Charlotte Chronicles Part XLVIX

October 11, 2014  | Charlotte Chronicles  | (0)

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Nathan

We lie together in silence, reveling in the closeness and the mere act of holding each other. I can’t sleep but I suspect she dozes off. The thump of her heart under my hand slows and her breathing evens out. I’m too wired to sleep, too excited that she’s here in my place. There are no parents to worry about. No sickness that will separate us.

I’m content for the first time in a very long while.

She rouses later as dusk sets in. The phone on my nightstand has vibrated several times. I glanced at the screen once or twice to read the onslaught of crude texts and pictures that the assholes think are going to get me out of bed and into Flannery’s. I’ll go if she wants but I’d be fine with lying here all night and for the rest of my leave.

“Should we go?” she asks sleepily, turning onto her back. She stretches her arms above her head and the sheet drops down to reveal the tops of her breasts. I nudge the navy blue fabric down further to cup her fullness and tweak the quickly hardening nipple. “Again?” she asks, looking amused.

I dip my head and take the other nipple into my mouth so it doesn’t feel ignored. Having a mouth full of tit makes it hard to answer. I just nod.

“My spirit is willing but my body has to use the bathroom.” She taps my shoulder and when I don’t immediately release her, thumps me with a closed fist. Regretfully I release my prizes go but am gratified to see her buds are tight and dark from my attentions. The sight of them make me dive toward her but she eludes me and scampers into the bathroom down the hall.

Tucking my hands behind my head, I strain to listen for her activity. She spends a long time in the bathroom and then when the door opens, she doesn’t immediately return. The sounds from the living room indicate she is moving around. The remote is picked up and placed back down. The refrigerator door opens and my empty stomach grumbles in response.
Her footsteps become louder as she approaches.

“Why is your place so soulless?”

I rise to my elbows. She’s wearing a t-shirt that she must have found in the bathroom. I probably discarded it this morning when I was dressing. Her bare legs stick out from underneath and it hides every curve but I still love seeing her in it.

“Because you aren’t here.”

She snorts. “No really. You have no pictures up. The walls are white. The only decent pieces of furniture in here are your bed and your big television. I can’t imagine Aunt Grace didn’t want to decorate in here.”

Charlotte trails a hand along the barren wall as she moves around the room.

I squirm uncomfortably on the bed, recalling the fights I had with Mom about this place. “She’s never been here,” I confess.

“What?” Her head whips around.

“When my family comes they stay at a hotel. I go spend time with them. I fly back to Chicago. We stay at the North Shore house.” She continues to look confused. Throwing back the sheet, I push out of bed and in a stride pull her into my arms. “This isn’t my home, Charlotte. It’s just a place I sleep in between missions, training exercises, and when I’m not with my family.”

She shakes her head and laughs softly, although there’s no real humor in the sound. “God, Nate, you’re making me feel sorry for you.”

I try to lighten the mood. “You should feel sorry for me.” I bend down for her to kiss me. “So sorry that you’ll have to kiss me all over to make me feel better.”

She ducks away and avoids my mouth.

“Why did you punish yourself like this?” Her eyes spear mine and I’m caught off guard.

I start to mouth an immediate denial but then shut up. I hadn’t thought of it as punishment but as she says the word, I can’t deny it. At least in part, I had refused to allow myself to be comfortable and happy. I existed. But in another sense, I couldn’t see myself having a future without Charlotte so it didn’t make sense to do anything with the place I fed myself and rested my body. Since leaving her my life has always been off kilter. It was empty so I put no effort into creating something that would just be mockery of the real thing I could have but shunned.

“Well you can’t live like this,” she says wrapping her arms around me.
I press her body into mine with a hard arm wrapped around her shoulders and a firm hand at the small of her back. “When can you move to San Diego. We’ll buy a new place together.”

She stiffens under my grip. “Move to San Diego? My business is in Dallas.” She steps away from my embrace, frowns and pushes her hair out of her face. “How long do you plan to be a SEAL?”

Her question catches me flat footed. I drop to the side of the bed. “I don’t know. I’ve never given it any thought.”

“My business is just starting up. This is my third year. It’s a crucial time for me. I’m expanding my territories, hiring new employees. I fly all over the U.S. I’ve even got athletes overseas interested in my services along with major teams wanting to hire me to handle this transition work for them.” She thrusts her hand through her hair and begins to pace agitatedly.

“I’d quit the teams,” I hear myself say. These are words I never thought would come out of my mouth. Quit the teams? Guys hated quitting. They stayed in until a military disability kicked them out.

But the smile she returns is blinding. “Would you?”

I nod and am met with an armful of Charlotte. I grab her ass and let the momentum carry us to the mattress. My dick is hard by the time I’m horizontal. With a little maneuvering, I’m right at the entrance of her bare pussy. She’s not wearing anything at all under my shirt. I cup the back of her head with one hand and with more roughness than I’d intended, fuse our mouths together. She kisses me back without reservation. Between her legs I find that she’s ready for me, more than readyHer thighs are slick and it takes almost no effort to slide between her legs and arrow my cock inside her body.

“Nothing is more important that being with you. We want to have kids and raise them together, like our parents raised us. We’re a unit.” I grunt each word in her ear as I shove my hips upward. She cries out at the penetration. I’m abrupt because I want to stop talking about the things that could keep us apart and focus on what makes it right for us to be together. She gets the message when I slam my mouth against hers and kiss with her every ounce of need and want in me.

We touch each other feverishly. Our fucking is frenetic and soon we’re both coming. Exhausted I lie back. My legs are still dangling over the edge of the bed and the hair around her forehead is wet from sweat. Maybe hers, maybe mine. My heart is racing like a freight train and I’m not sure whether it’s fear or passion with its heavy foot on the throttle.

Quietly, I tell her. “There are two SEAL operations, one on the East Coast and another on the West Coast. I’m stationed here in San Diego. There’s been some sniffing around by the higher ups to see if I want to move to another team.”

“Another SEAL team?”

She shifts and my dick slips out of her. A stream of come follows and it wets her pussy, her thighs and down my leg. I want to cup my hand around her cunt and press all my sperm inside her so she’s pregnant with my kid. If she’s pregnant, she can’t every leave me. These thoughts are sick and wrong, but I’m not going to deny their truth. I’m tying myself to her with everything I’ve got no matter how wrong it is.

“Like a joint team such as DEVGRU or JSOC. They’re a bunch of badasses from all different branches.”

“How do you get picked for that?”

I laugh lightly because she won’t believe it. I could hardly believe it myself when I was told. “Apparently they put your picture up on a wall and people write on it whether they think you’d be a good candidate.”

“Like some fraternity?” She shakes her head in disbelief. The corners of her eyes crinkle in amusement. “Or SEAL Facebook? Like me a thousand times so I can go to the next level?”

“Yeah, it’s very scientific.”

We both laugh and I’m relieved as if we’ve conquered our first mountain together.

“And if you did something like that where would you be stationed?”

“I’m not going to do that.”

“But for the sake of argument?”

I shrug and her whole body moves with mine. “Probably Virginia.”

“Not Dallas. Not Chicago.”

“No.”

She’s silent for a long time and doubt begins to creep back in but when she speaks it’s about another fucking awful subject.  “You know whose heart we’re going to break?”

“Nick’s.” Baby brother needs to hear from me what’s going on.

“Yes.” She sighs and gets up. “Ugh I need to go to the bathroom.”

I eye her legs and the streaks of white on the insides of her thighs. “Don’t wash up on my account,” I murmur.

“Seriously Nate?”

“As a heart attack.” I can’t look away. My come all over her legs is about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I want to take a picture of that, carry it in my sack and pull it out whenever I need to spank it on a mission…except I won’t be going on missions anymore. I push down the anxiety that thought stirs up.

“I’ll call him.”

She taps her mouth in contemplation and then nods, “I’ll make us some dinner.”

“Sure. I have about five ingredients in the refrigerator and two of them are liquid. Good luck.”

She flips me off as she exits. I pick up the phone, take a deep breath and dial. Nick picks upon the second ring.

“Big bro. You close the deal?”

“How was practice today?” I ask, avoiding his question.

“I only spent one hour in the cold bath so that’s a win.”

I frown. “Thought you were doing no touch practice with no pads.”

“Rookie clipped me.”

“Did you cut him?” The health of a starting quarterback is the foundation of every successful football team. Whenever I’ve watched Nick practice, which wasn’t often and sometimes only via videos I could find on his team’s web page, he was wearing a red pinnie that designated him as off limits.

Nick laughs. “No but he got an ass chewing from everyone from the coach to the kicker. You know it’s bad when the punter chews your ass. He’s feeling a little raw.”

“Harsh, man.” Then without any more preamble, I blurted out, “I asked her to marry me.”

Without skipping a beat, he retorts, “Are you calling me to cry about her saying no?”

“She said yes.”

There’s a long silence on the other end of the phone. Finally he exhales. “You’re going to take her away from me.”

It’s resignation not hurt that I hear. He could be hiding it but I don’t think so. We’re too close. He always knew I loved Charlotte even when I stayed away. He just didn’t understand it. “Only for a short while. I’m going to leave the teams as soon as I can. I’ll put in for separation. It’ll take maybe six months at the longest.

“What the hell man? You left for nine years because you wanted to be a SEAL and now you’re saying you’ll just up and quit? That sounds like a fucking terrible idea. What happens a year from now when you’re sitting in some suburban home looking at your stupid ass neighbors arguing about whose lawn is nicer? You’ll want to shoot yourself in the foot and you’ll start taking it out on Charlotte.”

I don’t like what I’m hearing but it’s only because he’s voicing what I’m too chickenshit to acknowledge. “What’s this all about Nick?”

His retort is hard edged. He’s speaking to me man to man and as much as I hate what’s coming out of his mouth, I swell with pride at his protectiveness over my girl.  “I love Charlotte like a sister. Never loved her any other way but she’s my best friend and other than the time I went to Notre Dame, we’ve been damn near inseparable. You’re taking my best friend away from me and you’re talking about shoving your dream under your bed like it’s an old shoe you don’t like anymore. I’ve spent a long time watching you hurt Charlotte and it’ll kill me if you do it again.”

“I know.” I can’t say more because my heart’s in my throat.

His voice is lower, hoarser because it pains him too. “I kept her safe for you. Watched over her like you asked me too.”

My head’s full of emotion too. “I know,” I choke out. “I couldn’t ask for a better brother or a better friend.”

A noise at the doorway catches me attention. I jerk toward it and see Charlotte there, still wearing my t-shirt. Her eyes are big and watery but she yells out, “I’m still going to be at all your games, you asshole, so you better play good this year. And don’t get sacked. I hate that. You hold on to the ball way too long.”

Nick bursts out laughing and then I do too. It’s going to be okay, I think. By the time I hang up, I’ve got myself convinced that I’m not even lying.
Mostly.