I Don't Dance (Freebirds Book 6) (4 page)

I could feel the moisture seeping out of her heated core. I could literally fucking smell it in the air around us. She smelled like heaven.
Like home. Like mine.

“Elliott,” she groaned.

That seemed to be the only word that she could manage in her state, but that was okay. I knew damn good and well what she wanted. No,
needed
.

Lifting my cock out of its confinement, I held the base and ran the bulbous head against the lips of her sex.

That lasted for all of five seconds as I made the mistake of unlatching myself from one tit to go to the other, and she turned the tables on me.

Wiggling her little body, she made it out from under me, causing me to lean back in surprise.

She looked at me hungrily, eyes fastening on my raging erection that pointed straight to the ceiling in its excitement.

She licked her lips, and then threw herself forward.

I caught her effortlessly, my cock smashing between us as her hips started grinding down into my own.

“Please,” she whispered frantically.

Not liking that she was in distress, I lifted her up, positioned my cock at her entrance, and slowly lowered her down, easing my stiff dick inside of her one slow inch at a time.

Her pussy swallowed me up.

Needy and hot.

I closed my eyes, concentrating really hard on not coming, but it was a losing battle.

One I wanted to lose.

Knowing this one was going to be over quick, I shoved her down hard as I thrust up, impaling her on my cock, and eliciting a moan of sheer pleasure from her as I went in as deep as I could go.

The tip of my cock found its favorite place inside of Blaine.

I ground deeply into her, opening my eyes in time to see her throw her head back and moan.

The muscles of her throat working as sound poured out.

Her nipples tightened impossibly harder, and her core clamped down on my cock with a death grip, pulsing and sucking me in even deeper.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as I felt the familiar feeling start to race down my spine.

My balls tightened, pulling up as close to my body as they could go, as I too, joined her.

Our combined releases zapped what little energy we had, and I fell backwards onto the floor, taking her with me as I went.

“This is pretty comfortable. Do you mind if I nap?” She teased.

“You know, you could ask me to do anything, and as long as you were with me, I’d do it. Even if I didn’t like doing it. All it takes is one tiny look into your eyes, and I’m gone. I’m so fucking into you I don’t know where I end and you begin,” I rasped against her ear.

Her legs tightened at my chest, and a sob caught in her throat.

“I’m so glad you made it home,” she whispered happily.

Catching a tear with my lips, I whispered, “There was never any doubt, sweetheart.”

Chapter 5

Nobody touches my junk quite the way you do.

-E-card

Blaine

Christmas number 2

“I love you,” Elliott said as he kissed me one last time. My arms wouldn’t work. They wouldn’t let him go.

Two deployments, and it never got easier. In fact, they got harder. Maybe I knew a little better now what would happen after he was gone. How lonely I’d feel. How worried I’d be.

I knew that I’d cry myself to sleep most nights. I knew that after I hung up the phone with him, I’d worry about him until I spoke with him again two weeks later.

I lived for those phone calls. My world revolved around them.

His hand raised and cupped my face. His big palm covering my cheek and half my eye, wiping the tears away with his thumb.

“It’s going to be okay,” he said quietly. “It’s only six months. That’s one hundred and eighty days. That’s nothing.”

I’m sure his intentions had been good, but knowing it was one hundred and eighty days made it seem somehow longer, rather than just saying six months.

I lifted my head up from his shoulder, and looked into his beautiful eyes.

He was so sexy. Even with his ugly brown and green cammies on. Even knowing what they stood for. Knowing that when he had those on, it was because he was about to deploy, and leave me alone again.

“Will you dance with me before I leave?” He asked, surprising me.

I nodded, feeling a sick welling sensation in the back of my throat. “Yeah.”

So we danced.

He hummed ‘Oh, Christmas Tree’ under his breath, just as he’d done the year prior. It was off tune, and sounded terrible, but I could care less. It meant something to me that he’d remembered. Somehow making this whole terrible thing bearable.

We danced for what felt like seconds, but turned out to be two long minutes, because whistles from the men at the gate, his team, interrupted us.

He lifted his hand, letting them know he’d heard them, and looked into my eyes.

“Here,” he said, lifting a folded envelope from his side pocket. “Don’t read this until I’m gone, okay?”

I nodded, giving him my promise not to look at it until his plane was safely in the air. “Promise.”

He smiled faintly. It was a sad smile. A smile that told that he knew what was about to happen, yet not able to do a damn thing about it.

“Be strong, girly girl. I’ll see you soon.
Now kiss me and smile for me,” he said as he gave me a long, wet kiss, and then let me go.

I blinked, and watched him walk away.

“I’m leavin’ on a jet plane…” he sang loudly.

I smiled. A real genuine smile.

He looked back over his shoulder twice before he found his place in formation. I knew it was hard for him. Hell, it was probably worse for him than it was for me, knowing that he was leaving me here.

At least he had something to keep his mind occupied. All I had was free time. And I knew exactly how it would be spent. Thinking of him. I hated the US Army. So fucking bad it wasn’t even funny.

What kind of
sick fucking joke
was it to deploy troops the week of Christmas?

Then I berated myself.

You knew what you signed up for.
I thought to myself.

I sat in the bleachers beside my parents as I watched the love of my life stand single file with one hundred and thirty other US Soldiers, all in proper formation, waiting for the okay to file onto the plane.

As the order finally came, I watched as the love of my life, with one final look back at me, blew me a kiss, and then entered the plane.

I caught the kiss, bringing it down to my heart, and making a fist so it’d never escape.

“Oh, sweetie. He’ll be back in no time,” my mother said softly. I ignored her.

She didn’t know that.

I didn’t know that.

He didn’t know that.

He could die over there, and I’d never get to see him again. Then I
criticized myself for those terrible thoughts.

I’ll have him home next year. I’ll have him home next year.
I repeated those words inside my head, taking them to heart.

This year may suck, but he wouldn’t be deployed two Christmases in a row.

Next year would be different.

The massive plane’s engines started up as the final straggler entered the back of the plane.

Six people ran around the plane frantically as they closed doors, removed the wheel locks, and moved things out of the way so the plane could get out, and take our soldiers off to their next destination.

Then the large ugly green giant started moving slowly down the runway, picking up speed faster and faster until finally it lifted off the ground. It seemed like it took forever to reach the air, clearing the fence at the end of the runway with what looked to be inches to spare.

I watched, my heart in my throat, until I could no longer see the plane.

Then, with shaking hands, I reached into my hoodie’s pocket and removed the note that Elliott said to read as soon as I couldn’t see the plane any longer.

My eyes leaked, and my nose ran, but I read the letter.

Blaine,

No tears.

There isn’t room for them here.

(Did that work, ‘cause I’m sure it didn’t, but it was worth a try.)

But you’re smiling now, right?

I was.

I got you a present at home. I had the neighbor deliver it while I was gone.

Don’t kill me.

I want you to know that I love you with all of my heart, and when I next make it home, I want to start a family with you.

This is my last deployment.

I can’t bear leaving you anymore.

It hurts too bad.

I want to lay down next to you every night.

I want to wake up with you in my arms every morning.

I want to make you green Christmas tree shaped pancakes on Christmas morning.

I want to get yelled at for leaving my gaudy underwear in the middle of the floor, and the toilet lid up.

I just plain want you.

The good you. The bad you. The pissed off you. That-time-of-the-month you.

Don’t be sad, sweet girl. I’ll be home in six months, hopefully less.

And remember what I said about not killing me when you see your Christmas present.

I love you to infinity and beyond,

Elliott

He was good. My tears had dried, and I smiled for the first time since he left me standing at the airport’s gates.

“Oh, my…God,” I said as I took in the state of my kitchen.

There was trash everywhere, as well as two piles of poop, and a large puddle of pee.

In the middle of it all was the cutest little Bassett Hound with the longest ears I’d ever seen.

“Oh, Elliott, you little shit,” I said as I got down on my haunches and looked into the cutest eyes, aside from Elliott’s that is,
that I’d ever seen.

“So much trouble, Elliott. So much!” I yelled as I scooped the tiny puppy up into my arms and carried him with me down the apartment stairs and to the little patch of grass at the side of the building.

Old Mrs. Lowe sneered at me when she saw me, as was her usual.

The woman hated me.

I didn’t know why, and she didn’t expound, but we stayed clear of each other, because otherwise, there may be a slap down in the woman’s near future.

Likely it had to do with the fact that my husband didn’t hide the fact that he hated Mrs. Lowe’s son, who was a douche and a half.

The man was downright creepy, and made no attempt to hide the fact that he was watching me, even
if
my husband happened to be at my side.

“Alright, big…” I said looking down underneath the dog’s legs. “Boy, go pee pee.”

Miraculously, he did, and it became the beginning of a brand new partnership.

One where I cried into his coat because I was missing my husband, and he let me.

He was a good cuddler and all, but he wasn’t my husband.

Elliott

Three months later

“Did she call you cussing you out
yet?” Sam asked as he plopped down in the seat beside me.

I shook my head. “No. She even sent me a care package to express her thankfulness. How about that?”

Sam rolled his eyes.

He wasn’t fooling me, though.

I knew he got just as excited to get a care package as I did.

“Open it, open it,” Dougie clapped his hands, imitating a six year old girl waiting to open her birthday presents.

Knowing they wouldn’t be leaving until I opened the box, I fished my knife out of my boot and slit the tape open.

I unfolded the box, and lifted out a shoe. A bra. A makeup bag. A pair of underwear. And finally, a half-eaten block of Velveeta cheese.

“Holy shit,” Sam said, barely containing his laughter. “It looks like she’s trying to tell you something.”

No doubt.

Especially since each individual item had been torn to smithereens, and was barely recognizable.

“What’s the note say?” Dougie asked, bending down to read over my shoulder.

I flipped open the note, and scanned it quickly, managing to hold my laughter in until I’d made it all the way through.

“She says she wanted me to feel like I was home, so she sent me some of Steeler’s favorite things,” I chuckled.

“How thoughtful,” Jack said dryly.

She would never knew what that chewed up crap meant to me.

“Yes,” I confirmed. “How very,
very
thoughtful.”

Chapter 6

I wish my life had background music so I could figure out what the hell is going on.

-E-card

Blaine

Christmas number 3

I waited impatiently for my boys to get home.

Their deployment had been extended twice since they’d left last Christmas, and instead of a six month tour, they’d done nearly a year.

All the news stories one would hear about their soldier coming home two or maybe three months early, and there mine was getting extended by two and three months.
Twice!

It’d been a year of trials and tribulations.

A year of praying.

A year of pleading with God.

They’d been hit more than once, but that last time had been the worst.

Which was why Max was currently standing next to me instead of getting off the plane that was still sitting in the middle of the runway, when it should be hooking up to the departure gate.

“Do you think something’s wrong?” I asked worriedly.

Max glanced down at me, and then back up toward the plane.

In a cool, no nonsense tone, he replied. “No. I think that either A, Elliott got drunk and the air marshal had to get physical, or B, they’re short staffed and they’re waiting for someone to come help them get the plane where it’s supposed to be.”

I slapped Max on the arm. “You’re such a shit. Can’t you just be serious about this? I miss him like crazy, and there he is less than a football length away from me, and I can’t get to him.”

He winked down at me, “Give me a minute.”

I watched as Max disappeared, limping slightly and holding his head tilted slightly to the right, causing my heart to pang in my chest.

That day had been a nightmare.