Married to a SEAL

by Makenna Jameison

  He chuckled to himself, thinking of how Rebecca still wasn’t used to military time. He’d told her he’d meet her at 15:00 just a couple of weeks ago, and she’d assumed he’d meant 5:00 p.m. When he’d called her after waiting twenty minutes, she hadn’t even left the house.

  His single days felt like a million years ago now though. Before he and Rebecca had met, he’d been raising Logan on his own. It was somewhat ironic, because if Logan had to lose a parent, Patrick always had assumed it would’ve been him. His SEAL team was the best at what they did, but not everyone had such a high-risk career.

  His ex-wife had died of cancer though, leaving him to raise Logan on his own. Until he’d spotted Rebecca dining with Alison one night, he hadn’t exactly considered having a serious relationship again. Hell, he’d been on his way to Anchors then to hang out with the guys on the team. Watch them chase after women. As fate would have it, he saw Rebecca down by the beach a couple of days after that.

  And boom.

  The rest was history.

  His gaze flicked over to the front window as he heard a car door shut in the driveway. That was one added bonus of Fridays when he wasn’t deployed—he’d taken to spending the night at Rebecca’s house. Pretty soon they’d be having to explain to the kids why he was in Rebecca’s room at night while Logan slept in the guest bed. Maybe they hadn’t picked up on it quite yet, but kids eventually noticed every damn thing.

  Too much, sometimes.

  Their current living arrangements were a situation he hoped to remedy, soon.

  “Hi, sweetheart,” he said, his voice gruff, as he opened the front door.

  Rebecca smiled, her long brown waves tousling lightly in the breeze. Her floral scent filled the space between them, and his gaze raked over her gray skirt suit, down her shapely legs to the heels she was wearing. Although she might be a buttoned-up, no-nonsense attorney during the day, there was an entirely different side of her that he managed to bring out.

  And hell if he didn’t love every minute of it.

  “Hi. Are the kids asleep?” she asked quietly.

  “For the last half an hour or so,” he said, ducking down to give her a kiss. Even in those sexy heels, she only came up to his shoulder. And hell if he didn’t love her much smaller, feminine size. There was nothing quite like undressing her slowly in the bedroom, then teasing and pleasuring her until she was crying out his name over and over again. “I thought you’d be in later.”

  “Alison was exhausted, so we called it an early night. I told her she should shorten her shifts or rearrange her schedule somehow.”

  “I won’t complain about having you all to myself earlier than expected,” he said, his voice husky.

  She flushed slightly as she walked in, and he grinned. Hell, he’d never seen a woman blush as much as her, and even though they’d been together for a year now, he still loved seeing that reaction. Loved that he could do that to her with a few gruff words and his touch.

  “I missed you,” she said, taking the beer from his hand and setting it on the front table.

  He watched in amusement as her own briefcase fell to the floor, and then Patrick pulled her into his arms. He ducked down for a more thorough kiss, his fingers tangling in her long locks before sliding them down her back and coming to a rest on the curve of her bottom.

  Hell, she was beautiful in the sleek suit she had on. It wasn’t necessarily intended to be sexy, but the way the skirt skimmed over her feminine curves and the tempting way her blouse hugged her breasts had his heartrate accelerating.

  Not to mention his groin tightening.

  “I wish you got off work earlier to come with us,” she said as she pulled back and he reluctantly released her. She peeled off her suit jacket as he retrieved his beer.

  “What kind of girl’s night would that have been?” he joked, taking another long pull of the rich, hoppy brew.

  “Evan could have come, too. It’d be like a double date.”

  “I saw Evan all day long. You’re the one I’m ready to spend some quality alone time with. Preferably in bed.” His lips quirked up as she flushed again. “How was court?”

  “Gave ‘em hell,” she said with a wink.

  Patrick chuckled, his loud laughter filling the front foyer.

  “Shhh, you’ll wake the kids.”

  “Not our kids,” he protested. “They sleep like the dead.”

  “Amen to that. Did you eat yet?” she asked, walking down the hallway toward the kitchen. His gaze lowered to watch the way her hips swished back and forth in that slim skirt as she walked away. The way the fabric hugged her ass was a sight to behold. Hell, she could show up in sweat pants and a tank top and still manage to look sexy as hell, he thought with a smirk.

  Rebecca grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a long sip before sinking down into a chair at the kitchen table.

  Patrick grabbed the chair beside her, stretching his long legs out. “I grabbed something on the way home. I knew you’d already eaten and after hours on the water, I was starving. Are you feeling okay?” he asked, his voice edged with concern as she raised a hand to her forehead.

  “I just felt dizzy for a second.” She closed her eyes briefly then shook her head as if trying to clear it. “I’m fine. I think I’m just tired. I had a long day before I met up with Alison—I skipped lunch, then spent the afternoon prepping and in court.”

  “Want me to go pick up something?”

  “No, no, I’m fine now. I don’t know what that dizzy spell was about. I had crab cakes at the restaurant and those amazing breadsticks that I love. Then we split a strawberry shortcake for dessert.”

  “Strawberry shortcake, huh?”

  “What’s wrong with strawberry shortcake?”

  “Nothing’s wrong with it. I just had this mental image of you, in bed, covered in whipped cream and strawberries.”

  Rebecca raised her eyebrows, a smile playing on her lips. “And what happens next?”

  “The sweetest damn thing I ever imagined.” His lips quirked up again as color rose in her cheeks. “First I feast on the strawberries and whipped cream—and then I feast on you.”

  “Navy SEALs really are prepared for anything, huh? That plan seemed to come out of nowhere. Or was that something you’ve been dreaming up for a while?”

  “I’m prepared to help you out of that suit,” he said with a grin. “I could even carry you to the bedroom if you think you might have another dizzy spell. And the whole strawberries thing was sort of a spur of the moment plan. A plan I’m very much interested in implementing.”

  He rose and hovered over her, loving the flush that spread over her cheeks and the spark of arousal in her eyes as she gazed up at him.

  “Patrick—”

  He ducked down and gripped her slender waist, easily lifting her up and over his shoulder, chuckling as he held her that way, caveman style. “You can’t be too careful,” he admonished as she squealed in surprise. “One brief dizzy spell might require some extensive mouth-to-mouth. I might even need to examine every square inch of you to make sure you’re okay.”

  “And you carrying me around like this is supposed to help?”

  “It’s the quickest way to get you to bedroom, ma’am.”

  His arm locked around her waist held her in place over his shoulder as he turned and purposefully strode out of the kitchen, shutting the light off behind him as he moved down the hall.

  Rebecca laughed as he shifted her into his arms, holding her against his chest. Her breasts rose and fell enticingly beneath her blouse, and his cock hardened. He couldn’t wait to undress her slowly in the bedroom. Then he’d kiss her all over, making her come for him and cry out his name.

  Male pride filled his chest at the way Rebecca always responded to his touch. At the way she yielded to him again and again, crying out in ecstasy as he claimed her.

  It felt like he could never get enough of making love to her, and she was always more than happy to receive his attention.r />
  Patrick set her down in front of the bed, one hand resting on her hip as she wobbled slightly in her heels. Slowly he began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her creamy skin, feeling her tremble at his touch. Her cleavage spilled over the cups of the white lace bra she had on, and as he continued moving down, his knuckles skimming over the soft swell of her stomach, he could see her nipples pebbling. He cupped one breast through the lace, letting his thumb rub back and forth over her nipple, loving the small gasp that escaped her lips.

  He ducked lower and kissed her, his tongue demanding entrance as he backed her toward her bed. His thumb rubbed over her nipple again, and she moaned against him. Parted her lips as his tongue thrust inside. She was probably already wet with arousal now, so ready for him, and he was dying to part her creamy thighs and taste her. Tease her. Kiss her intimately until she was crying out his name.

  “Where’s the zipper?” he asked gruffly, his hands roaming over her backside as he attempted to take off her skirt.

  “On the side,” she said, breathless, reaching over and sliding it down. He clumsily tried to assist, and her skirt pooled at her feet an instant later, revealing sexy lace panties that matched her bra. Her creamy flesh was a sight to behold, and with her brown waves cascading around her, she looked like a goddess sent to tempt and torment him.

  And she was his.

  Patrick lifted her into his arms, palming her ass through her lace panties as her legs wrapped around his waist. Slender arms wound their way around his neck, and her full breasts were pressing against his chest. He groaned as he felt her hot center rubbing up against his erection. The heels from her shoes dug into the backs of his thighs, but he needed her closer.

  Wanted all of her.

  His erection strained against his pants, and he longed to pull it free and sink into her inviting warmth. To thrust into her until they were both crying out their release.

  He lifted her slightly, rubbing her core against his thick length, and she gasped.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he muttered. “I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

  Patrick lay her on the bed, coming down on top of her as she squealed in surprise. His teeth grazed her neck as she arched up against him.

  “Take this off,” she said, pulling at his camouflage shirt.

  “Be right back,” he ground out as he stood, his voice thick with arousal. He unbuttoned his shirt as he crossed the bedroom, tossing it onto the ground. He’d collect it later, but right now he was a man on a mission.

  The light from the fridge lit up the dark kitchen as he pulled open the door and peered inside. “Thank God,” he muttered, grabbing the can of whipped cream from the door. He intended to lick every inch of Rebecca’s smooth skin, spreading the delicious white cream over his favorite parts.

  Her gorgeous breasts.

  Her smooth stomach.

  And that sweet spot between her thighs, where he loved to touch, taste, and pleasure her.

  With a few long strides, he was back in Rebecca’s bedroom, thanking God there was a lock on the door. No sense in chancing their kids walking in on this particular sexcapade.

  He crossed the room as he stalked toward her, admiring her wearing nothing but skimpy lace and those goddamn heels. Her hooded gaze ran over the muscles of his chest and torso. Met his searing gaze.

  Pride swelled within him, and his cock hardened impossibly more. “I come bearing gifts,” he said, his voice gravel. The corner of his lips quirked up as she focused on what he was holding.

  A sly smile crossed her lips. “Is that for me to lick off of you?” she teased, more playful than usual. “I can be very thorough.”

  “Maybe you’ll get a chance later,” he conceded, his pulse pounding with adrenaline. “But right now, you’re all mine. And I plan to savor every single inch of you.”

  Rebecca sat up in bed as he squirted some whipped cream onto his index finger, intending to brush it across her lips, but she surprised him, grabbing hold of his muscular hand in her much more delicate one and licking the whipped cream off his finger before closing her mouth over it.

  His cock strained painfully against his pants as she teasingly sucked on his finger, gazing at him with smoldering eyes.

  Holy hell.

  The sight of her lips around his finger had him imagining all sorts of other scenarios. And not the PG sort.

  He gently extricated his finger from her lips and kissed her, reaching around to unfasten her bra. Her breasts spilled out as the lacy material fell, and then he was lowering her onto the bed again. Gazing at all that soft, feminine skin. She squealed in surprise as the cool whipped cream coated her nipples, but his lips soon followed, laving up the sweet confection from one breast before sucking the tender bud into his mouth.

  She gasped and bucked up against him, and his hand cupped her sex, already drenched with arousal, which he could feel even through her lace panties. She was so ripe and ready for him, but he was determined to take things slowly tonight. To drive her completely out of her mind.

  He slowly caressed her mound as he flicked his tongue against her nipple, and then his fingers slipped inside her lace panties, enjoying the feel of her soft, silken folds. Moaning, she parted her legs for him, still wearing those come-fuck-me heels. Patrick ran a thick finger up her slit, through her arousal, and caressed her clitoris.

  “Patrick!” she cried out, arching her breasts toward him. He laved attention on her other breast, lapping up the remaining whipped cream and then grazing her turgid nipple with his teeth. His finger moved faster over her sensitized clit, and she cried out, bucking up off the bed, looking erotic as hell in only her lace panties and heels.

  Her breasts bounced as he gazed down at her, and then he captured her cries with his mouth. A moment later he was pulling his straining erection free, and after tugging her drenched panties down her smooth legs, he was pushing inside her.

  Right where he fucking belonged.

  Her tight heat clenched down around his throbbing erection, still spasming from the orgasm he’d already given her. He sank in balls deep, groaning as he tried to go slow. She was so goddamn tight it felt like pure heaven. And then he was thrusting, pumping into her as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

  Pulling him closer.

  Refusing to let him go.

  He raised her hands above her head, holding them in in place as she whimpered and bucked against him. A few deep thrusts and she came again, squeezing him tightly with her silken walls, crying out her release.

  He thrust faster, harder.

  Felt her sex milking his hard shaft.

  And then his balls tightened and he grunted out his own release, spurting hot seed inside of her.

  “I love you,” she murmured as his orgasm finally ended and he gazed into her eyes. With her cheeks flushed, eyes wide, and lips parted, she was the prettiest damn thing he’d ever seen.

  “I love you, too,” he said, his voice gravel.

  He rolled onto his back, pulling Rebecca on top of him, still buried instead her tight channel. His arms tightened as she lay sprawled on top of him, holding her close. Minutes later they were both sound asleep.

  Chapter 3

  REBECCA AWOKE THE NEXT morning to sunlight coming in through the slats of the blinds and the scent of bacon sizzling. She rubbed her eyes, glancing over at the clock on the nightstand. The numbers read 8:04, and she did a double take, looking at it again in disbelief. The last time she’d slept that late was...college? Not even during Law School, because she’d had so much work to do. And never in the past few years because she’d had first a baby, then toddler, then preschool aged daughter filled with endless energy.

  Patrick no doubt would’ve been up early as usual, but for her to sleep this late?

  It never happened.

  Her silk robe was lying on the bed next to her, and she smiled.

  Patrick.

  Even though the kids were clearly in the kitchen with him having breakfast, she was relieved
. Waking up to two little ones standing at the bed wondering why she was buck naked under the covers wouldn’t be her first choice of how to get up in the morning.

  And she’d been completely out after Patrick had woken her in the middle of the night for a second round of lovemaking. She’d fallen asleep right on top of him, and there’d been something erotic as hell at waking up to him still buried inside her, his muscular hands running over her bare back and bottom, his cock rock-hard inside of her. As soon as she’d moaned in pleasure, moving slightly above him, he’d been gliding in and out of her still-slickened walls. Easing her up and down his shaft. They’d drowsily made love as he’d given her several more orgasms and then drifted back to sleep, entwined in one another’s arms.

  Goodness.

  She wanted to blush just thinking about all the times he’d made her come again and again last night. At how she’d cried out his name in the darkness. He’d always been insatiable, and heavens if she didn’t love all the attention he gave her. Both in the bedroom and out.

  He was protective and possessive with her but always managed to also make her feel completely cherished and adored. She blushed just thinking about the different ways he’d commanded her body, taking control of their lovemaking as his muscular body dominated hers, making her cry out his name in sheer ecstasy.

  She’d never felt that way with another man before—so completely lost in him. He’d have her breathless and pleading within minutes, and he’d just be getting started.

  He made her feel beautiful, like he couldn’t ever get enough of making love to her.

  The whipped cream had been somewhat unexpected, she thought with a blush, and she knew she’d be embarrassed anytime she ever bought a can again.

  Funny how the most innocent of treats could turn decidedly more erotic in the bedroom.

  The sound of a pan crashing to the floor in the kitchen got her attention, and she slipped on her robe. After pulling on a clean pair of panties, she tied the sash tightly and wandered down the hall toward the kitchen.