CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Alistair was so happy to see Clark he nearly tackled her to the grass. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he just kissed her and didn't let go.

"I need you," she whispered in his ear.

"Way ahead of you," he growled.

They were both so hot by the time they got to the bedroom they forgot to close the front door. Completely naked, already going at it, they never noticed Goliath watching everything they were doing.

"More! More, Alistair! Deeper!" she screamed.

"Fuck, yeah, baby," he said, driving into her. When she lifted her hips, feeling him devour her body, they both screamed their first release. But Alistair screamed again.

"What's wrong?" she asked as he jumped off the bed. Goliath had touched his cold nose to Alistair's thigh, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

"That's what's wrong! How did you get in here?" he said, looking at the dog. He walked into the living room, only to see the door wide open and his friend standing on the path in front of the house with a wide grin. He covered his groin with his hands and yelled for the dog to leave.

"Come on, Goliath," smirked Rett. "Somebody has other things on their mind."

The big beast took off toward Rett, and Alistair slammed the door, locking it securely. When he returned to the bedroom, Clark was trying to muffle her laughter.

"You think that's funny?" he smirked.

"I'm sorry, but I do. I think it's hysterical," she laughed. He pounced onto the bed, his knees holding her legs between his own.

"Let me show you what's funny," he said, kissing down her body. She moaned and writhed as his tongue and fingers tapped magically on all the right spots and buttons of her body. Just as she was about to explode in his mouth, he pulled back.

"No! No, what are you doing?" she asked, staring at him.

"Teaching you patience," he smirked.

"No, no, no. I'm patient. Really, I am. Alistair! That's not fair. Please, I'm so close," she begged as he lay on his back, smiling at the ceiling. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't hide his desires. Standing straight up like a soldier saluting, she grinned at his thick cock, massaging it softly at first, then more vigorously.

Bending over his body, she took him in her mouth, tasting their sex together. With her free hand, she massaged his balls, rolling them back and forth as his own hips began to move. Knowing he was close, she pulled him free from her lips and straddled him.

"Wait. No, wait. What are you doing?"

"Teaching you patience," she smirked.

"Okay, okay, that's fair. Please, baby, I've learned my lesson." She couldn't refuse him, nor did she want to. Her own body was on fire, needing to feel him inside her. Lowering herself on his erection, her whole body began to convulse almost immediately.

Gripping her hips, he tossed her to her back and pushed her knees high up to her chin. Exploding inside her, he realized he wasn't wearing a condom.

"Babe," he started.

"I know," she smiled. "No condom. I realized it too late, as well. I'm okay with it, Alistair. I'd like to get off my birth control. I mean, we want children, right?"

"Damn right we do," he smiled, kissing her. "Let's shower. We need to meet the others for dinner and make a plan for L.A."

"I want to come with you," said Clark, walking toward the bathroom. "Don't argue, Alistair. My wrist is healed. I'm healthy, and I'm trained. In fact, all of the Marines are healthy again. We all want to be there."

He stared at her for a long moment, wanting to scream to the heavens that she couldn't go. But he also knew how futile that would be. It would only push her to do something ridiculous.

"Alright. Let's speak with the others. We'll include all of you."

"Thank you," she smiled up at him as the water began to steam the entire room. She gripped his cock, tugging slightly. "Come on, King Cobra, let's have a little shower sex."

"Baby, you're speaking my language."

Tailor and Alec were seated alone in the cafeteria when Mama Irene came in. She sat between them, holding a hand from each one.

"Mama," started Alec.

"I know, baby. She was a good woman from what everyone has told us. But you gotta understand. She's where she wanted to be now. She's with her husband and sons. Whole. Healthy. Happy. Ain't a mama in the world that doesn't want that in the end."

Tailor looked at the little woman that had been his mother for almost his entire life.

"Mama Irene," he said, choking back the emotion.

"It's ain't time yet, baby. Not yet. I got a while to go."