I'm baaack! Did you really miss me? LOL. Thank you to those of you who sent me a message and asked when I'd be back with a new story... here you go! I hope you'll enjoy this story. While it won't start out this way, it WILL be a BABE! For now, I'll only be posting on Wednesday's (think of it as Babe's Hump Day!).
A huge Thank you to Amy for all your work and help with this story. I am very thankful for you working with me again!
To all my East Coast readers, I hope you are all safe and sound with very little damage! Now, on to the story!
Ranger stepped off the elevator on the fifth floor dressed in black dress pants, a black button up shirt with the sleeves pushed up his forearms, and a diamond stud in his ear. His damp hair pulled back in a ponytail as he'd just stepped from the shower after a workout in the gym.
Walking down the hall towards his office, he bellowed, "Tank, my office."
Tank popped out of his office and fell in step behind his boss and long time friend. Walking into Ranger's office, Tank shut the door and took a seat on the leather couch. "What's up?"
Tossing a file across his desk, Ranger motioned to it, "Have an interview in ten. I want you in there."
"Why are you interviewing? I thought we were fully staffed," Tank told him as he picked up the file.
"We were."
"Were?" asked Tank perplexed.
"Ray is leaving. Gave his two-week notice last week while you were on vacation. Said he's moving back home, where ever the fuck that is."
Tank opened the file and skimmed the cover. Sergeant Major Jeremiah Berwyn, 34, Marine from Newark. "Damn," he swore, "He's got medals and awards coming out his ass. How come he's not still in?"
"No idea. Did a BGC on him, nothing came up suspicious. My guess is he got tired of all the crap and realized he isn't as young as he once was."
Tank nodded; he knew all too well when that feeling hit, it was time to get out while you still had a life. "So, if he checks out during the interview, he's hired?"
Ranger nodded as his phone rang. "Yo."
"Sergeant Major Berwyn is here for an interview," came Woody's southern drawl across the phone.
"Send him up to five. I'll meet him at the elevator." Ranger grabbed the files and nodded to Tank.
The elevator door opened to reveal a six-foot four-inch man who weighed around one hundred ninety pounds with muscles upon muscles. His brown hair was in a standard buzz cut and his face clean-shaven.
Ranger extended his hand, "Sergeant Major Berwyn?" The man nodded. "I'm Ranger Manoso, thank you for coming in."
Jeremiah stepped from the elevator and shook his hand. "Thank you for the opportunity."
Ranger and Tank turned toward the conference room, "Follow us." Jeremiah followed them to the conference room, passing a few other men on the way. He could tell most of the men had some sort of military background; just from the way they carried themselves.
Taking a seat in the conference room, Jeremiah looked around. Tank offered his hand, "Name's Tank. I'm Ranger's right hand man. I'll be helping conduct the interview. Would you care for a bottle of water?"
"Thank you, Sir," Jeremiah replied reaching for the water.
Ranger and Tank took their seats as Ranger began the interview. "Sergeant Major Berwyn," he began.
"Please, just call me Bull," Jeremiah told them.
Ranger nodded, "Okay, Bull. Can you tell me how you ended up in Miami and not back in Newark?"
Bull sat forward, "Well, my wife wanted to start our marriage without the interference of either family. I'm from Newark and Silky is from Trenton; we wanted somewhere far away from the meddling parents."
"Silky?" questioned Ranger.
"My wife," was Bull's only response.
"Okay," Tank jumped in, "in looking over your resume, you have excellent qualifications. One question, why do you want to be part of RangeMan?"
Bull sat back and thought his answer through before he spoke, "Not a lot of people have the patience to deal with a soldier just returning from abroad. I've been back for a month, put in a bunch of applications and no one has even called to give me an interview. You are the first ones."
Looking around, Bull decided to come clean, "I want a job, and I'll take any job I can find. However, when I came here to fill out the application and turn in my resume, I felt… a connection here. Like everyone here has been where I've been, done what I've done, seen what I've seen. And I feel like here, I won't be judged on my past."
Ranger looked at Tank who nodded. Standing and extending his hand, Ranger looked at Bull, "Welcome to RangeMan."
Bull stood up and shook Ranger's hand, "Thank you, Sir."
"None of the Sir shit here. Here we are all the same. The only thing you need to remember at all times is I am the boss. Tank here will get you started on your new-hire packet; get your badge, phone, and other items."
Tank walked out the door after he was sure Bull was going to follow him. Walking down the hall, Tank hollered, "Line up!" One by one, the men filed out of their cubicles and stood at attention in the hall. "Listen up, this here is Bull. Today is his first day. Beginning tomorrow, he will be teaming up with each of you for a little bit to see what you do and where he finds his niche. Problems?"
Everyone one replied, "No problems." Tank looked up and down the row, "This is Bobby, our medic; Lester, our clown; Hal, Cal, Junior, Binkie, Zip, Zero, Hector, Bret, Ram, and you met Woody downstairs when you arrived. This is the largest portion of the men."
Bull nodded at them all and continued to follow Tank to his office. "Is everyone from the military?"
"Most, not all," answered Tank as he handed a pile of papers to Bull. "Have a seat and start filling them out while I get you in the system."
Once Bull had all the paperwork filled out, Tank handed him a phone and badge, "The badge will get you in the building from the garage and access to the elevator. It will also get you into the gun range and gym."
"You have your own gun range and gym here?" Bull asked with a smile.
"We do. I'll show you to them in a moment. As for the phone, everyone's number is already programmed in; feel free to add any numbers you want. You can give the number to your wife so she can get a hold of you." Bull nodded. "Any questions?"
"Not at this time, Sir."
"You'll need to cut the Sir crap or the guys will give you shit. It's not that we don't all appreciate the respect, but we are all of different backgrounds and we'll have a war on our hands as to whom the higher rank is. In this place, the highest rank is Ranger; he's our CO here."
"Understood," Bull told him.
Tank took Bull down to the basement and to a steel door. Swiping his badge, he looked back, "This is our gun range. You'll be required to log three hours a week in here. Tomorrow, you'll qualify to carry. Once you pass, then you'll be registered with a piece. By chance have a permit to carry?"
"I have a permit to carry multiple types of weapons," Bull responded but not giving away any more information.
Tank showed Bull the gym and explained the exercise requirements, before moving onto show him the rest of the complex. He told him when to report in the morning, and then showed him where he could park his vehicle. Knowing there was nothing left to do, Tank let Bull go home for the rest of the day.
OOO
Bull pulled into his driveway and smiled when he saw Silky's car in the garage. She was bending over into the trunk when he walked up and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him.
"Ahh, shit, Jer. Don't scare me like that," she scolded him as she turned around in his embrace and gave him a welcome home kiss.
"Sorry, Silky. I didn't mean to startle you, but you looked so damn fine bending over like that. You're lucky the garage door was open, or I'd have my dick buried in you right now."
Silky bit his bottom lip, "Don't tease me," she smiled.
Bull slapped Silky on her ass before he grabbed the rest of the grocery bags, "What are we fixing for dinner?"
She shut the trunk and followed him into the house. "I have stuff for stuffed mushrooms or we can have steaks on the grill. Your call," she told him as she began putting groceries away.
Bull looked at his wife, "I got a job today."
"Oh Jer, that's wonderful news," she cheered as she walked around the island to give him a hug.
Taking her in his arms, Bull picked her up and sat her on the countertop. His hands easily slipped under her shirt and he began massaging her nipples through her bra. Her teeth raked across his pulse point on his neck and he growled, squeezing her breast.
Lowering his head, he sucked where her neck met her shoulder and he heard her whimper. He knew he'd found the spot when her hands began working to get his sweater off. His hands went to her jeans and popped the button. Lifting her up in his right arm, he used his left to push her pants out of the way. As he sat her bare ass on the edge of the counter, her hands found his snap and zipper and her legs pushed his pants down to the floor.
In the blink of an eye, she found herself filled with her husband's cock. He pulled out and rammed back in with such force, that she was sure she'd fly over the counter to the other side, but his hands had a steady grip on her body; she wasn't going anywhere.
Silky wrapped her legs around his waist as he picked her up. Walking over to the wall, he positioned her body so he could use his hands for other means. Slamming himself into her over and over, he knew she was about to come. He could hear her moans get louder, he could feel her insides get wetter, and her muscles began to convulse around his cock.
"Are you ready baby?" he whispered in her ear.
"Yes, please. Let me come, Jer. Let me come all over you, please," she whimpered.
Bull reached down and squeezed her clit between his finger and thumb. He felt her body convulse in his arms as her heat spilled all around him. He held on as long as he could, but when she screamed his name, he lost all control and spilled his seed inside her.
Sliding down to the floor, he held his wife in his lap while their breathing calmed down. Looking up at him, she blushed when she felt him twitch inside, "That was amazing," she whispered, "Thank you."
Tucking a strand of her long brown curly hair behind her ear, he looked into her blue eyes and smiled, "Thank you, Silky."
OOO
After dinner was done, dishes were cleared, and the kitchen was cleaned up, Bull reached for his wife's hand. "Come, let's go sit in the hot tub for a little bit."
Never one to resist the hot tub, she nodded, and followed her husband. Settling down between his legs, she rested her head back on his chest and played with his wedding ring. "Can you believe we did it? We really got married?"
"I always knew we would someday. You've been mine since the day I met you on leave all those years ago. I told you that day you were it for me."
She smiled at the memory, "Yeah, I thought for sure you'd go off to save the world and come back either with a wife and child, or you'd come back changed. I never expected you to come back and still want me."
"No one else would ever put up with me the way you do. No one else would ever call me on my shit the way you do. You are the best person out there for me," he told her and he began massaging her shoulders.
Leaning her head to the side, she looked up at her husband, "Are you ready to go to bed?"
With a gleam in his eye, he nodded, "Yes, but I'm not ready for sleep yet. I'm still a little hungry." Bull stepped from the hot tub and grabbed a towel. Helping his wife out, he wrapped her in the towel and began to dry her off. Once he was satisfied she was relatively dry, he grabbed a towel for himself and wrapped it around his already drying body. Picking her up, he carried his wife through their house, down the hall, and into their bedroom where he made love to her one more time before sleep took them both.