Parker
After spending the entire day listening to Vance and Chase busting my balls about needing to tell Becca about the Air Force—I swear I almost had a fucking heart attack when I walked into the bedroom and found Becca with my suitcase which has my paperwork from my recruiter in it giving me my official date for when I’ll start my boot camp in San Antonio, Texas.
A small part of me was actually hoping she found the letter. It’d take the stress off of me having to tell her. With each day that passes the guilt eats away at me.
I regret not telling her when I first began contemplating joining. But now with my basic training starting in three months it’s a little too late to discuss it with her.
I can only hope after the initial shock sinks in she’ll be supportive and understanding. With my college degree I have a great chance at climbing the ranks quickly. It helps that my father was in the Air Force for twenty years before retiring when I turned fifteen. Then he got into politics and worked for a few years at the Pentagon.
He says the same future is possible for me as long as I use the same work ethic I’ve used all through school and college.
With Becca earning a degree in history she can easily find a job anywhere the military takes us.
For right now I’m trying to push all my worries into the back of my mind and try to enjoy our evening alone.
I thought a date at the boardwalk sounded like the perfect way to spend our night together here in Daytona. Especially since Chase has planned for all of us to go to the track tomorrow.
“You look beautiful tonight. Powdered sugar and all.” I bring my finger out wiping powdered sugar from her chin. I suck it off my finger and laugh as she rolls her eyes at me before taking another bite of her funnel cake.
“Thank you” she says sweetly between bites. “Want a bite? It’s seriously the best funnel cake I’ve had in a long time.”
Shaking my head yes I open my mouth letting her put a small piece in. I playfully bite at her fingers as she tries to pull them away from me.
“You bite me, I’ll bite you right back.” She teases as she grabs my hand and bites down on my index finger before seductively teasing the tip of my finger with her tongue.
A low growl resonates in my chest as my dick jumps in my shorts.
“Fuck. You can bite me any time, Darlin’. But I gotta warn you that if you keep this up I’m going to end up dragging your ass down to the beach and fucking you until the cops come and haul our asses away.”
Tossing her plate in the trash she says nonchalantly with a hint of mischief in her voice, “Maybe I want you to bring me down to the beach…” before walking ahead and smiling seductively back at me.
I jog up behind her snaking my arms around her waist and lifting her slightly off of the ground, spinning her around. The sound of her laughter filling the boardwalk makes my heart slam against my fucking chest like goddamn snare drum. Making her happy is the only thing I care about. I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she knows everything I’m doing is for her.
I want nothing more than to give her the best life possible.
“God I love you,” I murmur into her ear before setting her back down.
She leans against the rails overlooking the ocean and slowly runs her hands up my chest. The spark from her touch scorches my skin through my t-shirt and makes my dick ache harder to be buried deep inside of her.
“I love you too…” Leaning up onto her too toes she grips my shoulders to steady herself and brings her lips up to mine. Her kiss is sweet as the taste of funnel cake lingers on her lips. I moan softly against her lips as I squeeze her hips and tangle my tongue with hers.
It takes every ounce of self-control in me to make myself stop and break away from her sinful lips before I get the point of no return.
I may joke about fucking on the beach, but that kind of thing on my permanent record would not be looked upon lightly.
She pouts up at me as I back away, tugging her hand to pull her further down the boardwalk.
“I wasn’t done kissing you yet.”
I let out a deep chuckle as I pull her towards the Ferris wheel. “Unless you want a cop seeing you buck ass naked with sand in places sand should never be then, I think you’ll thank me for stopping that kiss.”
Cringing she twists her face up in disgust. “Good point.”
As we get in line for the Ferris wheel, Becca suddenly becomes very quiet. She’s been doing this off and on all night which is unusual for her.
Every once in a while she’ll be the Becca I know and love, that’s sexy, fun and quirky—but then she’ll suddenly look as if she’s a million miles away.
Normally with Becca she talks nonstop as she tells me a million thoughts a minute as they pop up randomly in her head. She rarely sits still. She’s always bouncing around like a ball of energy, but lately she’s not been herself.
I thought earlier maybe it was because she still isn’t feeling well from whatever it was she ate last night that ended up making her sick this morning. But she’s been snacking on cotton candy and just ate a funnel cake so she has to be feeling better.
Women are impossible to figure out. Their moods change faster than the damn weather.
I can’t help but feel like she has something she’s been contemplating telling me or asking me. Because this morning she told me she needed to talk to me, but then Chase and Vance interrupted us before we could get a chance to talk.
Suddenly a thought hits me…
What if she knows about me enlisting?
I wouldn’t put it past Chase to slip while drunk and tell Ashlynn. Or maybe she did find my letter today, but is testing me to see how long I’ll wait to tell her.
I feel like an asshole waiting this long to tell her. By the way she’s acting she has to know.