Commander Michael Wilson has poured his heart and soul into serving his country, at a great cost to his family. Now he is at the top of a secret government operation of the best soldiers. But heavy is the head that wears the crown. All he has left i...
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Cammy has been silent the whole drive back to her place. I wish I wasn't leaving so soon either, but shouldn't we enjoy the time we have left together? I feel like there's something she isn't telling me.
"I should shower." Cammy says quietly, her back to me as she turns towards her bedroom
"Sounds like a good idea." I reply playfully as I follow after her. She's silent as she stands in front of the mirror and ties up her hair in a loose knot
"Cammy." I say softly as our eyes meet in the reflection, she almost looks like she wants to cry, I need to know what's going on in her head so I can fix it.
"Talk to me." I say as I step up behind her, my arm wrapping around her bare waist. I press my lips where her neck and shoulder connect, feathering gentle kisses over her soft skin and she sighs as she tilts her head to the side to give me more room.
She turns in my hold and wraps her arms around my shoulders, her fingers sliding up my neck and into my hair as she pulls me in to kiss me. I could easily lift her onto the bathroom counter and take her right here, but it's obvious we need to talk before I leave in the morning.
"Cammy." I bark a little harsher than I intended.
"What is going on in that head of yours?" I ask as she looks up at me
"I.... I'm..." her words falter, but I keep eye contact and give her time to get there
"I'm falling for you." She whispers, almost scared to admit it
"I'm falling for you too Cammy, hard. I've never felt this way about anyone before." I reply, she smiles before pressing her lips to mine, but we're not done yet.
"But you're... and I know you're not, I just can't help it." She stumbles looking down taking a deep breath
"I just couldn't take history repeating itself." She mumbles and finally it makes sense
"I'm not Garrison Cammy." I sigh as I hook my finger under her chin, lifting gently to get her to look back up at me
"I can't get you out of my head when I'm not with you, you're the only woman I want Cammy. I know we haven't put a label on our relationship yet but... you know what? Turn around." I order and she spins back around. I wrap my arms around her and undo the button on her shorts, slipping my hand inside her panties to cup her
"This pussy, that drives me fucking crazy, that tastes incredible and grips my dick to the point I explode is mine and no one else touches what's mine, you hear me?" I growl, I can see she's shocked by my tone but she nods. I use my free hand to take one of hers and guide it behind her to feel the bulge in my jeans
"This cock, that you ride like a fucking pro, that you take so fucking perfectly, that's constantly so hard it's almost painful whenever you're around, it's yours Cammy, I own you and you own me so get any of those fucking thoughts out of your head." I explain just as harshly
