Major Dad: An Older Man Single Dad Military Romance Page 12
“Like a birthday.”
“Exactly.”
The three of us finish the day building a sand castle and decorating it with the less worthy pieces of sea glass and broken shells that Caden elects not to take home to his growing collection.
That evening I pick up Rylie at home.
“You look beautiful,” I say as she greets me at the door.
“Thank you,” she replies, smiling with her sparkling brown eyes, so alive they send heated chills right down to my gut. “Good night, Dad,” she calls out over her shoulder.
“Night,” Frank shouts from the kitchen.
He and I had a long talk when I returned with Rylie. In spite of his concerns, he gave her his blessing and threatened to send me on a suicide mission if I mistreated his baby girl. I could promise him with complete sincerity that I would be the kind of man any father would want his daughter to fall in love with. He accepted that and admitted he was ecstatic I’d brought her back to the islands. He missed her more than he could put into words. I had no such trouble.
“I missed you like a fucking desert storm misses rain,” I tell her more than once.
Leaving the house, I take her hand to lead her to the car. I make damn sure we maintain skin contact all the way to the restaurant.
“That was delicious,” Rylie says after the waiter has cleared our plates.
“I’ve taken the liberty of pre-ordering dessert.”
“You have?” she questions in a sultry voice. “I thought I was going to be your dessert.”
“I’ll have you for post-dessert dessert,” I announce. “First one, nowhere near as good as the second, is a double chocolate brownie with freshly made macadamia nut ice cream.”
“I’m already hot,” she whispers.
Winking at her, and then blowing a kiss, I slide my hand up her thigh under the table. I don’t stop until she shivers and her eyes pop wide with shock that I’m going to stroke her folds while she has to sit nonchalant surrounded by patrons.
She sighs, leans back, and reveals enticing glimpses of her cleavage above the plunging vee-shaped neckline in her dress.
“The valley between your boobs is naked,” I say. “I have something to fix that.” Reaching into my pocket, I bring out a small paper gift bag with a little red ribbon. “Caden wrapped it for you.”
She takes the bag with a quizzical smile and opens it. “It’s beautiful,” she says pulling out a necklace with a single pendant. “Wow, this is special.”
I ask, “Do you recognize that piece of sea glass?”
She holds it up. “It’s the color of your eyes,” she observes. “Is this the piece Caden found the first day I took him to the beach?”
“It is,” I confirm. “He wanted you to have something special to remember that day.”
“It’s amazing,” she says opening the clasp. “Will you do the honors?”
“Of course.” I take the chain and she lifts her curtain of hair. The exposure of her bare neck starts my dick unfurling, her skin is so delicious. I lock the piece in place around her and it falls into place between her breasts.
“Wow,” I say, “it’s so pretty hanging there.”
Our waiter sets the decadent brownie between us. We both reach for the same spoon.
Rylie’s hand lands on mine, and we laugh.
“Your fingers are naked, too,” I say.
She looks up at me with surprise on her face. Her brown eyes reflect the tremendous implications of the moment. “You mean?” she shutters, barely able to contain her excitement.
“Yes,” I say as I bring out the second offering of the evening.
My offering to my love.
I reveal a small black box.
She squeals with delight and says, “No? Really? Honest?”
“Yes, Rylie. I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?”
I flip open the lid and reveal a sparkling ring set.
The diamonds reflect brilliantly as she takes the ring in her hands. She looks into my eyes. “Yes, Ethan, I accept,” she announces with confidence through the tears sparkling her eyes.
Smiling at me, she speaks to my heart and soul with the three most beautiful words I've ever heard, “I love you.”
I take the ring and slip it onto her finger.
We lean towards each other and join our lips as the entire restaurant bursts into wild clapping. Rylie laughs and looks around like she’d forgotten we were surrounded. I run my fingers through her hair. She pulls my face closer as her tongue speaks a sweet and silent language as it dances with mine. I drop one hand to her new pendant, rolling it in my fingers, I can feel the edge of her breasts against the back of my hand. My entire being is caught up in her. My cock is thumping in time with my heart. My heart is beating in time with my increasing desire. I might be about to explode with happiness.
As we slowly come down from our passionate interlude, the waiter brings the champagne and pops the cork. I pick up the spoon and feed her a generous bite of chocolaty goodness.
She mirrors me, and I find myself with a mouthful of warm gooey, sugary delight.
“That better be the second best thing in your mouth tonight,” she says.
I lean over, inhale her tongue, and vigorously make out with her before the hint of our shared dessert has time to recede. The combination of tastes and textures sends me to the edge of sanity. “I promise this dessert will be only the third or fourth best thing in my mouth tonight.”
After dinner, we walk along the shore in Waikiki. We place our shoes in the fine white sand and allow the gentle foaming surf to cover our feet. The moon is half-full, and a spattering of stars can be seen in the clear sky. The fragrance of salty ocean drifts in the light breeze. I take both of her hands into mine and pull her into an embrace. “I love you, Rylie.”
“I love you back,” she whispers in my ear. “Take me to bed?”
Silently, I nod a ‘yes’ and we stroll, determined and passionate lovers, to a room which will soon be overcome with the scent of our love.
Once the door to the world shuts, we are anything but patient.
Clothes fly everywhere as we undress in a frenzy. I lift her to the corner of the bed, spread her legs, and plunge my cock without hesitation into her soft folds.
“Ooooh…poo….ah,” she responds to my drilling.
I stand before her, holding her feet in the air, while her ass rests at the edge of the bed’s corner. I can vigorously thrust with all the power of my legs and hips in this position, driving the head of my cock past the opening of her tight slickness and into the depths of her cavern. I squeeze the arches in her feet, run my hands down her calves, and then grasp her toes.
“Oh God!” she shouts.
I can feel her pleasure dome clench and squeeze my dick while I increase the rapidness of my pumping. “I want to see you come, Baby. I want to hear you come, Baby. I want to hear you scream as you come.”
“Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!" she cries as she arches her back, looks up and moans through an orgasm from start to finish. I feel her pussy gush. I lean over her and gently bite the calf muscle along the back of her leg. She responds by thrusting her hips in short, hard pumps, milking out the last of her climax even as I approach mine.
“Come in me, Baby!” she shouts.
“I’m getting close, closer, closer, oh God,” I manage to say as my balls slap against her ass and my engorged cock gets ready to shot the man-juice they’ve been storing up all evening.
“Look into my eyes,” I demand of her as my body tenses.
She opens her eyes even as she grits her teeth and lets out a guttural moan. She comes up again, me following her, and we both exhale in spent pleasure as we slowly end our combined orgasmic thrill. “I love you,” she gets out between pants for air.
I look at the rock, newly placed on her finger, and realize I’ve never loved before.
“I love you, darling. Now and forever.”
Chapter Epilogue—One Year Later
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One year later - Rylie
The blue Hawaiian sky is dotted with small puffy white clouds. I can’t believe how easily dreams can come to be reality if you focus on what you want. With Ethan’s support, constantly uplifting my confidence, I got through the bar second shot. Now I’m working my dream job, on the beach with my turtles and dolphins most work days.
Like today - when I can hear the crashing of the waves against the cliff below the spot we chose, high above the endless Pacific for our special day.
Ipu music floats in the air, intertwined with the perfume of exotic flowers. I take my father’s arm as he walks me down weathered and worn travertine steps to a pathway through a pristine Japanese garden. A curving pond follows our path, and brightly colored orange, gold, and white koi swim under floating water lilies. In the distance, the light surf splashes on the shore mixed with the shouts of children playing.
I’m told that it’s good luck to hear the sounds of playful delight on your wedding day.
My father looks over the guests who’ve come to celebrate my special event with me and his face is bursting with pride and happiness.
My mother looks up and smiles. She and Charles realized that Ethan and I had such an unusually deep love, they agreed to give their blessing and support without any drama. I’ve never felt so cared for by my parents, who’ve shown over the last few days that they could put aside their differences and show me how much they loved me.
Past the rows of guests, stands Ethan with his best man, who barely stands as tall as his hip. Little Caden’s chest is swollen like a turkey with his own pride and he looks so cute dressed in a matching tuxedo. They both look like movie stars at the Oscars.
Ethan looks directly into my eyes, even from a distance, I can feel his love pierce through me.
Caden’s smile melts my heart. At his seventh birthday party, a few months past, he secretly told me that he wouldn’t mind—too much—if he had a baby brother. I laughed and said, “I’ll keep that in mind, but it might be a sister.”
He looked at me and thought about it a long while, “That will be okay, too. I guess.”
The ceremony continues like a fairy tale unfolding in a dream.
When the time arrives, I say, “I do.” I mean it more passionately than I’ve ever meant anything.
Then I get to savor Ethan’s lips on mine as my husband for always until the applause and cheering of our friends and family gently pull us back to the ground. We move gracefully, arm-in-arm, through the crowd and they shower us with compliments and blessings. Our day follows magically from one moment to the next with dancing, food, champagne, more dancing, pictures, cake cutting, and finally the announcement that we were headed to Maui for our honeymoon.
“Congratulations,” my father says. “Remember never to let her down. Or there will be consequences.”
“Thank you, Frank,” Ethan replies. “I’m grateful for your friendship.”
“It’s not Frank, anymore, son,” he says to my groom. “You’ll have to call me Dad or Sir!”
Everyone laughs, and Caden pulls on my sleeve. “Is it time?”
“Yes. Everyone, Caden would like to know what you’d all like to be called. Grandpa, Papa, Nan, Grammy, or something different?”
“We’ll figure it out over another piece of cake, Caden,” my mother says. “I think I like 'tutu' because that’s Hawaiian for grandma.”
I smile and take Ethan’s hand.
It’s good to be so loved by everyone around us.
Another Year later
On our one year anniversary, I thought blissfully of our honeymoon suite at the Four Seasons on Maui, a gift from my parents, which was filled with fresh flowers, fruit baskets, chocolate, and spirits. We blissfully soaked in a massive tub filled with bubbles while sipping tall glasses of bubbly pink champagne. I caressed Ethan’s face, and he nipped on my ears while telling me how much he loved me. I felt like a fairy princess, then, and I still do today.
The rest of the week on Maui was filled with magical fantasies.
From making love that first night as husband and wife to swimming and snorkeling with green sea turtles to the Hawaiian Luau in Lahaina we attended, it was all a dream come true. We took a tour up to the summit of Haleakala in the early morning to watch the sun rise in the east, followed by a thrilling downhill bike ride that took us past lush green fields and forests of flowering trees. We ended at the seashore after a marathon distance of downhill coasting, symbolic it seemed of my relationship with Ethan.
All the beauty reminded me of how much I wanted to devote my career to helping save the environment, working to make the planet cleaner and to preserve endangered animals.
Ethan had helped me study, and I passed the bar on my second attempt. I am now working at his friend’s environmental law nonprofit, and we’re seeing great things happen through our efforts to leave our children a better world.
Speaking of children, Caden is going to get his wish. A baby brother—or sister—is on the way. We confirmed my pregnancy only a week ago, and we’ll soon have a small party for our friends and family to announce the growth of our home.
In the islands, they have a word that means everything good, “Aloha.”
That’s how I feel about my life.
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