SEAL'd Trust (Brotherhood of SEAL'd Hearts)

by Gabi Moore

  I watched as one tear rolled quickly down her cheek.

  “Kate, I’m sorry—”

  “Let me finish. I want you to understand. You told me about all those things you had to do on deployment; about how horrible it was and how it traumatized you for so long… but then you came home. That was there and this is here, right? Well, my trauma follows me, Max. Every time I kiss you, I’m there again. Every time you touch me, I’m reminded of things I’ve spent so long trying to forget. You’ve left the weapons behind, but for Derek, everything was a weapon. His body was a weapon. His words. His gifts. Love isn’t something that just fixes shit, Max. Love was the things that broke it all in the first place.”

  I had never seen her so impassioned about anything.

  “Do you understand? Do you get that the more of this you do,” she gestured to the documents, “the harder it is for me to trust you? I know it’s fucked up. I know I’m fucked up. And that’s precisely why I knew that I wasn’t ready for another relationship. Look you’re… you’re wonderful. Too wonderful in fact,” here she lifted her eyes to mine and peered at me through her tears. I wanted nothing more than to grab her and kiss them away.

  “And so now you give me this property, and then what? The thing is, Max, I don’t know what a good guy looks like. I don’t know what it feels like to be in a good relationship. Clearly, my instincts haven’t served me all that well till now, have they? I don’t trust myself to know what’s good for me anymore. And experience tells me that things like this always come before someone trying to screw me over.”

  “Just take it then. No obligation. Break up with me if you want to. Or sell it and go home.”

  She blinked a few tears away.

  “If you don’t trust me,” I said, “do what you need to until you do trust me. I told you it’s not a gift. You don’t have to do anything in exchange for it, I just want you to have it.”

  She narrowed her eyes at me.

  “That’s crazy.”

  “Yeah, it is. But I’m …I have feelings for you Kate. And this is what I want. Believe me, I’m no stranger to working for the things you want in life. I’m patient; I can wait a long fucking time. If you need time, take it. If you want to slow down, we can slow down. I just…”

  Here I couldn’t help my own voice from wavering. I hadn’t intended to get this emotional.

  “You’re on my mind all the time…” I whispered.

  The air between us suddenly seemed heavier somehow. It seemed like it would be the easiest thing in the world to just reach out and touch her, to just press into that perfect body of hers. But I wanted her to come to me.

  Silence.

  “You’re a good person, Max,” she said at last.

  All at once the only thing I could think about was what was under her clothing. I gave in and took a step towards her, and slowly, so slowly it felt like we were both underwater, my fingertips went to touch her forearm. By now, my body had done so many delicious things to her body I felt like I knew her backwards and forwards, inside and out. And yet that slightest touch of my skin against hers was so wildly erotic it was like static electricity crackled between us. I had had countless sleepless nights worrying about her disappearing forever, and now the thrill of her being literally in my reach was overwhelming. It was only a few short moments of surrender to have us both tumbling into one another’s arms, and then I couldn’t stop myself, and she responded to me instantly, lifting hungry lips to mine for a kiss that felt so long overdue it almost hurt.

  Her back banged hard into the kitchen cabinets and she gasped as I kissed her deeply, unable to hold back. My hands flew all over her body, down the curves of her hips, up her smooth belly, all along the wonderful swoops and arcs of her pale neck and shoulders, down again to her hips and then her thighs…

  “I’ve missed you,” she gasped quietly, and I kissed her before the words were fully from her gorgeous lips, and she kept her lips parted and panting as I kissed her cheeks, trailed my greedy lips all over her chin, down her throat.

  “Kate, I fucking love you,” I moaned. “Don’t go. Please don’t go,” I said and I felt her hot little body shudder in my grasp.

  I didn’t need any more encouragement. I wanted her so badly I felt like I was going to explode there and then. I pressed firm hands into her flesh, pawing at her desperately, unable to touch her enough with just my two hands. I yanked up the hem of her cotton shirt and trailed hungry fingertips on the smooth inch of skin there above the waistband of her pants.

  “Take it off,” I said, and was surprised at my tone. I was even more surprised at how quickly she responded. Her tongue still locked with mine, her little body still arching and writhing like a snake against mine, she began to wriggle off her clothing. My cock strained hard but in a second her little hands had pulled down my pants and released a swollen rod which she instantly ground her hips into in appreciation. What a fucking little minx she was, when she really got into it.

  We dropped our manners and feasted on one another’s bodies like we had been starved, without care for what was in our way or what underwear had to be pulled and yanked and torn to get at the warm and familiar flesh underneath. I spun her around and knocked over a pepper grinder in the process, but it was nothing compared to the loud clanging of my heart in my chest.

  “Come to the bedroom with me,” she said into my mouth, half kissing, half biting me, her hands clawing eagerly at my back and pulling me deeper in.

  “I can’t wait,” I said and pulled her now naked body against mine, feeling her silky-smooth stomach pressing against the hard length of my cock. I’m a man of principles. But fuck did this woman make me want to throw them all out the window. She made me feel wild.

  I slipped my hands under her arms and hoisted her up, and she easily lifted her knees to clasp round my waist, knotting her feet behind my back. Holding her up like this split her legs wide and let that full, soaked slit I had missed so much press warm against my abs. My stiff cock bounced between the perfect globes of her pert ass as I held her firm round the waist. She wrapped her arms round my neck and kissed me with an urgency that had me throbbing in response down below. She had never been so abandoned with me before. And I had never wanted it so badly before. I wanted her to surrender completely, to give me all of herself, every last wet, quivering, gasping little part of her.

  Her lips still sinking deliciously into mine, she reached down behind me and began to stroke my cock, writhing against me and toying, teasing those warm folds against me… I couldn’t stand it any longer; I clasped her hips hard and brought her body down onto me, so the swollen tip of my dick plunged straight into her. She cried out and then shuddered down onto me, collapsing her pretty cheek against my shoulder and squeezing her eyes tight. Gravity spared her nothing, and in no time at all that warm little hole engulfed me completely and I was inside her. I staggered forward and then pinned her against the cupboards again, and, with her hips solidly supported, I could pull back and thrust in again, her entire body weight coming down hard onto that one dirty point, over and over again.

  With each shuddering push upwards she released more and more tension until I felt like her whole body had melted onto mine around one delicious hot spot. Her legs flopped loose around me but she was impaled on my dick and pinned hard against the cabinet behind her. Her mouth went slack, her eyes rolled back and a deep, animalistic groan came from her lips. Hearing that just did something to me.

  “Fuck, Kate…” I growled.

  “Yes…” she whispered, rolling her hips again and again into mine for one deep, syrupy thrust after another, stirring up so much mind-numbing ecstasy I felt my knees growing weak.

  We whimpered there together into one another’s mouths, unable to stop the maddening rhythm we’d found against one another. I pounded into her and her hips banged hard against the cabinet, rattling the doors. I dug my toes into the cold tiles beneath me and dug my fingers into the yielding flesh of her tight little hips, her waist, her a
ss… in turn she held onto me for dear life, held clean off the floor and unable to do anything about my cock in her except open further and further to it.

  I fucked her faster. A glorious haze fell down over both of us. I lowered my hands to scoop her up from underneath, and pulled her legs higher up still, till her knees were almost pressed to my shoulders. With each plunge I spread her legs wide and burrowed deeper into her, sure that some magic somewhere far inside that gorgeous of hers was setting me on fire, pushing me closer to that edge with every second. She was panting and whispering in my ear, just one long, dazed series of swear words: fuck Max, oh god, oh fuck, shit, yes, I’m gonna, I’m oh… fuck…

  I paid no attention to the burning sensation in my thighs as I held her pinned to the cabinet like that. I didn’t care about the abuse we were dishing out to the poor cabinet or what we had knocked off the counter. I just wanted to be in her, as far as I could go, and to fuck her so hard she screamed.

  “Max… Max, I love you too,” she whimpered and the end of that whimper snagged on the deepest thrust yet so it turned into one long, juicy yelp. She was fucking coming. She clenched so hard around my neck and squeezed me so firmly between her thighs she nearly winded me. Though her whole body froze and tightened around me, inside she was rippling and fluttering like crazy, till I felt something unspeakably plush and warm inside her burst. She stopped breathing in my arms and only the faintest shiver continued in her hips. It was like she was possessed. Rivers of hot liquid gushed from inside her and doused me everywhere, leaving her to shudder in recovery, sliding halfway down the sweat-soaked cabinet like she’d passed out.

  “Kate… fuck you’re so beautiful,” I murmured and then I was right up close to the edge and then I was over it, in free fall, coming hard right behind her. The first wave hit me hard and the second came soon after, till I succumbed and burst into her, filling her deep, deep inside with cum.

  My knees buckled under me and I folded down to the ground, bringing her soaking body with me till I was on the floor and she was flopped onto my lap, her legs loose and limp on the kitchen tiles. A clear puddle surrounded us. Gradually, she started to breathe again, and opened her eyes to look at me. They were full of sparkles, those eyes, and looking nakedly at me, straight into my soul. I had no words. I was so spent, so exhausted that I could do nothing but press trembling lips to her temples and hold them there.

  I slid out of her with some effort and we both looked down, amazed, at how coated in sweat we both were. Her little pussy was the best thing I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t help but gently stroke the parted slit with the edge of my thumb now, still not quite believing that her body could do so many magical things. I had reached so deep into her, and fucked her harder than I ever had. My cock flopped over heavy and wet onto my thigh. We sighed together and came back to earth, greeting one another with little touches again, to the lips, to the neck.

  “Please stay, Kate,” I said once last time, as if there was any doubt about what I needed from her the most right now. Her only response was to press her cheek to mine and hold me.

  Chapter 18 - Kate

  I looked at the tractor tire in front of me and could only laugh.

  “You sure about this?” I said.

  “Of course. Trust me,” he said with a cheeky grin and went over to give it a kick.

  “So they just haul this thing up and down a few times? I’ll never understand men,” I said and returned his grin.

  “Wanna see?”

  I laughed.

  “You’re going to lift this nasty dirty thing right now?”

  “Well, not lift it exactly, more like turn it over till it’s on the other end of the gym.” His smile was so bright and easy I couldn’t help but smile along with him. Sometimes I swear Max was just a giant kid, getting up to mischief. He certainly liked a… shall I say physical challenge, that’s for sure.

  I leant against the wall, put one heel up against it and crossed my arms.

  “Oh yeah? Prove it,” I said. His face came alive.

  “Done,” he said and knelt down to put his hands under it.

  “Wait! Take your shirt off first.”

  He raised his eyebrow at me, paused for a moment and then peeled off his shirt, all the while keeping eye contact.

  “That’s better.”

  He crouched down, gave a theatrical grunt and then straightened up, pulling the giant tire on its end. In a second he pushed it over again and it flopped down loudly on its other side. He continued like this, muscles popping and face growing red, till the tire was indeed all the way over at the other end of my brand spanking new gym. He flung it down, wiped the sweat from his brow and gave me a triumphant look.

  “See?”

  I tilted my head and looked at him, feigning boredom.

  “Oh, I don’t know honey, I think it looked better over there,” I said and pointed to where it had just been, my other finger twirling around a lock of hair. He raced towards me and I squealed as he picked me up and spun me around.

  “You’re pretty strong for a girl but I’m not afraid to wrestle you,” he said and plonked me down giggling on my feet.

  I gave him a full, easy kiss and then smiled at him.

  “Are we really doing this?” I said at last, then looked all around us.

  “We? Baby this is all you. I’m just the muscles around here.”

  I eyed him up and down.

  “You certainly are. Now put your shirt on before the city council decides to fine me for keeping a wild animal on the premises.”

  The new gym still needed a lot of work, but every day we left here it was in better shape than when we came in. We made a good team. We just …fit together. He walked off to fetch his shirt but I grabbed his arm and pulled him close to me.

  “Well, there’s no rush,” I said.

  I could read him like a book. I was beginning to recognize that look he gave me, that look that made everything else feel like it didn’t exist for a second. That look that still made my heart leap in my chest, because I knew exactly what it meant.

  He took a few slow steps towards me, reached his hand for my waist and pressed me to him.

  “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” he said.

  “Insatiable? I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I cooed and trailed my hand down over the soft fuzz that led from his navel and down into his soft cotton track pants. I hooked my finger on the elastic there and pulled it back slightly before letting it snap back again.

  “Oh, you know what I’m talking about. I’ve seen you on those mats from time to time, you have a lot of …stamina,” he said and dipped his head low to kiss me. I rose up to meet his kiss and it was soft and sweet and wavering.

  “You’ve been spying on me?”

  “Spying on you? When you’re teaching your self-defense class in your stretchy grey yoga pants and your pink shirt? Me? Never,” he said, and I giggled. “Anyway, you’re the one who’s the voyeur around here, remember?”

  I giggled again. It was our longest running joke – that I was a closet peeping Tom and one day, when somebody asked us how we met, he was going to tell them it all started the day I decided to ogle him through his living room windows. I didn’t tell him that some days I still passed by those hedges, just on the off chance he was there again, mostly naked and with the curtains open a crack. It was mad of me, I know, but I had been toying with the idea of asking him to do something naughty like that with me again, once the craziness with the new gym died down a little. Maybe, I could be the one giving a show this time…

  He leaned in for another kiss and I savored this one a little more.

  “If you’re going to keep kissing me like that,” I moaned, feeling my body spark alive.

  Soon he had me pinned against the wall, but gently, and I rose to my toes to meet his soft lips against mine, lacing my fingertips over the back of his broad neck. He pressed the length of his body full against mine, making sure I felt that thick bulge in h
is pants. I loved that devilish little smile on his face as he watched me enjoy it, and grind my hips back into his in eager response.

  “Right here?” I whispered, and I felt an instant knot of juicy wet pleasure bloom between my legs. He pressed the hardening tip of his cock against me through his pants and smiled softly. “Yes, right …here,” he said and his hands held me snug round my waist with each slow thrust. I laughed.

  “No, dummy, I mean here, in the gym.”

  He swept away the hair from my collarbones and planted some growly kisses onto the skin there.

  “Oh yes, baby, I’m going to give it to you right in your gym,” he said and I couldn’t help laughing.

  I collapsed into a deep, warm caress and kissed him, but pulled back.

  “Seriously though? Here? Are we allowed?”

  He gave me an amused look.

  “Well, you tell me. You’re the boss,” he said and dropped his head for more kisses.

  I still couldn’t believe it. I owned a brand new gym in prime location in the city. I was set to launch in less than a week and it was going to be amazing. And best of all, I had the affection and support of a man so wonderful I had to pinch myself sometimes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. There was nothing that could make this moment any better. Well, except for one thing…

  I trailed my hand up to the to of his head and gently pushed, bringing him to his knees. A big grin appeared on his handsome face and he kissed my belly and hipbones on his way down.

  “Ah I see, yes ma’am, an undersea surveillance mission, my specialty,” he said, and he wasted no time in peeling open the front of my jeans and sliding them off my hips. I pressed my back into the wall, dropped my weight a little and spread my legs. There was something wildly thrilling about seeing a man who usually towered above me kneel in front of me, all six and a half foot of him. He smoothed his hands over my belly, the tops of my thighs and then slinked my panties down and bunched them with my jeans on the floor, leaving me perfectly exposed from the waist down.