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When he stands naked in front of me, I see the true warrior he is; no longer in a warzone but fighting his own battles regardless. “You’re beautiful, Corrigan. You could never be a man in the background, a man passed by unnoticed. I love you.”
My words are a hushed whisper as I drink him in, the dark blond, scruffy hair and his strong, handsome face, the square jaw that clenches as he watches my scrutiny. The thick, muscular chest and strong shoulders and arms, the large, calloused hands that flex in readiness to touch me. His abdomen and six pack and his oh so drool-worthy V are scarred with the remnants of a battle won. Some places are pitted and pink, where others are marked with suture scars. I see how close the shrapnel got to his femoral artery and how easily he could have bled out and died in the desert hell. His prosthesis, still in situ, only enhances his strength and beauty to me. His cock stands upright and is fucking gorgeous but that is not what I am seeing; I’m seeing the man I want to be with forever.
When I force my eyes back to his face, I take in his shocked expression and worry I’ve done something wrong, but his eyes shine bright.
“You love me?” He whispers.
“I do.” I declare.
I watch as his body grows, if I thought he was standing proud before, I now see him swell, his chest broadens as he draws in a deep breath. He stands taller as his spine straightens, and he grins. He smiles the widest, happiest smile I have ever seen, damn him, he’s even more gorgeous.
“Wow! No one has ever told me that before. Raff says it but he’s my brother so he doesn’t count. Fuck, Griff!” He takes the step separating us and hauls me across the bed and onto my ass.
“You don’t have to say it back, Corri…”
“Fuck that! I love you, too, Griff, I love you so damn much!” He leans in to claim my mouth and whispers, “You are about to get so lucky.”
When he kisses me, I grab the sides of his head and hold him still as I pour every feeling I have for him into it. Our tongues duel for dominance but I falter, letting him claim my mouth as his hands reach under my ass and he pulls me up. I feel him pull back but only to reach across to the side table, he grabs the lube from the draw and squirts the liquid into his hand. His eyes stay on mine as he runs his slickened hand over his dick.
When he finishes, his hand fits back under my ass and he easily hoists me up “Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart, my turn now.” His voice is so deep and guttural, I feel its vibrations all the way to my dick.
I do as I’m told when Corrie pulls me against his rigid body, feeling his dick between the cheeks of my ass, the lube allowing it to glide easily up and down. I pant into Corrie’s shoulder as he whispers words of love in my ear.
“Fuck me, Corrie, please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you ask so nicely.” Corrie’s tongue traces the shell of my ear as he lifts me higher and steps up to the wall; my back hits it with a soft thunk. The tip of his cock nudges against my needy hole then, as he presses forward, I nudge down, unable to stop the gasp as he breeches the tight muscles at my entrance.
“You can take me, Griff, you know you can.” He moans as he pushes cautiously inside me.
I hiss again, “You are fucking hung, man. This is new to me, remember?”
“You want me to stop?” Corrie’s tongue slides up my neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin as his hips pulse again.
“Fuck, no! This is the best pain I’ve ever felt.” I let myself relax and sink further down. In moments, I hit the base and we groan loudly. Squirming in his firm grip, I love the feeling of being completely full and so owned, possessed by this amazing man.
“Ready for more, my love?” Corrie’s heated breath against my neck sends shivers over my body.
“Yeah, baby. Give it to me.” I tip my head back as Corrie starts to pump his hips hard and fast, my back skating the wall as he thrusts deeply. His punishing pace shows no sign of slowing as I feel the ripples building in my body. “I’m gonna come, baby, it’s just too good.”
“Hold on, Griff, I’m nearly there.” Corrie’s hands shift slightly as he steps back. Fuck, this totally changes the angle and his dick hits my spot head on. My shoulders remain against the wall but I know Corrie supports my weight, he is so damn strong. Then I feel his hands squeeze into my flesh and his cock hardens even further in my ass.
“Fuck, Corr, yes!” I shout his name as I come over his chest. Corrie bellows my name then his head falls to my neck—his mouth on my boiling skin, sucking and biting—as he pours himself into me. Thrust after thrust, I feel his burning release.
We stay stuck together for a few, sweet moments as we come down and our breathing steadies. I must be heavy and I gently unlock my ankles from around his waist before lowering them shakily to the floor, his dick slipping from me as I straighten. Corrie’s hands move to my waist and keep me tight against his body, breathing heavily against my neck. Slowly lifting his head to look at me, I notice the moisture in his eyes.
“Corrie? Baby, are you okay? Shit, have I hurt you?” I run my hands down his face and neck, looking for a clue as to what is wrong.
“God, no, Griff! If anything, you have fixed me. I never thought I would find someone who would love me, I never thought I would be able to be me, to be who I am, with anyone. And then I find you. I stumble into a straight man who gets me, and who never shies away from me.” He moves a step back, pulling me with him. We make it to the bed and he collapses on top of it. “But when this man—this amazing man—tells me he loves me, I don’t know how to show him just how much I love him back, how to be worthy of his love.”
“Corrigan, look at me,” I wait for him to turn his head to me as I lie beside him, “you have nothing to prove, you are my whole world. You own my heart, body and soul.” I run my fingertips down the side of his face and smile as he clasps my hand, holding it against his cheek. “But, as you said before, when you pound me against the wall, you would be the one to get the cloth to clean up.”
I watch as his face transforms from somber to bright humor and a huge smile. “You fucker! Didn’t you see how much work I put into that?” He laughs though and starts to sit up but I pull him down and kiss him.
“How about we shower instead?”
When Corrie smiles, we move simultaneously and get up from the bed.
I stretch out in bed and feel Griff’s warm body next to me, my heart stutters as I recall his declaration of love. Warmth spreads through my body as I realize I’m not alone anymore; I have a man beside me. Someone who has my back, someone to talk to, someone to share my life with. I would never have believed it, after all the pain of my injuries and the relentless physical therapy, someone is prepared to take me as I am, a battle-scarred, army vet. A deep sigh falls from my lips.