Come Back To Me Page 17

  “God, did I ever. You were a hell raiser back in the day.” She rolled her eyes. “I had to keep an eye on you.”

  Strip It Down—Luke Bryan

  Bryce leaned up against the bedroom doorframe with his hands in his pockets, feet crossed at the ankles, watching Lacey as she slipped off her shoes. He felt like the whole night had been an adventure in foreplay. For whatever reason, he was on high alert; attuned to Lacey’s every move.

  He didn’t miss the telltale way she wiggled in her seat when he’d run his fingers over her shoulders or at her hairline. Or the looks she had been passing him all night. The sexiness was rolling off her in waves, even in her conservative outfit.

  His wife looked hot as fuck. And he was thoroughly enjoying watching her move gracefully around the bedroom, undoing all the work she’d put into her appearance tonight.

  “Dinner went well.”

  “It did. Lee and Christine are a fun couple. More than what I expected, that’s for sure,” Lacey said as she removed her earrings, laying them on the vanity in front of her.

  Bryce moved to stand behind her, his hands gently rubbing the back of her neck before he undid the clasp on her necklace.

  “Thank you.” Her voice came out in a whisper.

  He leaned down and brushed her hair behind her ear, kissing the side of her neck, “You’re welcome.” Lacey’s head fell to the side as she let out a soft moan. Bryce’s hands slipped under the collar of her shirt and trailed down the front to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh while he continued kissing and nipping at her skin. “Why don’t you slip out of these clothes,” he whispered in her ear, sending a shiver up her spine.

  “Probably a good idea,” she mumbled.

  Suddenly, Bryce’s hands stopped moving, and he slipped away from her. “Get to it,” he commanded as he reached for the buttons on his own shirt.

  “You’re an ass, Bryce,” she teased as she reached for the hem of her own shirt. “Maybe I wanted you to do the honors?”

  His shirt was already untucked and he was nearly finished with the buttons. “If I do the honors, they’ll be shredded on the floor,” he said, as his hand moved to his belt buckle. The clank of metal, the hiss of his zipper, and in one swoop, his pants were on the floor, right along with his black boxer briefs. He was standing before her now with his cock jutting out, begging for attention.

  She was still way overdressed.

  “Naked, Lacey, now.” His resolve was wearing thin already, thanks to the lustful look she was giving him.

  “Hmm.” He watched her eyes twinkle with mischief. “I think you should climb up on the bed and watch me.” She winked at him.

  Oh, this is how she thought this was going down tonight? Ok. He’d give her this. Only for the time being, though, because he wanted to see just where Lacey thought this was headed. He didn’t submit to her often, but sometimes it was fun to let her run the show.

  He peeled the blankets back and made himself comfortable, propped up on the dozens of pillows on their bed, and watched with one hand behind his head, the other wrapped around his cock. “All right Lacey, do your worst,” he coaxed.

  And she did. The little minx undressed as slowly as humanly possible, while torturing him in the process. His cock was weeping by the time she’d finally stripped down to her black lace bra and panties that did absolutely nothing to hide her own arousal. He waited and watched, as she stood at the foot of the bed with her hands behind her back, as if she was going to take her bra off next.

  Except she didn’t.

  Instead, she dropped her arms and crawled up the bed toward his cock, her skin barely feathering his as she went. She paused and looked up at him for just a moment before she ran her tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock.

  His hips flexed and arched forward as her tongue rounded the head of his dick, like she was licking an ice cream cone. Then, she started all over again. Root to tip.

  Bryce blew out a curse, tangling her shorter hair in his hands, trying to guide her right to where he needed her most. “Goddamn, you’re a fucking tease, Lacey.”

  He could have sworn he heard her giggle, but it was hard to focus on anything, with all the blood in his body currently rushing south. When she finally took the head of his cock in her mouth, he tossed his head back and counted to ten, praying like hell he wouldn’t explode yet.

  First, her pace was slow and torturous, but soon he was fucking her mouth, while she took everything he was giving. One hand fondled his balls while her other pumped him up and down in time with her mouth. Fuck, he needed to decide, quickly, if he was pulling away from her or going to let her suck him dry. It was a tough call to make, especially when her lips wrapped around him felt like heaven. But he wanted to be buried balls deep in her pussy when he came.

  He tried tugging her off, but she was having none of it. “Lacey, I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”

  Her answer was to suck harder.

  “Fucking woman. I want inside your pussy when I explode.” Still, she ignored him, doubling her efforts. It was no use. He could feel the tingle at the base of his spine, his balls tightened, and he knew he was a goner. “Ah fuck, Lacey. Yes, yes, yes!” He let out a grunt as hot jets of his cum spurted into her mouth, and he could feel her swallow all he had to offer. “Goddamn.” He pumped his hips up toward her mouth one more time, and she released him with a pop.

  He watched her from under his heavy gaze as she sat back on her heels and smiled at him, obviously proud of herself.

  “Payback’s a bitch, Lacey,” he growled as he sat up, quickly grabbing her around the waist and rolling them both over so that he was settled between her legs this time. He watched the rise and fall of her chest as she anticipated what he was going to do next. “I warned you, if I had to undress you, your clothes would be shredded on the floor.” His hand went between her legs, cupping her sex. Then his fingers tightened and the tiny scrap of fabric she liked to call a thong was gone. Tossed over his shoulder, just before he trailed his hands up and down her legs, across her hips; close but never touching her wet center.

  She wiggled and he smiled to himself. Payback indeed. But first, the bra needed to go too. He needed his hands on her tits before he devoured her pussy.

  He slid his arms under her and coaxed her up, just enough to unhook her bra before tossing it to the side too. Then his mouth was on her, his thumb pinching one nipple while he sucked the other. Her moans of pleasure had his cock hardening again. Good to know that he was still with the program.

  Working a trail of kisses down her body, Bryce reached her pussy and blew out a gentle breath on her heat, making Lacey wiggle again. He splayed one hand across her stomach to hold her body still, while the other parted her lips so he could have a taste.

  “Oh God.”

  Bryce inserted a finger inside her as he lapped at her clit. She struggled against him, no doubt trying to increase the friction and get him right where she wanted him, but she’d have to wait. He was going to give just as good as she had.

  She was already primed and ready, so it didn’t take long for her orgasm to take over. As soon as she exploded on his tongue, Bryce pulled back and grabbed his cock. Lining it up with her entrance, he pushed inside her, prolonging her pleasure. Lacey moaned and writhed below him, her legs wrapping around his hips, in an attempt to make him move. With his arms on either side of her, he looked down and smiled.

  “Still proud of yourself for your little stunt?” he teased, leaning down to kiss her lips.

  “Goddamn it, Bryce,” she protested.

  “What is it, Lacey? Tell me what you want, baby girl.” He flexed his hips just enough to taunt her.

  “You are so frustrating,” she grumbled and tugged him closer. “Please fuck me.”

  “Like this?” He moved slowly until his cock was nearly out, then glided back in. Lacey’s hips rose to meet his and she sighed. “Is that what you want, Lacey? You want me to make love to you, fucking you with my cock so slowly that you
can feel every inch of me slipping in and out of you?”

  “Hmmm. Ohhh.”

  “Is that all you have to say, Lacey? Hmmm?” Bryce nipped at her ear. “Or do you want me to fuck you harder.” He thrusted his hips into her, making her tits bounce. “Tell me what you want, Lacey. I can keep doing this all night.” He slowed his pace again.

  “Fuck me, harder. Make me come again.”

  Bryce grinned and kissed her lips before giving them both what they wanted.

  The Other Little Soldier—Josh Gracin

  General Allen flipped the page and read Bryce’s notes. “This looks like a solid plan. You’ve done your homework, that’s for sure.”

  Bryce’s cell phone vibrated in his pocket again, for the third time in a row. Whoever it was, they were persistent. But it would have to wait. He was in a meeting with his CO about some plans he’d put together. There was no way he could just walk out and take a personal call.

  Usually, he didn’t even carry his personal cell phone on him, but with Lacey so close to her due date... Any time in the next week or so would be go time.

  The vibrating stopped again and Bryce continued with his presentation.

  Sergeant Gillis knocked on the door and stuck his head in. “Sorry to interrupt, General. Sergeant Major Matheson, I’ve got an emergency call on Line One for you. I told them you were in a meeting, but she insisted it was urgent and couldn’t wait.”

  Bryce sighed and ran a hand over his head. “I’m sorry, General. May I have a moment?”

  “Go ahead. I’ll continue reading while you take the phone call.”

  He nodded and stepped out of his office, using Sergeant Gillis’ phone to take the call. “Sergeant Major Matheson speaking.”

  “Bryce.” Lacey’s voice filled the line.

  “Everything ok?”

  “Yeah sure, just that…oh, you know…I’M IN LABOR! AND IT FUCKING HURTS!”

  He couldn’t help it; he laughed. She’d kill him when he got there, but his calm, cool, mostly collected wife was freaking out, and it was just a little bit funny to him.

  “You’ve got to get here. NOW! Bryce, this hurts so fucking bad.” Her voice cracked and he knew his girl was crying.

  Ok, so he was still an asshole. Who laughs when their wife is crying in pain? Shit.

  “Ok, ok. Stay calm. Where’s Tyler? Get him to take you to the hospital. I’ll meet you there.”

  Thank God Tyler had decided he needed to visit Germany and his best friend.

  “We’re already on the way. He was going to call you, but he’s freaking out.”

  Bryce heard Tyler’s voice in the background. “Get your ass to the hospital, Matheson! I do not want to see her twat, and I’m not catching your baby. You did this, you fix it!”

  His shoulders shook with laughter. “Tell Tyler not to get his panties in a wad. You’re going to have to let me hang up if you want me to meet you there.”

  “Hurry,” Lacey whimpered.

  “I will, baby. Hang on.” Bryce placed the phone on the receiver and ran his hands over his face. “Thanks, Gillis,” he acknowledged the soldier, before heading back in his General’s office.

  “Everything ok, Master Sergeant?”

  “My wife’s in labor, sir.”

  “Well shit. Better get your ass over to the hospital then. This can all wait, we’re ahead of schedule anyway.”

  Bryce continued to stand there. Stunned.

  “Matheson, get your ass out of here. Your wife’s having a baby!”

  Bryce shook his head. “Yes, right, sir.”

  “Ten days – we’ll see you when you get back. Get the hell out of here.”

  He didn’t need to be told again that time. Bryce grabbed his copy of the files, sprinted back to his office, and packed up, locking the door behind him on the way out.

  In his truck, he drove ninety down the highway, narrowly missing the exit for the hospital. As he turned off the main road, his cell phone rang again. It was a thirty-minute drive over to Landstuhl Medical Center on a good day.

  “Matheson.”

  “Dude, you better hurry the fuck up. They said she’s eight centimeters and almost ready to push. Where the fuck are you?” Tyler’s panicked voice filled the Bluetooth speakers.

  “In the parking lot, just pulled into a spot.” Bryce threw the truck in park. “You got a room number?”

  “403. Hurry up!”

  “On it.”

  He was in a full-on sprint to the hospital doors. The volunteer at the information desk pointed him to Labor and Delivery; he handed off his ID to the tech at the desk outside the doors labeled L&D, before busting in just in time to see Lacey wincing in pain.

  “About time, fucker. She missed the window for the epidural. You’re in for a real treat.”

  “Get out. I’ll come get you when the baby gets here.”

  “Ha, don’t worry – I don’t want to be here for this part.” Tyler disappeared as Bryce grabbed Lacey’s hand.

  “I’m here, babe. You’re doing so good.”

  “Fuck you, Bryce. I fucking hate you.”

  “You don’t, you’re just in pain. You’ll be ok.” He tried not to smirk.

  “I want this baby out.”

  “Soon,” Bryce reassured her.

  Two hours of pushing later, a loud cry rang out through the room. The doctor laid their newborn on Lacey’s stomach and a nurse put a blanket over their baby, wiping it down.

  “It’s a boy!” the doctor announced.

  Bryce hissed. A boy. He had a son. Leaning down, he kissed the top of Lacey’s head while he choked back tears. “A boy, babe. A little boy. Lord help us.” He offered up a silent prayer that his boy would be nothing like him.

  Lacey cried as she touched the top of their son’s head.

  Chatter continued around them while a nurse swooped up their boy and carried him over to a warmer. “Dad, do you want to cut the cord?”

  “Go with him,” Lacey urged.

  He stood over his son as a nurse handed him the clips. “Won’t this hurt?”

  The nurse laughed. “Not one bit. I promise he won’t feel it.”

  The cord cut, a diaper on his bottom, length, weight, a prick on the bottom of his foot, and then the little guy was swaddled in a blanket, in Bryce’s arms.

  He studied the little boy God had given them, who was still oblivious to the new world around him.

  “Take him over to Mom,” the nurse whispered, and gave Bryce a nudge.

  The room began to quiet down and equipment started to disappear.

  Lacey held out her arms and took their baby from him. “He’s so perfect.” She smiled and held him close. “He looks like you.”

  Bryce huffed. “Poor sucker.”

  “Does the little man have a name?” the nurse asked.

  “Bryce Tyler Matheson,” Lacey answered without hesitation. “We can call him BJ.” She looked at Bryce.

  His face lit up like a Christmas tree. Lacey didn’t want to know what they were having, so they had a small list of names that were contenders, but Bryce told her she could have the final say. Bryce wasn’t on the short list. It didn’t matter, though. Having his son carry his name had pride swelling in his chest.

  “You know he’s gonna be hell on wheels.” He shook his head in disbelief.

  “It’s a given.” She smiled back at him.

  “All right, Mommy, the little man needs to eat. Are you planning to bottle or breastfeed?”

  “I want to try to breastfeed.”

  Bryce stepped back out of the way as the nurse helped navigate Lacey getting the baby latched for the first time. He felt like he was living a dream. Everything was so surreal.

  Suddenly, he no longer wanted to deploy with his men. No, he wanted to stay right here, in this moment forever. Visions of watching his son learning to walk, throwing a ball, tossing back beers at twenty-one, all flashed before him. In that instant, Bryce found his new calling. This tour of duty at the end of the year wou
ld be his last.

  He was ready. Time to retire and start enjoying civilian life.

  Infinite Love—Sara Evans and Todd Chrisley

  Bryce wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. “We did it, babe. The little shit graduated.” Her husband beamed proudly.

  Raising BJ had been a challenge, to say the least. Their son was stubborn and rowdy, much like his old man. If he wasn’t raising hell, he was tormenting the hell out of his little sister, Elle. Stealing Barbies, cutting his sister’s hair; you name it, BJ tried it. Somehow, they all survived though.

  Lacey smiled, watching her children laughing and splashing around in the pool. Yes, somehow, they survived three years in Germany – including one more deployment, with a newborn. Then Bryce finally retired, and they moved back to his house, near his family. Deja vu hit Lacey the first time she watched her kids playing in the backyard. Who knew the first time Bryce took her to his place – that dream would have become a reality.

  When BJ turned five, they moved from that house to a place that sat on two acres of land, back in the woods, much like Bryce’s grandparents’ house where he grew up. The same house that his cousin Connor owned now. As the kids got older, Bryce had a pool put in the backyard, and they found themselves always hosting their kids’ friends. They had found their happy place.

  BJ was pulling himself from the pool and wrapping a towel around his waist, while sixteen-year-old Elle was busy trying to get the attention of one of his friends – something Lacey knew would not go over well with her men. For now, they hadn’t noticed, so she’d let her baby have her fun. At least her daughter had picked one of the good guys. Luke was always a gentleman and looked out for Elle; though it was yet to be seen if he shared her daughter’s affection.

  “Son of a bitch,” Bryce grumbled beside her a few minutes later.

  Lacey’s gaze followed his line of sight. “What is it?” BJ headed toward them with a man in uniform. “Someone you know?” she asked her husband.