I swallowed hard and fought for control. I might not fuck her, but there wasn’t a chance in hell that I was going to be able to keep my mouth off her tits. I was also fascinated with the bush between her thighs. Fuck my dick was hard.
“You’re beautiful.” The smile that broke across her face went to the heart of me and helped ease that knot in my gut. I hadn’t lost her after all thank fuck.
My little Jessie, my babygirl, was all grown up. My mind went from the vision I’d just seen before she snatched the towel up and covered herself; to the first time we’d met.
Jessie and I share a long and sordid history. One that I try not to revisit too often because I don’t like hurting her, and any reminder of the way we met was bound to hurt her in some way. Looking back at it, it was a stroke of luck that I’d been the one to be there that night. I like to think that there was a bit of fate involved there too.
I can’t imagine life without her in it, couldn’t fathom the last nine years being any different. Even when I wasn’t there with her, just knowing she was in my life, that she was mine and only mine, was enough to get me through.
She was my own little good luck charm. The one thing that had gotten me through some of the toughest hellholes in Baghdad, and that was before I knew I was going to make her my woman some day.
I was a young twenty-four year old soldier on leave after coming back from my second stint in the desert, and looking at my third in a few days. That’s where I’d met Lawton. We were both serving in the same platoon, two young upstarts full of piss and vinegar, who’d hit it off right away.
I didn’t have any family to speak of since I’d aged out of the foster care system one month before I joined up years before, so he’d dragged me home with him.
It was in his neck of the woods that my whole life had changed in one hour. We’d only been back one day when something came up and he’d had to make a run somewhere else, leaving me with his family. My own foray to the local liquor store had landed me in the middle of an alternate universe.
There was an old man who was obviously drunk or high, with a young scruffy looking kid tagging along behind him. It was hard to tell whether it was a boy or girl at first. All I saw was an unkempt kid that reminded me of my time on the street.
The kid looked to be about six or seven, but I later found out she was a twelve year old under nourished kid with extremely long lashes, and the most amazing blue-green eyes I’d ever seen on a human being.
Something about her eyes tugged at me even then, and things only got worse for me when the fucker offered to sell her to me for his next pint. I didn’t know if to knock him the fuck out, call the cops, or laugh in his face.
But something in the helpless way she looked at me told me that I was this kid’s only hope in life. I don’t know where I got that conviction, but it was strong and it was real.
The fact that the fucker had all her important paperwork handy in a dingy Ziploc bag, along with a paper bag with a few dirty tops and shorts inside, told me that he was dead serious. He even had a legal enough looking document, that I could sign if I was so inclined. Only this didn’t say he was selling her, but giving her up for adoption.
I knew if it wasn’t me it would be someone else, and that someone else might not be as nice as I am. I shuddered to think what could happen to the young girl at the hands of a predator. I knew they were plenty fucked up individuals in the world. I’d run into my fair share when I was a helpless kid with no one to stand between me, and them.
I gave him the money for a couple pints, hoping one of them would kill his ass, and because I thought she was worth more than the one. I couldn’t see calling the cops and having her put in the system, I’d done that shit and it was a hell I wouldn’t wish on…nah that’s a fucking lie, I would wish that shit on my enemies, fuck them.