At Her SEAL's Command (SEALs of Roseville, Book One)

by Selena Blake

  “Relax,” he ordered softly and then finished removing his clothes.

  She brought her arms down to rest on her belly and once again he was mesmerized by the intricate pattern gracing her skin. His chest swelled at the site of her, bound and waiting so patiently for him.

  Reya might not be submissive outside the bedroom but inside, she happily followed his lead. He should have known…he had known, deep down.

  “I don’t understand why you think you’re not a Dom anymore.”

  “I—”

  “You’re good at it. Really, really good at it.”

  He pulled a condom from the nightstand and tossed it next to her hip. “Thank you.”

  It wasn’t that he didn’t think he was a Dom; he’d always been take charge, leading the way. He’d enjoyed pushing women to the brink in the bedroom. And yes, he got a thrill out of tying them up in elegant patterns.

  All those lessons in knots came in handy.

  But he didn’t need a sub, he didn’t need—

  “You’ve always dominated my thoughts, D.” Her voice was soft, far away as if she was lost in thought. “This is how you take control?”

  Curiosity and hope filled her question.

  He nodded, not trusting his voice or sure of what to say.

  “Then don’t give it up. You can have a normal life and be a Dom too.”

  “But—”

  She was right of course. Being a Dom didn’t mean you lived an abnormal life. Carlos was marrying Shoshanna and he wasn’t the only Dom Dylan knew who was married and in a committed, normal relationship with two point five kids and a picket fence.

  Her acceptance showed in her warm eyes and it burst toward him like a ray of sunshine, bright and consuming.

  Kneeling next to her, he ran a hand from her mound up her stomach between her breasts.

  “I love you, Reya. I think I always have.”

  Her smile widened and tears gathered in her eyes. It was just the reaction he’d secretly hoped for but never admitted to himself.

  “I love you too.”

  “As a brother?” he teased.

  She shook her head and cringed. “I’ve never thought of you as my brother. Not even as my brother’s best friend because you’ve always been my friend too.”

  It was his turn to smile.

  “Speaking of… and since there’s complete honesty between us—”

  “Good,” she inserted.

  “Teo’s retiring from the SEALs.”

  Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. Then the tears fell, rolling down her cheeks. She rolled toward him, burying her face against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.

  “Finally,” she whispered. “I’m so happy.”

  “I’m sorry I kept the news from you. He asked me to keep his confidence and as his friend, as his brother I had to.”

  “I know,” she said easily and stretched back to look him in the eye. “I get it.”

  “Honesty between us is more important. You’re more important.”

  Her gasp said it all.

  She struggled to get to his lips and he met her half way. Rolling her to her back, he kissed her like he’d always wanted to. Completely, thoroughly but leisurely. Slow and sweet turned to hot and fast pretty quick though.

  Even with her arms bound and trapped between them, she did plenty of touching of her own. And when her cool fingers wrapped around his cock, he broke away. She kept her hands locked around his dick, stroking and squeezing him to the point of no return.

  Sucking in a deep breath, he stilled her hands.

  “Feeling okay?” he asked, partly to give him time and partly to make sure she still had circulation. “Fingers all right?”

  “Perfect.”

  Seemed their kiss had gotten her engine humming again. The look in her eyes was pure sex.

  Holy fuck.

  She’d never looked at him like that before. Like she was ready to devour him. Heat scorched over the back of his neck and he reached for the condom.

  Sheathed and ready, he laid on his back.

  “You’re on top, gorgeous.”

  He wanted to see her breasts as she rode him. The V of her arms plumped them together and he flicked a thumb over her left nipple as he helped her straddle his hips.

  “Damn, you’re gorgeous.”

  “Mmm…” She smiled down at him as she ground her wet pussy against his cock. “Flattery will get you everywhere Mr. Harper.”

  “I’m right where I want to be.”

  She stilled and gaze down at him. Hands braced against his abs, she leaned forward until her lips were a tantalizing inch from his. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

  “How about I’m in love with you?”

  She closed her eyes for a moment and her inky black lashes rested against her cheeks. “Yeah, that might top it.”

  “Ride me, Reya.”

  Her smile went from sweet to seductive in a flash. “Gladly.”

  Straightening, she lifted and reached for his cock. Hands on her hips, he helped steady and guide her as she sank down, impaling herself one inch at a time. Her wet heat welcomed him home and when she was seated fully they both breathed a sigh of relief.

  But she didn’t give him long to collect his self-control. Hands splayed against his chest, she shimmied her hips, working his cock in and out in tiny movements that had him flexing his fingers into her hips.

  She kept it up, had no mercy as she made love to him. He loved that she kept her eyes locked with his, adding one more point of connection between them. For the moment he was more than happy to let her lead.

  As he watched her rise and fall over his cock, her breasts bouncing in time and the glazed look of desire in her eyes, he smiled. He’d been right about everything. Her, them.

  “What are you smiling about?” she asked, breathless.

  “You. Us. I was right.”

  “Oh yeah?” She quickened the pace and he met her thrust for thrust.

  “Yep. Finally realized that all the indecision that’s been driving me mad for months wasn’t indecision at all.”

  Her brows rose in question.

  “It was destiny. I was simply waiting for you to get home.”

  He’d been putting off plans so that he was in the right place at the right time when Reya’s world collided with his.

  With a quick flick, he released the knot at her wrists and made quick work of removing the ribbon. When she was completely free, he ran his hands up and down her arms, checking her skin carefully while massaging them.

  By the hitch in her breath, he knew she was close. In fact, her inner muscles gripped him tighter each time he thrust upward. The wringing motion was his undoing.

  Reaching between them, he thumbed her clit. The friction set her off and she clenched around him as a sweet little cry tore from her lips. His orgasm swept through him, powerful and consuming. Hands locked at her waist, he thrust one last time as he spent himself.

  She collapsed against his chest and they breathed together. This was what he’d been missing for the last decade of his life. Pleasure, intimacy, Reya.

  He felt her smile against his chest as she hugged him.

  “You’re two for two, Harper.”

  “Give me a few minutes and I’ll take you into the shower and make it three.”

  Laughing softly, she rolled to the side. After he discarded the condom, he snuggled back in bed next to her and she curled against him. Dreams really did come true.

  “So, I’ve been thinking.”

  “About?”

  He trailed his fingertips up and down her spine in a lazy motion. What would it be like to spend every Sunday morning just like this? Blissful.

  “I want to take that job in Switzerland.”

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  Reya held her breath, terrified of what he might say.

  “It’s a good opportunity and I’m just now getting to travel and—”

  “I’ll go with you.” His word
s were even and sure. Relief flooded her.

  “Really?”

  “Sure. The house will be here when we get back. And I’ll get to make love to you in a Swiss chalet. Sounds like a winning plan to me.”

  She rose up on her elbow and kissed him. “You’re sure?”

  “Absolutely.”

  She let out a little squeal as she flopped onto her back. “I can’t wait till Teo calls. I’m going to give him hell about keeping things from me, of course. He’d better not give you a hard time about us.”

  Dylan shifted next to her and trailed a finger between her breasts. She loved that he couldn’t seem to get enough of her, didn’t want to stop touching her. Was she dreaming? Maybe she should pinch herself just to check.

  “He already gave us his blessing,” his deep voice rumbled.

  “What?” Her head swiveled in his direction.

  “Last time we spoke he basically told me to get my head out of my ass and go after you.”

  She laughed. “He told me to get started on making him an uncle. Typical Teo. He set us up. Putting thoughts into our heads.”

  Dylan went still and his finger stopped moving. His gaze zeroed in on her lips.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  She wasn’t convinced.

  “Spill it.”

  “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just imagining you pregnant.”

  “Oh…” the word left her on a sigh.

  The same mental picture filled her mind and her hand trailed down to cover her stomach. “Do you want kids?” she asked.

  “I want kids with your black hair and sweet smile.”

  Put her in a frying pan and call her melted butter.

  “That’s so sweet. I need to kiss you.”

  “Don’t let me stop you.”

  So she did. She launched herself into his arms and kissed him like she’d dreamed of doing for fifteen years. Her seduction plan was a success; she’d given up that silly idea of not being tied down—

  “What are you grinning about? You’re supposed to be kissing me.”

  “I was just thinking about the fact that two weeks ago I was happily living my life, planning on more travel, glad that I wasn’t tied down.”

  “And now?”

  “I’ll happily be tied up by you, Dylan Harper.”

  His gorgeous smile made her heart skip a beat.

  “When you made Paella the other night…my proposal wasn’t the most romantic.”

  She laughed at the memory of them working out the terms of their faux marriage.

  “I meant it, though.” Shifting, he reached for the bedside table and opened the drawer.

  Her brows lifted in surprise and her heart knocked against her ribs like a ping pong ball. Was he—no! Seriously?

  He rolled out of the bed and got down on one knee. A black velvet box lay in the center of his palm, cracked open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring.

  “Marry me, Reya. Love me. Make a life with me.”

  Happy tears rolled down her cheeks.

  “You’re proposing in the buff.”

  His earnest expression disappeared and he laughed softly. “Yes, I am. What’s your answer, gorgeous?”

  “I have one condition.”

  “Name it,” he said without hesitation.

  “You never stop tying me up and driving me wild.”

  “Done.”

  “Yes,” she said simply.

  With a look of complete concentration, he slid the ring onto her finger. Then he kissed the back of her hand.

  The gesture melted her. The tough Navy SEAL was as tender as he was strong, completely in command and yet, she felt like his equal. Actually, she thought looking into his eyes, she felt worshiped.

  Now that she thought about it, she had no idea why she’d ever worried about him becoming a controlling asshole. He was nothing like JerkFace. He’d never been manipulative. And now that she knew the truth of his past, she couldn’t wait for their future.

  “So about that whole child thing…”

  “Yes,” he said rising.

  “They say practice makes perfect.”

  He nodded as he scooped her up. “It’s true. It’s why SEALs are the best at what we do. We practice, practice and practice some more.”

  “So you’re not opposed to, um, practicing for a while?”

  “Honey, I’ll practice with you forever.”

  The End

  Thank You

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you for purchasing At Her SEAL’s Command. I loved writing a twist on the ever popular ‘his best friend’s sister’ story and I hope you enjoyed the journey with Reya and Dylan.

  You may not know it, but I rely heavily on reviews. I use them all the time when making buying decisions and I know my fellow readers do the same. So please take a moment to leave a review where you purchased your copy of At Her SEAL’s Command.

  If you’re interested in Reya’s brother Teo, fear not. He’ll star in a book of his own. It’s time for the match-maker to meet his match, don’t you think?

  Keep reading for the first chapter of his book, Toying With Her SEAL.

  Happy Reading,

  Selena

  Toying With Her SEAL

  It was supposed to be a no-strings, harmless, shortlived, get-the-SEAL-out-of-her-system fling.

  The men in Jillian’s life don’t stick around and she’s come to grips with that. Yet, when one week turns to two and Teo shows no signs of moving on, she can’t help but get her hopes up.

  Teo just got out of long, committed relationship with the military. He has no intention of settling down, no matter how delicious Jillian tastes.

  Except… maybe it’s his retirement or perhaps the holiday cheer, but he can’t get the curvy, brunette coffee shop owner out of his head. And he did promise her a fling…

  Lucky for her, a SEAL never does anything half-assed, especially when it comes to making a woman scream with pleasure.

  Chapter One

  “You've been coming in here three times a week for months.”

  Teo recognized Jillian Moore's voice and glanced up from his computer screen. The gorgeous coffee shop owner had a wide smile that kicked him in the gut and an ass that wouldn't quit.

  Right now she stared at him with electric green eyes that he was reasonably sure were aided by contacts...not that he'd ever ask. A delicate brow was raised in silent question.

  “You keep track of all your customers?” he asked, secretly pleased that she'd been paying so much attention to him and his habits. Weeks ago she'd stopped asking what he wanted.

  He'd step through the door, the bell would ring, she'd glance up from behind the counter and greet him with a sincere hello and a warm smile. That smile was his favorite part of the day. Then, even if there were other customers to be waited on, she'd fit in his cup of coffee and pop a muffin in the toaster oven.

  Between taking care of her other customers, she'd stop by his table, drop off his coffee, ask how he was and then move along. Always smiling, sometimes humming, and looking cute as hell in her vintage pinup dresses.

  “Only the cute ones.”

  Her bald honesty caught him by surprise. It seemed that so many people were cagey or evasive these days. A straight shooter was refreshing and the fact that she looked like a Hollywood starlet from the fifties certainly didn't hurt.

  “Thanks.”

  “You must really like my muffins.”

  His eyes widened. Did she really expect him to admit that?

  The smirk curving her lips said she knew precisely what he was thinking.

  “What can I say? I love a good blueberry muffin.”

  Her lips twitched. Damn he loved that ruby red lipstick. Would she taste as good as she looked? Suddenly it was damn important to find out. He was tempted to tug her onto his lap and do just that. But the bell over the door rang, pulling her attention away.

  “Glad to hear it,” she said before greeting the newcomer, a r
egular named Lester. Then she was back at it, making her rounds, offering everyone a smile and making their day a little brighter.

  “What are you going to ask Santa for this year, young lady?” Lester, who had to be pushing eighty, asked Jill as he waited for his coffee.

  Teo leaned closer, eager for her answer.

  Jill laughed. Damn, Teo loved that sound. So light and effervescent, it went straight through him every time, warming him from the inside out.

  “Same thing I wish for every year, Lester. A white Christmas.”

  Her answer seemed to surprise the old man.

  “Really? You want snow?”

  “I want snow,” Jill said simply.

  “Not jewelry or clothes?”

  “Nope. Just snow.”

  Teo, and it seemed Lester too, was charmed by her answer. As Lester made his way to the door, Jill caught Teo’s eye. She sent him a warm smile and then turned her attention back to her work.

  Lust sizzled through him. Well, if that didn't beat all. The sexual tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, just the way he liked it. His attraction to the sassy brunette had been instant, but his sister had warned him away from the lovely coffee shop owner.

  He hadn’t asked her out, but that hadn’t stopped him from claiming a table several times a week and getting to know her. Reya’d been right on two accounts. Jill was dedicated to her young business, something he’d come to admire and three months ago he hadn’t been in the right headspace to act on his attraction.

  Now that he felt like he had his shit together, he wasn't about to blow his chance to accept the invitation in her eyes.

  Leaving the SEALs had been tough, just as he'd expected. But readjusting to civilian life had been different, harder, and noisier. Hanging out with his sister and Dylan was an absolute delight. The normalcy of Sunday afternoon cookouts with family and friends was a dream, but the nightmares always came at night.

  He hated feeling like he wasn't doing his duty; but honestly, his sanity had been close to snapping. He'd been running at full tilt for well over a decade and a half. Dylan had told him to learn to enjoy the quiet time; they'd earned it. His friend was right, of course. But going from a hard, demanding training schedule and life or death situations to a coffee shop in the burbs was well...weird.