Bastard SEAL: A Bad Boy Forbidden Baby Romance (Contains bonus book Based!) (37 page)

I laughed. “You’re such a devious bitch.”

“I guess. This job, the whole film industry, it’s not easy. It’s all about power and connections. Even making shitty documentaries. Doesn’t matter how pure your intentions are. If you can’t kiss ass and get producers to invest, you’re completely fucked.”

“I guess that’s how you got involved with Cliff.”

“Pretty much. But it looks like I can go make the films I actually want to make now without assholes like him.”

“So we’re done?”

She laughed. “Not yet, but we’re getting there. I’ll still finish your movie. Who knows, I might still get something out of all this.”

“Thanks, Jess. You’ve been a huge pain in my ass, but this really saves me.”

“Sure. Happy to help. I was sick of Cliff’s smug face anyway.”

I laughed and she smiled. It was the first time I had seen a genuine smile from her, and I had to admit that she actually looked pretty attractive. She suddenly seemed light and free and happy.

She nodded once, turned, and walked out.

I was still going to be seeing a lot more of her, but I was hoping something would change. Maybe Cliff was the reason she was constantly hounding me, constantly on edge. Maybe without him pressuring her all the time, we could actually get along.

I wasn’t going to be too optimistic.

As I walked away, shaking my head, I had to formulate a plan. My mother was going to be devastated. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I also didn’t want her to stay with a cheating piece of shit.

I had to talk to Aubrie, I realized. I had to get her opinion. She was the only person I knew that understood the situation.

But more than that, I wanted to be close to her. I had the crazy urge to smell her skin, to kiss her.

Abandoning everything, I walked off to find her.

I
slammed at the paddles
, ignoring the sounds that lit up the machine’s screen. Whenever I watched Lincoln play, he made it seem so easy, like the whole thing was an extension of his body. He did that with the piano too, though ever since we started sleeping together he played that less and less.

It was a distraction from sleep, he had said. The playing calmed him when the dreams got too bad.

I shook my head. I didn’t need to think about him. I had already done more than enough for Lincoln. I didn’t need to remember the way he made my body feel and the way I felt like I was floating when we laughed and joked softly with each other.

The ball rebounded off the paddle, slammed into one of those bouncer thingies, and flew back at me, sailing directly between my flippers. I sighed and smacked the side of the machine, frustrated.

“You have to be gentle with it. Won’t respond to you otherwise.”

I whirled. Lincoln stood leaning against the pool table, grinning at me.

“When did you get in here?”

“Just a minute ago. You’re awful at that.”

“We can’t all spend every free hour playing old games.”

“Maybe not. But you’re like a statue there.”

“Like a statue? Come on, there’s no real strategy to this. You just hit the flippers.”

He laughed and walked over to me.

“I’ll show you.”

“We all know you’re good at it.”

“No, I’ll show
you
how to play. Here.”

He stood behind me and grabbed my hips, positioning me in front of the machine. For half a second, I wanted to push him away, but his hands felt good on my body. I let him gently move me into position, his hands shifting to cover my hands.

“Loosen up, Brie baby.”

“I am loose.”

He laughed and rotated his hips behind me, his dick against my ass.

“Looser. And relax your shoulders.”

“Okay. Fine.” I took a deep breath and tried to relax myself.

“That’s better. Now, hit the start button.”

I pressed it and the metal ball popped into the chamber. He guided my hand toward the metal pull-lever and helped me gently pull it back. We released together, and it smashed forward, propelling the ball into the machine.

“Okay, now keep an eye on it. Stay calm.”

I watched as the ball bounced around the upper portion, scoring points. It suddenly blasted back down toward the flippers.

“Get ready!” he whispered.

Together, we flicked our wrists, catching the ball and hitting it back into the play area.

“Too hard,” he said. “You need to control the motion. The ball is yours. Don’t let it dictate what happens.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“Watch.”

The ball zoomed back down, sliding along the side of the case, coming toward the flipper. Just before it slipped in front of the paddle, he pushed the button and made a wall with the paddle. The ball hit the paddle, bounced, and stopped there.

“See? Control. Keep it loose and control the flow.”

I laughed. “Seems like two opposites. Stay loose and control.”

“They’re not. Not when you know what you’re doing.”

He released the paddle, letting the ball roll a bit, and then flicked his wrist, sending the ball flying into one of the high-scoring portions. We watched as it moved through the machine, numbers rolling along on the screen.

“Loose and controlled. When the flow comes, you flow with it, and you make it go where you want it to go.”

“How’d you learn all this?” I asked.

I felt him shrug against me. It sent tingles rushing down my spine.

“It’s like BASE jumping. You need to be calm, loose, with the flow. If you yank too hard, try too hard to control the wind or whatever, you’ll crash.”

“That’s very Zen of you.”

I could practically feel his grin. “Yeah, a little bit.”

With a sigh, I turned around and faced him. His lips were inches away from mine, and I leaned back slightly over the machine. I heard the ball fall between the paddles, ending the turn. He kept his arms to either side of me, pinning me there.

“Why are you here, Lincoln?”

He smiled. “Can’t I just spend some time with you?”

“I thought we decided that’s dangerous.”

“Yeah. But I like this danger. This danger makes me feel good.”

I looked away. I knew exactly what he was talking about. Being with him felt right, felt good. And the fact that it was a little forbidden made it all that much more exciting.

Except I didn’t want forbidden. I just wanted him.

“Maybe I can’t handle that.”

“You can handle it, Brie baby. We both know that.”

I looked back at his perfect, grinning face. I wanted to slap him and kiss him.

“Let me go.”

He shrugged and took a step back. I walked away, my heart hammering. I could barely control myself, and I needed to put some distance between the two of us. Otherwise, I was going to throw myself at him.

I leaned up against the pool table.

“Is that really why you’re here?”

He sighed. “You really want me to cut to the chase, huh?”

I didn’t. I wanted to spend all day flirting with him. I wanted him to tease me within an inch of losing myself. I wanted him to nudge me over the edge and then I wanted him to bring me slowly back.

“Yeah,” I said instead. “I guess so.”

“Okay. It’s like this.” He paused. “Your dad is cheating on my mom.”

I blinked, taken by surprise. “What?”

“I know of at least one person he’s been with recently.”

“How? Why?” I could barely think. “My dad wouldn’t do that.”

“After all this and you still think your dad is a good person?”

“He’s my dad,” I snapped.

Lincoln frowned. “Sorry. I know, Brie.”

“How do you know he cheated?”

“Jess told me.”

“She’s probably lying. Just trying to stir up shit again.”

“I’m so sorry, Brie. It’s real this time.”

I felt like I was spiraling. “How do you know?”

“She gave me proof. A short video. Cost me a ton of money.”

“Videos can be faked. We know that.”

“Not this one.”

“Wait, you paid for proof of my dad cheating?”

He shook his head. “Not exactly.”

“What exactly then, Lincoln? Why are you doing this?”

I felt tears welling up in my eyes and anger flowing around my body. I didn’t want to cry, and I felt like a child, but I couldn’t help it. I felt like my world was really coming down around me.

“I know this is really hard, but listen. Cliff has been controlling everything ever since my accident. He’s your dad and he always will be, but right now he’s the only thing standing in the way of . . .” He trailed off and looked away.

“In the way of what?”

“Freedom. In the way of being free to do what we want.”

“You’re on parole still.”

“That’ll be over eventually.”

“I don’t understand this,” I said, still reeling.

“I talked to Cliff, and he admitted to pressuring Jess into stirring everything up between us. So I asked if she had any dirt on him, anything I could use to loosen his grip.”

“And she happened to have proof that my dad is a cheater?”

“Yeah. Unfortunately, that’s how it shook out.”

“Fuck,” I said, and sat back on the pool table. “Who is she?”

“Some minor celebrity. I don’t even know if it’s still happening or what. The video I have is from a few months ago.”

“Some minor celebrity,” I repeated. “How old is she?”

“About our age.”

I made a face. “Gross. Why the hell would he do this to Jules? To all of us?”

He took a step closer. “I don’t know.”

“I thought he was in love with her.” I felt like an idiot, but processing the fact that my dad was a cheater was taking a lot more out of me than I could have imagined.

“He probably was, once. But love isn’t about what you want. It’s about what you need.”

“And he doesn’t need Jules,” I said softly.

He shook his head. “It pisses me off too, Brie. But he clearly doesn’t get it.”

“Get what?”

He came closer, less than a foot away.

“You can’t control it. When it happens, you’re fucked. You either control the flow or it consumes you completely.”

“You have to stay relaxed and loose,” I said softly.

“Everyone is wrong. It’s not a fire or something like that. It’s a wave, and you either learn to go with it or you drown.”

“Lincoln . . .” I said, staring at him.

“No. No more, Brie. I’m taking control of the flow now.”

I didn’t respond. I didn’t have to. I didn’t want to say anything that could break whatever was growing between us, hot and heavy and sudden. He reached forward, took my hair loosely in his fist, and crushed my mouth against his.

I opened myself immediately to his kiss, losing my body and mind in the overwhelming flow of his desire. I spread my legs and wrapped them around him, pulling him closer against me. He reached forward and cupped my ass, pulling me tight against his chest as we kissed.

It was what I had been so afraid of for so long, the still-new lightning of his touch. I was afraid it would break me, break us both, but he was right. It wasn’t something that could burn us. It was a wave.

And I wanted to go with it. I wanted him more than anything. I felt the muscles of his chest as his hands squeezed my ass, pressing me even tighter against him. His mouth was insistent and needy as he bit my lip gently.

“Fuck, Lincoln,” I gasped. He kissed my neck.

“I’m done pretending,” he said.

“Me too.”

He reached down and practically tore my shirt over my head. His eyes were intense as he grabbed my breasts. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I can’t stay away from you. I don’t want to.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered.

He kissed my chest and neck and I let out a soft moan. His right hand slowly moved down between my breasts and stomach and slipped down the front of my shorts, gently cupping my warm pussy.

“No, you don’t want to leave at all, do you,” he said, smirking.

“Don’t be an ass,” I gasped as he began to work my clit.

He grabbed my hair again and pulled gently, tugging my chin up.

“You’re mine. You’re going to be mine.”

“Yes,” I gasped as he kissed my neck and continued to work my clit in slow circles.

“And I’m fucking yours. To do with whatever you want.”

His mouth found mine and kissed me hard as his hand deftly worked under my panties, touching my bare, soaking skin. I resisted the urge to writhe in pleasure as he worked my swollen clit with his skillful fingers. They were slightly callused from hours of playing piano, and the hardness of his skin felt incredible rubbing gently over my clit.

“What do you want to do with me?” he whispered in my ear.

“I don’t know,” I gasped.

He pulled my hair slightly harder. “Tell me what you want to do.”

“I want to fuck you. I want to come on your big dick.”

He practically growled as he tore off my bra, working my bare tits with his hands. Suddenly, he pushed me back and tugged my shorts down off my ass. I watched as he pulled his own shirt and shorts off. 

I sat back up and reached for him, grasping his hard dick through his thin cotton boxer briefs. He grinned as he stroked his length, my legs wrapped around him again.

“No more hiding,” he said.

“No,” I agreed.

I slipped my hand down his underwear and grasped his hard dick, stroking his length. He grunted his pleasure and began to stroke my clit, kissing my nipples and chest. I groaned, barely containing myself.

I wanted him. I wanted every part of him, every inch. I couldn’t think about anything but him, but his powerful body and perfect lips.

I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I suddenly pulled away and rotated around, lying on my stomach. I reached forward and yanked his underwear down, revealing his thick cock. I reached forward and slowly slipped it into my mouth.

“Fuck, Brie,” he grunted. “I’ve been thinking about your lips wrapped around me like that . . .”

He trailed off as I began to suck him hard, loving the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue. I worked him that way, my lips wrapped around his length, working him in and out of my mouth. I tried to take him as far as I could, but he was just too big. Instead, I concentrated on the tip, sucking it hard.

He grunted. “Work that cock. Don’t be shy. Make a mess if you have to.”

I licked his length, a thin line of spit rolling down onto the green felt of the pool table, and took him back into my mouth. I kept working his length, not caring what I looked like. All I wanted was him and his taste, his grunts and groans of pleasure ringing in my ears.

Finally, I pulled out and began to stroke his spit-covered dick. I looked up at him, catching my breath.

“Fuck me, Lincoln,” I said.

He grinned and reached down for me, pulling me back and away, turning me around. He tore my panties off with one yank, not even bothering to slide them off.

“I liked those!” I said.

“Too bad. I’ll buy you more.”

I was going to protest, but he buried his face between my legs and began to lick with abandon. 

Panties forgotten, I gripped the end of the table as his tongue licked my clit and worked me, rolling along my folds.

“Holy shit,” I groaned.

His only response was to slip a finger deep inside me as he continued to lick and nibble my swollen clit.

It was too much. I grabbed the back of his head and began to work my hips, practically fucking his mouth, as he continued to lick my clit. I was moaning, but I couldn’t tell how loudly. And I didn’t care at all.

The orgasm hit me like a truck. It came absolutely out of nowhere. It rolled up my legs and sat in my skull, buzzing through my brain and causing every muscle in my body to tense. I grabbed his hair and arched my back, and I must have ripped a chunk of his follicles from his scalp. Neither of us cared.

The orgasm blew through me after a second, and I lay back panting. He stood up, grinning at me.

“Now I can fuck you,” he grunted.

“Oh my god. That was fucking amazing,” I said, half giggling.