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  I asked her for pictures. I figured I’d just get everyday ones like the first one she sent.

  Not my girl, though.

  Oh, no. She went full-on naughty fucking nurse, and good god am I in heaven right now or what? She sent me six pictures. Three are of her around her house, and one was while she was in nursing school.

  The last two? Damn…

  My girl…she’s something else.

  The first one, she’s up to her chin in bubbles. Bits of skin from her crossed thighs to her hip, and I think there’s a nipple, peek through the bubbles. Her eyes are closed like she’s imagining I’m coming to caress her smooth flesh.

  Adjusting my rock-hard dick, I know I’m going to have to rub one out before we leave in the morning for the escort.

  I pick up the last picture she sent. She’s wearing a scrub top with stars scattered all over it, bent over her bed with just the bottom of her firm ass cheeks showing, leaving a whole lot to the imagination.

  Just like I asked.

  Christ.

  Opening the letter, I read.

  Maverick,

  Baby girl? I think I like that.

  I hope the pictures are alright. I was incredibly nervous, but before I chickened out, Lena took control. Making the dumbest disgusting faces possible and cracking jokes like you wouldn’t believe.

  But that’s okay. Cause you’re happy, right? Don’t tell me otherwise. I’ll likely cry.

  I’d be lying if I said I’m not sad I won’t hear from you for a while. However, it’s for a good cause so I can wait as long as it takes.

  Only 5 more months until you come home, right?

  Are you really going to come here?

  That makes me nervous. Men make me nervous. But I feel invested in you, and I’m terrified I’ll be a disappointment, and you’ll decide maybe I’m just not worth the effort.

  Silly, I know. Ignore that. You don’t need to be worrying about some silly girl while you’re busy building schools and such.

  I have a secret for you…

  I dream of you, too. All night. Every night.

  The wicked things you do to me are just sinful.

  When I wake up, I’m always disappointed to find it was just a dream. My body is equally upset it’s my fingers exploring and not your hard, calloused ones.

  Such is life.

  Waiting for you,

  True

  Shit.

  Did she just admit to rubbing one out while thinking of me?

  Baby girl,

  Did you just admit to fondling yourself while thinking of me? If so, that’s fucking hot. I’ve gotten quite the workout with thoughts of you as well, so you aren’t alone in that.

  Those pictures… True, you fucking amaze me. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.

  Only 4 more months, and I’ll have you all to myself, and I expect the same treatment of your body to happen in front of me, we clear on that?

  Baby girl, there’s nothing in the fucking world that would keep me away from you. I’m not going to be disappointed or turned off. I know exactly what I’m getting myself into with you, and I look forward to every crazy second of it.

  I’m just as invested in you as you are in me. In our time, we’ll figure shit out.

  Yours,

  Maverick

  He steals my breath. With every word, every demand, he makes me melt with very little effort. I’ll miss him like crazy while he’s gone. Which is beyond insane since he’s not really here. It’s just going to be a few extra weeks before I get another letter from him.

  I can handle that.

  I totally can.

  Two months later

  I lied. I can’t handle it.

  It’s been two months and not a word from him. Lena checked with his parents, and they haven’t heard hide nor hair from him either, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It simply means his escort mission has been prolonged. Or maybe they’re helping build the school.

  I very well can’t be angry about that. I’m not that selfish.

  Except…

  I’m terrified. I’ve never done this before.

  Not the long-distance thing. Not the soldier thing. And definitely not the whole sort of kind of blind date thing.

  I don’t know how to react to any of this.

  “Take that stick out of your ass and eat something, True.” Lena has basically moved in since the second week of Maverick being gone.

  “I’m not hungry.” I push the fried chicken away. The smell is making my stomach revolt. I’m too damn worried to eat. Or sleep. Or basically function beyond what I’m doing at the hospital.

  “True!”

  “What!” I snap at her, tired of the badgering.

  “You’ve lost weight. You aren’t eating, I don’t think you’ve slept in a week, and frankly, I’m more afraid of my cousin than I am of you. If he sees you like this, it’s going to be my ass. Now fucking eat something!”

  Looking down my body, I notice just how baggy my clothes have become, and I know she’s right. All this damn stress and worrying have me a mess.

  Sitting down, I grab the chicken I’d pushed away minutes ago, and the stupid doorbell rings. “I’ve got it, you eat,” Lena commands.

  I devour the crispy, delicious meat like it’s my last meal and dig in for more when I hear, “you have got to be shitting me,” from the area of the door.

  “Who is it?” I call.

  “Well, it ain’t for me!” she grumbles, coming back in the tiny kitchen. “Go on, girl.” She tries to hide a smile, but I see it and frown as I get up.

  Walking around the corner separating the doorway and the kitchen, I stop dead in my tracks. “Oh. My. Stars.”

  I feel faint.

  “Does she do this often?” I question Lena after catching True in my arms. Guess I should have called first.

  “No. But she hasn’t been eating or sleeping, so low blood sugar is likely the cause. Not your ugly mug.” She smirks at me like she’s won the lottery.

  “Why the fuck hasn’t she been eating?” I growl, carrying my girl to the overstuffed couch my cousin points to.

  “She’s been worried about you, jackass.”

  “What the hell for? She knew I was going to be out of touch for a while.”

  “You told her a month. Week two hit and I think she stopped sleeping.”

  “Fuck.” The equipment escort took longer than anticipated, and then we had to set up security around the perimeter of where the school was to be built. Our government didn’t want this to become a regular thing—us delivering shit to rebuild. The assignment was easy as could be, and because of it, my unit was called home early.

  “When do you go back, Mav?” The worry in Lena’s voice catches my full attention, and I really look at her. My cousin’s gaze is glued to the woman in my arms.

  “I don’t,” I tell her, her silence deafening in the quiet room. “Don’t you have gorillas to attend to?” As annoying as Lena can be, I love the kid, but I want time with my girl now. Even if she is passed out.

  “Oh, shut up you jerk. I live here now.” Her tone is smug.

  “Not anymore you don’t,” I inform her.

  “What? You can’t kick me out. True wouldn’t let you.” I hear her stomp her foot on the ground in true Lena fashion.

  “Don’t be so sure,” is croaked out from my lap.

  The deepest pools of chocolate honey are staring up at me as I gaze down at her. Full of excitement, confusion, and relief.

  “You’re really here,” she whispers. And I was right, the slightest bit of husk, but still incredibly soft.

  “Yeah, baby girl, I’m here.” Her smile is magnificent. It reaches her eyes and shines bright with her enthusiasm.

  “For how long?” Anxiety colors her tone again.

  “I’ll tell you over breakfast,” I whisper to her. “I believe I was promised something when I got here.” My grin is predatory as I lean down, stopping just before our lips connect to give her a c
hance to back away.

  True shocks me and lifts up to meet my mouth, and we’re both zapped with electricity as we touch skin to skin for the first time. She tastes of apple cinnamon and debauchery. The things I want to do to her. Her tiny hands grip the front of my uniform so tightly her knuckles are white as I kiss along her neck and shoulder. The baggy sweater she’s wearing slides off her shoulder to entice me with more flesh.

  “Oh, gross!” Lena gags.

  “Piss off,” I say, not stopping in my quest to devour more of True’s soft skin.

  “I’m not leaving.” That fucking foot stomp again.

  Picking True up in my arms, I walk past Lena and head to the only bedroom in the apartment. “Fine. Stay. See if I care.” Kicking the door shut behind us, I turn the flimsy lock and aim straight to the bed.

  “You freak!” Lena screams, and seconds later, the front door slams shut.

  “If I only knew it was that simple,” True mutters with a quirk of her lips.

  Laying down beside her, I take stock of how thin she is compared to her pictures and begin to worry for the first time. “You’ve lost weight.” My hand has found exposed flesh on her hip and lightly rubs circles on the bone.

  “So I’ve been told,” she huffs. Obviously not liking it being pointed out.

  “Lena was right then? You been worrying yourself sick over me?” I fucking hate that.

  “Not purposely,” she defends. “Did you mean it? You don’t go back?” All her vulnerabilities are out in the open for me to see, to feel.

  “No, baby girl. I don’t go back.” Slowly, I inch my way up under her sweater as a lone tear leaks from the corner of her eye. “No crying, baby, I’m right here.”

  “Happy, Maverick, just happy you’re safe.” Her fingers reach for the hem of her sweater, and I’m gifted with the most glorious sight as her upper half is exposed for my looking pleasure.

  She has three tiny freckles leading up between her perky tits like my very own treasure trail. Bending forward, I kiss each one before licking my way across the valley of her breasts and sucking one nipple into my mouth.

  “Ohhh…” She breathes roughly, squirming as I tongue her nipple into a hard peak.

  I feel her hand tug at my hair, and I bite lightly on her sensitive flesh, goosebumps immediately rise as I pull away.

  “You taste so sweet.” Sliding down her body, I pull her little shorts along with me as I stand at the foot of her bed. “Well, I’ll be,” I mutter upon seeing the tiny tattoo of three blue, black, and green waves at the top of her thigh. “Never would have taken you as the tattoo sort.”

  She grins as she rolls over and looks at me. “You remember how you asked if I knew what my last name meant?” Crawling over her, I nod and see the little water nymph with a crooked crown and devil’s tail intricately climbing half way up her spine from her lower back. “Evil Nymph,” she murmurs as I lean forward to kiss her delicate flesh.

  “Nymph, alright,” I groan as her sumptuous globes push up into my aching cock, “definitely not evil.” She sighs. “You ready for me, baby girl?” My harsh words are followed by a deep growl as she rubs her ass against my cock.

  “More than ready for you, big daddy.” Her voice is light and teasing.

  With one hand pushing on the small of her back, I use the other to dislodge the buttons of my uniform and pull the material from my body.

  * * *

  True

  I can feel his body heat seeping into my shivering frame as the clothes are torn from his flesh in a mad rush. I still can’t believe he’s here. I expected a letter, not his body.

  “You keep trembling like this, and I’ll think you’re scared.” His hot breath warms my back as he kisses up my spine.

  “Only of that baseball bat I feel trying to take over my ass.” The feel of his hardened cock is terrifying. The man is built.

  His chuckle isn’t as soothing as he’d probably like. “True,” his voice is low, “when this bat takes your ass, you’ll know it and fucking love it.”

  “Oh. My. Stars.” It’s become my favorite saying where he’s concerned it seems.

  “Condoms?” he asks.

  It takes a full minute for my brain to catch up to his words because he keeps licking me. “Drawer. In the table.” I point to the piece of furniture like he wouldn’t be able to see it even though it’s two feet from his face.

  “Should I wonder why you have these?” His possessive growl makes me squirm as my pussy pulses.

  “No. I got bored. You sent all those yummy pictures, and well, I guessed at the size. I hope they’re right. I didn’t even know condoms had a size. Can you return them if they don’t fit? That wouldn’t be very hygienic if you could, though.” Stupid rambling mouth.

  “Fuck, you’re adorable.” His hands grip my hips, and he flips me over, so I’m flat on my back. Staring at his… “Jesus Christ, that’s not a bat that’s a goddamn club!”

  His quiet laughter is the only response I get as I watch him slide the condom over all that hard, veiny flesh. It’s like stone.

  Grasping my knees, he spreads my thighs apart, leaning forward to lick up and down the sensitive flesh, missing where I’d like him the most—my throbbing clit. “Mmm, sugar and spice and everything oh so nice.” His words are slow, drawn out for maximum effect.

  “Now, please.” I whimper as he moves forward. I can feel the heat pulsing off his cock sitting just a fraction of space away from my weeping core. “Please, Maverick.”

  “Oh yeah, baby girl, moan my name just like that.” Without warning, he pushes between my lips and into my tight channel. “Oh fuckkkk!” All his muscles, from flexing hips to bulging biceps, are straining with the effort of not slamming into me. “Baby girl, fuck, you’re tight.”

  My internal walls cling to him like glue. Sucking him deeper into my body until I’m so full of his manliness I don’t know how I’ve lived so long without this all-encompassed feeling.

  “God, you feel incredible, Mav,” I whisper in his ear, unsuccessfully trying to hold back my moan.

  “Relax, True,” he murmurs while soothing his hands up and down my sides.

  I shiver from his light petting. “Please, move. Don’t make me keep begging you.” I push my lip out in a pout.

  He swoops down to bite the quiver. The sting is incredibly erotic. “Close your eyes,” he commands, his voice deepening. As soon as I do his bidding, his hips begin a slow slide in and out. Each inward stroke coming harder and faster while he takes his time pulling out, always making sure to rub his shaft against my clit for added stimulation.

  With each stroke, I feel my body getting lost in the sensations he’s creating. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I don’t ever want this feeling of completion to end. My fingers and toes tingle as his grunts grow louder. His hips move faster as he leans forward to cover my mouth with his own. His tongue mimicking his cock in motion, speed, and depth.

  It’s almost like double penetration but so much better.

  “Oh god!” A scream is torn from me as my back bows off the bed, and every sensitive fragment in my body undulates like the Northern Lights. Sparks fly behind my lids as my pussy squeezes the poor man’s shaft for all he’s worth, milking every ounce of bliss this greedy wench can get out of him.

  “Oh fuck!” His matching groan fills my ears as I feel him fill the tip of the condom with his hot semen. The way he trembles in my embrace prolongs my own orgasm.

  As our breathing evens out, and the full weight of his body registers to my own, I wheeze out, “Can’t breathe.”

  Laughter follows his roll over as he takes us to his side. “Sorry.” We watch each other for a while, just laying on my bed full of sweat and the smell of sex filling the room when a thought occurs to me.

  “Don’t you want to, you know, take that off or something?” I pointedly look down to his flaccid but still impressive cock that has the condom hanging on by a thread.

  Standing, he pulls the offending item fr
ee and walks to the bathroom shaking his head and mumbling about filters. I don’t move while he’s gone. I’ve never done this whole sex right after meeting thing, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.

  “So,” he says, coming back into the room naked as the day he was born and not in the least self-conscious about it. He’s talking, I can see his lips moving and there’s noise, but I can’t focus. The man is built. He’s got these abs you could bounce a nickel off of and not miss a beat. And his arms! Damn… Those are drool-worthy. Biceps, triceps, and forearms, and his fingers… oh my stars. “True?” he questions like he’s said my name multiple times.

  “Yeah?” I’m still distracted. I can’t help it.

  “Did you hear me?” His head is tilted to the side like my mom does when she’s fed up with me.

  “No,” I respond honestly. “If you want my attention on your words, your body needs to be covered. Too many valleys and dips and veins and… What was I saying?”

  “Christ, woman.” He groans, but sadly and thankfully, covers up those beautiful, awe-inducing muscles. There should be some sort of service for that tragedy every time he does it. “Eyes, True!” he calls again. “Up. Here.” His growl is kind of hot.

  Looking up into his eyes, I see he’s not upset, just really amused. “What’d you say?”

  Walking over to me, he grabs my sweater from earlier and helps me put it on as he sits beside me. “I was saying, I’ve got a job lined up on a Naval base about thirty minutes from here.”

  “You’re really staying? What about your family back east? You barely know me!” This man’s unreal.

  Ignoring my questions, he continues. “I’d like you to move with me. They’ve got a house on base we can live in until we find one we like somewhere else.”

  “Did you hear me?” My turn for the head tilt.

  “I heard you, True. I’m rolling with what I know so far. And let’s just say, I like what you’ve got, and I’m moving forward.” He leans in close to my face. “Are you moving forward with me?” The sincerity shining brightly from his gaze is my answer.