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SEAL Mountain Man (A Navy SEAL Brotherhood Romance)

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by Ivy Jordan


  My legs parted, my lungs expelled their excess oxygen, and I squealed as his tongue flicked against my clit. He growled as he chewed on the meaty nub above my pussy, tugging on his hungrily as my body worked into a powerful arousal. I pulled at his head, trying to lift him back onto me, begging him to take me now, to stop teasing me with his mouth. “Breakfast of champions,” he smiled, finally lifting from between my legs. My body trembled from the approaching orgasm he lured closer to its edge as he let his weight fall back onto my chest, just enough to calm me, to soothe me from my overly aroused state.

  My hips widened as he entered me, pushing deep into my body with a quick thrust. I yelped, gripping his shoulders tightly with both hands, and let the rush of pleasure flow like waves in a storm from my breasts to my pussy, and then around his hard cock.

  He chuckled and then groaned in my ear. I knew he loved that he could make me come so quickly, so effortlessly, but mornings were not a time where he could hold back long, I knew.

  My hips rocked into his, grinding my sensitive clit into his pelvis. I moaned from the stimulation and the pleasure, knowing that he was close and that nothing he could do would stop it.

  Teetering on the edge, I reached down, beneath my ass cheeks and let my fingers tease his balls as they tightened from the tickle. One long growl, a quick, forceful thrust, and then he tensed, filling me with the warmth of his cum as he nibbled lightly on my earlobe. “I love you,” he whispered.

  My heart stopped for a second, quieting the room so I could decipher what I’d just heard. Elijah lifted up, his eyes stared into mine, and he repeated what I hoped he’d said once again, this time clearer, louder, and with no way of denying what it was.

  “I love you, too,” I gasped, almost unable to catch my breath. I knew he did, at least I expected, but he’d never uttered the words until now. They were sweet, delicious, and I wanted to taste them from his lips. I rose up, covered his mouth with mine, and let my heart beat wildly against his chest.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Elijah

  Bailey was still bouncing around the house, singing the song from Cinderella, her favorite princess. Besides an overrated aquarium, the beach which couldn’t compare to Molokai’s, a few old car shows, and plenty of golf, there wasn’t much to do in Miami to entertain a three-year-old little girl and a twenty-eight-year-old woman. Taylor was right, Miami was everything she’d said: old men in golf pants, and it was funny to me I hadn’t noticed it before then. So, we made the three-hour drive to Orlando and spent our three days at Disney World, a place that Bailey said she wanted to go to every year for her birthday, and two more times just because. It was crowded, over-priced, and so many people in one place just made for too many options for rudeness, but it made her happy, so it made me happy too. We’d make the trip any time she wanted to go; I was certain of that. I’d find a way to travel to the moon if she told me she wanted to visit.

  “I’ll get it,” Bailey screeched, her song interrupted by a knock at the door.

  I followed behind her, helping her to open the heavy wooden door to find Xander on the other side. “Holy,” I exclaimed, stopping myself from finishing my surprised greeting due to small ears listening.

  “I wasn’t sure if I had the right place,” he smirked, looking down at Bailey. “Who’s this pretty lady?”

  “I’m Bailey, the princess,” she announced, bouncing away from the door and down the hall as her song continued.

  I pushed open the screen door, letting Xander inside. “I thought it was time I visited you,” he said, looking past me with a wild smile on his face. “What a sight for sore eyes,” he gasped. I turned to see Taylor standing behind me, the same wild smile smeared on her face as Xander’s.

  “What are you doing here, in town?” she asked playfully.

  His cheeks burnt red and he shook his head. “I just wanted to see you guys, check on things,” he explained, stretching his neck to look down the empty hall. “So, that’s the little girl?” he questioned.

  “Yup,” I said proudly.

  “You guys look like a regular little family,” he chuckled. “I’m happy for you, all of ya,” he added.

  “I was just finishing up breakfast. You hungry?” I asked Xander, who still had a smile smeared across his face.

  “I’m always hungry,” he joked, following me into the kitchen. He paused to hug Taylor, squeezing her tight and whispering something in her ear I couldn’t hear.

  “What are ya makin?” he asked, taking an empty seat at the table.

  “A mess,” Taylor teased, slipping into the seat beside him.

  I rolled my eyes at them as they laughed. “Bailey, breakfast is ready!” I called into the other room.

  Bailey bounced into the kitchen wearing her pink princess gown, glass slippers, and tiara. “You really dressed for breakfast, huh?” I chuckled, amused by her fun spirt. Having her in the house really brightened up the place, and my life. Xander smiled, scooting the seat out for Bailey to sit as he stood, and bowed in front of her. She seemed pleased, as if that was what she expected of him, to treat her as if she were royalty. He did, after all, call her a pretty princess. He had no idea what doors he unlocked with that simple statement.

  I put a platter in the center of the table filled with two large stacks of pancakes, one stack with chocolate chips and one without. The pancakes were surrounded by a pound of crispy bacon, just like Taylor liked, so crispy it would burn if it stayed on the griddle for another five seconds. Bailey didn’t mind it, although she did giggle when it crunched between her teeth. “Bacon isn’t supposed to crumble,” she told me one morning, causing Taylor to break out into laughter.

  “I didn’t mean to intrude,” Xander said, sliding back into his seat between the girls.

  “No way, I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been thinking about you, but just couldn’t find the time to make it back up that mountain,” I excused.

  Xander rolled his eyes and looked over at Taylor with a grin. “Couldn’t find the time. Yeah, more like was too much of a sissy boy to make the trip again,” he teased. I was grateful for his new choice of words with Bailey at the table taking in everything he said. She was like a sponge, soaking it all in, and I didn’t need her going back to her mother’s saying daddy’s a pussy. The last two months had been going really well, and I didn’t want anything to ruin it.

  “I’ve been busy,” I claimed, placing the bowl of fried potatoes on the table and taking my seat.

  Bailey didn’t waste any time grabbing a chocolate chip pancake from the pile and two slices of bacon. “I don’t want any potatoes. I like Taylor’s potatoes, but not yours daddy,” she said so sweetly. Wow.

  “Okay,” I gasped, trying to express the pain her words inflicted upon me. She just giggled, not interested in how I felt. She was a strong little girl, doing what she wanted, and saying what was on her mind, just like her daddy.

  “You have a good time in Miami?” Xander asked.

  I started to ask him how he knew but realized that was stupid. He knew everything, always had, always would. I never had to worry; Xander was always watching my back, somehow.

  “It was good. Sold the house,” I explained.

  “And, Isaac?” he questioned.

  “He and Maddie are doing great, still madly in love,” I chuckled.

  “Looks like they aren’t the only ones,” he pointed out, looking across the table at me and Taylor.

  Bailey made a howling noise, excited that Xander was teasing us. “You’re in love,” she laughed.

  Taylor told him all about the trip to Disney World, with Bailey interjecting every other word to tell her own side of things. Xander’s eyes were wide and filled with love. It was obvious he enjoyed the two girls fawning for his attention.

  After breakfast, Xander pulled me aside. “Let’s go hang out on the porch,” he smiled, guiding me to the front door.

  I worried he had something bad to tell me, possibly bad news about one of our brothers. I took
a seat in the wicker chair outside the door, and Xander took the one across from me. His eyes were serious, staring into mine as if they were searching for something. I grew nervous about what he was ready to say.

  “I’m proud of you,” he smiled, sending relief flowing through me.

  “Thanks,” I sighed, grateful that he’d taken the time to listen to me on the mountain side.

  “Staying was the right thing to do. I knew you’d make the right decision, never doubted you a second,” he beamed.

  “I doubted myself, plenty,” I admitted.

  “What changed your mind: Taylor or Bailey?” he asked.

  “I would’ve stayed for either,” I grinned.

  “That’s what I thought. Taylor’s a good girl. Tommy would be proud to have you in the family.” His mention of Tommy choked me up. I’d thought about him over the last few months, wondering what he’d think. I kept telling myself he’d be happy, but it was good to hear from Xander.

  “So, now it’s your turn,” I joked, shrugging off the emotion building in my throat.

  “My turn?” he looked surprised.

  “Yeah. You need to find a woman and settle down now, maybe start your own family,” I stated.

  “Oh no. Not me. I’ll never settle down,” he insisted.

  I laughed, leaning back in my chair and staring at my old buddy. “That’s what I said just a few short months ago. I’m thankful every day that I was dead wrong.”

  Epilogue

  Two years later – Taylor

  I chased Bailey around the house as she giggled. I finally caught her as she jumped onto her bed, pinning her beneath my arms, and smothering her with kisses all over her face. I couldn’t imagine what my life would’ve been like with her, without Elijah. It is perfect.

  “Are you girls ready?” Elijah called from the other room.

  “Almost. I just have to get this little girl’s hair pulled up,” I called back, staring into Bailey’s big bright eyes as she continued to giggle.

  “Why do I have to wear my hair up?” she asked.

  “Because, it is a fancy dinner, and we want to look like princesses, don’t we?” I asked, giving her a playful smirk.

  She sat up and handed me the brush and the ponytail holder she’d hidden behind her back. I brushed out her long hair, amazed at how fast it was growing. She was starting kindergarten this fall, growing up too quickly. It made me wish she was small again, and even think about possibly having one of my own that would have the same crooked smile as Elijah and Bailey.

  “Who is the dinner for?” Bailey asked as I twirled her thick hair into the fabric coated rubber band.

  “It’s for all the SEALs your daddy served with,” I explained.

  “And, your brother?” she asked.

  She’d asked about my brother a lot in the last few weeks; why, I wasn’t sure. I knew bringing the pictures of him from my house to Elijah’s had brought up questions, but her interest was piqued beyond its usually curiosity.

  “Yes, my brother served with all of them too,” I smiled, fondly remembering Tommy’s smile.

  I was looking forward to the evening, to meeting the men Elijah considered his brothers, ones that Tommy considered brothers as well.

  Milton would be there, and he’d told me how excited he was on his visit Friday to my office. I’d picked him out a suit earlier that week, and he surprised me by announcing he was moving to the States, to live with his son. I was happy for him, and I knew that was best. I was going to miss the old man though, and I knew my work week would take so much longer to finish without our long talks.

  Elijah appeared in the doorway of Bailey’s room just as I finished her hair. He wore a dark navy suit with his medals pinned to the jacket, and matching pants with a white stripe flowing down the leg. He looked so handsome my eyes started to water. I pushed against the corners of my eyes, refusing to show up with stained black eyes. “You look amazing,” I gushed, moving towards him for a quick kiss.

  “You both are stunning,” he beamed, his eyes moving slowly from me to Bailey.

  Elijah seemed nervous as he pulled into the restaurant parking lot. There were cars in nearly every spot, unusual for the small local place. We found a spot in the back, and he opened my car door, and then Bailey’s, before offering an arm to me and a hand to Bailey to escort us inside.

  He pulled open the doors, allowing me and Bailey to enter first. The restaurant was packed, and as we took a few steps towards the hostess stand, everyone in the place stood and clapped to greet us. I was blushing, unsure of what to do. Why are they clapping for us?

  Elijah took my hand and guided me and Bailey to the center of the room. Everyone’s clapping subsided, and the room grew quiet as Elijah commanded their full attention.

  He turned to me, his eyes filled with emotion, and sweat beading up on his top lip from nerves. “Taylor, tonight is when we are surrounded by everyone we love, and everyone that loves us, or loved the ones closest to us,” he started, and I watched him swallow hard. My skin started to crawl with anxiousness, and my eyes wandered around the room at the many unfamiliar faces, mostly SEALs, and then landed on Milton. He smiled wide, his eyes dancing on mine as Elijah pulled back my attention.

  “You are the most important woman in my life,” he stopped and looked down at Bailey with a warm smile. “One of the two most important women in my life,” he corrected. “I don’t want to let another single day go by without making you my wife. This is the family I’ve always wanted, and this is the life I never knew I deserved. You and Bailey have made me the happiest man in the world, so please say yes, and let me know it’ll never end,” he gushed, his voice cracking on every other word.

  “Yes,” I exclaimed, instantly wrapping my arms around his neck. I felt Bailey squeeze in between us, her tiny squeals of excitement creating a wild stir in the room. Elijah leaned down, lifted her into his arms, and gripped me tightly as he held us both. Everyone cheered, and I knew that even if Tommy wasn’t here, that the men who loved him were, and even though my dad was gone, Milton stood there smiling, reminding me of how precious life is, and that I wanted to spend every second surrounded by those I love.

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  By Ivy Jordan

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2017 Ivy Jordan

  Chapter One

  Charlotte

  “Quit twirling your hair, Char,” Tracy squawked at me.

  I pulled my index finger from the long, brown curl and smiled at my best friend. Her smile was sympathetic—too sympathetic. I didn’t want her pity.

  “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” I asked, realizing I’d zoned out in the middle of what felt like another one of her lectures.

  “I was telling you about Owen, my cousin,” she continued.

  “I don’t think I’m ready to date,” I protested, wrapping another curl around my long finger.

  “Charlotte, I know you’d like him. Just one date,” she said, pushy as always.

  When she used my full name, not just Char, I knew she meant business. This was another one of her scenarios where “no” was not an optional answer.

  “After Bobby, I may never date again,” I laughed.

  Tracy rolled her eyes, and shot me another one of those sympathetic smiles. It was the first time I’d mentioned his name in weeks.

  “You have to get past that,” Tracy said, her tone matter-of-fact.

  I bit my tongue, not wanting to say what I was thinking in that moment. I knew if she found her precious Kevin in bed with another man, she’d need far more than just a few months to recover.

  “I really don’t
like blind dates,” I said quickly, avoiding an argument over the hurtful words I swallowed instead of spewing.

  Tracy’s lips curled into a wicked smile; her bright-blue eyes danced as they closed in on mine. I watched her pull her phone from her purse, and then carefully scroll through images until stopping with a wide grin. “This is Owen,” she announced proudly.

  Holy hell!

  My eyes locked onto the image of a man without a shirt. His body was magnificent: rippled, toned, and tan. He smiled wide for the camera, his arms extended out from his sides like he was offering a hug. I immediately felt a tingle in my breasts at the thought of leaping into those strong arms. He had blue eyes and blond hair like Tracy, only his hair curled around his ears loosely from under a cowboy hat.

  “Has he seen a picture of me?” I asked, suddenly interested in this date she was pushing.

  “Yes.”

  My heart pounded in my chest at her sudden lack of detail. “And?” I blurted out.

  “And, he said you were hot,” she replied.

  Hot? I was many things, but “hot” wasn’t one I would claim. My green eyes were a focal point for most people, and they received plenty of admiration. My body wasn’t bad. I was thin, somewhat curvy, but certainly not a Victoria’s Secret model. The girl next door. That’s what Bobby had always said. Ugh, why do I even think about him? I hope he’s choking on his new boyfriend’s dick.

  “What does he know about me?” I asked.

  “He knows I love you. He knows you’re hot. He knows you love animals,” Tracy went on.

  My heart sank deep into my chest. Yes, I do love animals. That was my job, my life, but after the layoffs at the zoo, I was unemployed. Who wants to date someone without a job? Not me. That was always my first question on a date: what do you do?

 

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