By Honor Bound (7 page)

Angela closed her eyes, moaning with pleasure as every hard, marvelous inch slipped into her. While she used her knees and hips to guide their passion, he fondled her breasts, his callused palms rubbing and fingers gently pinching her nipples. It amazed her that he could inspire such wild, hot passion yet remain a tender, caring lover.

“Abe, oh, Abe!” she panted as he sucked first one nipple then the other.

Unable to restrain her movements, Angela flung her arms around his neck. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and exploring as she gyrated upon him.

Orgasm burst within her and Angela cried out into his mouth. His arms tightened around her as he lunged up several times then stiffened, every muscle hard against her as he came.

Angela let her head drop to his shoulder, her lips against his neck as they rested a moment, wrapped in contentment.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway roused them.

“God!My father and Polly!” Angela leapt off his lap and threw his jeans in his face as she reached for her panties and dress.

Abe smiled as he dressed, his gaze fixed on her.

“Damn all these little buttons!” she said, her fingers trembling so much she couldn’t fasten one. Instead she ran for the bathroom, managing to lock herself in just as the front door opened.

“Abe!” Polly shouted as she stepped inside with her grandfather.

“Hey, darlin’.” Abe accepted her embrace.

Mr. Franco cleared his throat. “Didn’t expect to see you here, Abe.”

“Angela asked me over for dinner.”

“It’s just after lunchtime.”

“I’m early.”

Mr. Franco made a sound that might have been a growl just as Angela stepped out of the bathroom.

“Hi, Daddy. Polly, did you have a good day at school?”

“Yes. We had to draw a picture from Christmas so I drew this.”

She handed Angela a picture in crayon of the family sitting around the table eating dinner.

“See. I drew, Abe, too, and my dog.”

“She loves that dog you gave her. Hardly lets the thing out of her sight,” Angela said.

“So you asked him to dinner,” Mr. Franco said.

“Yes, I asked him to dinner.”

“Are you going to marry Aunt Angela?” Polly gazed up at Abe.

 “Polly, you know better than to ask a question like that!” Angela said.

“I just thought he was going to because Grandpa said if he didn’t, he was a low-down snake in the grass looking for one thing.”

Mr. Franco looked properly embarrassed as he edged out the door. “If I’m late, your mother will kill me. See you all later.”

“What’s the thing Grandpa was talking about?” Polly asked.

“Nothing, honey. Grandpa was just teasing.” Angela forced a smile. If her parents ever learned to mind their own business, it would be a miracle. “Go get cleaned up and I’ll hang your picture on the refrigerator.”

Polly hurried upstairs and Angela turned to Abe. “If you can take me with my parents then I can surely take you and the Marine Corps.”

He grinned as he followed her to the kitchen, knowing better than to agree but unable to disagree, either. There were times when it was best to just be the strong, silent type and Abe was smart enough to know it.

* * * * *

A few days later, Angela had just sent her Friday afternoon student home when a note arrived at her door.

She grinned, immediately recognizing the bold lettering on the envelope. Tearing the edge, she slipped out the note.

My Darling Angela,

I would like to escort you to dinner tonight at seven o’clock.

Until then, I’m thinking of you.

Abe

Her smile broadened and she tingled inside. She’d never gotten an actual love letter before.

Seven o’clock! It was four o’clock now. She’d have to hurry. Abe must have remembered Polly was spending the weekend at her parents’ house. It was also the last weekend of his leave. Come Monday, she wouldn’t get to see him nearly as much. For the past week, he’d eaten dinner at her house every night, taken her to breakfast almost every morning, and picked up Polly after school while Angela had been doing some extra tutoring for a child who was home recovering from surgery.

She’d gotten quite accustomed to having the Master Sergeant around. Though Abe promised to visit her and Polly every moment of his free time, she was going to miss him terribly. Her niece felt the same. Abe had the knack of relating to a child without spoiling her. Polly obeyed Abe like she did Angela and Jim, when he’d been alive. Finding a man who was a good father figure for Polly was just as important to Angela as relating to the man herself. Abe seemed to be the wonderful combination of both. Yet in spite of what she’d told him about not caring if he was in the military, she couldn’t help thinking how hard it would be for both her and Polly when he was sent away again.

Enough of such thoughts. He wasn’t going away tonight, and she had a date to get ready for.

Angela spent the next few hours bathing, shaving, rubbing on lotion, painting her finger and toenails, and arranging her hair and makeup. Finally, wearing her black dress with a full skirt and a rope of pearls around her neck, she glanced at herself in the bedroom mirror. The results pleased her. She looked pretty good.

The doorbell rang and she hurried down the steps. Abe waited outside, looking handsome in his uniform and carrying a bouquet of red roses.

“They’re beautiful, Abe,” she said, taking the flowers and closing her eyes as she inhaled their scent.

“I thought they were, until I saw you.”

Angela smiled and gazed at him. “I know what you’re trying to do. You want to make sure I’ll never love another man like I love you.”

“Damn right. Are you ready to go to dinner?”

“Just let me put these in some water.”

The small town only had a couple of diners and a drugstore lunch counter, so Abe took her to the only decent place around he could think of. Angela had been to the NCO club once before with Jim, but with Abe everything seemed completely different. She didn’t really care where she was since all she could see was the blue of his eyes and the warmth of his smile.

After dinner, they drove to the beach and parked nearby, watching the waves lick the shore.

“Angela?” He turned to her, his gaze even more intense than usual.

“Yes, Abe.”

“I know we haven’t been together very long, but I love you. I said it before but I’m saying it again just to make things real clear.”

She nodded, tingling inside. “I love you, too, Abe.”

“I care a lot about Polly, too. I think of her like a daughter.”

“So do I. She’s my niece. She means the world to me.”

“How does she feel about me, do you think?”

“She’s crazy about you, Abe. You know that.”

“Good. You know next week my leave is over.”

“Yes.”

 “I’ve never spent such a terrific three weeks in my life.”

“Neither have I.”

“I don’t want to rush you, so I think we should give it some time before we set a date—”

A smile touched her lips. “Abraham Marley Forbes, what are you asking me?”

He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a ring box. Opening the lid, he held it out to her, revealing a single, pear-shaped diamond. “I’m asking if you’ll marry me, Angela.”

She laughed, excitement coursing through her.

“Are you poking fun at me, or is that laugh because you like the idea?”

“I don’t like it, Abe. I love it!”

“Good.” He took the ring out of the box, grasped her hand, and slipped it onto her finger. “I tried getting the prettiest ring I could find, but it’s nothing compared to the hand it’s resting on.”

Angela’s heart fluttered as he kissed the back of her hand. Tugging her close, he covered her mouth with his. Angela wrapped her arms around his neck, loving the warmth of his body against hers and the moist, tender stroking of his tongue as it explored her mouth.

“When should we set the date?” he asked.

“Late this year? That should give us more time to get to know one another as well as plan a decent wedding.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Now comes the hard part.”

His brow knitted in question.

She laughed. “Telling my parents without letting them take over all the plans.”

“Let’s tell them tomorrow.” He nuzzled her neck. “I have some plans to celebrate on our own tonight.”

Angela uttered a soft moan of pleasure as he kissed her neck and gently traced the shape of her breasts through the fabric of her dress. “Let’s go back to my place.”

“You’re right.” He kissed her upper lip then her lower. “We’re a little old to be making it in a car.”

She smiled, massaging his inner thigh and stroking his cock with her fingertips. She longed to hold the warm, velvet-skinned rod and run her lips over the smooth head. The thought of feeling it deep inside her again, of being wrapped in his steely arms against his hard, naked body, made her wet with desire. “A bed is much more comfortable.”

After one more kiss, he turned on the ignition and headed for her house. She smiled as he took a hand off the wheel to adjust his cock. It was nice knowing he was as hungry for her as she was for him.

During the ride, Abe’s hand rested on Angela’s knee, stroking gently. If she hadn’t been afraid of distracting him, she’d have continued fondling him through his trousers.
Oh well
,
not touching him just helps build anticipation
.

Not that they needed anything more to spur them on. As soon as they stepped into the house and closed the door behind them, they tore at each other’s clothes. They walked up the steps in a tangle of arms and hands, unbuttoning, unzipping, and un-tucking.

Giggling, Angela stumbled on the steps, but Abe caught her and swept her into his arms. As he carried her to the bedroom, he covered her face with kisses.

He placed her on the bed and removed his clothes while she undressed.

When he searched his pocket for a condom, she purred, “Just think. This time next year you won’t have to bother with that anymore.”

Grinning, he rolled it on. “I can hardly wait.”

Naked, except for her stockings, she began slipping off the thigh-high silk, but Abe grasped her hands.

“Let me,” he whispered against her lips.

Nodding, Angela leaned back on her elbows, lifting first one leg then the other as he slid off the silk, kissing from her knee to the top of her foot. After tossing the stockings aside, Abe spread her legs and settled himself between them. Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips to her inner thighs before covering each with kisses. Brushing his thumb through the curls partially concealing her clit, he stroked gently while thrusting his tongue into her pussy, tasting and exploring. Her warm flesh, so soft and quivering, squeezed his engorged cock. God, every time he took her, instead of satisfying his need for her, he wanted her more.

She moaned, the sexy, high-pitched sound exciting him. Her buttocks felt so smooth yet firm as he squeezed them, pressing her soft mound close to his face as he swirled his tongue in her pussy then lapped her clit. His lips fastened on the warm, swollen flesh and sucked tenderly.

“Oh, Abe,” she panted. “I love it when you do that! You know just how to touch me.”

She squirmed, her buttocks tightening and pussy throbbing as she neared her peak. How he loved touching her, pleasuring her! With Angela, he could explore a strange and wondrous side of himself. Emotions, long buried, sprang alive when she looked at him, held him, and panted for his touch. Bringing her joy was his top priority. Her excitement and happiness inspired his own.

Abe knew her body as well as she knew it herself. Just before she came, he entered her with a long, slow thrust. By the time he reached his hilt she throbbed around his cock, her arms and legs clutching him in the most wonderful death grip.

As her orgasm ebbed, he began thrusting in a steady rhythm while he kissed her neck and traced the shape of her ear with his tongue.

Abe resisted the urge to groan. She felt so damn good. Her pussy was hot and wet. Her breath fanned his shoulder, and her fingers kneaded the taut muscles of his back. Every lusty sound that escaped her throat increased his excitement. With a racing pulse, he kept his thrusts slow and steady, ignoring the need to ram into her and satisfy the magnificent, torturous lust building inside him.

“Oh, Abe, sweetheart, I love you so much,” she breathed, her hips joining his rhythm and her legs wrapping around him as she approached her climax.

He knew by the rasp of her breath and her frantic squirming that she was about to come. Increasing his pace, he managed a few more fast, hard thrusts before orgasm washed over him at the same moment he felt her erupt in pulsations of pleasure.

Angela cuddled against him, stroking his chest while he ran his fingers through her hair.

“This has been the nicest night of my life,” she said.

“Mine too.”

Gazing at the ring on her finger, she asked, “How does Angela Forbes sound?”

“Sounds great to me.”

“Have you ever asked a woman to marry you before, Abe? Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”

“No, Angela. You’re the only woman I’ve ever asked to marry me.”

“Really?”

He nodded and kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever felt this close to. I’ve never been good at making relationships last, even friendships. Don’t get me wrong. In the Corps we’d die for one another, but it’s not like what you and I have. This is… I have no words for how I feel about you.”

“I know what you mean. When I’m with you, I feel good inside, like you’ve touched a part of me I didn’t even know existed. I had lots of fantasies about what it would be like when Mr. Right came along, but they were all childish compared to what we have.”

“I hope I can make you happy, Angela. You and Polly.”

“You will. I hope I can do the same for you.”

“You already make me happier than I ever thought possible.”

She cupped his face in her hand and drew a deep breath. “Just…”

“What?”