Forget Me Never by Sable Hunter (spicy books to read .TXT) 📕

was going to get ready for some fun.  Taking the nerf guns, she loaded both of them with bullets.  This would surprise him.  Right by the door, where he couldn’t miss them, she placed his toy gun and a note.  Then she waited.

*****

Whistling as he walked, Patrick was glad to be home.  Savannah’s house was almost as welcoming as she was.  Ciara heard him arrive and padded over to meet him.  “Where’s your mama?” he asked.  Then he noticed that a table had been pulled over in the path and there was a note – and a gun, a toy gun.  Strange.  But when he picked up the note, he smiled.  There was a lop-sided skull and cross bones drawn on it.  Obviously, he was going to be the artist in the family.  And written on it were these words:

The gun is loaded.  I have one, too.  And you are under attack

As of

NOW!!!

A wave of love for her almost knocked him down.  Could she be more perfect?  Now he knew she was his dream girl.  His baby wanted to play.  Patrick grabbed the gun and cocked it.  And no sooner had he become alert to what was around him – Savannah stepped out from behind the kitchen door, grinned, aimed and shot a nerf bullet right slap dab at his crotch.  It landed with a good little thump right on his dick.

“Gottcha!  Bullseye!”

“Why, you little rascal.”  He fired back and she dodged, let out the cutest bubble of giggles he had ever heard and dashed up the stairs.  Patrick took off after her.  She stopped at the top and fired again, this time it bounced off of his abs.  He returned fire and he connected with one of her tits.

“Ow!”

“Surrender, and I’ll kiss and make it better.”

“Never!” She took off again.  He heard her footsteps falling and then heard her slide across the floor.  Bump!  Thump!  What in the world?

“You realize that your ass is mine, Baby.  I’m a United States by-God Marine.  Are you ready to give up?”

Silence.  Oh, that couldn’t be good.  He grinned like an idiot.  This was a side of her he hadn’t seen.  And he loved it.

Patrick went into stealth mode.  He walked silently, making every move precise.  Where had she gone?  He wanted to laugh out loud, but he didn’t want to give away his position.  The hall ahead of him was empty and all the doors were shut.  Ah, the closet, she was probably in the linen closet.  Edging up to the door, he turned the knob slowly – threw it open and aimed.  It was empty.  Maybe she was in the bedroom; that would be convenient.  Once he captured her, he could ravish her.

Savannah waited until just the right moment.  She had been holding the bathroom door closed with the door knob tight in her hand so when she heard him go by, she could pounce.  A stool was at hand and when she opened the door, she wasn’t going to be peering around it – he was going to be attacked from above!

Oh, the man was good.  She could barely hear him moving around.  Savannah had excellent hearing.  The gift had been both a blessing and a curse, because sometimes she had heard things that she’d have been better off not knowing.  Conversations still rang in her mind, ‘Keep the little leper away from the kitchen.  We don’t want her germs everywhere.  It’s bad enough she has to be in the house.  If I had my way, we’d chain her in the back with the dog.’  Shaking her head, she pushed those thoughts out of her mind. Times had changed.  And she owed it all to the man that she was just about to - - - - attack!

Patrick heard the door squeak right behind him and he wheeled around to fire – and there was nothing!

“Put your hands over your head, I think I’ve got you cornered, Marine.”  He looked up and his little doll was hanging over the top of the door.

She held the gun pointed right between his eyes.

“You think you’ve got me, don’t you?”

She had him, no doubt about it.  Savannah had him wrapped around her cute little pinky finger.

“Yea, I’ve got you.  You’re mine now.”

Truer words had never been spoken.  But he couldn’t let her think she was in charge here.  “No, I think you’re mine.”  And he reached up quickly, slipped his hands under her arms and pulled her to him.  “Now, I’ve got you!”

“Hey, no fair!  You’re gonna hurt yourself.  I’m chubby!”

“All’s fair, Love, this is WAR.”  He got amused.  “The only thing chubby about you are those luscious breasts and I wouldn’t have them any other way.”  Not giving his little POW any chance to escape, he carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed.  She landed with a bounce and a giggle.

But she didn’t giggle long.  He started undressing and she slid right into heat mode.  My God!  The man was hot, hard, and ripped.  And this man belonged to her?   Or he could.  If she was brave enough to reach out and take him.  In a symbolic gesture that wasn’t lost on either of them, she held out her arms.  “I want you.  I surrender.”

“Damn, Baby.”  He joined her on the bed and made fast work of her clothes.  She was kissing him everywhere she could reach and he was so hard and swollen he thought he would burst.  There would be no time for preliminaries today.  “I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the whole world.  Nothing compares to your embrace.”

Savannah opened herself to him – not only did she open her arms to him, she opened her thighs and gave him her vulnerability and she opened her heart and gave him her love.  “I can’t wait. Come to me, now.”  Patrick was careful with her, testing her wetness for himself before he sank deep.  But she was warm, wet and willing and wanted him