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“Are you always this wet baby?”

             
“Nobody has ever made me this wet. Not even Charles. It’s something that you do, it’s how you look at me, it’s how you touch me, it’s just you.” Addie said looking into his dark hazel eyes.

             
Conrad guided himself into her hot wetness and set up a slow torturous rhythm at first.  Propping himself on one hand he slid a hand between them teasing her clit, bringing her orgasm closer. Feeling his own orgasm get closer he moved his hand to help prop himself up and started a deep pounding rhythm into her as her small nails scored his back, sometimes breaking the skin because he was that ferocious when he took her this time.

             
“This tight little cunt was made just for me. FUCK!” He cursed as he continued to pound into Addie. Addie moved her legs up to his chest.

             
“Only you.” Addie grunted. “Conrad, I can’t...I can’t hold off.”

             
“Do it.”  He grunted. “Fucking squeeze my dick as you come all over it.”

             
As the first wave hit, Addie’s legs pushed against Conrad’s chest, her back arched and her hands grabbed the sheets underneath her as the bliss hit her. She felt like she had spots before her eyes and like she couldn’t catch a deep breath after she called his name.

             
“That’s it.” Conrad groaned. “Come all over me baby.” He pushed in a few more times as he felt his balls tingle as his orgasm hit him and he pulled out of her and jacked his cock as he came all on the outside of Addie’s pussy.

             
The pounding from the floor below them brought a giggle from Addie’s lips. Conrad just leaned over looking at the floor.

             
“We’re home now!” He shouted. “I guess we woke the neighbors.” Conrad smiled at Addie, then got up out of bed. “I’m hungry, want a sandwich?”

             
“Ah, sure.” Addie answered. “I’m gonna shower off real quick.

             
Addie watched Conrad slide on a pair of jeans and not even buttoned or zipped them so they sat lower on his hips. Then she got up and went into the bathroom and rinsed off. Dressed in a pair of yoga pants and one of Conrad’s T-shirts as she went out into the living room and picked up her camera off of the sofa table and began to look through the pictures. As she was on the far end of the sofa so that she could see into the kitchen she brought the camera to her eye focused so that she could see Conrad’s back with his scratches from her nails on them and took a picture. After eating sandwiches and sharing a bottle of water Conrad and Addie went to bed.

             
The next morning the sun shone brightly through the window leaving Addie with a sense of melancholy that today was her last full day with Conrad. Reaching over she was met with nothing but cold bed sheets when she searched for Conrad. As with most nights while she was there, Conrad had woken her up for sex. Looking around the room and the night table there is no note, no sign of Conrad. Tossing the covers off she slid on her yoga pants and T-shirt and stepped out into the living room. Still no Conrad, not even the kitchen. Thinking that maybe he had gone out to get breakfast she shrugged her shoulders and walked to the bathroom and showered and did her hair. They had done laundry just a couple days before and seeing that she didn’t use any of her pajamas there wasn’t a lot of laundry to do.

             
Not knowing what else to do, Addie pulled out her suitcase and started to pack clothes and shoes. Leaving out a pair of skinny jeans and T-shirt with a pair of socks and sneakers everything else got packed. She decided to leave the toiletries in the bathroom because she would need them later tonight and tomorrow. That done, she went in search of her camera and packed it in the camera bag and set her stuff by the dresser. Still no sign of Conrad, Addie decided to make some hot tea and sit on the little balcony outside of the kitchen with her laptop and check her email.

             
An email from Jess perked her up when she was told that there was a position in Fort Polk Louisiana that had come open and Addie was being recommended for it. It was the same thing that she had done there in Bragg and like Fort Bragg, Fort Polk needed someone to come in and revamp and revitalize the section.  It was a grade higher so it was more money as well. Writing Jess back, Addie said that she would think on it, but it definitely sounded like a possibility. She got an email from her mother asking how her visit was going and when she would be back home again.  Addie wrote back telling her mother of the different places that she’d gone to and that she’d taken a ton of pictures even at Aunt Andrea and Uncle Nico’s house.

             
Closing her laptop, Addie propped her feet up on the other chair and sat back listening to the sounds of the city as it moved around her while she drank her tea and waited for Conrad to come home. She wasn’t sure how long she’d sat there when she heard the front door open and then close.

             
“Hey Ad.” Conrad said by way of greeting. “Were you asleep long?”

             
“What time did you leave?”

             
“A little after eight. I went to the gym and worked out and I stopped by the company because I got a text from Nathan saying that I had orders for PCS.”

             
“Oh. Where to?” Addie asked, her interest piqued.

             
“Fort Polk.”

             
“That’s funny.” Addie smiled. “I just got an email from Jess saying that my supervisors were talking about how Fort Polk needed somebody to take over the office for the same job that I do.”

             
Addie moved her feet from the chair across from her as Conrad sat down and they talked about Fort Polk and the area surrounding it. Addie had never been there so she pulled up a few websites and she and Conrad had poked around a bit. After a few hours, Conrad got up from the table and got a shower and dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. The two of them just took a lazy day together and talked about the job opportunity for Addie and the PCS move for Conrad. Dinner time rolled around and Conrad had gone out to one of the pizzeria’s for take-out.

             
When they crawled into bed that night, Addie couldn’t shake the sense of melancholy that had engulfed her. She didn’t want to assume that she should take the job in Fort Polk because Conrad would be there. What if everything that had happened in the past ten day meant absolutely nothing to him? What if it did? It certainly meant something to her. As she lay there in his arms after another intense fucking session, she had made up her mind that she was going to tell her boss that she’d changed her mind about the new job that she was considering.

             
“I think you should take the job at Polk.” Conrad cut through the silence.

             
“Really? Why?”

             
“Because I’ll be there.” He offered.

             
“And will you expect me to more every time you PCS if things work out for whatever this thing is between us?”             

             
“No.” He answered after a few moments. “This just makes sense because that i’ll be there and you have the opportunity to go there.” He rolled her over on her back and hovered over her.

             
“What is it that you want from me Conrad?” She whispered, her hands coming up to cup his cheeks. Her hands feeling his day old stubble.

             
“I want you.” His answer was simple. “Is that so wrong?”

             
Surprised, her eyebrows shot up. “No, I guess not.”

             
“So take the position, get an apartment and when I get there, I’ll get my apartment.” Conrad kissed her gently.

             
Addie’s heart sank. She wasn’t sure why if he wanted to be with her that she’d need her own apartment. But in the long run, it was probably better than if things didn’t work out, that he’d have to move out. Realizing that she wasn’t kissing Conrad because her thoughts ran wild, she opened her eyes to find him staring at her.

             
“You okay?” He asked, furrowing his brow.

             
“Yes.” She smiled. Fake the funk Addie, she told herself. “I’m good.”

C
hapter Thirty-Five

             
Addie sat in her office looking over the job description for what she would be doing in Fort Polk. It was pretty much the same that she did now with a few additional things and that didn’t really bother her. Mr. Moore and Ms. Jenkins were huge advocates to her getting the job. She just wished that she could share it with someone. Well, the girls at the office here took her out to lunch and celebrated. She was to leave in two weeks’ time. The DOD would be paying for her to move, so that was easy. They’d come and pack everything and the next day they’d load it on a truck and take it down to Fort Polk. Then she’d drive down and check in to the apartment complex that she’d already called and had an apartment waiting for her and get her key.

             
It had been a month and a half since she’d left Conrad in Italy. It had been a month and a half and she still hadn’t heard from him. She’d emailed him and told him that she’d gotten back to Fort Bragg okay. She got nothing in return. Tracy had told her that when Conrad had signed back in on leave, they were originally going to give him an extra day before they had to be in the field. The unit went back on their word, telling him that he had to be ready at six in the morning to be ready to roll out at seven thirty.             

             
She felt like a complete stalker when she looked up his Facebook page and noticed that while there were no posts in the month after she’d left, he’d responded to a few things that other people posted and he’d mentioned something about getting his orders to Polk deleted. That Steph chick who was excited to be reunited with her ‘Sir’ had posted on a few things that he had too, creating some sexually illicit banter. When she’d messaged with Tracy earlier in the month, Addie had told her that she wasn’t going to go to Fort Polk because she wasn’t sure it was the right thing to do. After signing the papers and scrolling through her Facebook feeds to see that Conrad was talking to everyone but her, she knew she’d done the right thing.

             
Her curser sat over the photos button on his page, so she clicked it and saw that all of the pictures that she’d tagged him in when she was there were gone. Great. Out of site out of mind. Backing out to his main page she clicked the unfriend button and then blocked him. She wouldn’t be able to see him, he wouldn’t be able to see her. Out of sight, out of mind she told herself as tears started to come down her cheeks. She felt stupid for ever getting excited that he was going to be at Polk with her. Maybe that’s why her mood that day was so shitty.

             
Getting up from her desk, she started to clear her office of all of her personal things and pack them in boxes. She’d started the clearing process and decided to take a week’s leave so that she could take her time driving down there. Her phone chimed with a Facebook message.

Tracy James: Addie! What’s going on? Why can’t Conrad see you? He said that you dropped off FB.

Addie Marshall: Nope. I blocked him.

Tracy James: HOLY SHIT!

Addie Marshall: He can talk to all those chicks that go to the Messo and he can’t even tell me he’s back in from the field.

Tracy James: He didn’t? Did you check your other msgs box too? Spam in your email? Text on your phone?

Addie Marshall: NOTHING! PERIOD!

Tracy James: Weird. He came over here panicked and demanded to look at my FB.

Addie Marshall: Please tell me that you didn’t let him look at it.

Tracy James: Sadly...I did.  :(

Addie Marshall: Well, that’s okay. I haven’t posted anything but stupid shit on there anyway.

Tracy James: Addie...I’m concerned.

Addie Marshall: He’s a big boy. I saw that he said he was going to try to come here to Bragg. He’ll be in good company. Susan is still here and Lisa delivered her kid and she’s back here too. He’ll be alright. He always has the girls at the Messo.

Tracy James: Honey...he was throwing up in our toilet bowl saying something about losing you or some shit. That you were going to leave him?

Addie Marshall: Why was he in your apartment??

Tracy James: Cal had to pick him up from the bar and didn’t want to leave him in his apt alone. He was drunk as hell.
             

Addie Marshall: He already has lost me. A month and a half and I got nothing from him. Even after
he’s been back for two weeks. He’ll talk to that chick Steph who is all about reuniting with her Sir. I’m done Tracy.