Gravity, p.4
Gravity, page 4
Eventually, Amos sets me down and we head out to the parking lot. His sister had dropped off his truck earlier in the day. I don’t miss the hurt and bit of disappointment in Guy’s face.
When I slide over the bench seat in Amos’s truck to the middle, it’s like I’m spiraled right back to our high school years. We’ve seen each other numerous times over the years, but have never been back to his hometown together.
I can’t keep my hands off Amos sitting this close to him. I find myself studying the silhouette of his face. I can’t get enough of him. When he pulls down his driveway, I squirm in the seat.
“I thought you’d be dropping me off at the hotel in town.”
“Nope.”
“Care to explain?” I push him even though we’re not alone in the cab of the truck.
Guy and Amos are as close as two men can be. They’re more than brothers.
“You’re meeting the entire family. You’re mine.”
I squirm in my seat once again with Amos’s confession. It’s been my insecurity this whole time. To me families represent pulling happiness apart. I know it’s my problem, but something I’ll probably never be able to get over.
When he kills the engine and hops out he holds his hand out to me.
“It’s okay, baby, they’ll love you.”
After several long seconds go by and Amos’s face shows his nervousness about my reaction. I finally lace my fingers through his never letting go. When Amos bursts through the front doors chaos ensues. His mother or the person I’m assuming is his mother bursts toward us.
I drop his hand and step back. The woman who resembles Amos launches into his arms. She’s a crying mess and clearly not willing to let go of him. It makes me warm at the sight. It’s what love truly is.
His mother finally steps back, letting his father step up and hug him in a manly way. His grandpa does the same thing. He’s the one man that I’ve been formally introduced to. Once his grandpa is done hugging him then he turns to me and wraps me in a hug again.
“Nice to see you again, Gracie.”
My arms lay limp at my sides until my common-sense kicks in and I hug him back. Amos takes this chance to introduce me to the rest of his family. His mother and father are just as accepting as his grandpa. My nerves about officially meeting the family have diminished.
“Now hustle up to your bedroom and be quiet. Hop will be here any minute and you’re going to surprise her at her rodeo.” His mother brushes invisible lint off Amos’s shoulder. “She’ll have a quick snack and then head out with dad and grandpa.”
It’s sweet to see his mom not able to keep her hands off her son. Amos wraps his arm low around my waist tugging me to him.
“Oh, wait.” She hustles into the open kitchen pulling plates from the oven. “Here.”
She hands each of the men two plates overloaded with her famous fried chicken.
“God dammit, Momma, you know how to steal my heart.”
His dad pops him in the back of the head and warns him about language. It makes me giggle to see the action.
“Now share with Gracie since I didn’t know she was coming.”
Amos bares his teeth in defense over the plate of food causing us all to laugh.
“It’s okay, Mrs. Marshall. I ate before I boarded my last flight.”
She steps up to me. “Now, sweetie. It’s Brenda.”
She places a quick kiss to my cheek before ushering us up to the room. She sends her best death glare to Amos warning him to be quiet. It’s apparent this is a look she’s had to perfect over the years with her charismatic child.
When Amos settles on the bed, he spreads his legs wide balancing his plate on the top of his upper thigh. He catches me by the waist pulling me between his spread legs. I relax back on his chest without a second thought. Amos wastes no time devouring his food while taunting me with pieces, but he ends up tossing it in his mouth.
“You’re a dick,” Guy grumbles. “Gracie, would you like a piece of chicken.”
“No thanks. This pig is actually entertaining.” I pat Amos’s stomach.
“Romeo,” he corrects me.
8
Gracie
I hang back at the rodeo giving Amos and his family time to enjoy the reunion. They have an elaborate rouse all set up to surprise Hop who I’ve learned is his little sister, Molly. His dad and grandpa are even going to pretend to be shocked. It’s all Brenda’s plan and I can tell they just simply follow it.
I take the time to wander the rodeo grounds taking in all the sights. I’m thankful that I don’t run into a particular bitch named Mae. Once the rodeo starts, I try to find Amos in the stands and it’s an easy job. The hometown crowd surrounds the hero and just like so many years ago I sit in a corner and admire the scene.
The man is a legend around here. He flashes his amazing smile to everyone who approaches him. The respect level is something I’ve never witnessed. I finally make my way to him after Molly wins the barrel racing at the State Finals.
“Hey.” I tug on his arm.
“Gracie.” His voice is tense.
“Amos.” I chirp back.
“Where have you been?” He pulls me in to him.
“Watching the town fawn over their hometown hero.”
“Wise ass.” He slaps my ass. “Never leave my side again.”
“Okay, boss man.”
He sits back down on the bleachers and then tugs me into his lap. I lace my arms around his neck as we both enjoy watching the bull riding. It’s vicious and I realize Amos knows most of the contestants even though they are younger than him. He cheers each one of them on. A thread of dread seeps in when I realize he’ll want to go out and be social because he’s Amos Marshall.
The selfish part of me wants to take him to a private place and spend the entire night enjoying each other. But even I know that the town must have their hero back. When the final event is over and the awards have been handed out. Amos leads me back to his truck. I’m shocked when Guy doesn’t follow us.
“Get in sweet ass.”
“You and your damn nicknames.” I peck a quick kiss on his lips before sliding over.
I go to ask him what the plan is, but his phone rings and he answers it. He only provides simple answers making it hard to decode the conversation. When he finally hangs up I jump on the opportunity to ask him.
“What’s the plan, Stan?”
He eyes me out the corner of his eyes and then pulls off onto a long dirt road that’s abandoned and private.
“Are you planning to cut me up into tiny pieces?”
That makes him laugh loudly.
“Nope, but I plan on licking your lady bits.”
“Nice.” I waggle my eyebrows. “But aren’t we going out on the town?”
“Fuck that shit,” he responds hopping from his truck and then dragging me behind him.
“What is this?” I ask while staring out at a moonlit pond. It’s serenity all wrapped up in one piece of nature.
“A pond.”
I whack his shoulder when he pulls down his tailgate. “Smartass.”
“My second favorite place on the ranch.” He pulls me to his chest and thrusts his hips into mine. “And I plan on making love to you here.”
“Amos.” His name floats off in a one syllable musical note.
He lifts me up to the tailgate then climbs up into the bed of the truck. I watch as he fluffs up a bunch of thick blankets and several pillows. Once he’s done, he straddles me standing so his crotch is eye level.
“Well, hello Captain Obvious.” I reach up and unbutton his jeans, then work down his zipper while tugging down his jeans.
Amos groans when I wrap my lips around him. I sink my teeth down on his silky rock hard shaft until I gain another groan of appreciation from him. I begin working him back and forth with my mouth, swirling my tongue around him. It’s my turn to moan around his dick when I taste the tart thrill of precum.
“That’ll do, that’ll do, Gracie.” He gently lays me back on the blankets until my head meets the pillow.
The man is a magician at making all of my clothes disappear in one quick swoop. The chill to the spring night air tickles all of my flesh.
“Not fair.” I point to his chest.
Amos knows damn well what I’m talking about, but it doesn’t stop him from tilting his head with a questioning look.
“Clothes off, now.”
“Bossy, bossy.” He reaches behind him and whips his shirt off with a quick yank.
God, it’s the sexiest move in the history of male. He then kicks off his boots with all of his nimble wrestling moves aiding him. In a matter of seconds, he’s just as naked as me and goes about devouring my body.
Amos pays attention to every square inch of my skin until he’s hovering above me with our faces lined up. I nod at him letting him know to go in unprotected. I’ve been on birth control all through college and we’ve only ever been with each other.
The first time he visited me in college and we experimented with it, I couldn’t walk for the next week. There’s just something about having absolutely nothing between us.
Amos’s forearms tense and his forehead wrinkles when he sinks into me. My head goes back until only the shining stars in the night sky come into view. I let out a long moan with the sensation of our two bodies being united again.
“Jesus, Gracie, this will never get old.”
“Amos, Amos…” I’m already singing his name out with a bundle of nerves ready to explode into an orgasm.
Goddamn, he’s barely moved and I’m already having a release. He moves and I scream this time. Amos picks up speed pounding into me over and over again. He slides his hands underneath my shoulders cradling me to him just like our first time.
I open my mouth to him and we begin to kiss. Soon our tongues match the tempo of his thrusting hips. Amos bites down on my bottom lip and growls when he nears his release. This barbaric reaction spins me right into another release of my own and then his hot seed coats my own release and we collapse together.
He rolls off me, but like always pulls me to his chest, running his hands up and down my back in soothing motions.
“And to think you wanted to go out tonight?” He taunts between peppering kisses on my forehead.
“Oh, Romeo.”
“I’m scared, Gracie.”
Those three words still me. I know he’s not looking for answers, but needs to simply talk. It’s a delicate cycle we’ve danced through over the years.
“We’re going into a warzone. It’s going to be so different than my first tour.” He presses his lips to my forehead letting the silence swallow us whole. My hands begin to rub circles on his back encouraging him to share with me.
“I’m just scared. I can’t tell my family because I know they’re going through hell. I shouldn’t even be telling you, Gracie, but it’s eating me alive.”
“You can tell me anything, baby.” I kiss his lips lightly.
Both of his hands go up to the back of my head winding his hands in my hair. He brings my face to his. “When I get back I’m marrying you, Gracie King. Nothing is going to keep us apart again.”
Hot tears flow from my eyes and I’m only able to slightly nod my head up and down.
“It will be your face, the sound of your laugh, and how you fucking make me feel that will fuel me every single day over there.”
Amos drops one hand from my hair and sits up briefly before laying right next to me.
“I should be on a knee with fried chicken, wine, candles, and all that romantic shit, but what terrifies me even more than war is knowing you won’t be waiting here for me when I get home.”
He slips a delicate silver band on my left ring finger. It’s encrusted with a combination of both of our birth gems in various sizes.
“Please tell me that you’ll be here for me.”
“Always, Amos. Always.”
Then just like the romantic jerk he is I feel his rock-hard boner pump into my pelvis. I roll my eyes and do my best to shoot him a stern glance. It’s evident that this will take years to perfect with my sexy man.
“What?” He asks innocently. “He’s excited too.”
9
Gracie
It’s our last night together before we’re forced to part ways at the airport. My heart is in pain and I know Amos is feeling exactly the same way. It’s an unstated message vibrating between us making the inevitable that much more painful.
We’ve spent the last four days screwing the hell out of each other. Amos was such a kind host, he fucked me at all of his favorite places on the ranch and even the place he plans to build our house one day.
Rolling over in his bed, I inhale his scent on the light blue sheets. The rumble of his laughter floats up from downstairs. I’ve given him plenty of time with his family. I know Amos would hole me up the entire time if possible. His family has been nothing but kind and caring to me. They’re all amazing and sweet. Molly seems a bit off and if I had to guess it has something to do with Guy.
I have enough problems of my own without speculating on theirs. I pull myself from the bed and instantly spot Guy’s bag all packed in the corner. The bottled up pain strikes me hard and the grief consumes me. Hot tears build up and quickly spill over. He is going to war.
I force myself to the bathroom to try and shower off the sadness. The hot water spills down on me only encouraging the tears. My back slides down the wall of the shower until I’m in the corner huddled up and wracking with the soon to be loss of my beautiful, loving man. It will be the longest twelve months of my entire life.
The shower door creaks open and when I look up I see a very naked Amos staring down at me.
“Baby.” He’s bent down, scooping me up in his arms in a matter of moments.
He kisses all over my face not needing to ask what’s wrong. His eyes fill with their own tears. The difference is he only lets a few fall before he speaks again.
“I’ll always be here with you. You’ll always own a piece of me, Gracie.”
“Don’t.” I clutch to the side of his face. “Don’t. It’s like you’re giving the universe permission to take you away from me.”
“Never, sweet ass.” He licks my nose earning a squeak of laughter from me. “We need to hold on to the fact that no matter what the future holds we have a piece of each other that no one can take away. Those nights when you’re missing me, think of that because I sure as hell will be.”
Eventually, I nod. The sadness creeps right back into the depths of my soul and I force myself to relish the moment.
“I love you, Amos. Forever.” I wiggle out of his arms until I’m on my feet with my arms wrapped low around his waist.
“You scared the shit out of me when I saw you crying.”
I tilt my head in question.
“Thought you really fucked up and broke one of my Transformers or cap guns.”
I slap his chest and try to push him away.
“I mean that shit would’ve been a deal breaker, Gracie.” He reaches behind me palming both of my ass cheeks.
My head drops to his chest. “Can we just run away together?”
I feel his lips kissing the top of my head. “I wish, baby. Damn, do I wish.”
“I want to say I hate you for joining the army, but I don’t. It’s who you are.”
“I won’t ever be like your father. You’ll always be my priority.”
“I know.”
The sound of the bathroom door flying open distracts us. This is when I realize Amos didn’t shut the shower door all the damn way. We both come face-to-face with a red faced and teary-eyed Molly.
“Jesus, Amos.” She slams the door then proceeds to holler down to her mom. Her voice reaches us all the way in the bathroom.
“Momma, Amos and his girl are in the shower and left the damn door unlocked again.”
“Amos.” The sound of his dad’s voice floats up into the bathroom.
I bury my face in his chest. “This has to be the most embarrassing thing ever.”
“Get used to it. When you marry me that will be your middle name.” Amos grips on to my ass, pulling me up, my legs wrap around his waist to secure myself.
As soon as I’m steady I push against his shoulders. “No, we can’t.”
“Yes, we can.” He flexes his hips up into me with each word.
The bastard makes me moan and throw my head back.
“No. Your whole family knows what we are doing.”
“My sister is a drama queen.”
“Oh, God now we’re talking about your sister while fucking.”
A throaty laugh escapes him. “No one will bother us. Now relax, baby.”
My back is pressed up against the cool tile of the shower; Amos drops his head to mine, biting down on his bottom lip as he slowly works in and out of me. We never break eye contact. I refuse to kiss him because I don’t want to ever forget the sexy as fuck and loving look on Amos’s face as he makes love to me.
When he finally grunts his release my own hits from out of nowhere. I remain silent, memorizing this entire scene, not wanting to miss a beat. I’m gently placed down on the shower floor, but Amos never lets go until he’s sure my legs are steady under me.
In a quite chirpy mood he begins whistling, “Whistle While You Work” while his hands roam over my skin lathering up his Old Spice body wash all over me even though Molly’s blossom cherry wash is right next to him.
The longer he whistles and works away, I burst out into a fit of laughter. The man always knows how to ease the pain, infuse humor, and make me feel like I’m at home with him.
He never stops whistling the tune when he presses his body to mine and begins rolling all over it like a pig in the mud.
“What in the hell are you doing?” I ask him.
“Washing up. Figured since you used my body soap then I’d just use it off of you. I’m thrifty like that.”
“You’re a lunatic.”
“I’m your lunatic.”
“Yes, yes you are.”
I let Amos rub all over me until he’s just as sudsy as me. He spent a long amount of time washing his palms via my breasts. We shower under the hot stream of water holding onto our love with everything each of us has to give.
