She began to lick and suck it, cleaning all of our love juices from it, until it began to rise again.
I returned the favor, licking her pussy, kissing her thighs and ass.
I ran my tongue over her brown eye and she gasped, then shoved her mouth over my cock and sucked me all the way into her throat.
The feeling was exquisite and intense.
She kept sucking and scratched the skin of my balls, between the sack and my asshole.
I felt her keeping the pressure on my shaft, and knew I was about to come again.
Megan sensed what was about to happen, and raised her head to look me straight in my eyes.
She smiled around the massive meaty tool shoving into her face, over and over, and I could see the tip of her tongue tracing the bottom of my glans.
That did it!
With a groan, I came again, and she swallowed my cock whole, and drank every drop of my milky, creamy semen.
I could hear her gurgling and choking a bit as it shot into her throat, and she gulped twice, trying mightily not to lose a single bit of it.
A small strand of cum dripped out of one nostril, and she brought her head up off my cock, long enough to lick the strand from her upper lip.
Then, she bent again to the task of sucking my dick.
Megan did this for what seemed forever, and she moved her body to place her pussy directly in my face.
I tentatively licked her ass, while I fingered her hole with my one hand, and used the other to massage her tits, and pinch her erect nipples.
She made small sounds of pleasure and surprise as I worked her, playing her like a fine musical instrument.
I could tell she was becoming aroused once again, so I moved my fingers into her pussy, faster and faster.
She squealed and shot a huge spray of juices all over my face, her tangy tasting fluids drenching me, no matter how fast I chugged them.
She pressed her ass against me, and my tongue inserted itself into her taboo hole, licking and rimming her bottom.
Megan squealed again with delight, and then finally fell over onto the bed, this time completely exhausted by our exertions.
We stayed like that until dawn, with Megan occasionally licking and sucking my balls into her mouth, one at a time, chewing on them gently.
If I rose to the occasion, she’d suck me gently until I came, smiling at me as she swallowed every drop, and then going back to sleep.
A few times, I licked her bottom, or nibbled her clit until she’d come, and then we’d both drift off to slumber, until the next episode.
Soon enough, it was dawn.
Time to report in…
EPILOGUE
The Miami Herald ran an expose on Robert King’s drug operations.
King’s empire was exposed as the largest corrupt organization operating on the East Coast, and there were many arrests made.
One of the men arrested was Blaise Greene.
MEGAN
The most shocking revelation for me was the extent of Blaise’ involvement in King’s operations.
Ever since we were young, King had groomed Blaise for the job of Controller.
Apparently, Blaise was some kind of idiot savant with numbers, and had an almost photographic ability to recall details about business deals.
Blaise and George Tanner had become lovers when Blaise left to go to college.
He had met Tanner in Europe, during one of his trips with King to the bank in Monaco.
Blaise was the person who uncovered Peg’s betrayal, and reported it to King. When she was sacrificed, he didn’t even try to attend her funeral.
As King’s empire unfolded, Blaise tried to run the organization with the remaining partners.
Unfortunately, management was not his strong suit, and a series of unfortunate events led to the loss of several million dollars in heroin shipments in the ensuing months.
Finally, Blaise was told he was no longer in charge, nor was he going to hold any further positions of importance.
The SEAL team used the evidence found in Peg’s safety deposit box to conclusively prove that Blaise and King were running heroin and other refined opiates between Miami and the Caymans. The seaplane floats were modified to accommodate the cargo. The floats being mostly submerged hid the scent from drug-sniffing dogs.
Blaise was arrested, and then indicted by the FBI for fraud.
He was tried and convicted. He also was indicted on several counts of murder, drug trafficking, and violation of RICO statutes.
Blaise was sent to a maximum security prison, for his role in the murder of Peg, and also Judge Turner.
Blaise had seen to Ike himself, not trusting Tanner to do the job correctly, after his miss of Derek.
He simply went over to Ike’s and bludgeoned him in his bed with a fireplace poker.
The Alpha Team discovered cell phone records that placed him in the area, and forensic evidence gathered at the scene proved convincing enough that he was convicted.
Shortly after his incarceration, he was found dead in his cell.
An investigation was held, but no one was able to positively identify the cause of death.
Foul play was suspected, but there wasn’t any security video that showed anything substantive.
There was one interesting side note: Wernher had quit his job shortly before Blaise was discovered.
Derek told me that Wernher wanted to return to ‘the Old Country’, wherever that was, and take up medicine again.
He said he needed to first make a short visit to Florence, Colorado, to visit an old friend.
I know it was only a coincidence, but I often wondered just what had happened to Blaise, and who might have been responsible.
ADX Florence was where Blaise had been sent to serve out his life sentence.
*****
Derek and I were married in late August.
The wedding was beautiful, intimate, and unexpectedly fun, since Alpha Team parachuted in to serve as best men.
Yes, you heard me.
We had decided to choose all of them.
They had all played a very big part in the take down of King’s syndicate, and in saving my life.
And Derek’s.
I felt kinship to all of them.
They had brought me and Derek together, forever.
At the reception, one after the other made fantastic toasts to us.
Finally, it was Randy’s turn.
He stood, a bit tipsy, and saluted Derek.
The rest of Alpha Team stood to attention, and saluted as well.
Derek returned the salute, and I think he stifled some tears.
It was hard to tell, really. I might have imagined it…
But, then Randy said something that I will never forget.
“Derek White, you are the best of us, and deserve the best from us. You’ve been given the greatest gift of any man I know - the love of a good woman,” he said.
“I know you will never take that for granted. And, I know that your children will grow strong and straight in the love that you both will provide,” he continued.
I felt all choked up inside, and now I was sure Derek was having a difficult time shielding his emotions as well.
“You can always count on your friends here, on the Alpha Team, Commander White!” Randy finished.
He walked up to Derek, and presented him with a citation and medal.
Derek was speechless. He saluted, and then gave Randy a bear-hug.
“You son-of-a-gun! How did you manage to pull that off?” he said.
“I helped, a little,” came a gruff voice.
It was The Old Man, Admiral Reginald Decker, the official head of Alpha Team.
“Son,” he said, addressing Derek, “you’ve done exemplary work. You have an open invitation to consult any time you feel the urge to rejoin the Navy,” he said.
He was a grizzled, old salt, and an Admiral. He’d single-handedly developed the protocols for the Alpha Team, and every
man in the room showed him immense respect and loyalty.
“Young lady, you take care of the Commander, here, please!” he said.
“Yes, sir! Absolutely, sir!” I said, feeling elated and crazy at the same time.
I almost saluted, but remembered it wasn’t respectful for civilians to do that.
Instead, I gave him a big hug and kissed him full on the mouth.
The Old Man sputtered and even had the decency to blush.
“That is all, carry on!” he commanded, and then went off to the bar, with a shapely Navy wife of his own in tow.
“I’ll be damned!” said Derek, with feeling.
Travis grinned at him.
“Oh, my good friend Derek, at the very least!” he said, smiling hugely.
Derek punched him on the arm, and we all partied until dawn.
****
We were on the beach in Oahu.
I’d taken Nigel with us, and he sat on the veranda in our accommodations, happily sleeping or eating as the whim hit him.
Derek and Nigel were almost inseparable now, and I was a teensy bit jealous.
But, only just a tiny bit.
We all had a wonderful time. It was truly magical.
Then, one day, I had a funny feeling.
I asked the concierge to gather something for me from the infirmary, and she supplied it to me without any fuss.
Twenty minutes later, I was scared, elated, and worried all at once.
I went out to sit by Derek, with Nigel running next to me in the soft sand.
I had important news for my two boys.
*****
DEREK
Alpha Team dogged me about Megan, and the ribbing was endless.
But, I endured it until I had hit my starting anniversary date. I’d decided that, at that point, enough was enough.
The Navy was good to me, but now I had other, more important responsibilities.
Megan, for one.
Besides, I’d always wanted to build boats, not just blow them up.
So, I put in for an early retirement, and said goodbye to my Navy buddies.
Megan was overjoyed when she heard.
I think she had some ideas of her own, involving little Dereks and Megans…
*****
Megan and I were married in late August, and honeymooned in Hawaii.
The Old Man had promoted me, just before I left the Navy for good.
It was an unexpected boon, and I felt honored by the way he and Alpha Team gave me their best.
Megan and I stayed on the island of Oahu for a month.
One night, Megan and I sat on the beach, watching the moon rising from the ocean.
It was warm and comfortable, with a cooling sea breeze.
She was wearing a dinner dress, and I was in shorts and a blue chambray work shirt.
We were sipping cocktails, but hers was a Virgin Mary.
“Derek, do you regret leaving the Navy?” she asked.
I was taken a bit off-guard, because she had seemed okay with my decision to leave when I did.
She still had her law practice, but had put it on hold while we enjoyed our post-wedding bliss.
“No, babe, not really,” I said. “I love being able to spend time with you.”
She sighed.
I thought she might be crying a little.
“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked her, holding her close to me.
I tilted her head up to look at me, and her eyes were shiny with fresh tears.
“I am so very grateful and happy to have you,” she whispered.
Her lips were red and full, and her gaze melted my heart.
“And, I want to always be with you,” she said.
I waited for her to gather her thoughts, and sipped my drink.
There was a secret many men didn’t know about women - they needed to just listen.
Luckily for me, I liked to listen.
“I am going to sell my practice. We don’t need the money, after everything Dad left me, and with your pension coming in a few years,” she said solemnly.
I laughed inside… I couldn’t really collect for almost two decades.
Megan grinned to let me know she was just joking, and I kissed her.
Her lips tasted of the salt from her tears.
“Derek, I’m pregnant,” she said.
The tears seemed close again, but I simply kissed her again.
“I’m so happy, Megan! I know you will be a fantastic mother!” I said.
She snuggled against me, and we sat there, on the beach, our future laid out and unfolding for us.
Nigel came running up to us, and our tidy little family enjoyed the sea breezes.
I felt blessed, with Megan and her surprise, and our wonderful life.
The ocean waves merged with the sand as they came in, the full moon flickering off the water.
Life was good.
THE END
SPECIAL BONUS EXCERPT ONE: HAUNTED: A Stepbrother Romance
Brian Cox is an alpha male reality show producer, ladies man, and Kim Wilder’s secret love.
When Kim was just eight, Brian’s father had married her mother. Their parents had a rocky marriage, and it finally culminated in a dramatic event that tore them asunder.
Brian’s father was a man fighting many inner demons. One night, in a drunken rage, he forcefully ejected Brian from their home.
What happened to them the next day meant that Brian and Kim would be apart for the next twelve years.
Kim became a successful journalist, with a video blog she started called “The Wilder Thing”. One day, she gets an invite to be on the top-rated reality television show, “Haunted”.
Brian Cox is now the notorious bad boy producer of the show, which has become hugely successful and made him famous.
Kim can’t wait to see him again, but isn’t sure of her feelings because of how things ended between them.
Brian’s escapades are plastered across the tabloids - he always has a beautiful glamour gal on his arm whenever he’s caught out on the town.
Kim hopes that seeing Brian again help her let go of the painful memories of the night they parted.
Of course, nothing ever goes as planned!
During a meeting of sponsors for the show, an unexpected event causes both of them to reevaluate their old relationship.
A romantic turn takes both of them by surprise with its intensity.
Toss in a hint of mystery and danger, and suddenly the game is afoot!
Can they discover the hidden secrets behind Indian Wells State Park?
How will their long-buried feelings for each other affect their professional relationship?
Kim is determined not to risk her heart on Brian…but she is finding that being close to him is mesmerizing and intoxicating.
A man used to always getting what he wants, Brian finds that he is becoming infatuated with Kim. What he gets is more than he ever expected!
HAUNTED is a stepbrother romance novella with no cliffhangers, and a very satisfying happy ending.
No cliffhangers.
HEA guaranteed.
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KIM
I really can’t believe that after all these years I’m finally going to see my stepbrother again. Brian is a really lucky bastard, that’s for sure. He’s the head of his own production company; internationally famous; producer of one of the highest rated faux-documentary shows in the world.
Brian Cox is also enormously handsome, rich and a prick. Oh, that’s not just MY opinion. He’s legendary about how much a perfectionist he is. More than one actor or crew have left in tears, including some pretty burly men.
Oh, and Brian is a real hard ass.
He’s got the way with the ladies, as well.
That bastard.
That smug, arrogant, cocky, magnificent bastard.
I’d love a chance to take him down a peg.
And to go down on his pe
g, but that’s just naughty talk.
After all, he’s my fucking stepbrother. Emphasis on stepbrother, not fucking…unfortunately.
God! Just listen to me!
You think I was some lovesick schoolgirl, after the Captain of the football team, for Chrissakes!
Once, a long time ago, I might have had a chance – but not anymore.
Not after what happened that night.
I remember that last fateful day, when he fought his father about the way I was being treated.
He got a black eye for me from the old bastard.
Brian fought him because he called me a slut. The old shit pushed me into a door, and knocked the wind out of me.
Brian, barely eighteen at the time, slugged that creep so hard the breath whooshed out of him.
But, the old son of a bitch was used to getting into fights.
He sucker-punched Brian, nearly knocking him out, and then threw him through the front door. Thankfully, it was open.
Brian got up, took a look at all of us staring at him, and then turned and walked away. I think he might have been crying.
He left, and I haven’t seen him in twelve long years.
Mom and I moved out shortly after.
I have no idea or interest in what happened to my step-dad.
I hope he’s rotting in a jail cell somewhere.
Or rotting in Hell.
*****
Over the years, one tabloid or another would give a glimpse of Brian. Some scurrilous piece about whom he just dumped, or what lovely woman had the pleasure of hanging on his muscled arm at the Awards shows.
I’ve followed most of the women whom Brian has had.
(And, who hasn’t? They are constantly plastered all over the gossip rags and trades!)
He’s bedded some of the most famous and beautiful women in the world - and dumped them.
Later, they’ll always confide in the talk-show hosts or gossip rags that it was they who had caused the breakup. Brian was just too good for them, or they had been too hard to handle, or whatever the contrived reason would be.
But I know the truth.
Brian is an alpha. He just takes what he wants, and gives you as much as you can handle.
Nothing more, nothing less.
He’s at least honest about it. Not one of his lovers ever has a bad word about him, but you can see the hurt in their eyes.
Stupid bitches.
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