Hot SEALs: Revealing Love

by Maryann Jordan

  “What can we do to make sure that doesn’t happen?” Sabrina asked.

  Bart grinned, confessing, “Well, we’ve made sure he won’t be taking advantage of Nonnie or Mrs. Sewell.” Seeing Jude and Sabrina’s questioning expressions, he added, “Luke has hacked into their bank and investments accounts and…um…let’s just say there’s a hold right now.”

  Sabrina’s eyebrows shot upward in surprise. “Is that legal?”

  “Cuz, you don’t need to worry about that. Just focus on your part tomorrow,” Bart said, with a laugh.

  Huffing, she rolled her eyes. “I’ve got this. Even if I have to bite my tongue the whole time, I’ll play my part perfectly.”

  Jude, wanting to move forward in the planning, said, “Jack said you’d have some equipment for me?”

  Back to business, Bart leaned forward pulling open the small duffel bag he had carried inside with him. He pulled out equipment that was familiar to Jude and completely foreign to Sabrina. “Here’s a wireless device for video recording. You’ll wear this to the meeting and it will not only record the conversation, but we’ll be listening and watching it as well. Keep him talking. Keep him at ease. At our meeting yesterday we discussed the psychology of the con-artist. He’s smart and he’ll pick up on someone who doubts what he’s doing.” Bart cast a stern look at Sabrina, saying, “So you gotta convince him that whatever granddad’s telling him is the most important thing to you.”

  She nodded, understanding what her cousin was saying. “I can do this. Knowing how important this is for Nonnie, I’ll be perfect. I promise.”

  With a nod, Bart continued. “Right. Okay, what we need is for Nastelli to give us company names. Specifics. Not just talk in general terms, ‘cause there’s nothing wrong with that. If he’s actually hustling to get money into phony companies that he has titles to, then we’ve got him for fraud.”

  Both Jude and Sabrina nodded their agreement.

  “And while you two are getting evidence recorded from whatever Nastelli is revealing,” he said sarcastically, “I’ll be at his place, seeing what I can discover!”

  At that, Sabrina’s eyebrows shot up once more. “Now I know that’s not legal!” She glanced at Jude and when she saw his unsurprised expression, she realized that however Bart did his job, it must be what was expected. And that’s what Jude will be doing if he works for one of the investigation businesses. She lost track of what the two men were discussing for a moment as she pondered Jude’s new career. Glancing back over at his face, she watched as he listened attentively to Bart. Focused. His expression grim, but intent. And his eyes…she could see the interest and life in his eyes. This is what he was meant to do. The SEALs first…and now this.

  “Babe?” Jude said, drawing her out of her reverie.

  “Sorry,” she said, blinking rapidly. “I was lost in thought.”

  “You okay?” Jude asked gently, pulling her body back into his.

  Smiling, first at him and then Bart, she said, “Yeah. I was just…um…well, to be honest, I was thinking about the job that you two are doing. Kind of…unusual…but you both seem to enjoy it.”

  “Hell, yeah,” Bart replied. “I love the investigation side of what I do and Jude’s a natural.” Bart leaned back, taking a pull on his beer. “And when it’s personal like this…it’s a fuckin’ great feeling taking down some asshole who’s hurting someone you care about.”

  Bart reached back into his bag and pulled out a small, flat disk. I talked to Jack and since you’re involved, and while we hope nothing bad will happen, we’ve got a tracer for you to wear.”

  “A tracer?”

  “Yeah, this way we can find you if anything goes wrong.” Seeing her wide eyes looking up in fear, he quickly said, “Jude’ll be right outside of Nonnie’s house, so nothing can happen. But I’d rather be safe than sorry.”

  “Hell, yeah,” Jude agreed.

  “Now, I just need some kind of necklace that this will attach to. Do you have a pendant that’ll work?”

  Sabrina’s mind quickly ran through the necklaces she owned but could not come up with one that would fit the tracer disc.

  “Here, babe. Use this,” Jude insisted, pulling his St. Jude medallion from around his neck.

  Bart stared at the necklace for a moment, surprise in his expression, then shook his head, taking it from Jude’s hands. Quickly attaching the tracer, he handed it back to Jude, who slipped it over Sabrina’s head and settled the medallion between her breasts.

  “The Patron Saint of the impossible?” she asked softly.

  Chuckling, Jude replied, “Yeah. I’m beginning to think that now that you’re back in my life, nothing’s impossible.”

  The trio sat in companionable silence for a minute, sipping their beers, each to their own thoughts, before Bart spoke again. “My parents were solid. My dad is like granddad—smart, intuitive, and worked hard in what he knew he could do. Mom is more emotional, but dad keeps her grounded. I miss granddad like crazy, but I know it’s nothing compared to what Nonnie feels.” He took another sip, letting his memories slide over him. “I can’t stand the idea that someone is trying to hurt her using granddad’s memory.”

  Sabrina leaned forward, placing her hand on his leg. “I know, Bart. I feel the same.”

  Bart pinned Jude with a stare, saying, “I deal in what I can investigate and this mumbo-jumbo shit that Nastelli’s got Nonnie believing? Not for me, and it makes my blood boil that someone can pretend to talk to the dead to take advantage of others who still grieve. If I could shut down every psychic, medium, mind-reader, bogus shit-head con-artist, I would!”

  “Don’t hold anything back, cousin!” Sabrina laughed, easing the tension.

  Shaking his head, Bart chuckled. “Yeah, guess I get a little carried away.”

  “No worries, man,” Jude acknowledged. “But we’ve got this for tomorrow. You get into his place, I’ll be outside of Arlene’s watching and listening while Sabrina gets him talking and recorded. And hopefully, after tomorrow, Nastelli will go down!”

  With a nod between the three, they settled back in their seats, finally able to enjoy the afternoon.

  Chapter 8

  Jude seemed pre-occupied that evening, so Sabrina was determined to give him some space. She wandered back into the kitchen to grab a beer for him and a glass of wine for her. Her eyes glanced to the refrigerator door, covered in photographs she had printed of the two of them, taken ever since they had met. Even when just friends, she had been determined to record their relationship. We don’t have kids yet and I’ve already decorated the refrigerator! Kids. Oh, God, I hope he wants kids.

  Remembering the first time she lay eyes on him, her mind drifted back in time. Tall, muscular, blue-grey eyes, and oh, so handsome. Her cousin had wanted to meet up with his former commander and they were invited to a backyard party. The yard was filled with SEALs and there was no shortage of tall, handsome, and very sexy. Even her gorgeous, blond cousin was every woman’s fantasy. But for her, as soon as her eyes hit Jude’s, she was lost.

  As he had walked over, she needed to lean her head back to keep her gaze on his face. But it wasn’t just his face I was looking at. He had been in the process of pulling his t-shirt over his head. His ripped abs were lick-worthy as they led down to his low-slung cargo shorts. She remembered thinking as he pulled his shirt back down what a waste it was to keep that chest covered.

  She could tell he was interested but quickly ascertained that his reticence was because she was with Bart. As soon as she could, she had let it be known Bart was her cousin. And in no time at all, Jude staked his claim.

  Inseparable between his missions, she was more than willing to wait for him whenever he got home. When he was injured, she was not sure they would survive as he continually pushed her away, but she refused to give up on him or on them.

  Lost in thought, she jumped when his arms encircled her waist from behind. Squeaking, she whirled around, a smile quickly replacing her surprise.

>   “Who were you expecting?” he joked.

  “You are so quiet, you can be quite the sneak,” she said as he pulled her body closer. As her breasts pressed into his chest, she gently rocked her hips forward, feeling his erection against her pelvis.

  “I was wondering what you were so preoccupied with earlier, but now it seems as though you have worked out all your demons,” she giggled, her arms tightening around his waist.

  Leaning back to look into her face, he said, “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to be poor company.”

  “Anything you want to talk about?” she offered.

  With another push of his erection against her body, he admitted, “Not right now. Only one thing on my mind now.” With that, he leaned down and took her mouth. The kiss started slow, tasting the wine on her lips. As he took the kiss deeper, he swallowed her moan as his tongue explored the warm crevices. Her arms lifted above her head as he moved his hands to the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to the kitchen floor.

  Her hands went to her tight, black yoga pants, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and sliding them down as far as she could without letting go of the kiss. Kicking her legs back and forth, she managed to release her pants and panties, letting them fall onto the floor next to her blouse. Next she reached for his belt, but he pulled away.

  “Uh unh,” he said. “I was such poor company earlier I’m making it up to you now. This is about you.” With that, he lifted her up on the kitchen counter then slid his hands up her back, unsnapping her bra. It also landed on the floor.

  She watched as he dipped his head, kissing his way from her lips to her earlobe, then down where her pulse beat erratically in her neck. She leaned back, propping herself up with her hands on the counter behind her, thrusting her naked breasts forward.

  Not one to turn down an invitation from his beautiful girlfriend, he latched onto one nipple pulling it hard into his mouth. Alternating between sucking, licking, and nipping gently with his teeth, he had her squirming on the counter, desperate to have him buried deep inside of her.

  Moaning, she grabbed his shoulders pulling his face away from her breasts, and shouted, “Jude! Stop playing and get to business!”

  Grinning his panty melting grin, he fussed, “Now, now, darlin’. You have to be patient.”

  He slid his hands down her legs to her cute blue-painted toenails and threw her legs over his shoulders. Blue, he grinned. That’s a new color. Kneeling down, his face at her core, all thoughts of her pretty toes left his head as his hands pulled her forward so that her pussy was right on the edge of the counter.

  “This, babe, is the prize,” he said, licking her before nipping at her clit.

  “Oh, my God,” she moaned once more. “DBO!”

  He stopped for a moment, looking up at her face in confusion. “DBO?”

  She dropped her head back down, smiling into his face. “Yeah, honey. It’s what you do to me all the time. Death by orgasm.”

  Laughing, he nodded, saying, “DBO. I like it.”

  “Well, so do I, so get back to it sailor-boy,” she demanded.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he agreed, dropping back down to plunge his tongue into her wet folds. While his tongue worked magic between her legs, his hands moved upwards, lifting and palming her full breasts.

  He loved her natural breasts from the first time he saw her in the sundress. It seemed that an unusual number of the women hanging around in the bars near the Naval base had implants. He had not minded at the time. As far as he was concerned, boobs were boobs. But once he had his hands on hers, nothing else would do. Sabrina’s perfect C-cup? Fuckin’ beautiful!

  Within a few minutes, she was squirming on the counter, begging for her release. He moved up to suck her clit deeply while pinching both nipples. With a scream, she threw her head back and cried out his name as the orgasm overtook her. The electric shocks jolted from her pussy outwards, leaving her limp and breathless.

  Grinning in male satisfaction, Jude stood back up and licked his lips, wet from her juices. Picking her up in his arms, he carried her toward the bedroom. Thank God I can do this again, remembering the time not too long ago when he was unable to lift her and walk. That simple act alone was one of the reasons he pushed himself so hard in physical therapy, even after knowing that he would not be returning to his team.

  He debated on whether or not to toss her onto the bed or lay her down gently, but before he could make up his mind, she grabbed his cheeks, pulling him in, latching onto his lips.

  Plunging her tongue into his mouth, she dove in tasting the essence of both of them. His arms could not let go of her luscious body, so the decision was made as he lay her down on the bed, his body covering hers.

  “You have on entirely too many clothes,” she mumbled between kisses, trying to lift his shirt.

  Nipping her lips, he stood up from the bed and lifted his shirt over his head. She leaned up on her elbows and watched as the muscles in his abs and arms moved. He was perfectly sculpted—an Adonis of a man.

  He slid his belt out of his jeans and watched as her eyes lit up once his fingers began unzipping. Dropping his pants and boxers, he palmed his engorged cock. “You want this, babe?”

  Her gaze, which had not wavered from his hips, shot up as she looked into his face. Smiling, she nodded. “Oh, yeah. You know I do.”

  “What do you want me to do with this?” he teased.

  Licking her lips, she debated whether she wanted to take him in her mouth or have him deep inside. The need for him buried was overpowering, so she replied, “Just fuck me, please.”

  “Darlin’, you don’t have to beg,” he grinned as he leaned over her. Grasping her legs in his hands, he lifted her knees back toward her as he moved in for the perfect angle. Setting his cock at her entrance he pushed to the hilt, the feel of her tight pussy grabbing his cock almost undoing him immediately. Using his ability to control his body from years as a SEAL, he forced himself to enjoy the ride and make sure she came again.

  She watched him with hooded eyes, his chest muscles moving with each thrust. His powerful arms held himself above her, his smooth shoulders held tightly in her grip. It did not take long in this position, where she was so exposed. Every thrust ground his pelvis against her sensitive clit and she swore she was about to fly apart.

  His gaze dropped from her flushed face to her breasts, bouncing with each thrust, to where their bodies were joined. He heard the noises she made when her orgasm was about to overtake her and he lifted his gaze back to her face, a satisfied smile on his lips.

  Her head slammed back onto the mattress as he shifted once more on her clit and cried out in pleasure as the electric jolt sent tremors throughout her body. As he leaned down and grasped a distended nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, she felt the orgasm last longer than she ever remembered. Just when she did not imagine she could take any more, she felt him elongate inside and knew that he was about to follow her in bliss.

  With his neck muscles corded and veins standing out, he roared through his orgasm, thrusting over and over until the last drop had been wrung out of him. Falling down to her side, he gathered her in his arms. Chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat.

  It took several minutes for either one of them to speak, their sated bodies lying on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs.

  As the euphoria slowly passed and their heart rates slowed, he gently moved out of bed with her in his arms. Carrying her to the bathroom, he cleaned her off before carrying her back. Tucking her into his side, they lay in the dark room, the moon casting shadows all around.

  After a few minutes, Sabrina asked, “Sweetie?”

  “Right here, babe.”

  “Can you tell me what you were thinking earlier?”

  A moment of silence passed and she began to think that he was not going to answer.

  Sucking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he said, “I was thinking about my job.”

  She stayed silent, knowing he needed to t
ake his time to let her know what he was thinking. She knew he was dissatisfied at work and just wanted him to be happy.

  “I’ve lived near the beach for a long time. This was my fun place, my career, and my calling. As a SEAL, it was where I wanted to be. But, babe, I’ve been thinking lately that maybe it was time to get away from the beach.”

  Confusion spread across her face. “Like a vacation?” she asked.

  “No, more like a permanent move.”

  “What?” she said, sitting up quickly, drawing the sheet up to cover herself. “You want to leave? You want to move away from me?” Her voice rose with each word.

  “No, no!” he said, scooting up against the headboard and turning on the bedside lamp so he could see her face clearly. Gathering her into his arms, he settled her against his body, his arms enveloping her. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean I wanted to move away from you. I just thought maybe we could move somewhere else and start over. A place where I’m not constantly reminded what I don’t have and, well…somewhere you don’t have to always deal with your grandmother.”

  She could not help but bite her lip in thought. She loved Nonnie, but her grandmother would often remark to Sabrina that she did not need to work, still thinking that her interest in interior design was more of a hobby than a career. Jude knew that she longed to break away from the constricting viewpoint that Nonnie expressed. He always said he did not care that her family had money, after all, she lived off of her own salary.

  He noticed she was quiet, so he lifted her so she was straddling his lap. “Babe, you get me, don’t you? This has nothing to do with you. This is me, feeling like I need a break from always running into SEALs and that’s exactly what I would be doing if I stayed at my job or if I go work for Jon at GAPS.”

  She nodded her understanding and asked, “So what would you like to do? Or where would you like to go?”