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the military
infantry, he had spent time training and getting into prime physical condition.
When they had to run, he had to run.
                Knowing how close to death he had
been, what he had witnessed, those that were lost, he considered it a privilege
to be this close to a woman when he knew so many of them would never get a
chance again.
                “I’m sorry,” he whispered against
her temple as they stood under the spray of the shower. The warm water flowed
smoothly from the oversized shower heads.
                “Me too.” She turned to face him.
She stroked his beard and the water droplets that had gathered there. Shay
didn’t seem to mind the beard. Some women outright refused to get near him
because of it. He knew that was part of the reason he kept it. He had cleaned
it up for the wedding, but it was still full. “How long have you had this
thing?”
                He laughed. “Longer than I’ve owned
cars.”
                “I like it,” she said and it
surprised him. “I guess you’ve been committed to it for a while now.”
                He hadn’t really thought of it that
way.
                “I mean I cut my hair, let it grow.
Color it, change it back.” She let her hand slide down and over his throat and
onto his chest. “But all those changes were just ways for me to keep hiding
from myself.”
                “You’re not hiding now?”
                “No.” She slid her hands lower and
bent over to meet the grip she had on his dick with her lips.
                He really wanted to know more about
her. He hadn’t intended to be interested beyond her body, but he was.
Unfortunately, with her lips around his dick, there was no way he could think
of anything but the feel of her warm mouth and soft tongue as she teased the
underside of the head on his penis.
                “Wow, I forgot what that was
like.”   He pulled her long brown hair
with honey highlights in it up and out of her way. “Oh my, oh, that’s it. Your
mouth is amazing. Damn!”      
                She had her way with him and all too
easily he was ready to spend. She must have realized because she let him go,
took a step back and said, “What do you want me to do?”
                He blinked several times as his
brain tried to register clear thoughts much less form words.
                She smiled. Her green eyes were
brilliant and full of mischief. She leaned back over and finished the job. He
was coming within moments. She didn’t shy away from the ejaculate. Instead, she
made him tremble and then stole his move. She stood, looked at him, and wiped
her mouth with the back of her hand.
                He stood there trying to regain his
breath, the strength of his legs, and the ability to form words again.
                “Jed.” She tilted her head and a
sincere expression made her look innocent, soft, and vulnerable. The shower was
the last place he thought he would be having such a deep conversation, but he
expression was sincere and thoughtful as she said, “I just want to say thank
you for tonight. I mean, I don’t want to forget to say I had a great time”
                She stepped out of the shower and
closed the door. He gathered his wits and finally turned off the water, opened
the door, grabbed a towel, and watched her as she was brushing her hair with
his hairbrush.
                “I hope you don’t mind.”
                “Not at all.” It was just a
hairbrush, but the sight of her using it, standing in the bathroom with him, sharing
something this intimate stole his breath. He watched her braid the long locks
and secure them with one of the ties that had been holding it up earlier. She
tossed the braid over her shoulder and looked at him.
                “You’re tired.” She adjusted