Unexpected Series: Box Set Page 10

  “Hey, so I need to talk to you about something.”

  “Uh, oh. That doesn’t sound good. Lay it on me.” She squares her shoulders and looks at me. What the hell?

  “That night that we went to the beach? Well, things happened when we walked back to the car.”

  “Okay? Is that a problem?”

  “Well, no. But, we were startled by someone locking their car. And since then he hasn’t made one move to try to touch me again. Why hasn’t he tried to touch me again?” Taking a chance, I look at her. And she’s just staring at me. Then she busts out laughing.

  “Seriously, Annie? You’re boyfriend touches you once, then doesn’t try anything again and you’re worried?” She tells me, “Maybe he’s waiting for you to make the first move.”

  “Jesus, I hate making the first move. Isn’t hardwired in guys’ brains to always make the first move? All caveman style.”

  “You seriously need to leave the books alone. Get out those fantasy worlds, and look at what your reality is. Your boyfriend is seriously hot, and he’s that much of a gentleman to let you make the first move. Take advantage of that shit, and just throw yourself at him!” She’s getting pretty animated. I shush her to get her to tone it down some, we are still in the store. And there are people starting to stare at us. Brandy has never been a quiet person. Clearly.

  “Would you keep it down? Damn, I don’t need everyone in here knowing that I’m undersexed!” I whisper yell at her.

  “We’re going to fix that shit. Tonight, you’re getting laid!” She grabs my arm and starts yanking me out of the store.

  “And just how do you plan on achieving this for me?”

  “We’re going to get you all dolled up, and get you some sexy under things.” She tells me.

  Dolled up? Under things? What the fuck? She directs me to the hair salon that’s in the mall. No. Just, no.

  “I’m not changing my hair. No fucking way. I love my hair!” Backing away from the front doors, she tries to grab my arm again and barely misses when I take a giant step back.

  “Listen, I’m not going to have them change your hair. Calm your tits! I’m just going to have them give you a blow out! Make your hair all curly and sexy for the sexy soldier!” She’s pretty close to yelling all of this.

  “Just a blow out?” I ask hesitantly.

  “For God’s sake! Yes! I promise, just a blow out!” With that she grabs my arm again and gets me through the door. I stand off to the side and let her deal with the reception lady. Damnit. I don’t like getting my hair done, no one ever seems to know what to with my mane. It’s so damn thick, people get their hands in it and freak out. Nope, I don’t need someone freakin’ out before starting anything. I’m good, thanks.

  Just a few minutes later, I’m being coaxed back into a shampoo chair. I keep giving Brandy nervous looks, and she is seriously bouncing in her shoes. The bitch. The hair stylist, Bridget, gets me all relaxed back into the bowl. And I swear to God, the moment her hands touch my head and start massaging, all my troubles just melt away. I’ve never been this relaxed in my life. As soon as she turns the water back on, I’m broken out of my trance. All too soon I’m out of the shampoo bowl, and being escorted up to the cutting chair.

  She puts some special “blow out” stuff in my hair, grabs a round brush and arms herself with the blow dryer. Then goes to town on my hair. This is going to take her a while. I try to glance around to find Brandy, but she seems to have disappeared. With all my stuff, too. Sighing, I try to sit there and relax. Try to enjoy someone else playing with my hair. She isn’t using scissors, so this can’t turn out bad. Even if I don’t like the style, I can go home and fix it.

  Forty-five minutes later, I’ve been primped to the max. My hair is in huge beachy waves, exactly how I like it. I smile my approval to Bridget, and try to get up out of the chair. She laughs.

  “Oh, honey. I’ve been there, five times to be exact. Let me help you.” She comes around in front of my and grabs my arm and hauls me out of the chair.

  “Thanks that went so much easier!” I laugh out loud. I walk out towards the front, and find Brandy sitting in a chair aimlessly flipping through magazines.

  “Hey chica, how do I look?” I ask her, and try to strike a pose. Which probably doesn’t look too elegant.

  “Oh my God! You look fantastic!” She says excitedly, “Now, on to clothes!”

  “Really? I’m pregnant there aren’t many options in sexy for pregnant women.” Let’s be real here.

  “Nonsense, we will find you sexy! I think Heidi Klum has a line at Motherhood Maternity. We’ll hit that place up first.” She is ridiculous.

  “Let’s keep in mind that a big round baby belly is really not all that sexy. And we can’t make it sexy by dressing it up in pretty things.” No one wants to see all this naked.

  “Oh, but I’m sure late at night your soldier is thinking about all the filthy things he wants to do to your sexy body!” She cackles. Well, that was attractive.

  After being out of the house all day, I come home with Brandy following close behind. I requested her assistance in getting ready tonight. I ended up picking out a strapless high-low hem dress in all green. The color reminded me of Jayden’s eyes, so I knew I had to have it.

  We were just putting the finishing touches on me when I get a text from Jayden. Telling me that he’s leaving base now, giving us fifteen minutes to finish up and get Brandy the hell out of here.

  I’m sitting on the couch, trying for a relaxed look, but I’m so uncomfortable. If I could see me, I would die laughing. Just about to give up and get up, I hear Jayden pull into the driveway. Okay, now or never time. If he rejects me like this, I swear on all thing holy I will neuter him myself. A few minutes later and the front door opens and in comes my sexy soldier.

  “Well, well, well. Look what I have waiting on me.” That look on his face is pure interest.

  “What do you think? I bought a new dress today?”

  “I love the dress, you look beautiful. Is that all you bought?” he asks with a knowing smile.

  “I’m not sure what you’re asking.” I play off.

  “Where are your bags? Are they in Josh’s room, with everything else you’ve bought the poor kid?”

  “Now wait a minute…” I barely get that out of my mouth before he takes off.

  I heave myself up off of the couch, and waddle after him. Getting to Josh’s room a few minutes after him. I find him standing in the middle of all the bags. Eyebrows raised, he puts his arms out pointing to everything.

  “I didn’t buy all of it! Brandy bought some!” Defending myself.

  “Sweetheart, he doesn’t need all these clothes.” Smiling at me.

  “I know! Believe me, I know. But they’re all so damn cute!”

  “How about we not go buy him anymore clothes for right now? You’re going to have his whole life to shop for him” He comes over and puts his arms around me. Kissing my head.

  I mumble an agreement and wrap my arms around him. I didn’t fully think through all these clothes because I’m not sure where I’m going to put them all. But, back to the point of tonight.

  I pull back from his embrace, and look up at him. He’s smiling down at me, but his eyes quickly darken with lust. He drops his head and brings his lips to mine, kissing me softly. I start to run my hands all over his body. He’s still in his uniform, so I start to undo his jacket, slipping it down his arms. Then run my hands underneath his t-shirt, feeling all the hard planes of his stomach and chest. His low moans, turning me on. His hands start to roam. Our pace is nothing like it was at the beach.

  We’re slowly exploring each other’s bodies. Slowly running our hands up and down. Slowly kissing each other, lightly nipping and sucking. I start to walk backwards out of the room, and try to steer us in the direction of our room. He’s following obediently after me. Once we hit the threshold of our room, all bets were off. I pushed his shirt up and over his head, breaking his hands away from my body. As
soon as the shirt is over his head his hands are back at their task. Pushing my dress down over my breasts, no bra, lucky guy. He dips his head down and takes a nipple into his mouth. Biting lightly, and then sucking on it to soothe the sting of the bite.

  I feel his hands push my dress the rest of the way down, he’s about to get really excited. The dress pools at my feet and I step out of it. Standing completely bare before him. He takes a step back to get a look at me. I start to feel a little self-conscience so I cross my arms in front of my belly. But he grabs them and pulls me close to him.

  “Don’t ever try to hide yourself from me, sweetheart. I love you. That means all of you. Your amazingly beautiful belly included.” I can see the emotion in his eyes while he talks. He truly means what he says.

  He turns us, and heads for the bed. “Lie down in the center of the bed.” I do as I’m told. While he stands there.

  “Now it’s hardly fair that I’m completely naked, and you still have your pants on.”

  He grins and slowly undoes his belt, strip tease slow. Damn him. I hear the zip of his zipper, and then he pushed his pants and briefs down. And holy mother of God, what a site that is. I take him in, starting with his massive arousal hanging in my line of site. If we hadn’t already had sex, I would be wondering how the hell that thing would fit. I drag my gaze away and flick my eyes up to his face. And what I see has me gasping.

  The look on his face is pure unadulterated lust. He slowly starts stalking towards me on the bed. Climbing on the bed and then crawling towards me, he stops once his face is level with my pussy. All I can do is stare at him, words failing me at this moment. This has to be the single most amazing sexual experience.

  He gives me a panty melting grin and drops his head, and licks right up my center.

  “Oh, Goddddddd.” I moan.

  “No, sweetheart, it’s just me.” He says then gets back to licking my clit. He draped my legs over his shoulders to give him better access. I can’t even be bothered to care about how I look. I’m too lost to all the sensations running through me. Focusing on the feelings he’s making me feel. Sucking, licking and biting.

  It feels like he’s hitting every “oh my God” spot. Like he’s everywhere at once. I feel a finger slowly enter me, sliding in and out a couple times. Then adding another, making me feel full, he starts finger fucking me. My back arching up off the mattress. Moans spilling from my mouth. Incoherent even to my ears.

  He starts to hit my g-spot with his fingers, repeatedly. The feeling is so intense, so unlike anything I’ve ever felt. My orgasm sweeps through me with no warning. My moans getting loud, I can hear Jayden telling me to let go, to just give in. My hands fist in the sheets, my body bows off of the bed and I let out animalistic moans. His fingers keep at it, coaxing me through my orgasm. Feeling just exploded through me, I became so aware of every nerve ending in my body. It seems as if Jayden will never fail to impress me in the bedroom.

  I’m coming back down from my high, and I lazily open my eyes and glance down at my soldier. He’s still in-between my thighs, looking at me with a sexy smirk. Cocky bastard. I can see my juices covering his face, I reach down and grab his face.

  “Come up here, baby.” My voice sounds hoarse.

  His smirk gets bigger, twinkle in his eye, he slowly climbs my body. When he gets close enough, I pull his face to mine. Kissing him, I can taste my arousal on him. It’s an oddly erotic thing.

  “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” His voice husky.

  “I’ve been ready, just waiting for you.”

  “I’m going to start slow, but you tell me if it hurts at all and I’ll stop.”

  I just nod at him, I don’t think I could talk if I wanted to. He sits up on his knees, and positions himself at my entrance. Slowly pushing himself in, he leans back down on his arms. Holding his weight off of me still, looking intently into my eyes. The love I see staring back at me is so overwhelming. I never thought we would get to this point. Never thought I would have this in my life.

  I continue to hold his gaze, giving him what I hope reflects what he’s showing me. Feeling him slowly continue to enter me, inch by glorious inch. Stretching me and filling me completely. The emotion I feel, bringing tears to my eyes. Seeing my tears, he uses his thumbs to brush them away. But no words are spoken, no words are needed. We’re loving each other with our bodies, showing each other how we feel. Slowly thrusting in and out, still holding my eyes. I couldn’t close my eyes, even if I wanted to. Before I know it, my orgasm is building back up. It’s a slow explosion from my core, slowly rippling out to my toes and fingers in waves. Jayden starts to pick up his pace, I feel him grow thicker inside me. And soon he’s grunting his release, still thrusting into me.

  His thrusting slows, and he hits my clit on one and it makes me cry out in pleasure that’s almost too much.

  “Sorry, sweetheart.” He’s still balancing above me, “Let me get a towel to clean us up.” He pulls out, and heads to the bathroom. Coming back with a wet towel, and gently cleans me up, and then himself. Tossing the rag in the laundry pile, he pulls the sheet out from under me and then lies down next to me. Covering both of us up. I snuggle into him, resting my head on his shoulder. His arm under my head, and the other holding my hand that’s draped across his stomach.

  He kisses the side of my head, whispering, “I love you, Thunder.”

  Swoon. “I love you too, baby,” I whisper back.

  Jayden

  I’m out to lunch with Annie and my parents. This may have been a huge mistake. Dad and I just keep looking at the train wreck that has become lunch. Momma keeps telling Annie all sorts of embarrassing fucking stories from my childhood. Like when we were at a hardware store and I sat down and peed in one of the display toilets. Like that story ever needed to be brought back up, but it brought a smile to my Thunder’s face. So even at my expense, I can’t deny her that.

  “Babe, I cannot believe you peed in that toilet!” She’s laughing so hard, she even snorted a couple times.

  “I had to piss! Jesus!” Even I can’t help the grin that’s trying to show, Dad lost the battle a couple stories ago. Apparently the Miller men can’t resist the charms of her. I’m so fucking happy everyone loves her just as much as I do. We were all brought together by backwards events, but I wouldn’t change one thing for the world.

  “So, son, what are you doing for your birthday?” Dad asks, probably trying to steer the conversation away from any more stories.

  Before I can answer, Annie spits what she was drinking back out in her cup, and gets a murderous look on her face.

  “Just exactly when is your birthday?” she asks low.

  “Uh, it’s next week. December fifteenth.” I stutter out.

  “And when, exactly, were you going to inform me of this?” She looks pissed. She has been moodier lately, I think it’s because she’s due in a couple weeks. But I’ve been having to tread lightly about a lot of things we used to be able to joke about.

  “I guess I just didn’t think about it.”

  “Well, we’re going to have to cut this lunch short. I’m so sorry, you guys. But it seems that Jayden and I need to plan a birthday party.” She sends a glare in my direction. Damn, looks like I’m in trouble. I won’t be getting any tonight.

  Momma just starts laughing. “Ohhhh, you’re in trouble now.” While Dad is just sitting there with this shit eating grin on his face. Apparently that’s where I get it from.

  “Let’s go, Jayden.” Oops, better pay attention.

  I get up and push my chair in, leaving our trash for my parents to deal with since they got me in this mess. Annie tries walking ahead of me, but I grab her hand and force her to slow down so I can walk with my arm around her.

  “Sweetheart, I really didn’t mean to not tell you. We’ve never made a huge deal out of birthdays. So it really didn’t even cross my mind.”

  “Don’t you sweetheart me. It’s your damn birthday, how can you not make a big deal out of it?” she
exclaims. Note to self, Annie likes birthdays.

  I take a detour through a park close to where we parked. Hoping the scenery will help calm her down some, not that I would ever tell her that out loud. I like my nuts right where they are, thank you very much.

  “How could you not tell me when your birthday is?” I glance over at her, her lower lip is starting to tremble.

  “Oh, Sweetheart, I honestly didn’t mean anything by it.” Pulling her in for a hug.

  “I know, I know. I’m being ridiculous. I love birthdays, we always had a party. Invited all my friends. Everything.”

  “I know you do, I would miss mine too. Let’s plan my birthday party, but let’s have it somewhere fun. That way we don’t have to worry about cleaning the house.” I’m thinking smart now.

  “OHHHH! Let’s have it at the bowling alley!” Her eyes light up with excitement.

  For God’s sake, the fucking bowling alley? It has been a long time since I’ve been bowling. Maybe this will be good.

  “Okay, the bowling alley it is. I can’t promise to be great, or anything.” I smile.

  “Oh, please. I’m not even allowed to bowl. But I can push the ball down the aisle, as long as we get me bumpers.”

  I let out a belly laugh, “Bumpers, Sweetheart? How old are you?” I tease her.

  “Shut the fuck up.” She breaks away from, and begins walking back towards the car.

  “Speaking of birthdays, when’s yours?”

  “It’s February fourteenth. Valentine’s Day!” Jesus, at least I’ll never be able to forget it.

  “What do you want for your birthday?” she questions.

  “I have everything I could ever want. I have you and Josh. What else could I want?”

  “I’ll think of something since you’re not helping any.” She has an evil look.

  “What are you planning?” I hesitantly ask.

  “You’re just going to have to wait to find out, won’t you?” This woman is the devil dressed up in a pretty clothes.