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I twist her body, and she willingly flips over. Once she’s face-down, I give her hips a yank so she comes up on hands and knees, then line myself up with her entrance and slam in.
“Ah!” she cries.
Swirling my hips a few times, I pull out and push back in. She braces herself against the headboard as I thrust intoher repeatedly, panting and cursing and moaning. When she tightens around me, I give it to her harder, feeling myself teetering on the edge as well. “That’s it, Jules. Let me have it.”
She screams and collapses onto her elbows as my hips jerk and I crumble along with her.
We lay in a heap, sweaty and breathless, after going at it nonstop since I got into town yesterday. The long-distance relationship has been hard, but we’ve managed this first year since I enlisted. We text and call and video chat all the time. And any chance I get, I come to see her.
Jules is sweet and silly. And uncomplicated.
“That was … holy shit.” She tries to catch her breath.
“Yeah. Ditto.”
“I’m gonna need to consume a lot of calories to make up for all the sex. I mean, seriously, the average 2,000-calorie-a-day diet isn’t enough for this level of activity.”
“Well, then, it’s a good thing we’re headed to dinner with Fonz. He should be here in about—” I’m interrupted by a knock on the door of her suite. “Speak of the devil!”
Jules groans and rolls off the bed, and I follow. “I thought you told him to come at six.”
“I did.” I slide my pants on. “It’s after six.”
“Oh, shit.” She fastens her bra behind her back.
“Yeah, we’ve been at it for a while.”
We share a grin before there’s another knock.
Once we’re both decent, I answer it. “Oh, good. I was beginning to think you gave me the wrong address,” Fonz says as he approaches with his arms spread wide. I meet him with the same approach, and we squeeze the daylights out of each other. “How is my brother from another mother?”
“Good. Glad I could get away for a night while you’ve got a long weekend.”
“Me too.”
Jules comes out from the bedroom as we separate, greeting my old friend. “Hey, Fonz.”
“Hey, Jules!” He gives her a hug. “Sorry to crash your party.”
“Nonsense! I’m glad you and Ethan get to see each other. I know it’s been a while.” She heads over to the wall where our coats are hanging and takes hers off the hook, slipping her arms into it. “Where to, boys?”
***
We’re about three beers in and I’m starting to feel bad we’ve spent the whole night talking about all the training I’ve been doing at Fort Moore in Georgia, but Fonz and Jules seem interested.
“I know you’ve still got three years left, but do you think you’ll re-enlist?” I wonder if Jules is asking because she wants to know how long we’ll have to do this long-distance thing, or if she’s just genuinely curious.
“No, actually, I think I’ll be done after the four years.”
Fonz’s eyes shoot up. “Really? That bad?” He’s on one side of me and Jules is on the other, the three of us squished into a booth.
“No. Not bad at all. I think I just like civilian life better.” I knew early on that, while I don’t mind the Army—hell, I love this body the training has given me, and I’m able to work toward a degree in graphic arts—I just don’t want to do it any longer than I have to. Plus, I’m lucky that right now the world is calm and I haven’t had to deploy for active duty.
Truth is, I don’t know what I want to do. I miss my hometown, and even my parents, oddly enough. But college wasn’t really my scene. And apparently, neither is the Army. Where that leaves me, I’m not sure.
Fonz disrupts my thoughts when he pulls out his phone. “You know what time it is!” he says in singsong, holding his phone up and slinging his other arm over and around me, grabbing Jules by the shoulder and pulling us both in under his wing. “It’s time for a selfie!”
Jules and I both moan.
