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  "Jealous, baby?" he growls in my ear. Goosebumps spring up on my skin. He roughly kisses me.

  "Yes," I moan when pulls away from my mouth. His bare feet kick mine apart. He touches my pussy, finding it wet. He grunts and wraps his hands around my ass cheeks, lifting me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waist and he one- handedly pulls his basketball shorts down, his cock springing forward, hitting my clit. My answering moan has him surging forward. Balls deep, he slams in and out of me, resulting in my body slamming against the door, over and fucking over, like a screen door in a hurricane. I am about to come. He's amazing. My body responds to him like nothing I've ever heard of.

  "What. Do. I. Need. To. Do?" He asks each word punctuated by a hard, vicious soul-shattering thrust.

  "What?" I gasp.

  "What do I need to do to get you to realize how fucking special you are to me?" I think about it for an all-consuming minute, and in that time my orgasm takes me over. My heart is pounding furiously, but my future is clear in my mind.

  He's still pumping into me like a mad man when the answer springs into my mind. "Marry me," I blurt out. With those words, his cock swells impossibly bigger before he unleashes his seed inside of me.

  That's a good sign, right?

  Colonel

  I have always prided myself on being a man's man. You know the type that takes charge of everything. Protects what’s his, looks out for his family, etc. I never saw myself as the guy whose woman would have to propose to him. To say I am shocked is an understatement, but it would be more to the point that I don’t feel any less a man now that she has done it. All I feel is a sense of calm and an urgency to get it done asap.

  “10-4 baby. Fuck yes, I will marry you. Now that you got the ball rolling though, know you have exactly one week. That is the time it will take for us to get the license and me to find a tux that fucking fits. Any objections?” Not that it would make a difference if she did. I fully intended to tie her to me in marriage and otherwise. I was trying to give her some time. Not much mind you. But fuck it. She threw the gauntlet. It’s done.

  “Nope. I’m good with that. I never wanted a big wedding. That was my mom. Eeek!! I am going to go call Saffron.” She stands on her toes and kisses me. The greedy ass in me wants to haul her back in my arms and take her against the breakfast bar. But I know she has to rest at some point. She pulls away and sashays her cute ass up the stairs. And I have a phone call to make I think while grabbing my phone and dialing.

  “This is Michaels.”

  “Senator. This is Colonel Colin Crank.” I don’t bother with the rest of the explanation. He knows who I am.

  “How’s my daughter? Is she ok? When are you letting her come home?”

  “She is home, sir.” Let him swallow that.

  “I’m sorry. I’m not following. She needs to be here, with her mother and me. Now when can I send my men to get her?”

  “With all due respect, Senator, I am calling you to tell you that Kimbella and I are getting married in exactly one week. I would like for you and your wife to attend as her family. However, I will not tolerate you trying to talk her out of it. She is everything to me. I know its sudden, but it is what it is. I love her. And I will love her for the rest of my life. You can either be a part of it or not.”

  “I-what kind of…where is my daughter. I demand to speak with her right now!”

  “I tell you what. I will tell her you want to speak to her. Right now, she is on the phone with her girl planning. You might as well get on board. She proposed to me. Besides, you don’t want your grandbaby born out of wedlock, do you?” Let that shit set in. I hang up after dropping that bombshell.

  Time for me to get my shit in order. New priorities are needed.

  Kimbella

  One Week Later

  It’s the morning of my wedding and I am freaking out. I am getting ready in my office. I don’t know why I have an office to be honest, but it has a mirror, so there’s that. I am about to cry. Even though it's only been a week, I'm not ready to be out in public. I'm sleeping ok but having nightmares. I really hope they go away soon. I've not been out in public, except for the quick trip to get our marriage license. Everything else came to the house and I made my decisions there.

  I really, really hate my wedding dress. It is way, way too short, stopping at midcalf, and Saffron might as well be naked. Her black dress is more suited to a club than a wedding. We had a fitting earlier in the week, but this doesn’t even look like what I chose, and I picked a light pink dress for the bridesmaid dress. I know I said I didn’t want a big wedding and I don’t. But I do want it to be tasteful and elegant.

  “What am I going to do, Saffron? I look like I am getting married in a Mark Twain novel. All that’s missing is Huckleberry Finn to walk me down the aisle.” She looks me up and down, then she grins. Grins. I’m gonna kill her.

  “I have an idea, but I don’t know if you are gonna like it,” she says tapping her index finger on her chin. She has always been more fashionably inclined than me.

  “Anything. Help me, please,” I beg. I am so upset, but at the end of the day getting married is all that matters, but I am the bride. Shouldn’t I get what I want, just a little bit?

  “It’s gonna be radical.”

  “Just do it. It’s gotta be better than this communion dress,” I say. It does look like it belongs to a chubby second grader about to confess for the first time.

  “Take off the dress,” she says, helping me undo the buttons of pearls down my back. Ugh, I never would have chosen this. Then she grabs scissors from the Martha Stewart pen cup on my desk. I may or may not be obsessed with Martha Stewart office accessories. She starts cutting the dress even shorter. When I put it back on it’s about mid-thigh and it looks amazing. “Pair it with the Colonel’s combat boots,” she says smiling.

  “They’ll be too big,” I say.

  “I know. It’s more about the look. You won’t have to wear them all day. I think he’ll love it.”

  So, I put the boots on and at precisely ten a.m., on the arm of my father, I walk down the aisle to him. I have to give him credit, he doesn’t try to talk me out of it and he civilly shakes Colin’s hand at the altar. I briefly met the pastor, Bill Jorgensen, yesterday. I loved his non-denominational ceremony options.

  It’s a mercifully quick ceremony where I promise to love, honor, and obey him. He promises to love, honor, and protect me all the days of our lives. When it’s over I am his wife, finally.

  “I want to fuck you in those boots, wife,” My new husband whispers in my ear once we are at our reception. UTGARD is the upscale restaurant in Bleak.

  “Can we sneak away?” I ask.

  “Probably not. Our mothers are discussing babies already. I overheard them when I was getting a beer.”

  “Oh, shit. Really?” I myself have done nothing but think of babies. I want about a million of them.

  “I think it’s only natural for mothers to want to be grandmothers,” he says shrugging his shoulders.

  For a week’s notice, this wedding isn’t terrible. It’s elegant, except for my dress, but I’m rocking it. I ditched the boots for flip-flops, even though it’s still freezing, but better freezing than falling down every five minutes.

  When Wanted by Hunter Hayes starts playing, we dance our first of many dances. I don’t know how they knew this is my favorite song, but I can only assume Saffron.

  The day is exhausting, but by ten o’clock we are on a plane and headed to Hawaii for our honeymoon. I lost my passport in Mexico and my new one hasn’t come in yet, so we had to go somewhere American. Hawaii is just about the prettiest place I’ve ever been to. I went with my parents when I was in high school. It’s gonna be amazing and I am looking forward to traveling with my strong husband by my side.

  Being his wife has started off amazing and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.

  Colonel

  2 weeks Later

  Two weeks of wedded bliss. We
spent one great week in Hawaii and then headed home because I had ops to check on and business to tend to. She, on the other hand, is having a hard time figuring out what she wants to do with herself. Apparently, she was a socialite that sat on the board of a bunch of charities when she was with her parents. She told me last night she felt it frivolous now, knowing that there are people out there that really need help. My sweet woman has the heart of gold. Except when it comes to herself. She is entirely too hard on herself. Getting out of the car coming home from the office, I look forward to seeing what new experimental dish she has cooked up for dinner tonight.

  “Honey...I’m home.” I love being able to say that.

  “Hey, babe.” I yell from the door to the kitchen. Setting my stuff down I walk toward the kitchen. I have to admit it smells fucking delicious. Wrapping my arms around the front of her, I kiss her neck.

  “Mmm...hey yourself, mister. You're just in time for dinner,” she whispers, her breath low and throaty as my hands travel up her shirt. “Can I have dessert first?” She backs her ass up into my cock and my mind is made to toss her on the counter.

  “Shit baby. How much time do we have?”

  “Does it matter? You take what you want anyway, don’t you?” She leans her head to the side giving me access to her neck. I love the perfume she wears. It smells like sunshine and mimosas.

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing. You love when I take it, baby. Say it!” I don’t know what this craving is I have every second of every day to have her confirm she is mine and mine alone. Not that I ever doubt it. I know she belongs to me. Heart, body, and soul. But it is something about hearing it from her that makes me feel like I have conquered the world.

  “I love it when you take me, Colin. You make me feel like the sexiest woman alive when you can’t keep your hands off me. Huh,” she gasps when my hands slide inside her pants and part her wet, slippery folds. So fucking soaked. She’s always ready for me.

  “Such a greedy, ready little wife, aren’t you? This pussy knows its master, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes. Fuck Yes. Always want you inside me. Always.”

  My fingers move in and out of her hot pussy, as my mouth latches on to her neck. My mark has faded. Time to refresh. My tongue snakes up and down her neck over and before finally sinking my teeth in and sucking. My fingers, go back and forth from her swollen clit to the hole that is begging for my cock to come in.

  “Colin!!! Yesss...Please...fuck me...fuck me...” she begs so perfectly.

  “Not yet baby. This is my game. Shit, your greedy snatch is trying to break my damn fingers. Come for me baby so I can bend you over this counter.”

  “Fuck Colin. Why is that so hot? Oh shit. Harder. Right there.” I know what she needs. What she always needs. Cause it's the same thing I command every single time.

  “I love you, my sweet wife. Now come!!!” I pinch her clit and revel in the shudder and scream that overtakes her. The sound of her climax sends my cock barking for his turn. Dirty dog. I am unbuckling my belt, pushing her stomach over the sink, when my cell rings. If it was any other ringtone, I would ignore the call until I’d had my fill of my woman. But it's the SAT phone playing the old 90’s G.I. Joe ringtone. That means a mission. I go from 10 to 2.5 instantly. A mission means leaving Kim. I know, that my job is to save people. But now, my job is also to be there for my wife and protect her. Kissing the side of her head, I fix her clothes and walk over to the SAT phone. I look over at Kimbella and see her biting her lip. She too knows what this phone is for. I don’t like the look of fear on her face.

  “Crank.” My standard greeting.

  “Colonel. The package has landed in a new location. We can confirm the number of parcels. Same as the last pickup. All systems a go.” FUCK!! The mission that went sideways with Om when we rescued Kim and the other two, we found other hostages in the basement. We were not equipped to get them out. We were plotting to go back in a few days later, but our sources say that when they found the other three missing, they moved the smuggle zone. We have been waiting for them to land somewhere we could get to them. This looks like it. I know this has to be done, and I am the leader, but son of a bitch. Leaving my new bride is like a shot to the gut.

  Risking another look at her, I can see the bravery she is trying to show, but I know deep down she is scared something is going to happen to me. And the truth is, it could. These missions are always a gamble depending on where we go. That and, hearing it must be taking her back. She says she is fine and puts on a brave face. But the truth comes out at night. She still has nightmares and a bit of anxiety out in public. Though she tries to shrug it off, I know this is one of the reasons she hasn’t found something to do with her time. Being around people is still a challenge in long stretches.

  “That’s a 10-4...” I hesitate to finish the comment. I have never backed out of a mission. But damn it...can you blame me. “I am not in position to run the front. Send for Brand and Troy.”

  “Colonel?” I can hear the shock in Axel’s voice, but fuck...I can’t do it.

  “That’s an order. I expect a full brief as soon as the parcels have been recovered.”

  “10-4 Sir.” I know what I did was right… but it doesn’t feel it.

  “Colonel, you could have gone. I would have been ok,” she whispers. I can hear the relief though I know she would have tried her damndest to be brave.

  “I know you would have been great baby. But I couldn’t leave you. My job is to be here for you. How can I do that in another country?” It’s the fucking truth.

  “I know. And I love you for putting me first. Even as the senator, my dad found time to make me and my mom his priority. I always vowed to find that type of devotion. So blessed I did. But the thing I love most about you is how you help others. If you would never have come for me, there is no telling what would have come of me. I don’t want that for others.” How the hell did I get so lucky? Even when being faced with me leaving she is thinking of someone else. So fucking sweet.

  “I think I just need time baby. To be ok with leaving you. Though I have to admit, it feels… off somehow not leading this one.”

  “I bet. How about I distract you.” She begins unbuttoning her blouse and my mind without a blip, switches to third gear. I reach over my head and remove my shirt. No need in prolonging the jonesing I have to be balls deep in my wife. She drops her skirt and steps out of it, turning and sauntering away. Like Pavlov's dog, I follow. But not before she turns slightly and says, “Come and get it. Big boy.”

  Yes, fucking ma’am.

  Kimbella

  He follows me to our bed, and I drop my clothes like breadcrumbs all along the hallway, by the time he gets to the bedroom, I am up on my knees, ass presented to him.

  “That’s a damn fine sight,” he growls. I look over my shoulder at him and smile in what I hope is a seductive way.

  “It’s all yours,” I say as he walks toward me, cock in hand. Fuck, that is so hot. Once behind me, he lines his cock up with my pussy and slides inside me. It hits me at just the right angle, and I scream out his name.

  “Fuck, wife, this cunt is perfect." His grunts go straight to my core. He's so much deeper in this position. He grips my hips tightly, using them as leverage to get even deeper.

  “Breed me,” I demand. He grips my neck and he fucks into me over and over until he fills me with his seed. I moan. I want nothing more than to be the mother of his children.

  “Fuck yes, but what makes you so sure I haven’t already? I’ve lost track of how many times I filled you.” I turn back to look at him again.

  “You think?” I do some quick period math and realize it’s entirely possible, but I am not sure that enough time has passed to know for certain. What do I know? I’ve never been pregnant before.

  He pulls out of me and I crawl over to my side of the bed. He lays on his own and pulls me to his side. We lay there for a few minutes, me stroking his chest and his satellite phone rings. I hate that fucking phone w
ith a passion, but I know it's a matter of life and death.

  “Crank,” he says gruffly as he answers. I can only hear his side of the conversation. “All souls accounted for? Excellent. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow for a full debriefing."

  "That would have been a quick trip," I murmur when he hangs up.

  "I suppose, but you never know. One variable changes and the whole thing can go sideways in an instant.”

  He settles back in beside me and once again pulls me closer to him.

  "I never had an actual reason to live before you, Kimbella. You've changed me in ways I never thought possible. I love you."

  "I love you too, Colin. So much. When you rescued me, you woke me up. I know I am young, but I was just going through the motions. I didn't know things like this existed."

  "It's rare. So fucking rare to find your soulmate. I know I need to make some changes."

  "No. You are meant to help people. Meant to save them. Fuck, you saved me. You can't deprive people of that. I won't hear of it," I say.

  "You are amazing, wife."

  "You are too, Colin." His cock is hard again against my thigh. We spend the rest of the night making love. "God, I'll never get enough of this," I breath. He's above me, looking down at me. The love in his eyes shines through. Leaning down, he kisses me. I pour myself into each and every kiss we share. Thank fuck, I'm so in love with my life and my husband.

  Colonel

  6 weeks later

  Rolling over in the morning is my favorite thing to do. Why, you ask? I have someone to turn over to. Not to mention, her pussy is usually so warm and welcoming first thing in the morning. I normally try to let her sleep longer, with the nightmares and all. But those have been far and few between lately. She started seeing a therapist last month and it seems to help.