Endless Abduction

by Gloria Martin

  "You tried to change them before you left."

  His stomach tightened at the memory. "I asked you to marry me. You tried to dump me. I shouldn't have asked at such a critical time but…"

  "I wasn't ready to get married, Jake..."

  Her words still felt like a punch in the gut. Three months later and enough time to get used to the idea that she said no, and still her words went down like cut glass in his ears.

  Her dark eyes asked him for understanding. "You’ve been out to see the world. You have the Navy to take you places, see new things, go wherever you want to go and do whatever you want to."

  "Honey, the military is not like that. The teams are nothing like that." His travels involved strategic planning against insane killers, targeted strikes before they got you first, and life and death situations where you maintained uncomfortable positions for hours at a time. He wasn't allowed to talk about his missions, but she must know what was involved in his work on the teams. Didn't everyone know what a SEAL did? He suddenly realized the truth of what happened when you assumed.

  "You've still had way more life experiences than me. I've never left Virginia except to go to the Hamptons. I've learned to speak Spanish, Arabic and Mandarin and have never been to any of those countries. I'm about to graduate with a double Master's in bioengineering and humanities without any idea of what I'll do with them. All the sisters in my sorority house know exactly where they're going and here I am… Hell, you've been my only sexual experience and I'm friggin’ twenty-three!"

  He stood up slowly, forcing her to watch him grow to his full imposing six foot four, two-hundred-pound height and weight. "This is about you wanting to have sex with other men?" He didn't know how he forced the question through his lips.

  "Oh for Pete's sake. I didn't say that."

  His eyes hardened. "There's someone else." Not a question. An accusation.

  "No. Not like how you’re thinking," she huffed.

  "You don't want to know what I'm thinking."

  "Jake… " She ran a hand through her unbound hair.

  "Who the fuck is it?" He literally felt his blood begin to boil. "My brother?"

  "Oh good God no. Haven't we been through this already?"

  "Who is it, Marianne?"

  "No one."

  "But you want to. You don't want to commit to me so you're free to fuck—"

  "Dammit, Jake that's not what I said."

  "Married or not, you are not free to fuck anyone but me."

  She rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah sure. There's the biggest double standard I've ever heard. You who has a girl in every port."

  He blinked. "What? Where did that come from? You think I'm out fucking whenever I'm away from you?"

  She raised an eyebrow. "You told me I should get to know the military better, get to know some wives, some of the other women, so I went down to the Oasis and let me tell you, it was very enlightening."

  "The Oasis." He ran his mind over one of the more popular Navy watering holes close to the base. It was where soldiers went for some R and R fucking and goodtime girls. Not where military wives and women went. How the hell had she ended up there? That was the last place he'd want her to go. He could just imagine how many horny brothers would have been all over her. He grit his teeth. "I haven't been there in years."

  "Well your reputation lingers."

  "My… what?"

  "Rep—u—tation," she sounded out the word like he was an idiot child. "There was long line of women in there just waitin' to tell their story about how you broke their heart."

  "What the hell are you talking about!?"

  She fluttered her eyelashes. "Oh you know, Jakey? He's a such a good choice for a good time. He got me so hot I almost spontaneously combusted before his hand was even in my panties."

  "Okay, I don't know who you were talking to but I haven't been with another woman in three years!"

  "Uh huh." She looked unconvinced.

  "Not since BUD/S and I went into the teams. You know that!"

  "I don’t know any such thing."

  He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. How did they get from a bag of payout money, to condoms, to this? He gathered the frayed ends of his patience. "You pierced yourself with my diamond."

  "To fulfill my end of the challenge."

  "To fulfill your end of the challenge." He growled out the confirmation.

  "It was supposed to mean something more?"

  "Yes," he glared down at her. "As much to you as it did to me."

  She stepped back and considered him for a long moment. "What exactly did it mean to you, Jake?"

  He pressed down hard on his back molars. He would maintain control. Three years on the teams, his life dedicated to the practice of discipline and control and his girl was going to make him lose it. Again. "I gave you my diamond. You have it pierced in your body. That fucking brands you as mine. I haven't been with another woman since. Can you say the same?" He held his breath. Fucking held his fucking breath like a giant pussy because he was suddenly worried at what she'd say. "This is the only time I'll ask you, even though the answer could gut me." And if she said there was someone else, he wanted the bastards’ names because his next step would be to hunt the cock-suckers down and cut out their innards. "How many other men, Marianne? I want their fucking names."

  She held the intensity he knew was in eyes.

  He was going to be sick. The storm of jealousy and sharp possessive rage was turning his stomach. Fucking hell.

  She blinked her big brown eyes at him. "None, Jake. I've been at school like a good little girl and—Jake!"

  He leaned down, gripped the sides of her jeans and tossed her onto the bed.

  She righted herself as she backed into the thin headboard. "What are you doing? We haven't come to an understanding here."

  He stripped off his t-shirt. "Fuck understanding." He kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his jeans. "I understand everything I need to." He crawled onto the bed. "Get naked." He grabbed her ankle and pulled her beneath him. "Right fucking now."

  *****

  Jake had been dry for months without Marianne, and the weeks of dry humping his fist only made him more sexually aggressive now. He'd been a rough bull yesterday after finding her with his brother, and no matter how innocent the scene, fear, anger and dark possession had gripped him. He’d lost control and went at her without much restraint, driven to dominate and come hard inside her body.

  Tonight he wanted to be better, keep himself together and make it unbelievably good for her.

  "Babe," he tugged down her jeans and tossed them behind him. "You and I are going to reconnect." He slid his hands between her thighs before running them over her body and pulling her t-shirt up and off. "Right here, right now, and all night." He moved his big hands around her lace-covered tits, sliding his thumbs into the material and across her hardening nipples.

  "Oh yeah, babe." He tugged the bra cup aside and licked at one delicious bud.

  "Jake…" she moaned and arched to his mouth.

  His dick tightened in response, making his jeans restrictive and uncomfortable, but he wasn't taking them off. Not fucking yet or it'd be all over. He'd be in her and fucking her hard and he wasn't doing that so soon again. This time he planned to make it last.

  He clicked open the front clasp of her bra and smiled at the way her tits bounced into his hands. He immediately covered one and sucked the nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue until she undulated beneath him and moaned.

  He switched sides when she ran her feet along his calves then wrapped her long legs around his waist. He pushed away the temptation to settle between her thighs and pulled his lips slowly off her breast. He rested on his elbow and traced a line down to her navel and around his embedded diamond.

  "You have no idea how hard I get every time I see this in you." He replaced his fingers with his tongue before licking his way down to the lace tip of her panties. "Off—" He tugged down the thin scrap of material reve
aling what he was really after.

  He parted the thin folds of her skin and inhaled. "Mine." He dipped his head and easily found her nub.

  "Ahhh…" She gripped his head and moaned his name exactly the way he'd heard in his mind for the last two months. He licked and pulled at the nub, slid his tongue between her skin and pressed his thumbs just above her pubic bone until she writhed and moaned his name in a steady chant.

  "Fucking beautiful," he said against her skin. He lifted one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder, giving him deeper access, and her more intense pleasure.

  She lifted her hips to his mouth. "Jake… so good… you are so… soooo good." She held his head and undulated against his lips.

  "Oh yeah, baby… tell me… tell me more." He pushed his tongue into her weeping opening, making her arch and sigh again.

  "Oooh… Jake. Only you… it's always you."

  He smiled and slid his tongue in and out of her body, building her heat, making her moan and sigh and so fucking wet he started to grind himself on the bed.

  Fuck he couldn’t take much more.

  "Inside me… Jake. I want you inside of me…"

  "Uh-uh." He kept at her with long strokes, tonguing her pussy—his pussy—until he knew she was going crazy.

  "Please… Jake, please…" She started to beg. He slowly slid out his tongue and ran it around her nub before unzipping his pants and pushing his aching length inside her.

  "Oh God yes… ah—ah—ah…" she chanted in long sighs as he began a nice slow fuck. In all the way, with a hard jam at the end. He loved to watch the way her body reacted and shook with every final buck he delivered. He sat back on his haunches and grasped her hips, increasing his pace into a new rhythm.

  "I fuckin' love the way your tits bounce when I fuck you." He crawled over her so her tits rubbed and bounced against his chest.

  Fuck. His dick swelled inside her.

  "Really?"

  He held her face with his hands. "Fucking absolutely. I'd see them in my mind whenever I humped my bed." Did he really just admit that?

  She hung onto his neck and kissed him deep, her tongue going right to his as she lifted her hips and banged him harder. "Talking to me like that… telling me that… you're going to make me… come… Jake, you're making me—"

  "Not yet." He pulled out of her and flipped her over. He dug into his jeans pocket then forced his pants to his knees. He pulled up her hips and pressed his hard length between her ass cheeks as he laid his body over her back. "I've been waiting to feel this. Me between your ass. That beautiful ass squeezing me." He slid himself along her cheeks, pushing and pulling long slides within her crack.

  Ohhh fuck he missed this. Wanted this. Dreamed about fucking this.

  He slid himself back one more time, then slid inside her pussy, deep and to the end so his balls rode against her soft lips. This was what he wanted. This was—fuck. He stretched himself out, knees digging into the mattress, hips snug and intimate on her ass, his chest to her hot skin, his arms along hers, his fingers curling through hers.

  "Say you'll marry me, Marianne." He slid the 2.5 karat, round cut diamond ring onto her finger.

  "Wh—what?" She froze and watched his fingers work the platinum ring onto hers before he slid his hand back to reveal the stunning diamond. He flattened his hand over hers, his fingers through hers. She bucked up against him, but he had her securely trapped down beneath him. He ran his other hand along her side, then pressed them between her body and the bed, and spread his hand over her pussy.

  "Say yes—" he stroked her nub.

  "Oh God, Jake… Jaaake," she moaned and squirmed against his hand, making his balls fill to capacity and his dick swell almost painfully.

  "Feel that baby?" he pressed into her. "You move, I get harder. You want me to fuck you with this?" He curled his fingers around hers, reveling in the feel of his ring on her finger. He used his other hand to stroke at her nub, his thumb to press up into her g-spot.

  She flooded around his dick. "That’s it," he cooed as her pussy quivered and contracted around him. "Say yes and I'll fuck you, stroke you, bring you to such a good fucking end you'll never—"

  "That's… un… fair—Jake!" she panted then squealed when he pressed her nub between two of his fingers.

  He stroked her with his thumb and leaned into her ear. "Don't fucking care what's fair. You are mine. I want you to stay mine. I'll do whatever I have to do to see it done." He circled his hips and ground into her as he spoke.

  "Ahh… Jake…" She wriggled beneath him and moved in the way he guided. She curled her fingers around his every time she pressed down into his hand then up into his hard dick, straining in her attempts to steal her release.

  "Say yes, baby. Say you'll marry me." He bucked his hips into her now in a demanding rhythm, circles that pressed her clit between his fingers until she shivered and pulsed, quivered and built until—

  "Oh God Jake—yes. YES!"

  He smiled as she quaked out of control.

  "I'll marry you. I will. I'm already yours." Her clit pulsed between his fingers, and he kept the pressure on her g-spot until she whined and screamed his name.

  "Fuck. I love the way you shake in my hands." He gripped her shaking fingers around his before he rose to his knees. Taking her with him, he never broke the intimacy of their connection. She still pulsed around him when he pulled her hips back then slammed into her as he'd been waiting to do. She was so hot and wet as she came down from her climax, he started hammering into her like an animal in rut, unable to stop until his balls rose up and unleashed his seed inside her in long thick ropes.

  It had been too long, and the wait too hard, and she had finally said yes. He fell against her, totally replete, his eyes locked on his ring on her finger as he pulsed and jerked inside her body.

  He stayed there for long moments, inhaled huge breaths, as they both panted and came down. He pressed against her to lie down, but kept his length inside, reluctant to withdraw from her heat.

  "Fucking love it here. Don't want to leave here," he whispered the admission against her ear as he massaged the abrasions his pubic hair had made on her skin when he rode her. "You're going to wear more of my marks here."

  She wriggled herself from around him and turned over. "I love your marks." She stretched out beneath him and reached up to his face. He readily went down to her waiting body. He lay half over her with his head on her shoulder, his dick still twitching against her thigh.

  "Oh no you don't," she stroked his back with her soft hand. "We need rest."

  "Gimme five minutes and I'm ready to be inside you again."

  "You're a wild man." She lifted her hand and stared at his ring. "This is… way too beautiful, Jake. My God…" she blinked at it.

  "I wanted it big enough for every man to see and know to back the hell off."

  "Well," she continued to admire it, mesmerized, "mission accomplished." She looked back at him then pressed her soft mouth to his hard lips. "You know you didn't have to torture me to get me to say yes. I've had a lot of time to think since you've been gone, and wouldn't have turned you down again."

  "Fuck that," he deepened the kiss she'd started. "I wasn't going to take the chance." He kissed her hard, again and again.

  "You and me," she sighed, and played with his hair. "We belong together I guess."

  "You bet your sweet ass we do." He reached down and squeezed her butt cheeks.

  "And all this time… apart and wasted. I should have told you, before you left."

  He moved over her and slid his ready length inside her again. "You don't have to tell me anything anymore. Just show me. Show me how much you want to be my wife."

  And she did. Over and over. All night long.

  *****

  Jake buttoned his jeans and pulled open the door to Henry, standing there with paper travel cups of coffee in an Eco Green holder.

  "Thanks." He grabbed one as his brother crossed the threshold. "Any word?" He tasted the stea
ming liquid. Exactly how he liked it. Super-hot and black. Maybe the little shit wasn't so bad after all.

  "Yeah. About ten minutes ago." Henry dropped the cardboard tray onto the night table and pulled out his own cup. "They'll be here sooner than later. Their president, Jingle, was on his bike, and by the sounds of it had a friggin’ cavalry with him."

  Jake frowned and looked pointedly at Marianne's sleeping form.

  "Sorry." Henry chuckled and slurped his coffee. "Guess you wore her out."

  "Shut the fuck up."

  Henry shrugged. "Sheesh. Here I thought after the marathon I heard you two having last night you'd be all mellow this morning."

  Jake pointed to the door. "I'll be out in five." He set down his coffee and pulled on his t-shirt.

  Henry shuffled back to the door and pulled it open. The roar of motorcycle engines filled the air. He looked back at Jake. "Guess it's sooner."

  Jake grabbed his boots and picked up the back pack. He nudged Henry out the door and closed it quietly. Not that these bikers hadn't just woke up the whole motel with their entrance. It was doubtful Marianne was sleeping through this exchange.

  The bikers cut the engines on their Harleys’ and sat back on their bikes. Clearly the one out front was their president, Jingle. He as all tattoos, both arms and up his neck until they covered most of his bald head. Sunglasses sat on his pock-marked face, and his black goatee was braided. Nice. He was also carrying. At least two weapons. Knife at his hip. Gun in his boot.

  Jake gave the forty-something year old man a chin lift, which was returned.

  "You the one that took out my boys?"

  "Yeah."

  "Prince Charming needed patching up pretty bad."

  Marianne snorted from behind him. "Charming, my ass," she muttered.

  Jake kept his eyes on Jingle. "He had it coming."

  "Uh huh." He took off his sunglasses and narrowed his eyes on Jake. "Military."

  "Navy."

  "Had a feelin'" The president pulled up his shirt to show a large tattoo on his remarkably maintained abs. "So you're my brother."

  Jake pulled up his shirt sleeve to show his own tattoo on his upper right arm. "Looks like."