Honeybun Hottie (Plus Size Romance 5) by Lynn Cooper Page A

gotten for the woman who was and would forever be his heart.  He whispered, “It’s beautiful, like its owner.  The ring fits your finger as perfectly as my cock fits your cunt,” he said hoarsely, palming her mound. 
    “Oh, Sean,” she moaned, grinding herself against him. 
    He looked deeply into her eyes.  They were glazed over with desire and a longing he couldn’t wait to satisfy.  “I love you, Blythe.”
    “I love you with all my heart, Sergeant Warrington.”
    Weaving his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck, he held her possessively.  His voice was husky with love and lust.  “Do you know what Semper Fi means?”
    “No.  Tell me.”
    “It’s Latin for always faithful .  That’s me, Blythe.  I am and will always be faithful to you.”
    “And I you,” she said, offering him her warmest smile.
    He kissed her lips softly.  “When it comes to the wedding, you may have things anyway you want them.  But I have one non-negotiable request.”
    “What’s that, my love?” she asked breathlessly.
    “Semper Fi has to be engraved on the inside of our wedding bands.  I want every man and every marine on this planet to know you’re always faithful.  Always mine.”
    “Your wish is my command, sir.”
    “Good.  Now lie down across the bed.”
    “Face up or face down, sir?”
    “Up.”
    She obeyed. 
    He covered her with his body.  His kiss was slow like the long incline of a warm beach.  With a languid caress of his mouth on hers, his tongue nudged her lips, and she opened for him.
    He didn’t ask her if she was ready to take him inside her body.  He didn’t reach between her legs and stroke her sex to make sure it was wet.  He simply gazed into her eyes and plunged himself deep into her hot tightness. 
    She didn’t refuse him.  Couldn’t refuse him.  Their bodies fused in a timeless finality of hearts and souls, riding on the wind of eternity.  His breath became hers.  Her heart beat only for him as he filled her with his seed. 
     
    LATER THAT AFTERNOON BLYTHE walked arm in arm across the meadow with her bestie.  Shelly had a very self-satisfied grin on her face.  “So, Blythe, what do you think of Sergeant Warrington now?”
    It was the same question she had asked on their first day at camp.
    Blythe beamed, feeling happier than she had in her entire life.  “I think he’s going to be the best husband a woman could ever hope for.”
    Shelly squealed.  “I guess you know you’re going to owe me big time for this one.”
    Blythe sighed in mock frustration.  “And just when we got square for you saving my life.”
    Both women giggled.
    Cocking her head to the side, Blythe asked, “What about you and Potato Peeler?”
    “Oh, don’t you worry.  Private Kean and I are making delicious meals and sweet love.  In fact, he’s talking to Sean right now.  It seems my marine isn’t quite cut out for the military.”
    “You don’t say? He seemed rather intent on his duties the first day we met him out at the entrance.”
    “Well, after spending two weeks with me, he realized he wants to be a chef.  Remember the new Thai restaurant that opened up on the eastside of Langston?”
    “I do.  The food’s amazing.”
    “Well, the head cook just got fired for tossing the salad girl onto the meat counter and pounding her butt good.”
    “Shut the door!”
    “They certainly should have,” Shelly said, winking.  “Anyway, I made a call to my friend Donna who waitresses there on the weekend.  She has put in a good word for my man.  He has an interview next week.  If he gets it, he’s moving in with me.  Who knows? We might be headed down the aisle shortly after you and Sean.”
    “Or,” Blythe squealed, “we could have a double wedding!”
    “Oh, yes! Let’s do that!”
    “Do what?”
    They hadn’t heard him walk up, but that deep, panty-melting baritone could only belong to one man.
    “Nothing, Sergeant,” both women said in unison, giggling like