Read Brock: A Bad Boy Romance Online
Authors: Amy Kyle
I’m cumming…I’m cumming…I’m…CUMMMMMMMMINNNNG.” Julie had already been close by Nina’s mouth, but John fucking deep inside her was the final and last straw.
This of course initiated a chain reaction and John was barely able to pull free of Julie’s greedy little cunt. He looked to Nina and saw that she was getting into position with her mouth open on top of Julie’s stomach. John aimed and felt like a month’s worth of creamy goodness was now coming out of him. It wasn’t, as explosive as the first one up against the house, but it was quite satisfying for all concerned.
Julie was the first one to leave and she met Michael on the other side of the doorway, where he took her hand and dragged her upstairs and into the bedroom.
Nina and john heard the bedsprings and smiled, before leaving and going back to her place for a marathon sex session that lasted all weekend.
Nina soon found out that she was pregnant and they were both over the Moon with the news. Even her child was tickled pink by the prospect of having a sibling. They were a real family and John had decided to take a step back from his duty to his country. He was still consulting, but he did not have to take any unnecessary risks. He found enjoyment in the most mundane things and when he finally saw his son, he became a father from the moment that the kid wrapped his little hand around his finger.
Nina was happy and to think it all started by taking advice from her best friend to go to a grocery store.
THE END
Trent Jonas was a rough and tough Navy Seal. He loved the military. But in his love life he could use a bit of help. Maybe it was like Kimberly had told him once.
“You love the military more than anything. Perhaps if you loved me like you did it, I would be happy.” She had told him in their last fight.
She had left him that day. It had broken his heart. He really had loved her. But that was over 20 years ago now. The sad thing for Trent was that he hadn’t found love again. Perhaps that was because Kimberly had left a hole in his heart.
Or maybe it was because she was right. He wanted to spend 30 years in the military and retire. If he could he’d spend even longer than that. However, he had already been informed that after 30 years they would retire him.
It was the danger, he was addicted to the missions they undertook. He loved how the adrenaline pumped through his veins. Knowing that this might be the last time he was alive on the face of Earth never bugged him.
That carefree attitude with his own life had been something that had drove Kimberly mad too.
“What about how I feel when you go out on a mission? Have you ever thought that maybe I want you to come back in one piece? Trent he’s telling you to say your last goodbyes, this is dangerous. You do get that right?” She had cried.
He had been heading to Iraq for a secret mission at that point. It was ver y dangerous and his commander had warned him to say his last goodbyes to everyone just in case.
“I’ll be just fine babe.” He remembered trying to console her.
“No you just don’t care if you come back or not. There is a difference between that and your comment. I’ll be just fine babe? You say it every time. Last time Timmy got shot during the mission. You remember that? He pushed you out of the way, or it would have been you.” Kimberly had been hysterical by this time.
Trent didn’t know what to say. She had hit on the truth. He really didn’t care if he came back or not. It was part of his duty. If he had to die for his country, he was okay with it.
That had also been the last mission they were together. She had left him after he came back home. Trent was happy she had at least stuck around until then.
He really had loved her. After Kimberly he had shut off his heart. Made it protected. Not that he skipped having sex. But it was easy for him to hook up for the night.
“You know women love a man in uniform!” He chuckled out loud. “Why are you thinking of Kimberly right now?” He asked himself. Usually this would happen when he was feeling lonely.
There were times he wished he would have paid more attention to what she was saying. Would have taken them more seriously, changed how he acted when he left for a mission. But he couldn’t go back and change those things now.
After she left he had gone down into a hole for a bit. He had started to drink some after work, and had even stopped working out. But all it took to get him back into the zone was another mission.
However, now 20 years after he had watched her walk out the door. It was only 2 years more until he would retire. Be kicked out of the military he loved so much. Sure he could be a recruiter if he wanted, but where was the fun in that?
It wouldn’t be the same as going on the missions they often were sent on. Like those missions that he had a 50-50 shot of coming back alive, if he was lucky. Sometimes that was a high number and their chances of survival were a lot less.
In 2 years he would have to give it all up. He was looking at a life that would be lonely in more than one ways. Even if he stayed in as a recruiter, which wasn’t even a guarantee. That life that he had gotten used to for the last 28 years was coming to an end. He was sad and with this feeling came the temptation to pick up the bottle once more.
Trent didn’t know if he would be able to put it down again if he did. The last time he had come close to collapsing inside of that bottle and never getting out. Thankfully a dangerous mission had come up. It had invigorated him from the moment he learned they were scheduled to leave.
With only 12 hours’ notice he had barely enough time to sober up before the mission. They had almost lost a man that time too, and it would have been his fault. If he hadn’t been so damn drunk for the past 5 months he would have been sharp.
Trent shook his head. “Fucking Kimberly it’s all her fault.”
He looked down. “No I can’t blame this on her at all. If I had just let myself love her more I wouldn’t be alone right now. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him and he had let her go. His own stupidity had made him want the danger more than the love. He had chased the wrong addiction at the time and he was paying for it now.
“I want to be addicted to love.” He laughed, as he listened to the Robert Palmer song of the same name.
It had been one of her favorite songs. Trent muttered out loud. “No wonder you’ve never found love, you’ve held onto her for all these years.”
Well he did have a point there. But he had just clicked with her in so many ways. She had also been military. Not a Seal, but she was a security specialist. “Man she looked hot in that uniform!” He closed his eyes remembering her as she was the very first time they had met.
A smile came on his face as he saw it clearly, like it was yesterday.
“Sir I’m sorry you left your badge somewhere. But I need to see it to allow you in the building.” Kimberly had said to him.
“Are you kidding me? Call them and ask them who I am. Get verification and then let me in with your badge.” He had stared her down.
He had to give it to her she had spunk. Trent had never seen her before; she must have just gotten assigned here. “Look Seaman.” He looked down at her nametag. “Seaman Sanks, I realize you’re new here and you don’t want to get into trouble. But you won’t I’m Petty Officer Jonas I’ll sign any paperwork to make sure you don’t get into trouble.” Trent said to her.
She had looked at him. Studied him to make sure he wasn’t just feeding her a line. Though she could easily see his rank and name he knew how some Commanders were. The security Commander had the reputation of being a real dick to the new people.
“No you know what I know you’re Commander. I’ll go and get my badge. He’s too much of a dick to deal with!” Trent had turned to leave.
He had heard her giggle. She sounded like she was trying to hold it back. When he turned to look at her, she had lost it in a full blown laugh.
Shaking her head she picked up the phone on the desk and called upstairs. The next thing Trent knew he was being let inside. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience sir.”
It took him a month before he finally asked her out one morning. Every day they would chat a bit more and learn something about the other. Trent found her not only intelligent, but sexy!
She stood 5’ 7” tall and her brown hair was often in place. But the best times were when it wasn’t staying up in place and there would be a few strands hanging loose. Trent would tell her about it. As a warning so she could fix it. Some of the other officers were stricter about those types of regulations. As far as Trent was concerned the strands of hair looked too sexy he just wanted all of her hair down.
These fantasies of his had taken place quite often until he had finally gotten up the nerve to ask her out.
“Seaman Sanks I think we’ve learned a lot about each other in the past few weeks.” Trent had begun.
“Yes sir I think your right.” She had nodded her head in agreement.
Trent had given her a quick look. She never called him sir, not unless someone else was coming. He saw her head nod up to her right.
“Captain, good morning sir, how are you today?” He had stood at attention.
“Good morning, how are you both today? He had asked.
“Fine sir, thank you very much.” They had answered in unison.
After he was in the door they had both busted out laughing. The Captain had given them both the strangest look as he went in the door. They could both tell he had wanted to know what they were talking about. The Captain was one of the biggest gossips they had ever met.
“So Kimberly as I was saying. Will you go out to dinner with me tonight?” Trent had finally asked. The words were out now if she would just say yes.
“Yes I’d like that a lot Trent.” She had answered.
Trent had smiled it had made his day. Hell his year and his life all in one moment. He had liked what he had learned about her in the past few weeks.
She was a military brat, her father had been a Colonel in the Air Force when he retired, and her eyes were the greenest emerald’s he’d ever seen. With her brown hair it made her a beauty.
Trent was sure if she had wanted she could have made it as a model. But she had wanted to join the military. Since she was the only kid she had wanted to continue a tradition that had been in their family for the past 7 generations.
He thought that made her a very special person. He was sure she had been told about her looks her whole life. She had probably even been approached by someone asking her to model.
So the fact that instead she went into the military as a security special, it made her amazing in his eyes. Trent was also a military brat; his father had retired as a General.
Trent thought back to that night and how it had ended. He wanted to take her to bed. Wanted to touch her body, but she had refused. “I’m not that type of girl. You have to date me a few times. Then and only then if I decide I want to go to bed with you we may; or I may make you wait until we are married!”
His head had spun around so quickly when she said that. He saw the smile on her face and knew that at least part of the statement was false. However, she was serious about tonight.
It didn’t take long for him to take her on enough dates to bed her. About five dates later they were in his bedroom and Trent was looking at her wonderfully naked body.
She was lean and she had some of the nicest breasts he’d ever seen. They were perfectly round and a 38 D. The perfect size, at least in his eyes they were. He devoured them with mouth. Sucking on her nipples as he played with her pussy, Trent loved to watch her body squirm in pleasure.
He had gone down on her more than once. But the first time she had screamed so loudly he was worried the next door neighbors had heard her. Trent never was certain, but after that they neighbors would often whisper to each other and chuckle when they saw Trent and Kimberly together.
When it came to her mouth and wrapping it around his cock, she had been an expert. Trent remembered many a time when he was getting ready to walk out the door on a mission. She would stop him and right there at the front door would blow his doors off and suck his cock. He would walk out the door so relaxed that if a car would have hit him. Well he’d be a happy man at death!
“So it was really her fault I walked out the door not caring!” He laughed. Trent knew that was a lie. He had gone often with the wrong attitude. He had never thought about how she had felt when he left. Now he could admit it.
“All because you couldn’t let yourself love her.” He muttered to himself.
Though he wasn’t sure what had made him the way he was he had some ideas. He thought back to his childhood. His mother had been distant from him. Trent had always tried to please her, to get her to look at him. As a young boy he didn’t understand what postpartum depression was. He had no idea that his mother was suffering from it.
For so many years he had tried to please her and just get her to say “I love you” to him. But she wouldn’t do it. No matter how many times he had said it to her. She would just look at him and not say anything or cry.
Trent still hurt from what he thought was rejection at the time. But he didn’t realize it was just her mind that was messing with her. It would be years after her suicide that he would find her diary.
He had sat down and read it for a day. In it he could see how hurt she had been at the time. How much the depression had messed with her as a person? It didn’t help that his father had never taken her to the doctor. If she would have been medicated maybe she would still be alive today. “Maybe she would have said she loved me.” Trent said aloud.
There was no use on dwelling on his past too much. If he only thought about sad things he would soon pick up the bottle and start drowning his sorrows. That wasn’t what he wanted to happen.
Trent needed to focus on his life after 2 years. What would he do? He had to leave it all behind, everything he loved. The only thing he loved that was left.
“Fuck this I need to go workout.” Trent headed off to his home gym. Getting on the treadmill he turned up the speed to 6.5 and ran. He pushed the button that turned on the music. The room was filled with “Bohemian Rhapsody”.
Trent sang along as he ran. He was in good enough shape that he could belt out the song and still not breathe hard while running. The exercise and music went well together. It pumped him up and soon the bad thoughts were gone out of his head.
He was itching to get out on another mission too. So when his phone rang about half an hour later with the news he loved to hear. “Pack your bags Jonas we got a live one!”