Chương 59: K.I.S.S.I.N.G
She had finally returned to the States. She never thought she was going to make it back. Allie had been deep in the shit. It had been so long since Allie had a hot shower, a decent meal, and a soft bed. After months of eating MREs, sleeping on the hard ground, or on a clay rooftop sweating. Showers...haha. She wished. Malibu made it easier to be there. She was catching feelings for him, and she had a big mitt.
She walked out of the bathroom, combing her hair. The steam followed her out. She had the water as hot as her pain receptors could bear.
She removed the towel, squeezed the bottom of her hair, and put it on the bed.
"Hey, caretaker." Malibu had walked into the room unannounced. "Whoa! You... have got... a bitchin' body." he blurted out.
"Malibu, what the hell are you doing? Get out of here." She pointed to the door.
He just stood there.
"Dude!" she yelled. She grabbed the towel off the bed.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry."
"No. You're not because if you were sorry, you would have turned around by now."
"Oh yeah, right," he said.
Malibu turned around while Allie wrapped the towel around herself.
"What do you need?" She asked.
"Right now. I need a cold shower."
"Very funny. Seriously though, what do you need?"
"You know, I really can't remember why I came in here," he said.
"You can turn back around now."
He looked at her. Her hair was long and wet. He was unsure if he had ever seen her with her hair down. He knows he's never seen her undressed. He never realized how toned her body was underneath that uniform. He just stood there gawking at her. He looked entranced."
"Malibu, if you're not here for a specific reason, I would like to get dressed now," she said
He just stood there frozen.
"Hello?"
"I don't think I can move," he said.
"Here, let me help you." She walked over to him.
"Has anyone ever told you you're breathtaking?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure. And it would be best if you got out of here, or I'm going to strangle you and take your breath away, too," she said.
"Caretaker. I'm serious."
Her cheeks turned pink. "Oh, thank you for the compliment. It's nice to be treated like a woman every now and then," she said.
They were standing close to each other. For most people, it would have been uncomfortably close. But when you sit on rooftops together, inches apart, there is no such thing as being uncomfortably close.
He brought his hand up to her face. "Malibu, what are you doing?"
"I'm taking the shot," he whispered.
He leaned in and kissed her lips. For a brief moment, she stood there. Her brain was running and telling her not to do this.
"I don't think this is a great idea," she whispered.
"Then don't think about it."
He kissed her again. This time, she returned it. She put her arms around his neck. She had dreamt about this before but always thought it was a bad idea. An insane idea. She wasn't even sure if he had felt the same way about her. But standing there in the bedroom, she realized he did.
As they kissed, her towel fell to a heap on the floor. He ran his hands up and down her back. He felt a small cluster of scars. They broke their kiss long enough for him to slide off his T-shirt.
"Hadley?" He rubbed the scars gain. "He's a knob. I still feel shrapnel in there."
"Well, no MRI for me."
"I would be happy to carefully check your whole body for you."
She smirked. "Ok. Go for it. What kind of insurance do you have?"
He pressed his lips hard. She felt warm and moist between her legs.
They continued to kiss. Her body pressed up against his. The warmth of their flesh together. She fumbled with the button on his pants. He reached down and undid them. She undid his zipper, and the pants fell to the floor. She yanked at his boxers. He used his feet to step out of the pants. She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at him. She scooted back, resting in the center. He crawled onto the bed; he was now hovering over her. They kissed repeatedly.
"I really want to do this," he said.
"So do I," she answered. "But I don't think we should."
"Me neither. But we are going to do this, aren't we?" he asked.
"You bet your ass we are," she said, pulling him close.
He lay beside her and ran his hand up and down her side. Tracing every curve.
"Out of curiosity, when did you last do anything with anyone?" Malibu asked.
"I don't know, what year is it?"
"Come on, Caretaker."
"Look, I know what my reputation is around here. Being the only woman in our squad. I know what's said about me. The thing is, I don't care. Since I don't care, I don't correct."
"Oh," he said.
"To answer your question, it's been about two years."
"Two years. Really?"
"Yes, really."
"How about you, stud muffin?" she asked.
"It's been less than 2 years."
"Really, has it now?"
"Yeah, I kind of had a drunken night with…" he stopped.
"With whom Malibu?"
"Sergeant Major Anderson's daughter."
"No fucking way! Were you feeling suicidal that day?" she asked jokingly. "You're lucky he didn't find out. He would have killed you."
"It just sort of happened," he said.
"What, like you tripped, and your dick fell in her?"
"If it were that easy, I would have tripped over you months ago."
"You know, if we do this, it will change everything. You're my best friend," she said.
"Well, that's a good thing. If you're friends before a relationship and it doesn't work out. You can be friends after."
They kissed again. Both inhaled deeply through their nose. He took hold of her and rolled over onto his back. She sat up on top of him, straddling his body. She looked at him. His eyes were blue as sapphires. He was 6 feet tall. He couldn't have weighed more than 170 pounds. He wasn't winning any Mr. Universe contests anytime soon, but his body was in great shape. She noticed a blonde patch of hair just at the base of his penis.
"Well, would you look at that? The carpet matches the drapes," she said with an eyebrow flash.
He raised his head slightly and looked down at her. "I can't say the same for you because you seem to have a hardwood floor."
He sat up. Abs flexed. He began to kiss and nip her collarbone. She closed her eyes and took in the feeling of his soft lips against her skin. He was slow and purposeful. Her nipples had grown hard, and her breasts began to ache. He took one into his mouth. He sucked on it. He gently nibbled at her nipple, pulling slightly. She held the sides of his head. He switched sides and paid attention to the other one. She loved the feeling. Maybe it was maternal. Maybe it was masochistic. Her eyes fluttered under her lids.
"Suck, harder, please," she moaned, begging.
She tousled and played with his hair. He could feel her growing warmer, wetter. She was rocking up against him slowly. She was savoring every second. She didn't know if this was going to be able to happen again. She didn't know if this should happen again. She wanted it, too. She rose to her shins.
He didn't stop sucking her breasts. He took hold of his erection and held it steady. Gently ran the tip over her, forward and back. When his velvety head presses across her clit and under her hood.
"Oh, my fucking..." She put her hands over her face. The feeling was so intense that neither of them could take it anymore; he guided himself and entered her. It wasn't thick, but it was long. She could feel him work his way up inside of her. He laid on to his back and took hold of her hips. She wasn't lying. He could feel how tight she was.
"Oh, Alexsandra," he moaned. Fuck, his voice was low and sultry. "You are so tight and soaked for me, Alexsandra."
She had never heard him say her actual name.
He looked at her face, watching the range of emotions. Her eyes were closed. She looked like she was in a peaceful sleep, having a beautiful dream. A slight smile on her face. He reached down and put his fingers on her clit. He slowly started to move them round and round. When he did, she began to move her hips faster. She let out a ragged breath.
"This isn't going to last exceptionally long if you continue to do that," she said.
"That's OK," he said.
"I've got nowhere to be. We'll just do it again."
He smiled at her.
"Do you think that's a good idea?"
"I think it's the best idea in the history of ideas, Caretaker."
He could feel her walls tensing up around him. He took hold of her hips. In one fluid motion, without breaking contact, he held her hips tight and rolled them over. Now, on the bottom, he hit all new places. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to go slow and easy or if she wanted him to go hard and fast. She chose hard and fast. He lifted her leg and put it on his shoulder. He pounded into her. She knew she was going to have bruises, but that wouldn't stop her from feeling this tip hit the spot on the cervix.
"Oh God, Ken. Yes. I am going to come. I have to."
"Then come for me, beautiful, all over my cock."
Pulling him in to set the rhythm of how fast she wanted him.
The friction was becoming too much for her to bear. She could see in his face that he was about to explode. Her wet hair was tangling up under her head. With each thrust, she moved back and forth. She had her arms over her head. She was gripping the underside of the headboard.
"Ken, come with me. Come with me, now."
Her back was arched. Her muscles tightened, strangling his cock. She was paralyzed and unknowingly holding her breath.
Hearing her say his name was all he needed. He let out a guttural, primal growl. He shot his seed inside her.
He just stayed there in the leaning rest posture. He dropped his head to look down upon her face. She was flushed pink, panting, and swallowing hard. "Allie, I love... umm...
She looked at him. Say it, please. It's three little letters. God, he called me Allie. I am already ready to go.
"The room service here is primo. They have the best Cheeseburgers and fries. Caretaker, we are talking about bowling alley fries!"
They smiled at each other. They both looked shy and embarrassed, unsure of what to do next.
"I guess I need to get off you."
"Not yet, okay? I'm not done making this memory. I need this memory," she said.
He brought his head down, and they kissed. It was light and slow. The kind where your lips slightly stuck together when you pulled apart.
"Yep, I am totally in love with this man. How could I not be? He is handsome and has a great body. He's so kind and wants to protect me. I only wish I knew if he felt the same. Damn, we should have never crossed that line. I should know better."
"Never leave me, Ken. Please. This is important. You can't leave me."
"Why would I ever want to do that? I would never do that. It's you and me, shooter, spotter. Okay?
"Just promise me, Ken. You're the one constant I have left in this world. Please," a tear formed in the corner of her eye.
"Hey, hey. Of course. I'm not going anywhere, Allie," he said.
"Promise me if you ever feel like you want to be with someone else, you will leave me first. I can't have someone I care for deeply hurt me like that. I can't."
"I won't. I could never. I would die for you even if we weren't together. You are my partner," he said.
He slowly slid out of her and lay by her. He put his arm under her and pulled her in, her head resting on his chest over his heart. She loved the sound of the human heartbeat. It was one of her favorite sounds.
He saw the tears stream down her face. It rolled down her cheek before falling to the side of her face and resting on his chest.
"I wasn't that bad, was I?" He tried to ease the tension.
She wiped her cheek dry. "No. You were glorious. You are what I want, what I need, who I..." she just let the sentence trail off.
"Then what's wrong?"
"I'm not crying because something's wrong. I'm crying because nothing has ever felt so right. I'm crying because I love you, but I can't bear to say it out loud. I don't want you to die. Everyone I love leaves permanently."
More tears streamed down. He kissed her teardrops. "Allie, will you be my girl?" he asked, kissing her on the head.
"I will, but we can't tell anyone. They will split us up. You know that, right? I don't want to have to break in a new spotter. Plus, no one is as good as you are."
"I've been waiting for that compliment for years. I never thought I would hear one," he said. Well, you are equally talented in the sex department."
"Sex, not love?" she asked.
"Why not both?" he asked. "Now relax and fall asleep, my bestie."
It was the best night of sleep she had had in five years.
Some wanted a little more information on Malibu and Allie's past relationship.
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