Page 27 of The Commander

With my mouth salivating, I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and stood there as my cock throbbed. I did the math on what would happen if I reached out and slid my fat finger through her folds.

She’d be wet.

I’d make fucking sure of it.

Would she like it if I rubbed her clit? Would she wake enough so I could lift her up onto her knees and thrust inside her wet channel? Would it make her come hard when I told her what a gorgeous pussy she had?

No.

Yes.

Maybe.

My hand slid inside my pants, and I gripped my cock as the need to stroke myself became impossible to ignore. I told myself it was wrong. Even as Quinn moaned and stretched further, opening her pussy like an invitation.

With my pants half open, my hand stroking my cock and my eyes glued to her glorious cunt, I fought with my conscience.

I wouldn’t touch her.

I knew we both wanted this and she would crumble under my touch, craving what I could give her, but I didn’t touch her.

I leaned a hand on the headboard and silently jerked off, imagining I was inside the tight walls of her pussy. As I came, I pictured my seed covering her entrance, and a low growl escaped my lips.

Quinn rolled onto her back, and I stepped back suddenly, my hand covered in cum. Ripping some tissues from her bedside, I swore inside my head as I took in her well-cropped pussy.

Fucking hell.

Finally, I did what I should have done at the start. I covered her and left.

So no, our memories of that night are not completely the same. Though I wish it had gone differently. I wish she’d woken up, seen my thick member in my fist and sat up, begging to take it into her mouth. I wish I’d spent the next few hours fucking her sweet body and made her choose me again and again.

Instead, the next day changed the course of our lives, and here we sit having dinner with the Black Hawke team.

The dinner conversation is buoyant. Aidan and Ryder have joined, along with Marshall, Cole, and Jake.

Over a dozen GIs have arrived, and the rest will trickle in later tonight and early tomorrow morning. Training kicks off at midday, and I’m looking forward to being a part of this inaugural BHS moment.

Quinn tries to ignore me as much as she can, which amuses me. Marlene is a chatterbox, and she and Aidan talk about their kids and how managing a military career is only possible because of her supportive husband.

“Twins. How wonderful.” She smiles down at the photo on his phone.

“When they sleep,” Aidan groans, but he’s proud as punch of them. I know he is. Every day he tells us about all the new and mischievous things they got up to. The tough Marine has been brought to his knees by two tiny people.

I study Quinn.

Does she want children?

I don’t yet know what a future would look like with her. I know what I want it to look like, but the truth is, she’s never shared her dreams with me.

We’ve known each other for years, but our moments together were stolen, brief and unplanned. There were no dates where I could ask about her favorite color or movie, or what foods she might be allergic to. The places she’d love to visit.

I don’t know any of those things.

Everything I’ve gleaned has been overheard as if the knowledge doesn’t belong to me.

Quinn’s eyes drift to mine and then away as she wipes her mouth and drops the napkin on her lap.

“How’s it going down here?” Josh says, laying a hand on the back of my chair.