Bound & SEAL'D: A Bad Boy Navy SEAL Romance (7 page)

I get up and take my shirt off, walking behind her. My body presses against hers and her skin feels incredible against mine. No words are said. We exchange only our breaths and the expectation of things to come. I gently pull her hair back and her jaw goes upright as I kiss her deeply. Her hands reach behind her body and move toward my belt buckle and my zipper. Both come off and I find myself firm against her. She moans as I rub against the fabric of her panties.

Slowly but surely, those come off too. She lets them hang around her ankles. “Dirty girl,” I moan, kissing her neck.

“Fuck me, sir.” She spreads those gorgeous cheeks of hers and I don’t even need to spit down. She’s so wet that she’s practically dripping. Her thighs are even moist. I kiss her back and thrust inside her.

“Jesus, you’re so tight,” I say, but she’s perfect. The way she wraps around my cock is more than anything I could’ve dreamed of. It doesn’t take long before she’s gyrating against me, pleasuring herself with my thick cock. I tell her “It’s yours to use, baby doll.” And she knows it. She’s taking control, pounding her pussy around my girth.

That’s when the books start falling all around us. They fall and hit the floor, falling as open as she is. Her hand goes from holding the bookshelf to falling on my abs. It trails down to my pelvic bone, down to my prosthetic leg. I look down, still thrusting hard, and I feel her grow wetter around my rigid flesh. That’s when I know she’s open to me. She’s not like the rest of them.

We fall to the floor, on our side, pressing up against each other. Her legs are closed together and, like a flower, I’m forcing open each petal and exploring new territory. We become one like this, between the strained rhythms of our lust and the tight flesh of our bodies. I put a damp finger against her clit and move it around and around, until her mouth falls wide open. My cock moves with pneumatic speed, thrusting inside her and sliding against her g-spot.

She moans “I’m cumming, Colt.” The tone of her voice is erratic, like she just witnessed the return of Jesus Christ or something much bigger. The way she says my name brings goose bumps to my body and I realize I’m about to cum too. “Cum inside me. I’m on the pill,” she says, and I practically lose it.

I feel her tremble and her pussy wraps solid around my cock, tightening and closing, begging for my cum. I feel that click between my legs and the pulse of my orgasm sends waves throughout my body. She’s screaming wildly, mouth open and round, juices spilling around my balls. I pump and I pump, and I pump, until my seed is spilling inside her. I thrust one more time, as deep as I can go and bite at her shoulders. Then we both fall back and lay in our sweat and cum.

I kiss her stomach and groan. “Who are you, Lena Skye? What factory were you made in?”

She laughs and rolls over, placing her hands and head on my chest. “Just another girl, made in heaven,” she says, completely out of breath.

The sun through the window is fading and the birds are chirping wildly. There’s not much time left, that much I know. Soon she’ll be going back home to her sister and I, well, I would be falling asleep alone.
Fuck it.
At least I get to experience this. I can now die a happy man.

As we lay there, the day turning to dusk, I ask her “You don’t think I’m some maniac anymore?”

“I never thought you were a maniac. I just thought you were kind of a jock,” she laughs despite my frown.

“I’ve never played sports in my life. Well, I’ve never been in a league anyway,” I let her know. A jock? Where did people get all these expectations from?

“Really? Never? I was in softball when I was a little girl. My dad signed me up, right before he skipped town. He never saw a game.” The words are out and suddenly I get why she’s still here. She doesn’t know how much of a diamond she really is. She ought to be royalty, like a queen or a princess. Instead, she got some shit end of the stick and never left this small town.

“Nah. I basically didn’t have parents growing up. I mean, they were there, but they didn’t exactly raise me. They were too busy out getting their fix. And when they snapped out of their binges, they railed on me for being a failure. I played football in school though. You know, at recess. That kind of a thing,” I admit. I never told anyone about my parents. Even Bowen only knows bits and pieces of my life growing up. I just feel comfortable with this woman. Lena Skye is like this beautiful godsend. Even if she ditched me now, I would thank the Lord I got a chance to meet her.

“Well, I’m sorry for judging you,” she says. “I guess I’m quick to do that these days. After Elijah.” There’s that name again.
Elijah
. For some reason, it makes me feel queasy hearing the son of a bitch’s name.

“You don’t need to apologize to me, Lena. You have a right to feel protective over yourself. After all, this is your life right? Gotta make it good and weed out all of the assholes,” I say, kissing her forehead. I run my fingers through her hair and let my head fall against the carpet.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

Some silent seconds pass and then I stupidly blurt out “You weren’t freaked out by
it
?” I feel dumb even asking, but the words just come out. “My leg…” I groan and glance down at the carbon fiber material.

“Are you kidding me?” she exclaims, placing her hand around it. I tense up.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m half robot or something. A total freak, you know?” I’m admitting too much too fast.

“I think it’s sexy. You’re one of a kind,” she smiles. Outside the window I suddenly hear the crunching of leaves and twigs. The sound gets closer and closer, until there’s a loud knock at the door. “What the hell?” She jumps up and grabs her clothing, throwing on her jeans.

“Ah, shit. Sorry. I forgot,” I say, shielding her as Bowen walks in.

“Hey, man I got us some bee—
Oh, shit!
Sorry, guys. I, uh. I’ll come back later.” He turns around as Lena fumbles her clothes on. I completely forgot he was coming over tonight. I must’ve lost track of the time.

Lena’s, clearly embarrassed. “It’s fine. I was, um, just leaving. Colt, let’s finish this interview later, okay?” Her face is pink with embarrassment. I’m sitting there, holding my crotch in shock.

“Yeah, I’ll call you,” I say, unable to react properly. She quickly kisses my cheek and leaves in a hurry.

Bowen turns around, laughing to himself like a prick, and glances at my naked ass. I’m grabbing my pants and pulling them on quickly. He says, “Look at you, sly dog. Another day with the Skye girl?” He looks around the room and it’s a complete mess. Books are strewn across the floor, the carpet is littered with our sex. A chair is even turned over somehow, though I don’t remember doing that. “Shit, man. What did you guys do in here?”

“That woman…” I moan and shake my head. He laughs loudly. “I thought I was going to die in Afghanistan. But now I’m pretty sure
she’ll
be the death of me.”

“
S
o are
you like
going
with him now or something?” Julie’s standing over me and giving me this weird sisterly look of approval. I frown and look up at the clouds. We’re both laying on the grass in the backyard. It’s something we’ve always done, since we were little girls. It helps us talk to each other.

“Going? What era are you from anyway?” I laugh and she shrugs awkwardly. “And no, we’re not. I don’t date men.”

“So you’re a lesbian now? Was he that bad? You fucked him like three times, right?” She snorts loudly and makes a gyrating motion with her hips.

“Shut up. We’ve fucked once, okay? And, it was incredible by the way. Completely earth shattering. Those are the only details I’m giving you,” I say. There’s a slight tinge of pride in my voice when I say
earth shattering
.

“So what the fuck’s the problem? He fucks good, treats you right, and he stands up for you. Sounds like the perfect man to me.” She jumps up from the grass and faces me.

“I just don’t need the extra drama right now. Elijah is totally up my ass at work and if he finds out I’m seeing some Navy guy, he’ll flip his shit. I just want peace and quiet, and maybe a little fun,” I say. I don’t think it’s an unreasonable request either. Colt is great. But my life is sort of
extra
right now.

“Suit yourself. I’m gonna get me a man. One of his friends. I’m going to settle down and be one of those Navy wives. You know, always going to barbeques, celebrating the 4
^th
of July at the naval base. That shit is
hot.
Like, real hot.” She makes that gyrating motion with her hips again and falls on the grass laughing.

“You're absolutely insane,” I laugh. “I have to get to writing.” I walk inside as Julie sits knee deep in her fantasies. It’d be nice if she
did
find a good man because it wasn't looking very promising that she'd be paying rent anytime soon. A sugar daddy would mean all the world right about now. I love the girl, but it’s about time she got her shit together.

When I sit inside, cup of coffee next to me at all times, I stare at my laptop screen and the pen and paper I used to take notes during our interview. I have three things I can write about and it's more experiential if anything. Worst of all, there's not too many facts to back it up.

His incredible body, the way he thrust against me, and holds me close to him. I can't get it out of my head. But is all that fun, albeit passionate and totally crazy fun, worth hurting my career over?

The words shine back in my face like falling rockets in the sky: “War is hell.” I like Colt. Really, I do. But it frightens me to think he's internalized all of these things. He's so calm about these experiences. How can anyone who's been shot at be as calm as he is?

I write a rough draft and read it over and over again until my brain feels like it's fried. “Good enough,” I sigh, but I can see how much it’s lacking and I'll most likely have to get more information.

I look out the window and Julie’s gone. I peek out the front door and check the back. Nothing. No note. It's not unusual for her to leave. She's my sister, not a prisoner. She's an adult and can make her own choices. It's just that lately she's been jumping back into alcohol and spending time at The Cat’s Bag, rather than taking that sabbatical she promised me she would take.

Through no fault but my own, I haven't been the caretaker she needs. She needs a single and strong sister, not a wild man-obsessed woman. Not that I was obsessed.

He has been on my mind lately. I can't help it. He's different. He's kind, he's strong, and he
actually
reads. It seems too good to be true and most likely is. So I shake it off. I tell my emotions to back the hell down so I can be a functioning person again.

I close my laptop and call Julie. No answer, which isn't like her. I grab my keys and head to The Cat’s Bag. She's probably fine, but I figure I should be responsible enough to check. After all, it is my “day off.” Whatever that means.

When I get there, the bar is empty. It's so empty that there's a sign on the door that reads “Closed for Lunch.” The door, however, was oddly unlocked. “Come on, Julie. Get your shit together,” I whisper. There's no sign of foul play. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just a few empty glasses and some bottles that needed to be put away. As I start to walk outside, I notice something small that catches my eye in the back corner booth of the room. It's an ash tray and there's a half lit cigarette inside it. Smoke still floats upward in elaborate curls and the filter has my sister’s lipstick on it.

“God damn it,” I sigh and put out the cigarette. I lock up the bar and make sure it's secure before heading back home.
She's fine,
I reason with myself.
She can handle herself.
Though it's a selfish thought, I'm getting real tired of being a walking doormat for everyone in my life. Especially when my name is on the lease of the bar. My credit, my future, my everything is wrapped up in other people. It's time for a change.

I drive home, taking a sharp turn at the intersection in front of me. I pass by the park, the same one my dad used to take us to before leaving us high and dry, and sure enough, Julie is on the park bench, drunk as a skunk.

“Fuck!” I hit my steering wheel. I'm not as mad as I am scared. I'm scared for her well-being. It's starting to take its toll and not in a laughable way.

I quickly park the car and run into the sand. “Julie!” I yell. She’s lying down, barely even breathing. I frantically grab onto her and lift her up, so she’s at least sitting against the back of the bench. “Julie, can you see me? It’s Lena.”

She says nothing. Her eyes are closed shut. “Dammit, it’s your sister,” I say, lightly slapping her face. Anything to make her wake up. Suddenly, she opens her eyes and smiles.

“What the hell do you want?” she asks me. “Can’t you see I’m sleeping?”

“Come on. We have to get you home. You’re way too drunk,” I mutter, throwing her arm over my shoulder. I can barely get her past the bench. “Fuck!” I scream.

There’s no right way to do this. I need all the help I can get, so I pull out my phone and call the only person I know who can help. Colt. And it doesn’t take long for him to answer.

“What’s shakin’, pretty lady?” he asks.

“I need you,” I say, glancing at Julie. She’s now fast asleep again on the bench.

“Wow, already? You got some appetite, don’t you?” he laughs into the receiver.

“Colt, stop it. I’m serious this time. I need your help.” He can sense the urgency in my voice. It’s not like Julie’s dying, but she’s not well either. A second later and she’s puking all over the sidewalk below.

His tone changes. “What is it? I’ll be right there.”

“I’m at Longhill Park. Julie’s shitfaced out of her mind. I need help bringing her home,” I say. “I swear I was keeping an eye on her. I was doing everything I could to keep out of trouble. I turn around for one second and she’s—”

He cuts me off. “It’s alright. You don’t need to apologize to me. I’ll be there in five minutes.” He hangs up the phone and I run back to Julie, who’s now moaning loudly in pain. She must’ve drank a lot because I’ve never seen her like this before. She’s the kind of girl who can knock back five or six beers without feeling a thing. What the hell happened to her?

Colt rides up in his car and jumps out, leaving the engine running. “I brought some water. Most important thing right now is getting her hydrated. She’ll probably puke it all up, but it’s good to introduce it slowly. Once she’s more awake, I’ll give her some of this tomato juice too.”

We take off toward his house and I make sure Julie gets her fluids. “Tomato juice?” I reply, realizing what he just said.

“Yeah. It’s the best cure for dehydration. You drink a full can and get all the electrolytes you need for the day. It helps. Trust me, I lived off that shit in the desert. Well, whenever I could get it.” he smiles and turns the corner. Quickly, we’re driving through his long driveway into the woods.

He parks the car, opens my door, and lifts Julie into his arms. “There we go. Nice and easy. You’re doing great, darling.” She pukes right into his arms.

“Oh my God. Colt, I’m so sorry!” I run to the cabin and open the door. Somehow he’s calmly walking, although his whole shirt is soaked in her vomit. He just sets her down on the couch and laughs.

“Shit, I should’ve seen that one coming. No worries.” He lifts his shirt up over his head and wets a towel. I know I shouldn’t be turned on right now, but the small glimpse of abs I get is enough to get my heart fluttering.

When he comes back into the room, he’s holding a trashcan. “Here. She can puke in this for the time being. She’ll probably be out for most of the day. If you have plans or work, I can take care of her. It’s no problem,” he says. The television inside is on and a few beer cans have been opened. On the screen is a football game and everyone’s cheering on some All-Star quarterback Liam or something. It seems like a big game. I can tell I’m ruining his relaxing day.

“You sure it’s okay that we’re here?” I ask, hesitatingly. “I don’t want to interrupt. I just—”

“It’s completely fine. I was getting really bored of this game anyway. I’m, uh, not much of a football fan, but it’s the only thing on right now,” he laughs.
Thank God,
I think to myself.

He’s wiping his shirtless body with a clean towel and his pecs glisten against the light. When he catches me staring, he laughs to himself and I quickly look away. “There’s juice or beer in the fridge if you want it.” He throws the towel in the other room and says, “Sorry I’m kind of a mess right now. I didn’t realize I’d have two beautiful women in my house to take care of.”

We both look at Julie and she’s smiling with her eyes half open. A big glob of drool is coming out of the side of her mouth. Of course, she’s puking again within seconds. “Well, you know what I mean.”

I laugh and rub my palm against my eyelids. “No, you’re fine. I wouldn’t have asked for help, but it’s been such a tough day.
Ugh
. Everything’s been kind of hard lately, actually.”

I walk over to his fridge and grab a beer, trying to ignore the punch marks all over it. I pop it open, hearing that familiar clicking noise echo off the tall ceiling. He says, “Probably because you met me. I’m kind of bad luck.”

I smile. “Stop fishing for compliments. You’re fine. You’ve helped me a lot and I’m thankful for that. I just don’t like feeling weak, you know?”

“We all can’t be strong every day,” he says, looking at me deeply. “Some days you have to lean on someone you trust.”

Trust.
Do I trust Colt? Part of me does. Another part of me doesn’t trust any man I meet. He’s tried to be good to me, though. I don’t know why I’ve been so hesitant. Maybe it’s because of Elijah. Maybe it’s because I’m my sister’s caretaker. I always feel like I should be the one in charge of helping everyone out, but maybe it’s time I let go and let someone else take the wheel a bit.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right.” I set the can of beer on the table, right on top of a piece of notepaper. A wet ring forms around it. “
Whoops
,” I say to myself, but I can’t help but see the words written.

“I know about Afghanistan?” I say out loud. “What the hell does that mean, Colt?”

He shrugs and gives me a look of perplexity, mixed with a little bit of fear. “Some punks trying to mess with me, most likely.”

“What do you mean some punks? This is weird, Colt. Where did you find this?” I ask, glancing at Julie as she pukes again.

He stretches his arms and sighs. “I came home and my door was open. I thought it might be a break in, but nothing was taken or broken, so I figured I probably just left it open when I went outside. That’s when I found this note taped to my fridge. It’s gotta be some kids playing a prank on me, right?”

I know about Afghanistan.

“Colt, does Bowen know about this?” I ask him, feeling my heart start to beat against my sternum. This is totally freaking me out. Kids didn’t play pranks like this. At least not this deep in the woods.

“Nah. No use in worrying the man. If I tell him, the next thing I know, he’ll be telling his wife and she’ll flip out. She's a wonderful woman, but she's got kids to worry about. Anyway, I don't think this is that big a deal. I've thought it over and I'm just gonna leave it alone,” he says. But the way he’s looking at the note tells me it's not some small thing. Something happened over there and someone’s trying to find out.

“Well, please be careful.” I say, not recognizing my own voice. I sound like my mother or something. Julie starts cracking up, until she realizes she has to puke again.
Gross
.

“What? You starting to feel for me now or something? It isn’t like you to be so involved,” he laughs.

“You're a good friend, Colt. I just don't want to see anything bad happen to you.” I tense up after I say the word
friend
. The way he's looking down, I can tell he's pissed.

“Right. Well, I'm glad I have such a good friend,
pal
.” he says before jumping back in his chair. It's as if he's waiting for me to leave.

Of course, before there's any time to figure any of this out, Julie moans “Where … where’s Elijah?”

All eyes fall on her drunk face. “What did you just say?” I kneel against the couch and lift her face up in my hands. “Julie, what about Elijah? What are you talking about?”

She smiles to herself, looking at us cross-eyed. “He was with me, drinking. We were having a good time. Then he left.
Poof
. Just disappeared. He's not happy with you.” She points at Colt and laughs. “He's so cute. I don't get why you don't like him.”

Colt’s face flashes with anger. I lift my arms up. “I don't know what she's talking about. Honestly, I don't.” He simply shakes his head.
God, this doesn't look good at all. Fucking Julie. This is the last straw.

“Can you just get out of here? I think I need to be alone for a while.” He isn't even looking at me. That word flashes in my mind again:
trust.
Well, all the trust he once had for me has flown right out the fucking window. I guess he had good reason to be mad. I just wish I had a chance to explain. This all was sounding crazy to me too.