher knew his dick was bigger than average. He was long and thick, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt this woman.

Maggie lay on her back under him, her nails digging into his skin as she clung, desperately trying to pull him closer. They’d only stopped kissing long enough to get their clothes off. As much as Preacher wanted to continue to kiss her, he needed to see her, all of her, even more.

Lifting his head, he looked down at the woman sprawled on the bed. Her black hair was fanned over the pillow, she had a small mark on one cheek from where she’d been sleeping earlier, and as he stared down at her, she licked her pink, puffy lips.

“You are the best homecoming I’ve ever had,” Preacher told her reverently. His gaze slowly slid down her body, memorizing the moment. She was perfection. Not in the strictest sense of the word. She had a scar near her collarbone, a smattering of freckles across her upper chest, a few beauty spots here and there, but all he could see was smooth, gorgeous skin.

His hand moved to her tit as if he’d done it a million times. He squeezed gently and loved how she squirmed under him. Then he ran his thumb over her nipple, grinning when it immediately tightened under his touch. He took hold of it with his thumb and pointer finger and pinched lightly, loving the surprised noise that left Maggie’s mouth, the way she arched into him.

She was so responsive. He wanted to play with her tits all night, but there was no way that was happening this time. He needed to be inside her too badly.

Reluctantly letting go of her nipple, he ran his hand down the small pooch of her belly to the neatly trimmed hair between her legs. “Spread for me,” he urged in a tone he didn’t recognize.

She immediately relaxed her thigh muscles and opened her legs wider. Preacher’s gaze was glued to her pussy. He wanted to move. To get between her legs and examine her more closely. To taste her. To run his tongue between her folds and watch her fall apart under the ministrations of his mouth and fingers.

But he was too impatient.

Thankfully, she seemed to be as well.

She moved one of her hands between her legs and began to stroke herself. Preacher’s gaze flew up to meet hers.

“I want you,” she told him boldly. “But I need to be wetter. It’s…been a while for me.”

He loved that she wasn’t afraid to say what she needed. He turned his attention back between her legs and watched as she pleasured herself, making mental notes about what she liked .

He placed his hand over her own as her finger began to move faster on her clit. When her hips began to undulate, he roughly pushed her hand out of the way and took over.

Once again, a surprised squeak left her lips, and Preacher could only grin at the sound.

“Yes…harder, Shawn. More!”

The little nubbin between her legs was hard under his thumb, and he eased his pinky into her body as far as it would go as he stroked her.

She was so damn hot. And wet. He could feel her slickness drench his pinky, and his dick throbbed with impatience.

“Oh!” Maggie exclaimed, as she lifted her ass off the mattress and seemed to freeze. Then she broke, shaking almost uncontrollably against him. Preacher had seen women orgasm before, but it was nothing like this. If Maggie hadn’t reached down to grab him, to hold him against her, he might’ve thought she was in pain.

She’d never know the gift she’d just given him.

Her hips lowered back to the bed and when she subtly flinched away from his touch on her clit, he got the message. Easing his hand farther down between her legs, it was Preacher’s turn to moan. She was soaked. He eased one finger inside her body, then two. He gently finger fucked her as she came down from her orgasm. Her juices coated his fingers and he pulled them out of her body and brought them to his cock.

He was hard as steel, and her juices combined with his precome was more than enough lubrication to make sure he didn’t hurt her when he entered.

Then he froze. Fuck.

“What? What’s wrong?” Maggie asked, obviously feeling him tense up.

“I don’t have a condom,” he admitted. This was his moment. His chance to lose his virginity with the woman of his dreams—and like an idiot, he didn’t have anything to protect her with.

“It’s okay,” she said.

“No, it’s not.”

“Shawn, you’re a virgin. And I haven’t had sex in over two years because I was in jail.”

“Pregnancy,” he reminded her.

He could see her cheeks turn pink. “It’s not the right time. And I know that sounds like a line, but it’s not.”

Preacher hesitated. He should stop this right now…

Maggie made the decision for them both when she reached down and took his cock in her hand.

He grunted and couldn’t stop himself from pushing into her grip. She smiled up at him.

“It’s all right, Shawn. I promise. Please. I need you. I want you. I want to be your first.”

Moving without hesitation, Preacher settled between her legs, pushing them wider with his knees. Her folds were sparkling in the low light. He couldn’t resist touching her again, feeling how hot and wet she was.

“Are you really sure?” he managed to ask.

“Positive. ”

“If there are any consequences, I’m going to do what’s right. I want to be in my child’s life. I will not be an absentee father.”

He felt her pussy clench against the fingers he hadn’t been able to resist easing back inside her.

“Okay.”

“Last chance, Maggie. If you say yes, I’m going to fuck you. There’s no going back.” Preacher could barely think. His gaze was glued to her pussy. He wanted this. And not just sex. But sex with her . This wasn’t just about losing his virginity. It was about being as close as he could get to Maggie.

“Yes,” she said firmly.

Preacher eased his fingers out of her body and wrapped his hand around his cock once more, using the lubrication to coat himself again. Then he scooted closer, pushing her legs even farther apart. Looking down, he almost came when he saw the head of his dick touching her mound. He could feel her pubic hair against the sensitive tip. Could smell the musky scent of sex. Hear her breathing, hard and fast. See the way her belly rippled with anticipation.

Every one of his senses was engaged. This moment was imprinted on his brain forever…and he hadn’t even gotten started.

He notched the head of his cock at her entrance and pushed.

Maggie held her breath as Shawn entered her. For a moment, the pinch of pain was almost overwhelming. It had been so very long since she’d made love. But the discomfort dissipated almost immediately.

Her gaze had been glued between her legs, watching as Shawn’s surprisingly long and thick cock disappeared into her body. But a strange noise coming from Shawn had her gaze whipping up to his face.

The reverence she saw there made this moment extra special. This was his first time, and she’d never felt more powerful and sexy than she did right that moment.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He inched closer, pushing his fat cock even deeper inside her. Then he didn’t move. He simply stayed planted as far as he could go.

“Shawn?” Maggie asked, getting concerned.

He made a noise somewhere between a yes and a grunt. She grinned and deliberately tightened her inner muscles around his dick.

His gaze had been locked on where they were joined, but he looked up when he felt her clench around him. “Do that again,” he ordered.

She did.

“Holy shit, that feels amazing!” he breathed.

“You can move,” she whispered.

Shawn simply shook his head. His pupils were so big, she could barely see any of the green color of his eyes.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“No. ”

“Good. Because I think I might never leave. You’re so hot. And so damn wet. I’ve never…this is… fuck .”

Maggie couldn’t stop smiling. “Wait until you start thrusting,” she told him.

To her surprise, he pushed against her—then his face contorted. She felt his hips thrust once more.

“Did you…did you just come?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said without embarrassment. “You feel too amazing. So damn good!”

She was thrilled that he’d found his pleasure. She was a little disappointed too, but this was his first time. He’d get the hang of making love in no time, she was sure.

He leaned down and kissed her gently. When he pulled away, there was a glint of… something …in his eyes. “Now that that’s out of the way, you ready?”

“For what?” Maggie asked.

“To get fucked.”

She couldn’t help it. She laughed. “Yes.”

To her amazement, when he pulled out of her body all the way to the head of his cock, she realized he was still hard. He plunged back into her with one long thrust.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, loving how he felt as he bottomed out inside her. She was even wetter now after his orgasm, and he slid easily into her body.

Her belly clenched as he began to move in a slow and steady rhythm. His cock touched places inside her that no man had ever reached. Before long, he was thrusting harder and harder. One hand braced on the mattress next to her shoulder, the other clutching her thigh, keeping her open wide.

With every thrust, her tits rippled and bounced on her chest, and seeing the pleasure in Shawn’s gaze as he took her in was almost as exciting as what he was doing to her body. Almost.

Then his hand moved between them. Still thrusting, he lifted his hips a bit to make some room for his hand to touch her clit.

“Shawn!” she exclaimed as he began to strum her.

“That’s it. Come on my cock. I want to feel it. You felt amazing gripping my finger, and I bet you’ll fucking strangle my dick. Oh! I can feel you rippling. That’s fanfuckingtastic!”

She never would’ve pegged Shawn as a dirty talker, but Maggie loved it.

He lifted her hip as her orgasm neared. All she could do was hold onto Shawn as he fingered her like a freaking maestro. It was hard to believe this was his first time. He was the best lover she’d ever had. He’d ruined her for anyone else. Period.

By the time she flew over the edge, Shawn was panting and grimacing as if he was being tortured. She heard him groan, “Thank fuck,” while she was orgasming, then both hands were holding her hips, trying to keep her writhing body still as he fucked her in earnest.

It didn’t take long for him to stop moving altogether as he yanked her against him so hard, Maggie had a feeling she’d have bruises. Then he grunted once more and came. She actually felt his cock twitching as he emptied inside her.

“Holy shit,” he said in awe as his hands slowly relaxed their iron grip around her hips. Then he fell forward, thankfully not squishing her under him. He buried his nose into her neck and panted against her as he tried to regain control of his body.

Maggie couldn’t stop smiling. Her hands ran up and down his slightly damp back as she did her best to soothe him until he could recover from his second orgasm of the night.

When he eased himself up far enough to look her in the eyes, he was still lodged deep inside her body.

“Hi,” she said a little self-consciously.

“Thank you,” he responded.

Maggie frowned. “For what?”

“Are you seriously asking that?” he asked a little peevishly.

Maggie giggled.

A strange look came across his face. “I felt that,” he informed her. “You laughing. Felt it on my cock. I liked it.”

She couldn’t help but laugh again.

This time a small smile formed on his face. “I have a confession.”

When he didn’t continue, Maggie asked, “Yeah? What’s that?”

“I like sex. With you. And I think you’ve created a monster.”

She smiled up at him. “I like it too. With you. Are you sure you haven’t done this before? Because you are very good at it.”

“I’m sure. And I was inspired.”

Maggie hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. Her life had been shit for quite a while now. And there were a lot of things that were still shit, but right now, in this moment in time, she was as content as she’d ever been. “You’re okay? Your mission went okay?” she asked.

“I’m fine. The mission was a shitshow. A nonentity. We were sent out there and we weren’t needed. Like, at all. We sat on our asses, waiting for our commander to get his shit together and get us back home.”

“Oh,” Maggie said, not completely surprised. Roman had basically said as much. But it was also a little scary because she’d hoped against hope that he’d been lying to her. That he hadn’t had anything to do with their deployment.

“I don’t want to talk about work right now,” Shawn said.

Maggie was completely all right with that. She didn’t want to think about Roman, his threats, or anything other than the man who was still lodged deep inside her body. “You don’t? Whatever should we do then? Sleep?”

“Hmmmmm, maybe. Or maybe we could think of better things,” he said.

Somehow, without pulling out of her, he flipped them until Maggie was straddling him. “Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise. “You’re hard again.”

“I have a feeling around you, that’s going to be my normal state. There are a lot of positions I want to try. I mean, I am a virgin, after all.”

“Were,” Maggie said with a grin. “You were a virgin.”

“True. Show me how this works, Maggie. You fuck me this time.”

Twenty minutes later, Maggie wasn’t sure who’d fucked who. Shawn had let her take the lead for a while, then he’d held her still as he took her from below. Thrusting into her over and over again while he ordered her to finger her clit so she could come around his cock once more.

She fell on top of him, boneless, when he’d finally orgasmed. They were both sweaty now, and she’d never felt more satisfied. He’d pulled out of her, and she could feel his come seeping out from between her legs. “I should get up and shower.”

“Don’t,” he ordered. “I want the full experience.”

Maggie rolled her eyes but didn’t make a move to climb off him. The truth was, she was comfortable right where she was. Using Shawn as a pillow.

“Okay, but don’t blame me when you’re sticky and uncomfortable in the morning.”

“It’s already morning,” Shawn said with a small laugh.

Maggie felt it move through her body, since she was draped all over him. It felt…intimate. Nice.

“Do you work tomorrow…er…today?” he asked after a moment.

“I’m supposed to. But I can call later and ask Julie if it’s okay if I take the day off. I’m sure she’ll understand. She already told me I could have the day off when you guys got home.”

“Okay. I have the day off as well,” Shawn told her.

“Good.”

“Yeah. Good. Sleep, Maggie.”

Preacher was exhausted. It had been a long trip home from the Middle East and his body had no idea what time it was. But he couldn’t sleep. He held Maggie against him and closed his eyes.

Sex with Maggie had been…life changing. He’d known she was different, special, but the connection they’d just shared had proven him more than right. He’d never felt this way with anyone before. And while he’d never gone all the way with another woman, he’d done enough to know what he and Maggie had just shared went deeper than anything he’d ever experienced…or expected.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Coming home from deployments to her in his bed, welcoming him just as she had tonight. Laughing about the antics of their kids, figuring out their schedules around their kids’ activities. He wanted it all. With Maggie.

The thought of kids with this woman had his dick twitching once more. But while he had no doubt she’d enjoyed what they’d just done, he wasn’t sure she was on the same page as he was.

Maggie had slid off his chest to rest on the mattress next to him, and she was cuddled up to his side, using his shoulder as a pillow. He’d covered them with a sheet, but he could see the tent in the material that his dick was making as he thought about filling Maggie up once more with his come.

“Slow your roll,” he whispered to himself. He couldn’t fuck this up. He needed to slow the hell down. Maggie wasn’t ready to have babies. Her ex was still out there trying to mess with her, and the threat of her going back to prison was forefront in her mind. Not to mention she’d told him more than once that she wanted to get the hell out of California.

Sighing, Preacher did his best to push his worries to the back of his mind. To enjoy the present. Maggie’s warm breath against his shoulder wasn’t something he’d experienced before. He’d never slept with a woman. In any sense of the word. It was nice.

As he lay there, holding Maggie tightly, Preacher closed his eyes and relived the moment he’d first entered her hot, wet pussy. He understood now why men did stupid things in regard to sex. The feel of her body holding him in a vise grip was indescribable. He should be embarrassed by how fast he’d come that first time, but he wasn’t. The pleasure had been overwhelming. Thankfully he hadn’t gone soft and was able to fuck her properly after that.

Thinking about what they’d done, and how good it felt, had Preacher’s cock at full mast once again. He tried to ignore it. Maggie was probably sore, and she needed her rest .

But the more he tried to ignore his dick, the more it throbbed. He wanted her again. Needed her.

He refused to do anything while Maggie was sleeping.

He had no idea how long he lay there with his cock throbbing with the need to be inside Maggie once again, but the second she stirred against him, he moved.

He urged Maggie to her stomach, then grabbed a pillow and put it under her hips. He then crouched behind her and used his fingers to stimulate her.

“Shawn?” she asked sleepily.

“Can you take me again?” he asked, not recognizing his own voice.

In response, she lifted her hips.

“Lay still. I’ll do all the work,” he told her.

Seeing her displayed in front of him, her ass round and welcoming, her pussy still wet from all the come he’d pumped into her earlier, Preacher thanked the stars above for putting her in his life.

He scooted closer and pushed inside her pussy with one long, slow thrust.

They both groaned.

Knowing he needed to keep this slow and easy, Preacher made love to his woman with nothing but her pleasure in mind.

Before long, she was squirming under him. “Let me get to my knees.”

Preacher helped her, and he had to agree this position was even better. He eased a hand under her and found her clit and stroked it as he took her from behind .

“I like this,” he declared.

He felt Maggie chuckle. “Figures you’re a doggy-style man,” she said in time with his thrusts.

“I’m a Maggie man,” he corrected.

He’d meant to keep this lovemaking session gentle, but when Maggie began to thrust back against him, smacking her soft ass against his thighs, Preacher lost his iron control.

He held her hips still as he fucked her hard from behind. The sound of their skin slapping together just added to the carnality of the moment. And when he looked down and saw his cock disappearing in and out of her pussy, it made him all the more excited. Her tits swayed with his every thrust, and the moans leaving her throat told him all he needed to know about how much she was enjoying this.

Her orgasm approached fast, and she was shaking with its arrival much sooner than Preacher had expected. But her pleasure triggered his own. Without thinking about what he was doing, he pulled out and sprayed come all over her gorgeous ass. Before he was done, Preacher plunged back inside her pussy, finishing deep inside her once more.

Then his hands moved to massage her ass, spreading his seed all over her body. Marking her as his woman.

“Holy shit, Shawn,” she breathed.

He couldn’t agree more.