Remi sat strapped to an uncomfortable seat beside his best friend, Tank. For the fourth squadron of the eight battalion, the tour of duty was up. Miles in the air and all Remi thought of was food, real southern fried food. His mouth watered over his memories of chicken and alligator meat beer battered and deep fried. Carla, his girlfriend of four years wasn’t expecting him home until next month. He and the team took out several different top leaders before a leak at the Justice Department possible compromised and placed majority of his team in danger. The men decided not to report home and spoil any kind surprise reunions. Tiger’s daughter’s first ballet dance recital happened to be the same night they were to return.
Due in early but with debriefing meetings, the team knew Tiger pull off his master plan without incident. Brody, the youngest, lost his parents two years prior when a lone gunman tore through a strip mall and sprayed A-K-47 bullets into the recruitment center where he joined. A ricocheted bullet crossed into the wall of his parents neighboring shop, killing his mom instantly. His father ran outside to investigate and the gunman planted eight rounds in his chest.
Tank fidgeted and worried about returning home. Since the order to return home, Tank’s mind brought up questions and rightfully so. Each man suffered from issues but leaks about military personal scared him more than life itself.
Remi shook off all the hardships and found a silver lining into returning state side. The plane landed bumpy but nothing they weren’t prepared for. Leaving the airplane they noticed a high ranking military person standing on the tarmac. Swallowing hard, Remi saluted as he was first to step onto the ground.
“Attention.” All four men hustled into place and saluted. “You are to go home and remain there until investigators are through. No going out, no anything.”
None of the men showed any disappointment at their orders even though they all knew Tiger’s surprised was ruined. The four of them walked toward the four separate vehicles awaiting them. They all went their ways.
The alarmed buzzed. Moaning and groaning I opened my eyes to read what appeared to be 4:30 on my husband’s clock. I shut my eyelids and rubbed them hoping to my eyes tricked me. Opening them up in a hurry to see the same numbers in red stared back at me. Darrell slept through the false alarm. I believed he would sleep through the house collapsing around him.
I rolled over, almost on top of him, and reached out with my finger tips to hit the off button. His arm moved and launched me onto him. A hardened membrane poked my stomach. Not having sex since my latest menstrual cycle two weeks ago, I was primed and ready.
Sleeping in the nude deemed beneficial in my eyes on this early weekday morning. The sun hadn’t crept up above the horizon yet. I wiggled the overs around me and noticed something odd. How did I not notice this before now? Darrel got me sleeping in the nude and now he had boxer briefs on. Shrugging it off, I moved the cotton fabric over and his one-eyed worm stared me in the face.
He moved ever so slightly to the right, helping me in the process. The morning woody graced my clit with a gentle dew drop kiss. A softened moan escaped my mouth as I leaned up to guide his slick stick into my opening.
I wiggled down until my mound touched his under garments. My clit pressed against his button aroused me and caused a round of liquid to seep out. Beginning to feel another build up in my belly, I rocked my hips back and forth. A deepened growl from my husband awoke him.
The look on his face resembled the deer in the headlights stare. His hands found their way to my breast where he fondled my nipples. Darrel grazed his hands down my sizes and grabbed ahold of my hips.
For the first time in our marriage, he stopped our sexual intercourse. He turned his head in the direction of the clock. “It is a quarter of five. I will be late.”
“You have an hour before you normally get up and get ready.”
“Today is different. I have an early meeting with a client.”
“Oh, but we can finish this right?”
“Well…yeah I guess but not by you riding. Hop off.” Instead of allowing me time to move, Darrel picked me up and flung me on the bed. Our eyes locked onto each other. The corner of his mouth curved up and I witnessed a backhand approaching my face area. Damn, that stung. He wacked me for no reason.
A young brown haired boy snuck past the first line of defense and cuddled up next to a mother and father. The other kids stared him down and never made a sound. The two guards observed the family of five, well now six enter Fort Wandering. Built over five thousand years ago and withstanding several wars over the years, the fort remained the safe haven for wolves. Many clans lived outside the walls of Wandering but traveled back in once a month for a meeting. This day was unusual. The Alpha’s called a special meeting. While kids were not counted, young Bruno slipped in without question. He ran as fast as his human legs took him, trying to read the signs above the doors.
Bumping into a tall man, Bruno fell backward on his ass. He looked up to find a man wearing a star on his plaid shirt. From reading books about the history of the country, he knew the police often wore badges. “Excuse me, sir. Are you the sheriff?”
“Yes, son. You need to watch where you are going when running around.”
“Sorry, sir.” Bruno tilted his head down and stared at the dirt.
“Let me help you up, kid. No need to be sorry. You did not hurt me, but it could have ended in disaster.” The sheriff leaned down and place his hand out for Bruno to grab. Placing his tiny hand in the huge palm of the sheriff, Bruno was yanked up to a standing position. “What are you running from and what is your name?”
“My parents were…”
“Were what son?”
Tears formed in the corner of Bruno’s eyes. “There were three huge monsters tossing up things of fire. I believe they were as tall as the gate out front. The one had a long curvy nose. They smelt really gross, like a rotten egg fart. You know the ones right after you have pickled pigs’ feet? That is my favorite food. After a good hunting year, we always had pickled pigs’ feet. Not to mention the bacon. Sizzling bacon on Sunday mornings…”
“Son, please stop. Monsters, what in the world are you talking about? The only monsters that are real would be those in the human books. Wolves are even monsters to them.” Bruno pulled at the sheriff’s sleeve to gather his attention up. “Okay, you have important information. Let’s start with what is your name?”
“I am Bruno. My hair is a mess because of the wind. The three monsters controlled the wind, fire, and water.” Bruno looked up at the sheriff and stomped his foot down in anger. “Listen to me, my father was a leader and if he was here he would kick your ass for not listening to me.”
“There is only one man other than the head Alpha himself, who can kick my ass. And that is Marko Taylor…”
“That is my dad, you moron. I been trying to tell you but you keep interrupting me.” The sheriff stared down at in with a look of disbelief. “Now listen. Mom and dad have been captured by three evil demons. The long haired smelly things used fire, water, and air at their disposal. Dad told me to run here and find you. Tell you what was happening and they would join me as soon as they controlled the situation.”
Of the three which one would you like to see finished this year and possibly released by the first part of next year? These are unedited first drafts of three books ideas!