“I need to tell you a story,” he whispers. “It’s a little crazy, but it’s beautiful, just listen, babydoll, okay?”
“‘K,” I say softly against his chest, his hands burrow in my curls and he starts to play with them, wrapping them around his fingers and then letting them spring free again as he talks.
“It’s the story of two people who loved each other before they even knew each other’s names, two people that are very happy right now but also very sad because they know how lucky they are to have found their better half when others wander the earth never even coming close to it, but now they have to say goodbye for a long time and it sucks because it feels like by doing that they’re going to rip their souls apart.”
I feel more tears roll down my cheeks. “That’s not very beautiful as far as stories go, love,” I tell him. “I really feel like, despite the joy of finding each other, we have been dealt a pretty shitty hand as things stand.”
Wyatt tilts my head until my eyes are on his, and then his fingers come to brush the tears off my face.
“That might very well be, but you only know how this story starts, Kenna: you don’t know how it ends.”
I look up at him. “And you do?”
He smiles down at me. “I do. You wanna know how, baby?”
I nod.
“Because we might not have picked our beginning, love, but we will be the ones who pick our ending.”
“We will?” I ask, my voice small and unsure, my heart beating faster.
He kisses my temple. “We will, babydoll, and why would we pick a sucky ending when we know we could have a wonderful one?”
I grin at him. “We wouldn’t.”
“Exactly. This is how our happy-ending starts, baby. It sucks right now, I know, but if we’re strong, if we hold onto our love and each other even while we are apart, I know we will get there.”
My lips tremble as I try to speak. “Where?”
Wyatt brings his mouth down on mine. “Where we have it all, Kenna. We will stand the test of time, I know we will. All the things I was too scared to even hope for, I know I’m going to have with you. I just need you to be there when I come back and I know I’m asking a lot, baby, don’t think I’m taking this lightly, but I just want a chance to make you happy.”
I bite down on my lip to stop the whimper from escaping my throat. “It’s not asking a lot, Wyatt. Of course, I’ll be there. I don’t know where else I would be, there would be no happiness for me anywhere else, with anyone else. There’s only you,” I tell him.
Wyatt cups my face again, his body rolling on top of mine. “I’m taking you with me, babydoll. I’m taking you wherever I go and I’m not leaving you, not really, not ever. This is you and me and I know we’re going to be forever. I’m never letting you go.”
I let go of a shaky breath. “And you will call me?”
“I will call you, babydoll. Call you, text you, write you, pester Jonny day and night talking about you, I will dream of you, send smoke signals to you, fucking write how much I love you even in the sky. Nothing less would do, love.”
He kisses my lips softly and I giggle against his mouth.
“Wanna know the best part of the story, baby?” he asks me.
I stroke his dark beard and nod. “Sure.”
He kisses my forehead and then my nose, making me smile a little. “When I come back from this tour, I’m going to come to Jacksonville, kidnap you from your bed and drag you in front of the first officiant we can find and I’m going to marry you.”
“Oh, Wyatt, don’t joke about that, please…”
We have been talking about pretty serious stuff and we know what we want down the line but… wow!
He shrugs. “I’m not kidding, love. I’m dead serious. I want you to be my wife.”
My heart flutters and a million butterflies take flight in the pit of my stomach. “I want that, Wyatt. I want you to be my husband.”
He grins down at me. “I will be, and once we’re married, I will put a baby inside you, love, and we will never be apart again. We will be together forever.”
Oh my God. A baby? A family? With the man I know I’m going to love for the rest of my life?
Am I dreaming?
I realize I spoke aloud only when Wyatt replies to my question: “Yes, babydoll, you are, we both are, and we are never waking up.”
I pull him down for a deeper kiss and feel the large erection trapped in his jeans jerk against my panties as my wraparound dress rides up exposing my thighs.
He grinds his hard bulge against my core and I feel my clit start to tingle as the lace stretched over my lips immediately grows damp.
Wyatt and I might have shared a bed every night since we met, but he has been a perfect gentleman. I told him I had no experience and he’s been so patient with me, never pushing and only going as far as I would allow in our intimacies.
On our third night together when we got a little carried away, I told him I wanted to wait because losing my virginity was a big decision and even if I knew I wanted him to be my first and last, I didn’t want to rush things, and he told me he understood and that I was the one running the show, that I was and would always be safe with him.
We have done very little aside from kissing, dry humping, and petting over the clothes, and our closeness has been amazing and incredibly pleasurable, but I want more. I want everything and I want it now.
I break the kiss but keep my lips on his as I talk. “Wyatt, I want you to make love to me.”
He tenses over me, his brown eyes widening and then burning, growing darker at my words, and I feel his erection lurch against my panties.
“I don’t want you to do this just because you know I want in your pussy, baby. You said you wanted to wait and I respect that. I’m going to be leaving this place with blue balls, but I don’t care: when we’ll fuck, it’ll be because we both want it. I can wait for you. I could wait forever for you if you needed me to.”
“And that’s exactly why I don’t need you to, Wyatt.”
I inhale and exhale shakily as my core starts to pulse for him, I love his blunt honesty and he makes me so hot when he talks dirty and I really am sure: this is not about losing my virginity, it’s about giving it to him, and there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t give him.
“I don’t want to wait any longer. I want us to be one tonight, I want for us to have this before you’re gone.”
Wyatt kisses my lips once softly. “You sure?”
“I am, Wyatt.”
“You can stop this whenever you want,” he tells me, his fingers stroking my cheeks.
“I don’t want this to ever stop, Wyatt.”
“Fuck, I love you, babydoll.”
“I love you too.”
God only knows how much.
I smile up at him as he spreads my legs on either side of him, then he reaches around his back to tug his Army tee off, making my mouth grow drier with every inch of taut muscular chest he reveals to me. He twists to the side to drop it on the floor and I catch a glimpse of his sexy ink over the back of his left shoulder, I can only see a part of the black skull with the beret, the wings and the acronym and symbols he explained are the insignia of his battalion in the Rangers. From this angle, I can read only part of their motto, but I know what it means to him.