My eyes were so tired and I just needed to sleep. I wasn’t even sure what time it was. All I knew was it was late at night and I was exhausted. I was drained emotionally. My entire world was now gone.
No Lark. No restaurant. Nothing.
I crawled into bed and got settled in for what I hoped was at least a few hours of sleep. Within minutes I was fast asleep.
I woke up and sat up quickly. My breathing was erratic and I had to concentrate on getting it under control. Ever since that first panic attack when I saw Sherry, I’d been having them more and more.
“Fuck. Just one night. I just ask for one good night of sleep.” I lay down and grabbed the other pillow and felt something. I jumped up thinking it was a giant bug. I stood on the bed and looked down.
It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus. Was that a…rose? I reached down and picked it up. I smelled it and immediately began crying as I jumped off the bed and ran out of my room. When I ran into the living room I practically ran into the coffee table. I let out a gasp and cried harder when I saw him sleeping on the sofa. He was still dressed in his uniform.
I moved around the coffee table and sat down on it and watched him sleep. His phone was sitting on the coffee table and it went off. I looked down and saw it was a message from Skip. I picked it up and slid it to open the message:
Skip: Your last mission was a success. All subjects have been taken out. The offer for the job is still open, you know.
I looked at Lark and whispered, “Last mission?”
I set his phone down and got down on my knees. He looked so beautiful but so very tired. Even in a deep sleep I could tell he was exhausted.
I bent down and lightly brushed my lips against his. He moved slightly and I whispered, “I love you, Michael.”
He lifted his hand and put it behind my neck and pulled my lips to his. We both let out a moan as we opened our mouths and kissed. What started out as a small kiss quickly turned passionate as Lark began to sit up…never breaking our kiss once. I crawled onto his lap and began running my hands through his hair.
God I missed this. I missed him. His touch. His smell. His taste. Everything about him made me lose all control.
When we finally broke the kiss, we were both panting. Lark placed his hands on each side of my face and looked into my eyes.
“I love you. I love you so damn much. I had to do what I did to keep you safe and if all that pain and hurt had been for nothing and you died in that explosion I would never have forgiven myself. I never wanted to hurt you. Ever. I promise you I will never hurt you again. Please believe me. You’re my whole life. You’re the reason I live each day.”
I sucked in a breath of air and then slammed my lips to his. We both frantically began taking our clothes off. I’d never moved so fast in my life to get undressed. I stood up so he could take his pants off. I let out a sigh when I saw him.
He sat back down and I crawled back on him. He grabbed my hips and began moving me just enough to where he was barely going inside of me. He moved me back and slipped his fingers inside me as I whimpered.
“Lark, please.”
He ran his lips along my jaw and down my neck and back to my ear where he whispered, “You’re so wet, mi amor. I’ve missed you.”
I couldn’t believe how much I needed him. “Yes. I’ve missed you. I need you so much.”
He placed his hands on my hips and guided me to my sweet relief. I dropped my head back as he filled my body. I knew it wasn’t going to be long. I was already feeling the build up. I began moving up and down faster as he moved along with me. I snapped my head forward and our eyes met.
“I’m going to come,” I panted.
He wrapped his arms around me as we both gently whispered each other’s names.
As I lay in my bed wrapped in Lark’s arms, I couldn’t help but think of how close I came to dying today. I could hear Lark breathing slow and steady. After we had made love we came in here and he told me everything. My heart ended up hurting even more knowing how painful it was for him to push me away to protect me.
I asked him about the text I read from Skip and he confirmed to me he wasn’t going to be in the Marines much longer, and how the CIA wanted him, but he turned down the job offer. When he asked me if I hated him for what his job was, I ended up crawling back on top of him and we made love again. I knew he was exhausted. The moment he came he about fell asleep.
I ran my fingers lightly up and down his arm and smiled. This feels perfect. All we needed was each other. Nothing else. Just us.
Lark had mentioned rebuilding the restaurant, but knowing that he was getting out of the Marines and soon wouldn’t be taking off all the time, I knew exactly what I was going to do.
We were finally together again. There was no way I was ever going to let him go.
I sat on the hay bale and watched the horse Scott was brushing. It had been two months since Azurdee’s restaurant burned down. I was now officially discharged and was working on building our house on the ranch I had bought right between Johnson City and Marble Falls. The CIA had been out to the ranch I don’t know how many times trying to recruit me, and each time I would ask them to please stop coming out.
Scott stopped brushing the horse and turned to look at me. “Are you even listening to me?”
I smiled and nodded my head. “Sorry. I was thinking.”
He smiled and said, “Is it weird not being in the service anymore? No more always on call and being all secret and shit?”
I laughed and said, “Yeah, it’s a little weird.”
He nodded and said, “Pretty soon when you get your place up and running, you will be wishing for downtime.”
I agreed and said, “I still don’t know if I want cattle or hunting.”
“Do both,” Scott said as he began brushing the horse again.
I sat back and thought about it. “Both. I wonder if I could make that work?”
“Sure you can. It will be hard work, especially if you bring in the game and really get some good bucks on there. You could do guided like your parents. Maybe Azurdee would even do like your mom and cook for them. You could charge more if you do the same set up as your parents.”
I nodded and said, “Yeah, but I’m not sure if she is going to rebuild in Wimberley or not.”
Scott looked at me funny and then looked back at the horse and smiled slightly.
I got up and ran my hand through my hair and whispered, “Shit.”
“Lark, something is bugging you. Dude, just spit it the hell out. I can’t take your suffering anymore. It’s rubbing off on me.”