Another scream tore out of my throat when he started pounding into me immediately, a wild tempo shattering my whole world, and it was the best feeling I’d ever felt. He was relentless, fucking me like never before, and my throat became sore from all screaming. I could barely support myself since my shaky hands slid down the wall constantly and my knees felt like they were going to give out any moment.
He was like a wild animal, driven by raw desire and need, and it went on and on... The most intense orgasmic pleasure erupted in each part of my body, and it was unbearable, crushing me from the inside out. I didn’t even remember how I ended on the floor—on my back as he separated my legs and pushed back inside of me again, continuing the merciless rhythm that was draining every ounce of energy out of me.
“So beautiful. I love you, Sydney. You’re only mine.” He thrust one last time and stilled, groaning when his hot sperm filled me in several spurts. “Sydney!”
His body came on top of mine, and I barely had any strength left to wrap my arms around him and hold him flush against me. We were both breathing heavily, our hearts beating like crazy until the pleasure subdued.
“This was the best sex I’ve ever experienced,” I murmured into his skin, tracing my fingers idly over his back.
He brought himself to his elbows and looked at me, adoration filling his eyes as he smiled. “And it’s only the beginning. It will be way better.”
“Better than this?” I asked incredulously.
His smirk was cocky, and his eyes reflected his smugness. “You think this is all I’ve got? You better prepare yourself, baby, because now that I have you, nothing will stop me from loving every inch of you...” His lips traced my neck. “Many times...” They lowered to my breasts. “Each day...” He took my nipple into his mouth, drawing a moan out of me, and I was hot all over again. “For the rest of our lives.”
“Owen!” I arched my back when he lowered even further, pressing his lips against my most sensitive part.
His eyes were devouring me. “Starting from now.”
Epilogue
Sydney
“How do I look?” I asked Declan.
“Fabulous, Syd. You know, I’ve never seen you so happy.” Which wasn’t true. He’d been seeing me this happy all year, and even happier when I was with Owen.
“Focus, Declan! Are you sure?” I spun around, looking in the mirror.
“I’m sure! Come on already, it’s time!”
I took a deep breath, and then took his elbow. My brother led me out of the small room and down the hall, to tall white doors. I could hear Mendelssohn playing on the other side of them.
“Ready?” he asked.
“As I’ll ever be.”
The doors opened, and Declan led me down the aisle, as all the guests watched us with huge smiles on their faces. Julia was there as the maid of honor, winking at me and giving me thumbs up. Everybody held their breath. I saw Owen at the altar, in a tux and a sexy stubble, a red flower on his lapel.
I couldn’t hold back the tears, and even saw Owen’s eyes get wet, but when the time came, we both managed to say I do. The guests applauded, and we kissed like it was our first time, with more love and passion than I thought possible.
Julia didn’t catch the bouquet, but she met a nice guy at the bar after the ceremony, and that seemed to be good enough.
We had been living together for the past year, at Owen’s apartment in River North, which was now our apartment. He had distanced himself from his business, effectively retiring, and we had spent the past year traveling all over the world, doing all sorts of crazy stuff, from base-jumping to whitewater rafting. There was nothing in the world we couldn’t do when we were together.
We had fought off Declan’s cancer, and he had been in remission for nine months now. He had found a job and promised to return Owen the money he had spent, but we didn’t hold him to it. The important thing was that Declan and Owen had become good friends. There was a lot Declan could learn from Owen, both in business and in life. At first, I didn’t approve – the last thing I wanted was for my brother to get into some sketchy business with the likes of Lawson, but they both promised me that his work would be legit. Now that the sickness was no longer bothering him, Declan had adopted a more positive outlook on life. He had become ambitious and outgoing. He had started practicing yoga and meditation, learning to be at peace with himself.
For our honeymoon, we went to the island, naturally. It was fun to relive the memories of our first trip there – spontaneous and magical. We took the boat out, making love on the deck, and not only on the deck. We hiked and surfed, and at some point, Owen even wanted to teach me to fly the plane, but the pilot advised against it. I agreed.
We had truly started our life together. It was odd to think of the times when we’d not been together. It was as if that had happened to someone else. The more I got to know my husband, the more I loved and admired him, and the feeling was mutual.
I was lucky.
We were lucky.
A month after our honeymoon, we learned that Declan’s cancer had gone away for good. There was no trace of it left. He looked healthy and happy, finally. I even stopped joking about his gaining weight.
One evening, when we were cooking dinner, I said, “You know, had you asked me a year ago if this is where I saw myself, I would’ve laughed in your face!”
Owen smirked. “Tell me about it. I’d have told you I saw myself spending weekends at the Chicago Buyer’s Club!”
We always had a good laugh when someone mentioned the club.
“Whatever happened to it, by the way?”
“Oh you know,” Owen said, “it always seems to be there. Waiting to make its next match.”
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SEAL’d With A Kiss
A SEAL Second Chance Romance
By Nicole Elliot and Ellie Wild
One
Piper
I held her in my arms. I inhaled her sweet smell while tears ran down my cheeks. I loved her, but I knew I couldn’t keep her.
They pulled her away from me and I heard her cry as they left the room. My heart shattered.
I turned over and felt the scratchy hospital sheets against my skin. I cried just like she did. And it wasn’t because I was hungry or tired, it was because I was scared. I was broken and it was entirely his fault.
I died a little that day. When your heart breaks that completely, you lose pieces to the darkness.
Five Years Later
I watched his eyes. I knew was coming before it happened. Don't say it, don't say it.
“It's not you, it's me.” Whoop there it was. He fucking said it. It was like he was compelled to. Just like the seven other guys I dated in the past three years. Why was there always something wrong with them? I was starting to believe that they were wrong and it was me.
I put a hand over my forehead and tried to ignore the embarrassments of the prying eyes at tables near us. My dark ringlets fell over my face and covered my reddening cheeks. This was another restaurant I would have to cross off the list. Thank God New York had thousands of them, because I'd been broken up with in at least a dozen by now. I looked at the napkin.
Loose Joe’s.
Sorry Joe, no matter how loose you are, we’re never seeing each other again. Which sucked because this cheesesteak reminded me of home.
And then he felt he needed to explain himself. Which ju
st made things worse.
“I mean I guess I'm just not ready for how serious you are. I need a little bit more fun in my life.”
So I wasn't fun?
I sighed. “Not that this isn’t great information and everything but I think it's time for the check.”
Minutes later I was busting out the doors of that restaurant. I tried to seem inconspicuous as I was leaving but on my way out I had run directly into a waiter and had spilled water all over myself and the floor. Today was not my day.
As I attempted to hail a taxi my phone started ringing. I looked down, it was my older sister Audra. I wanted to press ignore but it was the third time she called me today so I knew that I needed to answer or she would just keep calling.
“What the hell have you been doing all day? Besides ignoring my calls?”
“Hi Audra. How are you? Wonderful? Great because I'm just peachy.” The sarcasm dripped off my words.
A taxi pulled up in front of me and I got in. “642 56th Street please.”
“Are you in a cab?”
“Yes. What does it matter?”
“Oh shit, were you on another breakup luncheon? I swear last time this happened I told you the next guy that asks you out to lunch, refuse.”
I guess it was becoming a bit of a pattern. “And what? I’m just supposed to drag out a relationship with some guy who doesn't like me?”
“Piper, I hate to tell you this but I don't think there are any guys who like you in New York anymore. So, if you can snag one that has a good job and a 401(k) you should just let it drag out as long as possible. Hopefully all the way down the aisle.”
“You sound like Mom.”
“Well you've got to start listening to someone. I swear to God I'm going to be dead before you finally meet a man.”
“You're so lovely at this time of day. Or actually any time of day.” More sarcasm, I was on a roll.
“Speaking of death, we need to talk about Uncle Jeff's funeral.”
This is why I had been avoiding her calls all day. There was no way in hell I was going back to Bradberry for some ridiculous family reunion and the sad funeral of my Uncle Jeff. Who I hadn't seen in at least a decade.
“I'm not talking about Uncle Jeff's funeral. I already told you I have to work.”
“Well that's hilarious because I called Ian and he told me that he could clear your schedule for all of next week. I expect you to be here tomorrow.”
Ian, that Queen. He was on my shit list now.
“I can't just pick up and be there tomorrow. That’s not how it works here, I have clients and appointments…”
She interrupted me, “Ian has cleared all of that for you. By the way he says he is very sorry for your loss.”
I sighed. “You're not giving up, are you?”
“You missed Christmas. Mom and Dad are pissed as hell at you and no one wants to talk about you because they think you're sad and lonely. Now I know that you are sad and lonely but I still want to see my baby sister, so come home. Pack a bag and get in the car tomorrow. Is that clear?”
I hated the way she bossed me around but she was right. I hadn't gone home for Christmas because a friend surprised me with tickets to the Rockettes on Christmas Eve. I had never been even though I'd lived in New York for five years. It was an opportunity I didn’t want to pass up. The story of my life.
“Fine. I'm coming. But don't expect me to be all excited about it. And I want my own room, I'm not paying to stay at some rinky-dink hotel up there for a week. Mom and Dad have plenty of space and they can put me up. Or even better, you can.”
“Nope. We’re already full, you're definitely staying with Mom and Dad. And the best part is Aunt Miriam is staying with them too.”
“Great. So, I can get the judgment from all sides.”
“Always.”
“Well I guess I gotta go pack.” We were nearing my apartment anyway. “Bye.”
“Ta for now!”
Sometimes older sisters make you want to vomit. Not mine, she was an over achiever. My older sister made me want to vomit ninety five percent of the time. She was our parent’s favorite. Had stayed close to home, got married, had kids. She had done everything the right way. But not me. I was the black sheep. The super-successful yet unmarried lawyer. Screams black sheep, doesn’t it?
Two
Piper
The taxi pulled up to my apartment. I paid and jumped out, wishing I could stay there forever. Living in the back of a cab for the rest of my life would beat going home for a week. I knew I was being overdramatic, but I couldn’t help it. My sister had a way of getting under my skin. After just one phone call she had me agreeing to an entire week in Bradberry. I didn’t know how she did it, but I hated her for it.
After I let myself into my apartment, I pulled my dark hair back into a ponytail and grabbed my suitcase from my closet. I sighed deeply and rolled my eyes. I still couldn’t believe I was letting Audra talk me into this. The last thing I wanted was to go back to Bradberry. Even for one week…
My entire life started and ended in that small town. I was always the girl who wanted out. When I went to college just a few miles away, it was with one goal in mind: Get the hell out of Bradberry. College was a means to an end. It was my one chance to start the life I always wanted.
If I was being honest, that’s the reason my parents always liked Audra better. She was the townie. Totally happy to stick around Bradberry forever. She got married at the ripe old age of nineteen and popped out three kids in five years. Me? I had other plans. And those plans definitely did not include Bradberry.
In my last year of college, I was still living at home with my parents. They were secretly hoping I would give up my dream of becoming a big city lawyer and settle for practicing family law right there in my hometown.
“Wouldn’t that be nice?” my mother asked a hundred times. “You could still help people and this way, the people you help would be the very same people you’ve known forever. What could be better than that?”
My response was always the same: “New York City, Mom. New York would be better than that.”
I never even considered staying in Bradberry until I met Logan Alexander.
Logan was in the Navy. Muscular. Brooding. Dark. Mysterious. Exactly the kind of man every twenty-one year girl wants, right? I was no exception. I fell for him. Hard and fast.
I wish I could say I played hard to get. That he wooed me or slowly seduced me, but that’s not how it happened. Logan walked into Kellan’s pub one night and boom, I was a goner. From the second his dark brown eyes locked onto mine I was head over heels for him. The more time we spent together, the more I liked him.
Our sexual chemistry was intense. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. There were nights when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other no matter where we were. We would collide in the backseat of his car or in the bathroom at Kellan’s. Anywhere. Any place. Our bodies reacted to each other like magnets. We were drawn together.
But, more than that, he understood me. I could talk to him about things my family only made fun of. I told him I wanted to move to New York once I passed the bar exam. I spent hours gushing over all the things I would do if I lived there. He never once told me I was being stupid. He never did anything except support my dreams.
Logan understood because he had dreams of his own. He told me all about how badly he wanted to become a Navy SEAL. He’d been in the Navy since he was eighteen, but his dream was to do something that really mattered and to him, that was the SEALs.
“It’s my purpose, you know?” he told me one night while we were sitting in our booth at Kellan’s. “I don’t know how else to explain it. When I think about the one thing I was put on this Earth to do, it’s that. I have to be a SEAL. I just have to.”
I guess I should have seen it coming, you know? All the signs were there. But at the time all I could see was his ambition. To me, it only made him that much sexier. If I had opened my eyes, I may have been ab
le to prepare myself for it. Maybe I would have seen the signs in time for me to get out. But I didn’t and the night he told me he was leaving was the worst night of my life.
He came to me that night with a huge smile on his face. He was going to be a SEAL. He was finally getting his dream. His wish. And what was I compared to that? Nothing more than a lose end he needed to tie up before shipping out.
I took a deep breath and threw a pair of underwear into my suitcase. The more I thought about that night with Logan, the less I wanted to go home. I even went so far as to pick up my phone, ready to call Audra and tell her to shove it, but I stopped myself.
As much as I hated to admit it, Audra was right. It was time. I couldn’t hide out in New York forever. No matter what Logan did to me back then, I still had family in Bradberry and they needed me. Besides, hadn’t I done okay despite Logan? Hadn’t I recovered from the heartache and made something of myself? Wasn’t I a big city lawyer?
Hell yeah I was.
I imagined walking through downtown Bradberry. It was easy to picture the streets lined with people from my childhood. Mr. Jensen the banker. Alice Townsen, the town gossip. Margie Anderson, the prom queen who married the quarterback of the football team. They would all wave at me somewhat hesitantly. Their smiles would be a little forced because they wouldn’t know what to expect from the new Piper Prewitt. I’d spent so much time away that all they knew about me was from the town gossip. They would corner me and ask questions about my life without really wanting to know the answers. I would give the answers proudly not giving a damn what anyone thought.
I would stop at Angie’s café and order one of her famous scones. I looked everywhere, but I still hadn’t found a bakery in New York that could beat Angie’s. My mind drifted to the high school where my favorite English teacher still taught. I was sure Mrs. Peterson would be happy to see me. She, of all people, would be proud of where my life ended up. I thought about the flower shop my mom and dad owned. It made me smile to picture them sitting behind the counter together. I hadn’t realized it, but I really did miss them.
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