The SEAL's Little Virgin: A Naughty Single Father Novel
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Description
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Red and Her Wolfe
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Epilogue
Insider Group
About the Author
The SEAL’s Little Virgin
By
Blythe Reid
Description
I see the way everyone in the bar watches her. Most of the men in the fucking place old enough to be her daddy. Hell, I’m no different.
Except she doesn’t give any of them ‘fuck-me eyes.” Only me.
The sweet little thing better watch herself, or she’s going to find her knees sore, her lips swollen, and her body owned by a big mother fucker like me.
She thinks she can handle herself in the bar, but I wonder how quickly she’d cry out in the bedroom.
After a long couple of years overseas, I want two things.
Time with my son and a long week of being fucked nice and hard by the pretty little virgin down at the base bar that’s finally legal.
I don’t want her to cry Uncle. I want her to cry Daddy.
And she will. Over and over and over again.
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Chapter 1
Trace
I leaned against the railing of the ship, looking over at the city of Coronado with a grin. Bryan stepped up beside me. We were both happy as hell to be home, even if it was just for the weekend.
Talking to my son, Ben, on Skype for the last year wasn’t cutting it, even if I knew he was safe with Mom. She loved him more than anything in the world, and even though his own mother had abandoned him when he was young to run away with another man, Ben was growing up with a loving family.
I met Ben’s mother, Nadia, a few years after I joined the SEALs. It was lust at first sight, and it resulted in an unexpected pregnancy. I did the right thing and married her, assuming that she would be there for our son when I was away on duty.
I found her with another man in our bed when our son was just six years old. Thank fuck I’d been home at that point. I kicked her ass to the curb so I could take custody of our son and give him the life he deserved.
Nadia skipped town soon after, and Mom and I helped Ben through the initial shock of her leaving. Ben was shocked, but it was clear to me that Nadia wasn’t the maternal type from the moment he was born.
To this day, I cursed myself for giving in to her seductive, submissive ways, but without her, I wouldn’t have my son. He was more like me than he was his mother, anyway. He had the same dark eyes and hair and athletic skills that I had growing up. At twelve, his passion was basketball, and Ben played for a talented league as one of the star players. I couldn’t wait to see a game while I was here. I had a few videos and pictures on my phone, but it was never the same as being there, cheering him on in person.
The boat docked, and I grabbed my military issued duffel bag. The sun was low in the sky, but I had plans to have dinner with Mom and Ben tonight, to catch up on everything that was happening. He was growing up too damn fast, and I could barely keep up with the names of all his friends and the girls that he had crushes on these days.
I was looking forward to Mom’s pot roast, my favorite meal of all time, a good conversation, and just a taste of home. It was hard to believe how much I missed it when I was away, which was a lot of the time.
I considered dropping my papers to get out of the Navy after Nadia got pregnant and I knew I had a kid on the way. But I loved my life as a SEAL. I got a big adrenaline rush out of the excitement of the job, as well as the danger. It appealed to my dominant personality to do the things I did for a living.
Once Nadia was gone and Mom was taking care of Ben, I felt okay signing on for a few more years. Dad died eight years ago of a sudden heart attack, and the loss crippled my mom, since they were still madly in love. They had been since they met in high school, setting a good example for me until I hooked up with Nadia and realized that we’d be nothing like them. When she found out that she’d be watching over my son when I was gone, it gave her new life.
I walked across the ramp to the dock with the other guys, and another face crossed my mind.
Embry Darek.
I could see her big, blue eyes in my mind, and they brought a smile to my face. Embry was beautiful and so fucking innocent that it made me want to corrupt her. More than that, though, she was intelligent and genuinely sweet.
She worked at the bar on base, just down from my place. All the guys hung out there on a regular basis. Embry helped her ornery grandpa who owned the place since his own father passed it down. They were a military family through and through, and she knew her shit.
When it was quiet there, I’d had some great conversations about her family, and she told me the stories that she’d heard. It gave me good insight as to how observant she was. She was a lot different than the Nadias of the world, that just wanted a night with a military man to tell all her friends about.
I nodded to Bryan as he headed to a cab, telling him that I’d meet him at the bar later. There was no way in hell I’d miss the chance to see Embry again, since we’d shared that kiss last year before I left.
It had been sudden and came as a shock to both of us. We’d been taking a walk outside to get some fresh air, enjoying one of our conversations. I’d had a few beers, and she let the other bartender try out some new cocktails on her, making her just a little tipsy. She was waiting for her best friend Harper to pick her up for something they had planned, but there was still some time, and she asked me to walk with her.
I couldn’t remember how our lips ended up together initially, but it seemed like she stumbled, and in the process of catching her, we ended up kissing. The heat shot straight to my cock as her soft lips molded against mine, affecting me more than any other kiss in my life.
I slipped my arms around her body, pulling her against me as I tilted my head to deepen the kiss slowly, feeling her out on this. When I left town, Embry was a virgin,
and for that reason, I hadn’t pursued her beyond the kiss that night after her friend picked her up.
Fuck me if I didn’t think about her the entire time I was gone, though. I thought about that sweet mouth as I slipped into my own cab and took it to Mom’s place on the edge of town. I glanced up as the car stopped, seeing the door open. I stepped out of the cab, and my mini me came running out, straight into my arms.
“Hey, son.” I held him tight as Mom followed, a tender smile on her face. It felt so good to be home.
Chapter 2
Embry
I pulled my thick curls back into a low ponytail before I wiped down the bar. I looked over the worn and polished wood with a smile. This place had been in my family for years, and it seemed only natural for me to work here and help Gramps with it.
I’d turned twenty-one a year ago, and my siblings couldn’t be bothered to give him a hand. They were all over California now, living their separate lives, and Gramps told me that I was his favorite. I loved him just as much, even if he could be stubborn sometimes. His heart was in the right place.
I saw the two waitresses that were working the night shift making their way around the room, cleaning tables and helping customers. It was dollar beer night, though that only applied to the cheap stuff, per my boss, and we’d have a crowd here soon. In addition to that, the SEALs were back in town for a long weekend, and I was looking forward to seeing them, particularly Trace.
“Let’s get those glasses stocked, Brandon. The boys are back tonight.” Gramps was behind the bar, barking orders to the main bartender.
I smiled and shook my head. Gramps loved when they came in and told their stories, since I knew that Gramps missed his life back then. We lost Grams ten years ago, and it seemed like he went back to the past more by the day.
“Can I get a beer, beautiful?” I looked at the guy who was giving me bedroom eyes, and I rolled mine back at him. Like I hadn’t heard that before.
“Sure thing,” I said as I turned and grabbed a clean glass, filling it as I listened to him settle behind me.
These guys were all the same. They all wanted in my pants, and I told all of them same thing. Hell, no. I didn’t want my first time to be with some guy that was turning around and leaving. I wanted forever, and I was going to wait for that, no matter how old I got to be. Twenty-two wasn’t an awful age to still be a virgin, was it? I turned to slide the beer to him, frowning as he pulled out a dollar and handed it to me with a crooked smile that probably worked on other girls.
“What time are you off tonight? I need some company, or else I might be lonely.” He pretended to pout.
I raised a dark frown at him as I heard footsteps behind me. “It won’t be me,” I snapped. “I have to wash my hair later.”
The guy held his hands up and dropped the bill. He grabbed the beer and turned to leave. I heard Gramps snickering behind me. I grinned at him as he shook his head at the money.
“You’d think that he’d tip you to get a little further.” His voice was low as he glanced at the table that the man now occupied. I shrugged and dropped the dollar into the cash drawer. “If it was your sister, she’d abandon the bar and go running right over to him.”
I cracked a smile at that. “Jenny doesn’t know how to pass up a man in uniform,” I agreed dryly.
A few other customers approached the bar. The televisions were all broadcasting various games on different channels, and guys talked teams as they ordered, all with an appreciative look at me.
I knew I wasn’t ugly, but I wasn’t a supermodel either. My sister was the one with all the charm and skills at flirting, while I was just friendly enough to work the bar. There were guys that I got to know a little more than the rest, men that I showed my compassionate side to. They were just few and far between. I waited on the new customers as Brandon joined me to help, since it was getting dark and the bar was filling up.
The door swung open again, and I smiled when I saw Trace walk in with his best friend, Bryan. I finished collecting the money from the current customers and watched as he looked around, before meeting my eyes.
Holy hell. Trace was gorgeous, and I’d swear that he was bigger now than before. His muscled torso was on full display underneath the fitted green t-shirt that he’d paired with some khaki shorts. I fought the urge to drool at him as I turned to get myself a glass of ice water.
Was it getting hot in here?
I turned back just in time to see him lean against the bar, his cocky smile lighting up his handsome face. I shuddered as I met his dark, bottomless eyes and forced myself to remain calm as I stepped forward.
“There she is,” he said. “My port in a storm. Have you been saving yourself for me the past year, darlin’?” Trace spoke loudly, and I blushed for a moment as I looked around to see where Gramps was.
He was sixteen years older than me, if I wasn’t mistaken. Trace could be my father, but he wasn’t. He was just fine as hell.
“I might be saving it, but not for you. Stand in line, Trace.” I shot back as he raised an eyebrow at me, his smile lighting up even brighter.
Damn him for getting to me the way that he still did, making me remember how his mouth felt against mine just over a year ago. That was the first and only time in my life that I considered giving it all up, but he’d been leaving a few days later, and it wouldn’t be a great idea.
“I am a hot commodity in these parts,” I said.
“That you are,” he agreed as he let his eyes roam over my body, clad only in some skinny jeans and a red shirt that boasted the name of the bar.
Brandon got a couple of beers for them, and Trace winked at me before he turned and ambled to a table in the center of the room, showing every bit of his swagger.
It was official. Trace was the only man that I’d consider losing myself for, especially after that drunken kiss from so long ago. The way he looked at me throughout the night, I knew he wanted me too. I had to be strong these next few days.
Chapter 3
Trace
I watched Embry as she worked, taking in her juicy curves and room-brightening smile. Damn it, but Embry was perfect in the way that she looked and her sassy little attitude. I didn’t think she realized just how hot she was. Even with her tough front, she screamed innocence, and that made her even more desirable to me.
Her big blue eyes met my gaze a few times, and I got hard underneath my shorts as I sighed slowly. The way that she looked at me and that full lower lip made me crazy, and I wanted to bend her over that bar and claim her as mine.
Her grandpa, Joe, stopped by to greet us, clapping me on the back as he asked how my time away had gone. I told him that it was great, keeping an eye on his sweet granddaughter the entire time. She gazed longingly in my direction. He was a good man and served his time in the Navy as well, bonding us.
Joe laughed at something that Bryan said, and I glanced at the bar to see a new group of guys gathered at the end of it. I watched as she tried to leave the bar and one of the guys grabbed her ass, making Embry jump back as she glared at him.
I got to me feet so quickly I sent my chair clattering across the room behind me. “Get your fucking hands off her,” I growled.
Embry looked at me, and the room went silent. The guy gave me a challenging look, although, his eyes widened when he noticed how big I was.
“Sorry. I didn’t know she was yours.” He held up his hands and stepped away from her. I stalked toward him, rage filling my veins.
Joe laughed. “My granddaughter doesn’t belong to anybody,” he declared. “Get the hell out of my bar.”
“Fuck you, old man,” the kid snarled.
Embry stepped forward to grab the kid’s arm to shove him out of the bar. The kid looked back down at her and grabbed her around the waist. He tugged her body toward his and asked her if she’d changed his mind.
I grabbed the kid’s shoulder, and Embry backed away from him. I spun the little fucker around and looked into his wide eyes.
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sp; I reached my arm back and clenched my fist.
“You piece of shit,” growled.
I hit him square in the jaw. His head snapped back violently, and I hit him again before he had time to recover. The stupid kid crumpled to the ground, and his friends scattered. But I wasn’t finished yet.
I leaned over and picked him up under the arms. I dragged him to the front door and kicked it open.
“Stay the fuck out of here.” I literally tossed him out the door and glared darkly at him before I turned around to go inside.
I could hear Joe’s voice, but I scanned the room for Embry. I wasn’t sure how she was doing after what just happened, and I considered going back out there to kick the guy’s ass even more.
“Where is she?” I asked Brandon. He pointed to the back where there was a private hallway. “Thanks.” I walked back there to see Embry leaning against the wall in the corner, her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned forward.
Shit. Was she crying?
“Embry, are you okay?” I asked. She glanced up at me, her eyes wide and scared. I slipped my hands around her slim waist and pulled her against me, searching her face. “Embry, did he hurt you?”
“No, I’m okay. He was just so aggressive.” Her voice trembled, and I lifted a hand to stroke her cheek gently.
“He’s lucky that I didn’t kick his ass for touching you,” I said.
She stared into my eyes. My body was hot with desire, and I watched as she licked her lips slowly.
“These guys get worse all the time, Trace. I’m so sick of it. My attitude usually makes it clear that I’m not interested, but he just got too grabby. Brandon and the others are quick to protect me.” She stared at me with awe in her big eyes. “What did you do to him?”
“Hopefully, I broke his jaw. But I tossed him outside on his ass for good measure. His friends can clean up from there. If I see his face again, I’ll kill that fucker.” Something softened in her face, and she pressed her hands against my chest. I watched her press her lips together.