I nod silently.
He looks me in the eye, his gaze intense. So intense, I almost want to look away, but I don’t.
“I’m not kidding, Libby,” he says softly. “We will take care of this for you. You don’t have to go back there. I promise.”
I don’t say another word before he’s leaning forward, his lips soft against mine. The rest of what he has to say pours between us in that wordless space we share. I know exactly how he feels, and it makes me feel something too. Something I can’t name. Something I shouldn’t name.
But I know it’s real.
Chapter 18
Cass
It seems so simple that we all settle in. Even though Will and I have never had anybody around for quite this long, not even relatives, Libby is different. Days go by in a breeze, almost too fast. We eat, we fuck, we chat about things. She is wicked smart, knowledgeable about a broad array of things. Moreover, she seems to really understand our way of life. There are no awkward explanations about our roles in the military, our past, our futures.
It’s simple. Uncomplicated.
It doesn’t hurt that she is a great cook. Not like a fancy cook, more like a manly piles of meat and potatoes kind of cook. She’s not shy about eating, either. No salads and Diet Coke for this one. She eats like… Well, she eats like a soldier.
Of course, we have kept her very busy, with a vigorous schedule of physical activity. It’s not my fault. We have been alone for a long time. We have a lot saved up.
Sometime in the middle of the week, I realize the deadline is approaching for the National Guard leadership position in New York. I need to make a decision. To do that, I need to have an uncomfortable conversation with Will.
Can I do it? The conversation… Yes. Actually deciding to make a permanent relocation somewhere on the East Coast, I’m not so sure. Part of me thinks I need to make decisions on my own. The other part of me thinks this is fine, so why ruin it?
“We are out of coffee!” Libby calls out from the kitchen, closing the upper cabinet door.
She runs a hand through her tousled blonde hair, lifting the hem of my T-shirt up to where I can see the curve of her left butt cheek. My mouth waters instantly.
“You know what? We’re out of macaroni too. And onion powder. And almost out of cayenne!”
“Hey, can you check the white sugar? How are we fixed on that?”
She shoots me a glance then l
ooks around the kitchen quizzically.
“Sure… Where is it?”
“Right there,” I gesture with a smile.
She turns around and opens the other upper cabinet, then stands on her toes and rocks to from side to side, craning her neck.
“I don’t see it!” she calls out. “Are you sure it’s in here?”
“Probably top shelf! Maybe you need to climb up?”
To my surprise, she does it, simply hops onto the counter on her knees and stretches out so she can poke through the items on the very top shelf of the cabinet.
I can’t take it anymore. I rush across the room before she can get down and bury my face between those plump, inviting ass cheeks, letting my tongue dart between her pussy lips to taste the thick, musky scent.
“Hey! Heyyyyyyyyyyy…” Her voice trails off as she softens, thrusting back against my tongue.
Balancing with a hand on top of the refrigerator, she opens up and lets me tongue-fuck her for a couple of minutes, moaning into the open cabinet until she comes all over my face.
When she begins to crumble, I catch her up my arms and carry her back to the couch, her eyes half closed in shuddering bliss.
“The sugar…” she mewls weakly.