The Soldier's Lady (3 page)

My phone started ringing before I made it back
to my truck. “Hey sweetie did I forget something?”

“Caleb
are
you insane? You can’t spend that kind of money on
me what…”

“Wrong move baby, when someone does something
nice for you you’re supposed to say thank you okay.”

“Caleb…”

“Don’t
cry babe. I have some shit to do before our night and if I have to come back
there and take care of you it’ll eat into my time and I might not get done in
time. Be my good girl and hold the tears until I can hold you okay.”

“Okay.” She sniffled and her voice had gone
little girl soft. I closed my eyes and laid my head on the steering wheel.

“You’re killing me Melissa.” She has this way of
getting to the heart of me. Sometimes I’d be talking to her and the quality of
her voice would just make me want to wrap her up in cotton balls and keep her
protected.

“I’m
sorry.” There she goes again, fuck.

“No
need to be sorry baby just smile for me okay.”

“Okay
I am.”

“Good girl.”

I hung up before I did
something stupid like go back there and get her. I had a lot of thinking to do.
If she could pull all this emotion from me and I hadn’t even touched her yet I
wonder what the fuck was gonna happen when I did. I’ve never had this problem
before, never thought ahead to the times when I might have to leave a female
behind to go do my duty.

Maybe that’s why the others hadn’t worked out.
There was no real connection except the physical.

With
Melissa I wanted to fuck, there was no doubt about it. I have to keep myself
from jacking my shit when we’re on the phone together. But I find the more I
talk to her that I also wanted to own, to protect, to nurture.
All new territory for my ass.

CALEB

We decided to meet at the restaurant of her
choice. I’d called ahead and secured a table overlooking the water and a bit
secluded from the rest of the room. I made sure to get there a little earlier
than her because I wanted to watch her walk in. I wanted the whole experience.

The restaurant was semi
formal; I hung up my jeans for charcoal grey cashmere slacks and the silk Black
label sweater mom had insisted on buying me the last time she went shopping.
According to her she despaired of me ever wearing anything but denim or
fatigues again so she has taken it upon herself to become my personal shopper.
I’ll have to remember to call and thank her. Though if she was going to grill
me the way she did when I called to ask about the vase I might put it off for a
while. She’s worse than any drill sergeant the military ever produced.

She came through the
door and every hair on my body stood on end. What the fuck was that? As the
hostess brought her over to the table I kept hearing the strains of an old song
my dad used to sing for mom when I was younger. ‘The Lady In Red.’ She took my
fucking breath away.

I stood as she reached
the table and pulled her seat out for her. I couldn’t help kissing her shoulder
as she sat. Her scent was intoxicating, and her skin soft beneath my lips. “You
look amazing baby.” Her whole body blushed as I pushed her chair in.

“Can I ask you a question Melissa?” She looked
at me with her bright eyes and that amazing smile that got me in the gut.

“Sure what is it?”

“How the
fuck are
you so
beautiful? No strike that beautiful is too tame a word…you’re, I don’t know
that there’s a word to describe what I see when I look at you.”

“Caleb you’re gonna make me blush.” I couldn’t
resist taking her hand in mine. I had to have the contact, needed it.

“Before we go any
farther tonight I need to say something to you. I heard everything you’ve said
in the last few days and I’m willing to give you all the time you need because
you deserve it. Just don’t make me wait too long okay.” I touched the blush on
her cheek and she turned her face into my palm. So fucking sweet.

My phone rang in the
middle of our appetizers. The conversation was flowing easily the way it does
when we’re on the phone. I could see her shyness shedding bit by bit and she
was starting to relax. I think the flower stunt had been a nice icebreaker
after all though she seemed hung up on the cost. I just had to work on getting
her to believe that she was worth that and more.

“I have to take this
babe it’s the base go ahead and order me the steak medium well with the works.”
I stepped outside ready to blast whoever the fuck was on the other end of the
line. They better not
be
calling me over some stupid
bullshit.

MELISSA

I released the breath
I’d been holding. I can’t believe how nice this all was. It was hands down the
best date I’ve ever had. He was so attentive and the way he held my hand, as if
he couldn’t help himself. I kept waiting for the punch line but he just kept
getting better and better.

His call was taking a
while but that was okay I needed the time to decompress. I’m wound so tight I’m
afraid I’d say or do the wrong thing. Jen had talked me into wearing this fire
engine red off the shoulder dress with a cinched waist. It was more risqué than
I was used to but she’d insisted it was perfect with the red pumps that made my
calves look amazing.

I saw him returning and
my pulse started going crazy all over again. He’s so perfect and gorgeous and I
didn’t miss the looks he was getting from the other women. I guess he must be
accustomed to it because he didn’t even look, not even at the ones that were so
obviously trying to get his attention.

“Sorry about that baby, there was a minor
emergency and it was either head back there or talk them through it.”

“That’s okay I understand.” I picked up my fork
to get started on my salad as he spread his napkin over his lap.

"Babe, what the fuck?"

"What?"

"What're
you eating?"

"Uhm,
a salad why?" He looked at me like I'd lost my damn mind. Oh please don't
say anything that's going to hurt my feelings, not after the evening had been
going so well.

"Seriously Melissa?"

He raised his hand and
called the server back over. I felt my breath hitch a little because I had no
idea what he was about to do. If he embarrassed me now I would just die. He had
his jaw set and though I didn’t know him very well, had only seen him twice
somehow I knew he was upset. I didn’t look around to see if others were looking
at us, just sat there waiting for that punch line.

"Yes sir may I help you?" Toothpick
girly looked like she wanted to do more than help him if you ask me.
"Yeah, bring me another steak medium well and a baked potato with all the
trimmings."

"Is
something wrong with that one sir?" She looked a little confused poor
thing.

"Nope."

"Oh,
okay." When she finally got that there was nothing else forthcoming she
hightailed it over to the computer to put the order in.

"Caleb...."

"Melissa, do me a
favor; don't insult me like that again. You're a healthy woman with curves, fucking
lettuce and bullshit did not give you those curves. I'm here with you because I
like your curves; you start eating this shit…no more curves. You follow? Now
lets share until your food’s ready.”

He cannot be real and
this is not my life. He cut his steak in half and took half of my Mediterranean
salad. Then he proceeded to feed me from his fork. I think I might just die
before the night was over.

The night was beyond my
wildest expectations. Over a shared dessert of Tiramisu, which he once again fed
me from his fork, we laughed and joked like we’d been doing it forever. I
didn’t once think of my weight or being less than he deserved. He made me feel
like I was the one doing him a favor by being there. It was too surreal to
believe. Gradually that feeling of impending doom faded as the evening wore on.

He held my hand while we
talked and every so often he’d touch my cheek like he couldn’t help himself. I
was finally able to see the color of his amazing eyes. Cerulean, that’s the
color that came to mind though they were so much more. They’re a mix of blues
and greens that seemed to change with his moods. No wonder he wears shades
inside I don’t think the public is ready for a steady dose of those orbs.

“I wish you hadn’t
driven yourself here. I don’t want the night to end I need more time with you
but I don’t want you driving too late so I need to get you home. I’ll follow
you but won’t come in because if I do baby, you won’t get that time you need.”

Damn does he have to be
this sweet? I don’t think I’ve ever blushed this much in my life. I wish I were
brave enough to say the hell with it and invite him home and into my bed. But I
needed that time, maybe after a few more weeks in the gym.

“I’m sorry I…”

“Shh, no need for apologies baby, take all the
time you need to; I’m a big boy I can handle it.” I smiled at him because he
was just too amazing. I know I will take this night out and replay it over and
over in my mind for the next few days.

MELISSA

We’ve been out every
night that he had the time in the following weeks. I was still meeting him
wherever we decided to go but I’m almost ready for the next step. Where he
comes to my door and
pick
me up. We still haven’t
kissed yet which I find strange. I want to, I really
really
want to, but Caleb says not yet. He seems to think that he won’t be able to
stop at just the one kiss. And the things he says to me. My face gets hot just
thinking about it. Sometimes it’s hard to believe he’s actually talking to me.
Though we haven’t kissed not even once, he does like to nibble on me. My neck,
my ears and my shoulders especially seem to get lots of attention. I beg him
with my eyes to kiss my lips but he just smirks and shakes his head.

I love the way he
whispers in my ear when we’re in a room full of people. The way he keeps his
attention on me and me alone no matter who’s around. A lot of the places we go
to
are
frequented by other soldiers since the base is
so close so every once in a while we might run into someone he knows. The first
time he introduced me as his girl I thought I would split my face my smile was
so wide. Even more astounding was the fact that the person didn’t fall out
laughing.

Last night we were at a
bar and I got up to go to the lady’s room. I don’t think he knew I could see
him in the mirror on the wall. But I saw the way he watched me as I walked
away. And when he bit his lip while his eyes were glued to my ass I almost
stumbled.

He makes my heart race
and butterflies take flight in my tummy. When the phone rings I become a giddy
teen, something I was never allowed to be. We’ve doubled with Jen and
Spanky
a couple times but tonight I’m doing something new.
I want to show him off. It’s childish I know but I can’t help it. I feel like a
whole new person with him and even though the gym isn’t going the way I
expected I wasn’t going to give up. That was the only dark cloud on my horizon,
trying to lose weight so I would be comfortable with him seeing me naked. He
said he would give me time but how long will that last? Don’t think about it Melissa
just
try
harder that’s all.

I haven’t been with my
girls Natalie and Francine in weeks since I’ve been spending every free moment
with Caleb. Now they insist on knowing who’s this man that’s keeping me away
and making me act so ditzy as they put it. I think they think he’s a figment of
my imagination. If it weren’t happening to me I probably would think that way
too.

Nat and Fran aren’t like
Jen, though we’ve all known each other since high school and we’re close in our
way. Jen is the one person in my life other than gran who ever accepted me as I
am. Except now there was Caleb who didn’t seem to want me to change a thing.
But will that last? How about when he sees me naked for the first time? Or when
he introduces me to his family? Will I be an embarrassment? I won’t think about
that now, I don’t want anything to spoil the night to come.

I was really nervous about asking him to come to
the club but he said it wasn’t a problem at all. He didn’t care about meeting
my friends as long as he got to see me. Of course I had that fear of him
finding one of them more appealing. They were both beautiful and thin, both
things I’ve never been. Though Caleb has been making feel like I am.

CALEB

I wondered if they knew
I could hear them. I was two minutes away from fucking somebody's shit up but
I'm a gentleman, or at least that's what my peers think. But this was some
fucked up shit. I hated the fact that she was going to come back from the
restroom and smile at these deceitful fucks thinking that they were her friends.
There was only one thing to do as far as I was concerned.

She’d been so excited
when she invited me here tonight to meet her friends. Some of the guys were
here since Spanks and his wife usually hung with the guys from the base. So while
the girls hung out at their table in between taking to the dance floor the guys
had set up at the bar. It was
girls
night, we were
just here for ballast and to make sure they didn’t get into trouble.

She’d made the
introductions and I’d sensed trouble from the gate. The way they eyed me up and
down right in front of her made my skin crawl. My baby didn’t seem to notice
what they were doing or knowing her she expected and accepted it.

I wasn’t paying
attention to the guys as they drank and lied to each other about their prowess.
My ears had been pricked to the conversation going on at the table right below
the bar. As soon as she excused herself to go to the restroom with Jen and gave
me that cute little wave they’d started.

I’m sure they thought
their words were hidden because of the loudness of the crowd. But when there
was a change in sets from the band I’d heard them loud and clear. And what I
heard made me want to slap the shit out of both of them. Yes I would smack the
shit out of a female for fucking with my girl. I’m an equal opportunity
motherfucker. If you’re dumb enough to fuck with me and mine you should be
prepared to face the consequences. I might draw the line at a kid though; then
again if the little fuck was obnoxious enough he might catch a boot to the ass.

I played it cool though
and didn’t even let on that I’d heard a word, with my head turned straight
ahead. I won’t say anything to her tonight, won’t spoil her fun, but you better
believe at some point I’m going to make sure she sees these two for what they
really are. No one is gonna make a fool of her again. Not as long as I’m in the
picture and I plan to be in that shit for a long fucking time.

It hurts to think that
she’s probably put up with this shit all her life. They’ve been friends since
they were thirteen so a good ten years or so. Ten years of that shit because
I’m sure that they hadn’t waited until tonight to show their true colors. I
wonder how many of her relationships they’d sabotaged? Or what else in her life
they’d told her she wasn’t good enough for?

When I saw her making
her way back to the table, her sexy as fuck curves moving just right in her
flirty dress that showed off just the tops of her girls and fell to just above
her knees I made my move. I knew I was about to surprise the fuck out of her
since we weren't anywhere close to being intimate in our relationship yet. Not
by my doing mind you, but my girl have some fucked up ideas about me seeing her
naked and splitting. I heard this through the grapevine so I've set myself the
task of showing her the error of her ways.

I met her halfway making
sure that the two twats I'd just overheard talking shit could see us. As soon
as she opened her mouth to ask me what was up I moved in for the kill.

 
Fuck, I knew her lips were going to taste like
fucking strawberries. I've been inhaling that shit for damn near a month now.
She kissed like she'd taken lessons in the shit. What had started as a lesson
in humility for her two non-friends had fast turned into an eye opener for me.
I pulled back and rested my lips against her ear so she could hear me.

"Babe, you see that little issue you have
with me seeing you bare? How soon you think you might get over that shit?"

"Huh?" She was still a little dazed
from our kiss, good. Maybe if I kept her that way she'd get over this shit
before my nuts changed color.

I pressed my misbehaving cock against her thigh
right there in the middle of the fucking club; thank heaven for special
lighting.

"I think it's pretty clear that he wants in
and he's not gonna wait much longer so get your shit straight soon yeah!"
I turned and looked in the direction of the two I was sure were glued to the
action and with a glare wrapped my arm around my girl and headed for a dark
corner. I wanted more of those lips, hopefully I can control myself but in my
head I’m giving her just a few more weeks.

My girl is old
fashioned. She needs there to be a respectable amount of time between us
meeting and fucking. I respect that even if I’m about to go cross eyed from
waiting to get inside what I already know is going to be the sweetest pussy
this boy has ever had. Shit time to change my thoughts, my boy is already hard
as fuck no point in torturing him any more than necessary. Sweet Melissa was in
for the fucking ride of her life when I finally get her in my bed. Weeks of
waiting were giving me a fuck load of ideas of what I wanted to do to her
delectable body.

I held her close the rest of the night just
rocking back and forth with her head on my chest when I didn’t have my tongue
halfway down her throat.

“You
kiss like a dream baby, I think I’ll make your mouth sore from now on until you
let me in the pussy.” She blushed of course and hid her face in my chest. With
my arms wrapped tightly around her I felt at peace, like the race was over and
I’d won so I could take a deep breath now. Whatever I’d been searching for I’d
found. “Sweet Melissa.”

That night when I walked her to her door I had
only one thing to say to her ass. “Soon Melissa.” I guess I was going back on
my word. I wasn’t willing to give her much more time. I couldn’t, she might
need time to get there but I already was. This girl is
my it
.
There was one thing I hadn’t shared with her though in all our hours of
talking. When she finally lets me in that first time; I’m going to own her ass
from that day forward.