No Man Left Behind: A Veteran Inspired Charity Anthology by Elizabeth Knox (black authors fiction TXT) 📕

to that. My friend, Sarah, works for K9s for Warriors and was able to put your application, that I kind of filled out for you, with Careful’s file,” I rush the words out, kind of like taking a Band-Aid off, real quick. I worry my fingers as I try to come up with the right words to tell him how I truly feel about him.

“I’ve figured most of that out. I didn’t know about the app but I can forgive you since it was done in good faith. But it seems like there’s something you're not telling me. The relief isn’t there, the kind you get after getting something off your chest,” he pensively says. The mention of my chest has me thinking about last night’s dream and my face flames. His look deepens to my response.

“Okay, so . . . Look . . . There is something I’ve been wanting to tell you, but I’ve felt that it never was the right time or I was the right person. I just don’t want you to be disappointed or upset,” I utter as I fiddle with my hands again.

Laying his hands on mine, he says, “Just say it. I don’t think there’s anything that you can tell me that would disappoint me, unless . . . are we still talking about Careful?” he inquires.

“No, no, that’s pretty much a done deal, if you’ll take him. No, what I want to talk about is me . . . and you . . . Us or a possibility of an us. Sam, I really like you, like, like you like you. No, that’s wrong, like isn’t a strong enough word for how I feel about you,” I heavily exhale. “Sam, I love you and I want there to be an us.” I did it, I told him. I gaze into his face, trying to gauge his reaction from his expressions.

“I . . . I . . .” he begins but I interrupt him not really wanting to hear his rejection. I knew I wasn’t good enough for him.

“No, I understand it’s fine. I’m sorry I put you in this position,” I whisper too afraid to talk louder because I may start crying before I can get out of there. I go to stand up but he puts a hand on my shoulder and guides me back down to the couch.

“Hope, give me a chance to say my piece. I’ve been in love with you from almost the beginning. But why would a beautiful woman like you have anything to do with a broken-down soldier? I mean look at me.” He points to his prosthetic. My heart hurts at the thought that he thinks that he’s not enough for anyone, especially me.

“Sam, you are the most special person in my life and I’ve never seen you as broken anything. I’ve always thought I wasn’t enough because you’re so strong, courageous, and a hero.” I cup his cheeks with my hands, “I truly, unadulteratedly love you with all my heart and want to be with you now and forever.” Tears slide silently down my face as I pull him to me. Our lips meet with a gentle kiss. He wraps his palms around the back of my neck and deepens the kiss. I gasp just before he slips his tongue across mine. I slide my arms around his neck and slide into his lap.

Suddenly, Careful jumps on the couch and slobbers all over our faces, wanting in on the action.

We bust out laughing, through giggles, I command, “Careful, bed.” And he slinks to his bed by the fireplace.

Without warning, Sam stands up with me in his arms. I yelp and hold on tighter. He swiftly strides to the bedroom. Depositing me on the bed, he slides my clothes off of me before undressing himself. My mouth waters at the view of his muscular body. Dropping my gaze to his cock, my heart speeds up and I want to get up and do a happy dance. The man is packing.

Catching me staring, he chuckles, “Like what you see?”

“Most definitely,” I say huskily.

He sits on the bed and hesitates for a moment. Confused for a second, it dawns on me that he’s worried about his leg and my reaction.

“Here, let me,” I say as I scoot over and unbuckle the straps. It falls to the floor and he’s on me before the clanging sound can register.

Licking up my body, he pays close attention to my breasts which drives me wild. He slips his fingers through my wet folds to find that I’m more than ready for him.

Capturing my mouth with his, I suck on his tongue which he rewards me with a groan.

Sliding his large cock through my wetness, he slips the head into my entrance. Sinking in, he rocks back and forth until he bottoms out. We moan at the same time. The sensation of being almost too full combined with the rocking motion that hits my sensitive nub just right, sends my body into a frenzy.

I slide my hands up and down his back, stopping to squeeze those delectable ass cheeks before traversing back up to his strong shoulders.

Slipping my hand between us, I slide my fingers around his girth and squeeze tight. He growls and slams into me fast. Grabbing my hands, he pins them above my head and slides out slowly, only to drive in deep.

My orgasm peaks, and I scream his name, “Sam!”

He releases my hands to wrap his arms under and around my shoulders to get leverage to pick up the pace. As my pussy clamps down, he shouts his release and paints my womb.

Panting, he kisses the tip of my nose before saying, “I can’t believe you can doubt anyone could love you. You are the most special, sexy, loving woman I have ever known.”

Blushing, I respond, “I love you so much.

Epilogue

Sam

The barking dog wakes me, I roll over to get a last minute snuggle