Part 2 (1/2)

”Ohh, I know, because I was ready to drag you in the bathroom at the airport!”

”Well, be prepared to have my c.o.c.k inside you all night, because baby, I plan on making love to you until we pa.s.s out from exhaustion.”

”I look forward to it.” I say smiling at him.

Cras.h.i.+ng our lips together in a fury of pa.s.sion, I eagerly dip my tongue into his mouth. The feeling of his tongue twisting against mine is almost enough to have me coming right then and there. Cane grinds his hips into mine, stimulating my c.l.i.t with his hard growing erection.

I can feel my first o.r.g.a.s.m building inside me, eager to be released. Rubbing against me harder and sucking on my neck and collarbone is all he has to do to push me over the edge. Slamming my head back against the shower wall, I scream out in pleasure as the o.r.g.a.s.m washes over my body.

Before it's over, Cane is sliding his c.o.c.k deep inside of me, feverishly pumping in and out. The walls of my v.a.g.i.n.a are still pulsating, squeezing his d.i.c.k, and making him groan out in pleasure. ”You feel so f.u.c.king amazing...G.o.d, I missed you.”

I'm so consumed with pleasure; I can't form a single word, all I can do is moan, ”Mhmm.” Digging my nails into his back and hungry for another o.r.g.a.s.m, I rotate my hips, meeting Cane's thrusts. The water is starting to go cold, but I don't care.

Working his mouth back up to mine, Cane kisses me as he runs his fingers through my water soaked hair. Fisting it in his hand, he holds the back of my head, while pressing his lips against mine with so much intensity it's as if we need each other to breath. Without each other's kisses and touch, we wouldn't survive.

This time, we finish together. Our screams are bouncing and echoing throughout the bathroom. It's music to my ears, the sweetest most erotic sound caressing us as we both come down from our earth shattering o.r.g.a.s.ms. I turn off the cold water, leaving only the hot water running, so the shower is steaming as we finish was.h.i.+ng our bodies. After showering, we make our way into the bedroom, only taking a few seconds to dry our bodies off. I twist my hair into a bun on top of my head and join Cane in bed.

It's been twelve long months since we have been able to sleep in each other's arms. I haven't had a good night's sleep since he left, and Cane has made it very clear in the many letters he's written me; that he's not had a full night's sleep since he landed in Afghanistan. Leaning up on my elbows, I stare into his gorgeous baby blues. ”I love you; I'm so happy you're finally home.”

Reaching up and caressing my cheek, Cane smiles up at me with his s.e.xy panty melting smile. ”I love you more baby; I missed you more than you'll ever know. Thinking about this moment right now is the only thing that helped me get through this year without you.”

We spend the rest of the night making love, going nice and slow; taking our time to savor each other.

October 19th 2005.

Cane has not been home two full months, and he's already received new orders to deploy. His Brigade will be heading to Iraq next week, so he has to fly to base to get ready. I feel like the rug has been pulled out from under me. I just got him back, and now he's leaving again. I hate that all these weeks he's been back I haven't been able to spend every moment with him. I've had cla.s.ses and work four days a week. The only thing that helped was Cane working at the bar, so we were able spend a few extra hours together whenever our s.h.i.+fts fell on the same day and time.

Tonight is our last night together; he has to be at the airport by six a.m. We packed all of his bags this morning so we can spend the evening together. He's been at his parents all afternoon hanging out with his dad, Matt and Dalton. They're all as heartbroken as I am that he's leaving again so soon. Roxie stopped by earlier to see how I was holding up, but couldn't stay long because she had to work. She received an interns.h.i.+p at one of the local news stations. She was so excited when she heard she got it.

Throughout the day, Cane has sent me sweet text messages letting me know he was thinking of me. I saved every single message and voice mail. I swear I'm going to re-read and listen to them a hundred times a day while he's gone. Hearing his voice immediately relaxes me. I am praying that this deployment will be just a few short months, and then he can hurry back home.

Lying on the couch, I flick through the channels but can't find anything good to watch. I finally settle on the Lifetime channel and a movie with Tori Spelling. I love Tori, so it's good enough. After an hour into the movie, I finally get a text from Cane.

Cane: Heading home now, see you soon.

I type in a quick reply telling him to hurry his hot a.s.s home because I need a cuddle buddy to watch Lifetime with. I can't help but giggle as I send it. Cane cannot stand these movies, but suffers through them for me, seeing as I suffer through many hours of college basketball.

Especially during March Madness.

Finally, thirty minutes later, Cane strolls through the door. Tossing his keys on the table beside the door and kicking off his Adidas sandals, he walks over and plops down on the couch. I s.h.i.+ft my body upwards so I can lay my head on his chest. We spend the next hour talking about everything I'll do while he's deployed. We can't set a date for our wedding, because we don't know when he'll be back home. It sucks because if I would've known he was going to be deploying again so soon after returning home, I would've planned our wedding during his first deployment and gotten married as soon as he returned home.

Cane trails his fingers up and down my arm, awakening goose b.u.mps all over my heated skin. He leans down planting a kiss on my forehead. ”I'm going to miss the h.e.l.l outta you while I'm gone.”

Resting my chin on his chest, I look up at him and try to hold back the tears. If the dam gives, I don't think I'll be able to stop the waterfall of tears once they start falling. ”It will go by fast. We made it through you being gone a whole year. Before we know it, you'll be home, and we'll finally become Mr. and Mrs. Cane Allen.”

”Just don't hire any Duran Duran cover bands. I'll never live down having a bad 80's cover band at my wedding.”

”s.h.i.+t, I guess I better call and cancel tomorrow.” I say, laughing as I tickle a trail from his belly b.u.t.ton up to his chest. ”How about we settle on a really good D.J., then we can have a mix of everything we love.”

”Sounds good to me. I love the sound of Mrs. Allen. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?” Cane asks rolling onto his side. Sliding his fingers along my thigh and working his way under his oversized t-s.h.i.+rt, I'm wearing. ”I think we've watched enough Lifetime movies for tonight. It's about time I get your sweet little a.s.s into bed.”

Before I can protest, Cane is scooping me up in his arms and carrying me into the bedroom. Within seconds, we are both naked and tangled up in the sheets of our bed.

December 12th 2005.

I awoke yesterday to the sweetest voice mail from Cane. With the time difference, it's hard to talk on the phone, but I love getting his voice messages because I can re-play them over and over again whenever I'm missing him. I mailed a letter to him last week, telling him all about the wedding plans along with a new care package. I hate that we won't be spending Christmas together. All of his gifts are wrapped under our tree, where they'll stay until he comes home to me.

Roxie, my mother, and Cane's mom went with me to the Bridal Shop over the weekend and helped me pick out my wedding dress. We also selected Roxie's maid of honor dress. My cousins Valerie and Tiffany are my bridesmaid's, but because they live in Ft. Lauderdale, I had to email them the dresses I picked out for them so they can just go to the local Bridal shop and get theirs fitted there.

Cane was right, planning the wedding has helped distract me while he's away. I'm hoping to get everything done as quickly as possible so once I know when he's coming home all I have to do is set the date. We plan on getting married at Fairchild Tropical Botanic Garden. It's absolutely breathtaking there. My parents helped cover the fee to hire a wedding planner, and she's been a life saver by helping with the venues and all the details I didn't even think about. Without her, I'd be completely lost.

Who knew planning a wedding could be so much work and stressed doesn't come close to explaining how I'm feeling right now.

We're on Christmas break from college, so I'm enjoying not cramming for tests. The last few weeks have been insane. Roxie and I spent every night studying, and when I received my tests back with B's, I was happy. h.e.l.l, I didn't get any A's like Roxie, but I'll take a B any day!

With Cane overseas putting his life on the line, it's hard to focus in school. Especially when I see all of his friends on campus, and I'm reminded that he's not here with all of us like we'd planned. I was so excited when Roxie and I were accepted into the University of Miami. We imagined ourselves, Cane, Dalton and Matt all together partying it up on the weekends at their frat house, making tons of amazing memories together. I wish every day that 9/11 never happened that so many loved ones didn't have to leave us to go fight this war on terror.

I try to keep myself busy with school and work and distract myself with planning our wedding. I am counting down the days until his year deployment is over, and he can come back home to me.

After a long weekend, I'm thrilled to do absolutely nothing but chill on the couch with Roxie tonight. Since Cane deployed, we've jumped back into our weekly Monday night ritual: popping popcorn and curling up on the couch together to watch The O.C. and swoon over Seth and Ryan.

”Hey, biotch, can you grab me a c.o.ke?” Roxie asks poking me with her toes while her eyes stay locked on the show.

Rolling my eyes, I let out a loud sigh and tossed a handful of popcorn at her. ”You're lucky I'm thirsty, or you'd be s.h.i.+t outta luck.” I tease as I sprint into the kitchen, laughing as she tries to retaliate and toss a handful of popcorn back at me.

I pad across the kitchen and grab us each a can of c.o.ke from the fridge, just as I plop back down on the couch I hear my cell phone vibrating on the coffee table. Setting my soda down, I dive for my phone, hoping its Cane calling. It's so hard with the time difference to catch each other at a reasonable time. Either he's calling me at four in the morning or almost midnight but I'll risk running on two hours of sleep if it means I get to talk to Cane and know he's okay.

Roxie sits up and pops her soda open while shooting me a questionable glance and mouths, ”Cane?”

I glance at my caller ID, normally it's a long foreign number, but instead I notice it's a Miami number, one I don't recognize. Shaking my head no, I quickly answer, ”h.e.l.lo?” with uncertainty in my voice.

I hear a deep masculine voice come through the other line, ”Hey! Brittan?” The guy says with question in his voice. His voice sounds familiar, but I just can't place who it is.

”This is she...” my voice comes out sweetly as I flash a smile to Roxie while shaking my head.

Roxie pokes me with her toes again and whispers, ”Who is it?”

Shaking my head and raising my shoulders, I whisper back while pressing my hand over my cell, ”No fricking clue.”

The man on the other line snaps my attention back to him and instantly I realize why his voice sounds so d.a.m.n familiar. ”Awesome! I called the bar and got your number from one of the bartenders working tonight. She refused to give me your cell number at first, but I can be very persuasive.” I can't help but laugh at the c.o.c.kiness in his voice. ”This is Holden, from Beyond Redemption. We have a gig this weekend at the Ocean Side Dive, and our singer Tara just broke the news she's going to have to quit the band due to some personal reason. We heard you can sing pretty f.u.c.king well and thought maybe you'd be interested in singing with us this weekend. It would be sort of an audition if you're down for it?”