The following day with Ghost was a good one.
We spent the first half of the day training. You know, the usual stuff: Going on a run, combat, some shooting drills.
We also reviewed our plan for tomorrow. Once I get in good with Hassan we'll be able to rescue the hostages.
Ghost told me a lot about Farah and the significance she holds with Task Force 141. She wasn't just a friend to the members, but an associate, someone they worked with during a mission against Al-Qatala. Ghost told me she's especially close with Captain Price, which explains his reaction to the news of her capture back at base.
I'm going to have to pull it together for her and 141.
I also created and discussed my course of action on how I will take Hassan out with Ghost.
We've come up with a pretty solid plan.
Once we've made it into Hassan's private quarters I'll need to find some time to isolate him. That means finding a way to distract his guards.
Ghost has an idea for the distraction but hasn't disclosed all the details yet.
After training, Ghost and I spent the rest of the day relaxing and talking.
We talked about us.
We decided to take things slow, with no labels. We aren't boyfriend and girlfriend, just two friends exploring the possibility of a future together.
Don't get me wrong, though. Pretty firm boundaries have been set.
I've made it clear that if he becomes intimate with another woman again then this exploration between us is over, and vice versa. Ghost fully agreed.
I don't know where this will take us, but I know I'm happy where we're at.
For people like Ghost and I, it's incredibly hard to open up and attach ourselves to people, and I think we've surprised ourselves with how easy it's been to do that with each other.
So I'm hopeful, still a little cautious, but hopeful.
Day turns into night and Ghost and I have to go to bed soon to prepare for tomorrow.
"Can I ask you something?"
Ghost nods his head.
"I know I asked you this back at base, but some time has passed. Do you..." I take a deep breath. "Do you think I'm ready? Do you think I can handle the next phases of this mission?" I ask nervously, fidgeting.
I've never been a confident person. Kinda hard to be when you've been told most of your childhood that you're worthless.
I wonder if that's how Ghost sees me...
"I know you're capable of handling this mission," he says assuredly, holding my gaze.
Without hesitation, a big smile appears on my face.
His confidence in me makes me feel confident.
"You should know that too." He smiles at me.
"I do," I tell him.
I don't but I'm going to fake it 'till I make it.
"Whatever happens tomorrow we have each other's backs right?"
"Always," Ghost says.
Ghost grabs my hand to provide some comfort.
He's sweet.
"I've gotten word from the boys. Price says they've located two out of three missiles," he informs me.
"Good. That's really good." My face lights up with hope.
"Has Laswell identified who provided American missiles to Al-Qatala?" I ask, hoping we've discovered a lead.
Ghost shakes his head.
Damn.
"But she's working diligently," he says confidently.
"I bet."
A few moments of silence pass between us.
"Should we head off to bed?"
Ghost nods his head and we make our way.
As we lay there in each other's embrace I feel Ghost's hands roaming my body, making their way to my underwear, he slips them in.
He starts rubbing my clit, lighting a fire in my core.
I start clenching his arm and he takes that as a sign and picks up his pace.
Ghost sits up and takes my clothes off. He then removes his too.
My whole body can't help but radiate from even the slightest touch from him.
I sit up too, pushing Ghost down on the bed, and sitting on top of him.
I want to be in control this time.
With every sexual interaction before Ghost, wanted or unwanted, I was never in control, and that always terrified me.
This time I'm doing things my way.
Ghost is surprised by my shift in demeanor, but I can tell he likes it.
Fuck I forgot how big he is...
Welp, here goes nothing.
I lift myself slightly only to sit back down on his cock.
As I slowly go down, Ghost puts both of his hands on my waist, helping ease me in.
I've never been good at hiding my facial expressions and right now my face says I'm in pain.
"It's going to be alright, sweetheart." He kisses my hand, taking my fingers into his mouth.
He's right.
I keep going.
As I sit on top of him I look down and once again notice his scars.
I like that he has scars. I have some too.
I start riding his cock, my juices dripping onto him.
He feels so good inside of me.
He's the best, and biggest, I've ever had.
I wonder if he's had better than me...probably.
Stop it, Breanna. Don't ruin this because you're insecure.
Ghost starts thrusting into me every time I bounce on his dick.
"Hmm," Ghost grunts deeply.
The look on his face is priceless. Looks like he's ready to come but doesn't want to quite yet. Neither do I.
"What's wrong, love?" He pants out.
"N-nothing," I squeal as I continue riding him.
"It's alright. Come for me," he moans heavily.
And that's exactly what I do. I can't hold it any longer.
Ghost came shortly after that.
"Fucking hell..." He says breathlessly, trying to calm down.
Shit.
Fuck.
He came inside of me...
Shit fuck!
Ghost can see the panic on my face.
"We'll get the morning after. Don't worry," he says a little too nonchalantly for my taste.
Easy for him to say...but I nod my head and try not to worry.
Soon enough we fall asleep and await tomorrow's journey.