Page 11 of Only Yours
In return, I looked up military facts. What’s your ambition in the military? Hoping to be a lifer as they say? Or do you want to get out? Not that I’m pushing you or anything. Just wondering. It seems like a hard life. The traveling, the danger…but having a team that you’re close to sounds great. Like I’ve said before, closeness is a hard thing before. I’ve told you more in these letters than I have most people in my life, including your sister.
I’m sorry about your dad too. It’s amazing how much our parents can screw us up, isn’t it? I’ve always wanted kids, but it’s a terrifying thought that one day they’ll probably be in therapy complaining about me. Your dad sounds like more of a douche than the normal parent though, and I’m sorry for all that you and Sophie had to go through. I think it would be harder for you with those memories of him still there. I think sometimes that maybe it’s a good thing I only have vague memories of my dad. There’s nothing awful in there to screw him up in my head. He can still linger just like he was.
I admire you a lot. I wasn’t given a ton of responsibility growing up. I sometimes think my mom thinks I’m as dumb as a box of rocks, and I suppose I am compared to her. There was a time in my life when I wouldn’t have trusted myself with a hamster, much less another human being. Sophie talks about how you practically raised her all the time. I’ve tried to picture little blonde-haired Brian bossing around a little pig-tailed Sophie, and it’s an awfully cute picture.
I hope you are staying safe over there, Brian. I worry about you more than I expected I would. The first time we met, you wiggled your ass at me. I really need you to bring that fine ass home safely.
I’m not sure how to end this still, but I think I’m okay with being-
Yours,
Reina
P.S. Is it weird that I REALLY like all the possessive growls?
P.S.S. Since you left me horny, I should do the same for you. I fantasize about what I would do to you often. Unbuttoning your shirt, seeing that muscled chest of yours, licking my way down. Pushing your jeans down and taking your hard cock in my mouth. I have a feeling you’re big down there. Am I right? Anyway, in my imagination your dick is perfect and I almost gag on your girth. But when you come, I swallow it all down. While you moan and pull my hair. There’s something so damn sexy about being on my knees to pleasure you. Okay, I’ll leave you with that. Try to get some work done now and not concentrate on the hard-on you have (insert sexy smirk here). Miss you, soldier boy.
I glance around, wondering if anyone is aware that I have a massive boner right now. I squirm on my narrow chair and discreetly place my palm over my uniform pants.
Reina. You little minx. You’re going to be the death of me.
“What’s the goofy grin for, Richards? These mashed potatoes aren’t that good. Barely edible, really.” Diaz scowls down at his plate and I chuckle.
“Nothing. Thinking about something else entirely, dude.” I keep the letter under the table, turning it over in my hands until I get up to leave. By then, I’ve thought of everything to get my dick to lay down. The sight of Diaz’s open mouth with food in it while he laughs really did the trick finally.
Reina, princess, you’re in so much trouble.
Chapter 12
Word porn is fucking hot. -Reina
Reina
The next time I get a letter I make sure to take the proper precautions. I go out at dusk, when it’s not busy on the quad and I can sit without worries that will have any idea of my inappropriate thoughts. I still rip into that letter like it’s my last meal and I’m a starving woman. I can’t wait to read his words.
Dear Reina,
FUUUUCK. Okay, so I know I fired the first shot with the dirty talk, but you just launched a nuclear weapon. How the hell did you get so good at dirty talk? Scratch that. I don’t want to know (insert possessive growl).
Don’t worry too much about me, sweetheart. I’m staying safe. I’m going to come back to you in one piece so you can do all the things you talked about in your letter.
As far as what I want out of my Army career, I’m not sure. My goal in getting in was to have enough money to help Mom buy a house and to get my degree. I helped Mom buy a house a couple of years ago. I hope to use the GI bill to help me get a degree in computer programming after I get out. I’ve been thinking more and more about going into special ops, but itwould mean being gone a lot and I’ve suddenly found more reasons to be stateside (Hint, hint, you). So, we’ll see.
You shouldn’t admire me too much. There were a lot of times I was resentful of all that responsibility. Sometimes, it truly sucked. But Sophie was so little and when she looked up at me with those big blue eyes…I knew I just had to do my best. I could still be a dick to her. She’ll tell you that anytime, I’m sure.
I’m not perfect, sweetheart, and I’m sure you’re not either. Although, I’ve yet to find fault with you. I suppose that’s the thing about getting to know each other though, isn’t it? You find out the good, the bad, and the ugly and see if the other person’s faults are more than you can take. I can’t imagine you doing anything crazy to me, but I know it’s very hard for you to trust me. I get that. All we can do is take this one step at a time. Even though I would truly like to skip all the steps and make you fall for me as hard as I’ve fallen for you.
If it’s okay, I would like to call you. I convinced my sister to give me your phone number under the ruse that I needed it in case I couldn’t reach her or Liam. The truth is, I just want to hear your voice. I probably won’t be able to talk long, but I may be trying to call you soon. So, if you could answer any strange numbers, I would appreciate it. If you don’t, I guess I will understand. I don’t think I can properly beg through letters, but I’ll just say please. Please, Reina?
As always, I’m…
Yours,
-Brian
P.S. The things I would like to do to you, princess. I dream about the taste of you. Because I know you would be sweet. Getting my mouth on that sweet pussy of yours and feeling your wetness coat my face…fuck. There could be almostnothing better except finally being inside of you. Thrusting in and out until I make both of us come so hard we see stars.
P.P.S. I’m no porn star, but I have girth. And that’s all I’m saying about that. (Insert blush here)
