Fake Boyfriend - Miley Maine Page 0,70
to date me, I’m gone all the time. The Rangers don’t deploy for as long as some units, but we leave frequently. Some partners don’t like it. Some can’t handle it. And some think it’s great to have alone time.”
“I don’t think I’d mind you being gone for work, but I would worry about you,” she said.
“That’s another part of it. My buddy’s wife said the stress of worrying was hard.”
“How often are you in danger?” she asked.
I couldn’t lie to her. “Frequently.”
“How often are you injured?”
“Significantly? Not often. I’ve only been shot twice. I’m sure you’ve seen the scars.” I wasn’t arrogant enough to brag, but I was good at what I did, and if I assessed the mission and found that it was too risky, then I requested more time until I had more intel. So while missions often went to shit in a hurry, just like the one in Romania right before I first met Loren, the missions were not often deadly for any Ranger.
“I’ll worry, but that would be true if you had any high risk job.” She kissed me on the cheek and hopped up. “I need to shower and brush my teeth.”
I pushed the covers off and followed her into the bathroom. After brushing my teeth, I joined her in the shower. The warm water felt amazing. The shower stall was small, but that didn’t matter to me. I was happy to get to squeeze in next to her.
“Let me wash your hair,” I said. I had my charcoal men’s shampoos up here, and I did have a bottle of women’s conditioner that smelled like lavender as well, because my brother had visited with his wife sometime earlier in the year.
With the shampoos, I lathered my hands up and ran them through her hair. She tipped her head back and moaned as I massaged shampoo into her hair. Next, I massaged the conditioner in, making sure to rub it into all of the tangled strands. The feel of her warm, wet body had my cock aching. I hadn’t planned to make this a sexual thing, but my cock was standing at attention, and it was impossible to ignore.
I rinsed her hair, letting all the suds flow down her body, and I moved my hands down to her shoulders, where I rubbed the tight muscles there.
“Wow, that feels good,” she said with a moan. “I knew I carried some stress in my shoulders, but I didn’t realize how much.”
I pressed harder, working my fingers into the knots in around her shoulder blades. As I rubbed, my cock pressed against her backside. My erection wasn’t going anywhere as long as I was around Loren while she was naked. Hell, I usually had an erection when I was around Loren at all.
After I’d worked all the tension from her shoulders, I washed my own hair and body. Then I pulled her close. My cock rubbed against her hip and she moaned.
“I need to fuck this pussy again,” I said.
“Right. Now that I’m your real girlfriend, and not just your fake one,” she said.
“Yes. You’re right. I’m so close.” I took my cock in hand and squeezed. “Seeing you naked in the shower like this has me so turned on, that I won’t be able to hold off once I’m inside your body. I need you to jerk me off first.”
“In the shower?” she asked.
“Yes.”
I took her hand and flipped it over, palm up. I poured a little shampoo into her palm. “That’s perfect. Now put your hands around my cock, and I’m going to fuck your fist.”
She rubbed her hands together, coating them in the slippery shampoo, and did just as I said, wrapping both hands around my cock. Her tiny hands didn’t cover all of it, but it was close. I braced my hands on the wall of the shower, and began to thrust.
Her pert breasts moved with my thrusts, and her nipples tightened, while her chest flushed to a nice nosy color. “I’m going to fuck you everyday when we’re dating,” I said.
She made a twisting motion with her hands that sent sparks jolting through my head.
“Is that so?” she asked.
“Yes. It’s exactly so. I put my hands on her breasts and pinched her nipples, watching as her mouth dropped open and her eyes went half closed. Her hips began to shift, seeking friction that wasn’t there. I bet her pussy was soaking wet. I’d find out soon enough. “When you wake up in the