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  “Take a deep breath,” I ordered. “It’s okay.”

  She was already shaking her head.

  “No, it’s not,” she disagreed. “It’s not okay, even if you think it is. That was the worst attitude ever.”

  I grinned and pulled her into my chest, nuzzling my head against her face.

  She calmed down almost immediately.

  “’Scuse me, sir.”

  I looked down and over at a young man that was dressed in a ‘Go Army’ shirt.

  He was about fourteen or fifteen and looked like he was a Boy Scout of some sort based on the pants and the loose hanging shirt that was over his Go Army shirt.

  “Yeah?” I asked.

  He gestured to the popcorn cans.

  “Would you like to buy some popcorn?” he asked, his eyes on my eyes and not my scars.

  “We’ll buy two,” Frankie declared upon seeing him not acting weird. After squeezing my hand, she let me go and then walked over to the table I was unaware of stopping in front of. “How much are they?”

  “Umm,” the kid said upon seeing the beautiful Frankie give him her full attention. “They’re f-forty-five for the collector’s tins. Sixty-five for the box of bags of popcorn. Thirty-five for one giant-sized bag, and then twenty for the grab-sized bag.”

  “Shewwww,” I whistled under my breath. “That’s a hefty price tag for popcorn, kid.”

  He was already nodding his understanding.

  “I agree.” He pointed at a box set up in the middle of Walmart’s main floor. “That white cheddar popcorn right there is like, ten times better than our white cheddar. And about a fraction of the cost. But, I’m forced to sell this stuff so that I can have my scout trips paid for. My dad’s not in the picture anymore, and I had to beg my mom to do it. And this is one of the ways that will help pay.”

  That was a lot of information all in one sentence.

  “All right,” Frankie whipped out her wallet. “I have enough cash to buy two of the small grab bags.”

  I pulled out my wallet, too, and handed the boy a twenty.

  “Give us what we can get for that cash,” I ordered.

  The kid was scrambling, and handed us our wares, then held out the last five dollars that wouldn’t cover anything.

  I gestured for him to put it into his donation box.

  “Put it in there, kid,” I ordered.

  The kid stuffed it into his box.

  “T-thank you,” he said, swallowing hard. “Thank you for your service.”

  My eyes met the kid’s who still hadn’t looked away.

  “How’d you know I was in the service?” I wondered.

  He shrugged.

  “You walk like a… you walk like my dad used to,” he said quietly. “Like there’s a threat around every corner. Like you’re anticipating something bad is going to happen at any second.”

  Frankie laughed then, breaking the tension.

  “You pegged him,” Frankie replied joyfully. “Thank you for my popcorn, kind sir.”

  The kid blushed all over again. “You’re welcome, ma’am.”

  With that, we walked toward the checkout with our nearly two whole buggies of food and crap that we probably didn’t need.

  Including a metal detector.

  After swiping my temporary pre-paid card for all the shit that we didn’t need, it finally occurred to me that my parents might be able to see the changes that was supposed to be occurring with my bank account.

  According to Tim and the commander, I’d be paid for two years of service here in the next couple of days.

  When I said as much to Frankie, she shook her head.

  “Don’t worry about that,” she said. “When you asked me to marry you, and right before you left, you and I got a joint account. All of your money is still there, in our savings.”

  I pulled her to me and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

  “You could’ve used some of that money to help with the down payment on the house,” I pointed out.

  She nodded.

  “I could have, yes,” she agreed. “But you weren’t here to say yes or no, and I didn’t want to be that woman that took advantage of her soldier fiancée that was out on deployment.”

  “There are definitely different types of people in this world,” I said as I let her go so she could push one of the carts. “And you’re not the type to ever take advantage, baby.”

  ***

  “Look!” she cried, coming out of the water with a beaming smile on her face.

  I looked at the ugly, discolored ring, and grinned right back.

  How could I not?

  “Add it to your pile, baby,” I laughed.

  We were on the beach.

  Well, I was on the beach.

  Frankie was in the water scooping up sand with her basket and using her metal detector to find things under the sand.

  “It was a good idea to come down here,” she suggested, gesturing to the much busier section of beach. “With it being a public beach, and seeing hundreds of people a day, there’s way more potential to lose things.”

  That’d been what I told her when she hadn’t found anything in our section of the private beach.

  In the hour that she’d been searching here, she’d found not only a ring, but one diamond earring, two bracelets that looked to be rather fake, and a set of keys.

  After another ten minutes of searching, Frankie finally joined me in the private beach cabana-type thing that we’d rented for the next couple of hours.

  After realizing that she truly was enjoying herself, I’d walked up to one of the popular hotels and asked how much to rent an umbrella.

  He’d pointed to a cabana-like thing and said it was much cheaper.

  And they would move it wherever I wanted it moved as long as it stayed out of the water.

  It was a great eighty bucks well spent.

  And it came with free drinks once every thirty minutes.

  She picked up the ice-cold Dr. Pepper that I’d ordered for her and took a deep sip.

  “Ahhh, burns so good,” she said as she twisted the lid back on. “How did you know that I liked Dr. Pepper when I’m hot? I’ve only been ordering Coca-Colas around you.”

  I opened my mouth to say ‘I didn’t’ but closed it.

  “I don’t know,” I admitted. “He asked, read out all the drinks, and then I just chose that one. It sounded right.”

  She took another deep swallow, and I watched as a bead of water slid down from her chin, between her sweet little breasts, to settle in the material that was bunched around her belly.

  She was in a two-piece number the likes of which I’d never seen before.

  The bottoms came all the way up to mid-navel, and the top was a standard size bikini with fringe that came mid-way down her belly.

  She was covered but… not.

  And it was driving me wild.

  All the hints of skin that she kept giving me were like little bites of cookie. They looked good, but they weren’t enough.

  “Well thank you,” she said. “Did he say when he was going to be back?”

  She eyed the sides of the cabana we were in.

  Really it was just a tent around two lounge chairs. The sides opened up or closed depending on how you wanted them.

  “I would guess he’ll be here in about twenty-five minutes or so,” I answered.

  Since I had gotten plenty of odd comments here and there from beachgoers, I’d closed the tent sides up until all you could see was out the front through a small gap.

  A small gap that Frankie was now closing.

  “What are you…”

  The illumination from the crack that she’d left was enough to see her walking toward me, a sway in her step.

  I went from curious to what she was doing to hard and ready to go on the ride she was leading in about two seconds flat.

  “You came out of the water earlier,” she murm
ured. “And those wet shorts were all bunched up around your cock.” She licked her lips as she slowly slid her hand over her wet chest. “And all I could think about was coming over here and pushing your trunks down and doing exactly this.”

  She sat on me, her body feeling like a cool brand against my skin.

  Chapter 14

  Adios bitchachos.

  -Text from Frankie to her dad

  Frankie

  I wasn’t sure what came over me.

  One second I was showing Luca my spoils of war, watching him get excited over a stupid earring that looked to be older than dirt and nothing very special.

  I saw his face, watched it light up each time I came up with a piece of metal, a crab or hell, even a rock.

  And every single time I came out of the water, his eyes were on me.

  Never once did he take his eyes off me.

  Each time I watched him smile, I started feeling more and more and more.

  Then his eyes started to wander.

  They started just roving over my face.

  Then he started to get even more daring, his eyes going from my neck, then farther to my breasts.

  At first, I was just thinking about how sweet it was that he was staring at me with such intensity.

  Then I started to think about this morning, and how good everything had felt.

  I could still feel the weird tingling between my legs, and how not necessarily that it was pain that I was feeling, but more a feeling of being well used.

  The perception was a downright turn on, and the more I thought about it, the more I decided that I needed to do something about it.

  Between one dive and the next, he’d leaned forward in the lounger. His abs had been on display, his elbows on his knees, and only his face had been in the sun.

  The sun had been shining in his colorless gray eyes and I could see the love and devotion on his face.

  And it’d just hit me.

  I had to have the man.

  I didn’t care that we were in the middle of a public beach.

  I didn’t care that we could be caught.

  I also didn’t care about the way it would look if we closed all our blinds.

  All I cared about was him—and having him inside of me.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, his hands going to my hips.

  I ran my hand down the length of his neck, my fingertips skimming over a particularly thick scar.

  “I’m being bad,” I admitted. “I’m thinking that I want you.”

  “You’re thinking?” he asked, his cock starting to lengthen underneath me.

  I grinned and pressed a kiss to his brow.

  “Thinking might’ve been the wrong word,” I admitted. “More like know.”

  “You know you want to be bad? Or you know that you want me?” he wondered.

  I skimmed my lips over his closed eyelids.

  “I’m knowing that I want you and that I want to be bad,” I murmured. “Now shut up and let me kiss you.”

  I felt him smile, felt my lips skim against his teeth.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he rumbled.

  I licked his upper lip, and his hands clenched on my ass.

  I pressed myself even deeper into him, loving the way he felt between my legs.

  He felt so hard. So perfect. So thick.

  I rotated my hips upward, moaning when my clit came into contact with his hard dick.

  One of his hands skimmed up my back, running along the length of my spine.

  I bent forward and bit the tip of his ear, making his cock jerk.

  “Unlatch my top,” I whispered.

  His fingers moved to the back of my top, then unbuttoned them with ridiculous ease.

  “That took me five minutes to get into earlier.” I huffed a laugh against his ear, skimming my lips from his ear all the way to his nose.

  His hands clenched on my ribcage, his thumb coming up to sweep against the underside of my breast.

  His chest rumbled when I started to rock against him faster.

  “You need to lose your pants,” I ordered, going up on my knees to give him room to maneuver.

  When his cock popped free of his tight, still slightly damp swim shorts, I nearly moaned.

  Earlier I hadn’t gotten a chance to really look at him.

  I’d been too embarrassed.

  But I was reckless, wanton Francesca right now.

  I was Wonder Woman and Thor and Captain America all rolled into one.

  I could look at a cock without blushing.

  Kind of.

  Honestly, it was probably a good thing that the light in the tent was on the lower side because my face was lit with fire as I looked at his cock for the first time in a very long time. For the first time that wasn’t in the back of a car, in the dark, or secretly somewhere where anybody might catch us.

  It was big.

  And when I say big, I mean big.

  Like, I wouldn’t be fitting that bad boy in my mouth—ever.

  I mean, I could fit the head, and possibly a bit more of his shaft, but if he shoved that massive thing down my throat and I choked on it? I’d probably die.

  “You’re staring,” he said, one of his hands going to my hair to curl the wet locks around his fist.

  I ran my hand down the length of his chest, coming to a stop where his pubic hair started to mingle with the hair on his belly.

  “I was thinking that deep-throating you is probably never going to happen,” I admitted as I slowly started to sink down the lounger.

  His breath caught in his throat, and his hand tightened in my hair.

  He didn’t stop me from moving until I was between his legs and my mouth was inches from his cock, though.

  No, he just watched and waited.

  I smiled up at him as I descended the rest of the way, not stopping until my lips were against the head of his cock.

  “This never happened either,” I admitted. “You were my little chastity belt,” I told him. “Always stopping us before we could go too far.”

  He caught his cock at the base and then began to run the tip over my lips.

  When my tongue poked out to lick my lips, I tasted the salty essence of his pre-cum where he left it behind.

  He growled when he saw me licking it up.

  Things moved much faster after that.

  Seeing that I was so into what we were doing, he got greedy and pulled me up to his chest, my breasts plastering against his once-ravaged skin.

  “Your bottoms need to come off,” he growled against my lips.

  I didn’t bother taking them off.

  I reached down, moved them to the side, and ran my slit up and down the length of his cock.

  He hissed at the wet heat he felt there, his hands clenching tight on my rib cage to help guide my movements.

  On one such pass, his cock head caught the lip of my entrance and became stuck inside.

  Before I could so much as back up, he was lifting up and slamming inside of me so hard that I saw stars.

  Not the bad kind of stars, either. The good ones. The ones that would hopefully never leave me.

  “Ohh,” I moaned. “Luca, I…”

  His hand came down over my face, covering me from ear to ear with his palm.

  “There are people out there, baby,” he whispered roughly into my ear. “If they hear, they might call the cops.”

  I shivered deliciously at the idea of getting caught, and he started to laugh.

  “Why doesn’t it surprise me that the idea of that turns you on?” he asked. “You want to get caught? You want them seeing me fucking you? Filling you full of my cock?”

  My breath hitched, and he caught it.

  “You do,” he growled. “You want them to know I’m fucking you, don’t you?”

  Looking into his glittering eyes, I nodded my head.

  I wanted the entire freakin’ world to know that he w
as mine. I wanted them to see that I was his, too. That he was the absolute center of my world.

  It pricked some possessive gene inside of me, reminding me that he wasn’t quite mine—yet.

  Them seeing us together, though? That would very well make my life easier.

  It was too bad this wasn’t Kilgore, Texas instead of Destin, Florida.

  There were plenty of people back home that needed to know exactly what this man was to me.

  “So, should I let you be loud?” he rasped, his mouth traveling over my eyes as he bucked his hips.

  I whimpered, feeling the impending orgasm come on like a slow roll.

  Not quite there, but it had the potential to steal the breath right out of my chest.

  “I should,” he fucked up into me harder, his cock hitting so deep that I almost felt pain instead of pleasure.

  It was such a fine line that I couldn’t figure out whether I liked it or not. But the thing was, my orgasm was building and building and building. The likes of which I’d never once experienced before.

  I’d given myself plenty of orgasms. I wasn’t a monk. I had a vibrator.

  And Luca had given me his fair share with his fingers.

  Not to mention the previous night where he’d taken my virginity had rocked my world.

  But Jesus Christ.

  The feeling that was slowly overtaking my ability to think coherently.

  Yeah, that was something that I’d never felt before.

  I was building.

  It was the fear of being caught, laced with the edge of almost pain, paired with just the simple fact that this was Luca that did it.

  In between one breath and the next, my body just… imploded.

  From the inside out it started.

  Tiny little starbursts of elation and glee rolled through me.

  A burst of pleasure started in my vagina and exploded outward.

  Tiny goosebumps raced from my navel to my throat.

  My nipples pebbled into the hardest peaks I’d ever felt. Paired with them rubbing deliciously over the ridged scars on Luca’s chest? Yeah, I was just broken. Utterly and figuratively broken.

  “Knock, knock!” a cheerful voice called out. “Do you need a refill on any drinks?”

  The cabana boy, Richard, was back.

  My orgasm skyrocketed to levels that I’d never even imagined.

  The idea of him being on the other side of the flimsy material that covered the tent we were fucking inside made me want to scream.