Nanny for the Army Rangers by Krista Wolf

 

Forty-One

 

 

DELILAH

“I miss you guys! I miss you both so much!”

Tears streamed down my cheeks again, as they usually did by this point in the FaceTime call. Rory was laughing and making those funny faces she knew would always make me laugh back. Luke was crying, trying to reach through the phone and hug me with both hands, while my sister held him pinned to her lap.

“So when are you coming down?” Patrice asked again.

“What?” I sniffed.

“C’mon, don’t play that game,” she sighed. “I’ve asked you three times already. You still haven’t answered.”

“I— I’m not sure yet.”

She shook her head, sending her ponytail swaying back and forth. “Delilah, c’mon. The kids have been dying to see you. They ask for you every day! I keep telling them you’re coming to visit, but…”

I couldn’t listen to the rest of it. It was all too heartbreaking. I made up some other excuse about being needed here which wasn’t too far from the truth. Then I said my goodbyes to the children and pressed the END button.

Wow…

The calls were getting harder to handle. The longer I went without seeing my niece and nephew the more I missed them, and now I was missing out on other things too. They were drawing the cutest things in kindergarten! They were playing with more advanced toys, too. Rory had a dollhouse full of furniture she loved collecting and showing off. And Luke was snapping together elaborate tracks that snaked all over the house, with battery-powered trains that ran into every single room.

As much fun as the twins were, they were still very little. In time they’d do these things, but Rory and Luke were doing them now…

I sighed, stretching back into my empty bed. My FOMO was worse than ever. Patrice and John were taking the kids to all these fun new places, including some of the most wonderful children’s museums in their part of Maryland.

But they still hadn’t been to the National Aquarium. That, my sister and brother-in-law told me, they were saving for me.

You could go down for a few days, you know. Just take the weekend.

I could, actually. There was nothing really stopping me. One or more of the guys could handle the twins for a few days, and I could grab a quick, easy flight.

Nodding firmly, I decided right then and there to go. Liam and Duncan had been on base for two days now, and Julius had spent the better part of both days in the city. Things were hectic now, but once everyone was back I’d sit the boys down and bring it up.

As for right now though…

Right now I was cold and lonely. I’d even slept alone last night, for the first time in weeks!

Julius had come in fairly late, after being in the city all day long. He’d kissed me hello, kissed the kids goodnight, then I could hear him rummaging around the kitchen for the meal I’d left for him.

But that was an hour ago. I hadn’t heard anything since.

Maybe he fell asleep.

Possibly. While the others were gone, he’d been putting in some really long hours at the Shop. But I was alone. Lonely. I could go out there, looking for him. Or—

Maybe you should let him sleep.

I fluffed a pillow and placed it beneath my head. I could sense Julius had been a bit more sullen since our conversation the other night. Or maybe it was because Liam and Duncan were on base and he wasn’t. Or maybe, like my inner voice was trying to tell me, he was just tired.

It would be easy to drift off right now. To just stretch out across the vast expanse of my king-sized bed and sleep alone for the first time in weeks.

“Screw that,” I declared into the silence.

Grabbing my phone, I hammered a quick, simple text-message. It was one that every lonely person in the world had used at one time or another, to seek out companionship:

 

YOU UP?

 

For a solid minute nothing happened, and disappointment stole over me. Then I saw the tiny three-dot ellipsis indicating he was typing out an answer, and hope soared.

 

UNFORTUNATELY YES. CAN’T SEEM TO GET TIRED.

 

My answer was simple:

 

*I* CAN MAKE YOU TIRED… :)

 

I went with the smiley emoji instead of the winking one, hoping to cheer him up.

 

YOU CAN, HUH?

 

God, was he not good at this? Maybe he needed the practice!

 

UH HUH. COME TO MY ROOM. I’LL SHOW YOU.

 

My message sat unanswered for a while, long enough to make me frown. Finally he answered:

 

AND WHAT WOULD YOU DO FOR ME?

 

Hmmm…I thought to myself. Getting better.

 

I’D SPREAD MY LEGS AND LET YOU COME INSIDE ME, WHILE MY TITS BOUNCE TO THE BEAT OF YOUR COCK.

 

There was no silence this time, no waiting. Off in the distance I heard the distinct sound of a door being flung open, and heavy footfalls in the hallway.

Julius appeared in my open doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of tight-fitting boxers. Already they were bulging out down one leg. As his gaze settled over me, I felt more than a little proud.

“About time,” I giggled, lifting my ass to slide my shorts down my legs.

 

Forty-Two

 

 

DELILAH

I crossed my eyes as Julius pushed my legs back and sank all the way into me. From this position he felt big. Huge. Totally fucking enormous…

Oh my GOD…

And damn, he hadn’t even started screwing me yet.

“Please…” I murmured. “Be—”

His mouth covered mine, and we began kissing like star-crossed lovers. The sheer amount of passion and need was overwhelming. I’d totally underestimated it! Yet as our tongues swirled wildly through each other’s mouths, it quickly became apparent he needed this every bit as much as I did.

And probably more.

“Julius…”

I whispered his name as he withdrew almost entirely out of me, then hammered himself back home. Again and again he pounded into me, until the sounds of our bodies crashing together overrode the protesting squeal of the bedsprings beneath us.

This is nuts!

He outweighed me two-to-one, and was covered head to toe in nothing but muscle! But somehow he was also being gentle, even through the deepest thrusts. I could feel him holding back just enough to leave air in my lungs. Taking every ounce of pleasure that he could from my body, while keeping me from bearing the brunt of his savage, almost desperate onslaught.

It was like he was finally making me his. Drilling me so deeply and fiercely that there’d be no doubt as to our status as not just lovers, but also something more primal, more physical and—

Mates.

God, it was like he was mating me! And yet there was a surprising gentleness, an emotional side to the whole thing too. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face down, kissing him even harder and more deeply as our bodies continued colliding.

Holy FUCK!

I was stretched totally out on my back, my legs pinned so high they were brushing my ears! My grunts and groans came in short, tiny gasps, but they were gasps of pleasure. Julius devoured them eagerly, kissing me with the wettest, hottest mouth as he never stopped plunging in and out of me.

And there was something about his kisses, too. They were deeper than normal, and totally unreserved. He seemed to be whispering something too, words I could only barely hear but not totally make out. And then all of a sudden—

“Unnnnghhh!”

I came so hard I almost blacked out — that’s how intense the whole thing was! I screamed. Cried. Clawed at my lover’s churning, swirling ass as he never let up. Eventually I was left clenching the sheets, staving off the shadows at the edge of my vision as I came again and again around his incredible, thrusting shaft. The throbbing between my legs didn’t even seem to phase him. He just kept pounding away, screwing me right through that beautiful wave of heat and light that made up my orgasm, and then straight out the other side.

It wasn’t until my spasms subsided that he finally slowed. Julius relaxed his body, allowing my legs to fall limply on either side of his torso. He began kissing me softly now, with torturous slowness. And all throughout, still gliding in and out of me. Only now, well after I’d climaxed, he was doing it with such deliberate slowness I almost thought he was done.

“Do it,” I breathed into his mouth while playing with the back of his head. “You come now too.”

If he heard me, I couldn’t say. All I knew was that everything was the exact opposite of a minute ago. Julius was still digging himself deep inside me, only now there was no urgency, no rush. Our eyes met and there was meaning behind his gaze. A meaning that went much deeper than the primal, almost animalistic thrusts of just moments before.

His tongue dove again, sliding tantalizingly against mine as I whimpered, holding my hands against his face. Lifting his arms, he did the same thing I did.

“Delilah…”

The word was like a musical note, dropped from his lips. It sounded perfect. A thousand percent right.

“I love you.”

I was astonished. Stunned. Moved to the point of tears. And yet very easily and effortlessly, my lips formed the words:

“I love you too.”

And with that Julius exploded, filling me with warmth and heat and love. I squeezed my thighs tightly around him as he surged again and again, throbbing away inside me. Flooding me to overflowing with the physical manifestation of our shared joy, as we continued kissing and staring and holding each other all throughout.

His eyes never left mine. Our words never required further explanation.

Together we collapsed sideways into the softness of my bed, our arms wrapped tightly around each other in the nighttime silence.

And I knew in that instant we were never letting go.