“Ella.”
His hand closed over hers, and those icy blue eyes nailed her with a stare. “I’m not the type of man to make love slow and gentle.” He moved her hand away as his cock jerked against her stomach.
“I want you, Brent. I need you inside me.”
His hand slid to her sex again, his fingers running through her folds, still dripping with arousal. Warmth surged through her, and she was shocked to discover a third orgasm already beginning to build. “Submit to me, Ella,” he said, lightly rubbing his knuckles against her clit as she gasped. “Let me make you mine.”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said, his voice low. “I’d never hurt you.”
He easily lifted her up into his arms, pushing her back against the cool tile wall. Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as his forearms supported her thighs, spreading her wide open, leaving her vulnerable to him. Brent ran his cock through her folds, teasing her as the head of his erection nudged against her aching clit.
“Brent, please. Stop teasing me.”
He lined the tip of his erection up with her entrance, and then in one powerful thrust, Brent was inside her. She cried out and clung to him as he filled her completely, and he stilled for a moment as she adjusted to his size. And then he was moving against her, lifting her up and down on his cock, bucking against her. Brent spread her wide, the base of his penis rubbing against her clit each time he thrust into her. Her walls began to spasm around him, clenching down on his hard length, and then suddenly she was pushed over the precipice, falling, surrendering to the pure pleasure.
Chapter 17
Ella stepped into the towel Brent was holding, trying not to flush under his heated stare. The man had just been inside her for God’s sakes. She’d come on his fingers and his tongue. Why was she feeling shy now?
“You’re blushing,” Brent said, the corner of his mouth tugging upward. He wrapped the towel around her, pulling her close.
“I just screamed loud enough for the entire building to hear.”
“That’s usually a good sign,” he said, flashing her a cocky grin.
His hands ran down her back, just edging beneath the towel, his fingers lightly caressing her bare bottom where it met the back of her thigh. She squirmed in his arms, amazed she was still aroused after three orgasms. Holy hell.
“Get dressed. Pack your bag. We’re staying at my hotel.”
“And then?”
“I’ve got an apartment back in Little Creek. Come stay with me this summer. The semester’s almost over, right?”
“I need to finish school, Brent.”
“Absolutely.” He ducked down and brushed a chaste kiss over her lips. “But is it wrong to want you to myself in the meantime? Finish the semester and come live with me this summer. Next year we’ll figure something out.”
“I’d need to find a new job.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Unless you find a kickass job here for the summer, what’s the difference in waiting tables here versus Virginia Beach?”
“Not a thing,” she admitted. “And really, I was hoping to find an internship this summer. Waitressing wasn’t exactly ever my number one choice.”
“Well then, problem solved.”
Ella laughed. “How do you figure that?”
“Hell, sweetheart, my team and I have lots of connections. The girlfriends of the guys have connections. Hit up Brianna with your resume, and we’ll have something by the time summer rolls around.”
“And what exactly do you think is going to happen this summer?”
“I’m going to convince you to be mine. Every damn night.”
Brent kissed her again, backing her against the bathroom door, and her towel dropped to the floor, forgotten.
Epilogue
Brent smirked as Ella playfully tossed a crumpled napkin across the picnic table towards Brianna. Matthew swiped it midair, chuckling. “You did not say that,” Ella laughed, her blue eyes twinkling. “You told me to stay away from Brent.”
The group gathered around Patrick’s backyard burst into laughter, the other men on the SEAL team howling at Brent’s expense. Patrick looked up from his spot manning the grill a few feet away and grinned. “We all would’ve advised you of that, Ella.”
“Oh, be nice,” his girlfriend Rebecca chastised, putting more drinks in the cooler. “I think it’s sweet they’re together.”
“Sweet?” Brent asked, raising his eyebrows. “I don’t do sweet. Next time say something like ‘Brent fucking rocks!’”
The other guys laughed again, and Matthew bumped fists with him. “Hoorah!”
“Maybe I said something about telling you to stay away,” Brianna admitted, absentmindedly rubbing her belly, her pregnancy just beginning to show. “But I meant well.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Brent said dryly.
“You gotta consider the source,” Matthew drawled. “Never thought I’d see the day you had a girl. And don’t get me wrong, I love Ella like a little sister.”
“Noted,” Brent said, pulling Ella closer to his side. She relaxed against him, and Brent wanted to roar in approval. Having Ella living with him for the summer was a high he hadn’t expected. There were no more nightmares about his sister. No more need to chase after a new woman every night—not when he already had the perfect one in his arms. Beneath him in his bed. He was more than happy to teach Ella all the ways he could pleasure her night after night—and she was an eager recipient of all his attention. Plus knowing she was safe in his arms? Nothing better.
“Sonofabitch,” Christopher said with a grin. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
“Me either,” Lexi agreed with a laugh. “I don’t know if you know this, Ella, but Brent’s the one who found me when I was kidnapped.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely. All the team was searching for me, but Brent’s the one who burst into the room where I was being held. He’s a good guy.”
“The best. He found me, too,” Ella admitted.
“Hell. I found you in the middle of the street after you’d already escaped. And I’m damn glad those assholes are on trial for life in prison. Although that isn’t nearly long enough.”
“If you ever want to talk, let me know,” Lexi said. “I was terrified for a while after I was kidnapped. I’m glad you’re here with Brent for the summer though, so you’re not all alone.”
“Me too. For lots of different reasons,” she added with a grin.
Brent took a swig of his beer as the others chuckled. Mike and Kenley walked over to say hello, each holding a drink. “Thanks again for finding me that great internship for the summer,” Ella said.
“Hun, I work in HR. It’s no problem at all,” Kenley said, brushing a curl that had escaped from her ponytail back into place. Mike grinned down at her, and Brent resisted the urge to rib him. Not when he’d managed to become just like the rest of the guys. Tied to one woman, but happy as hell.
“It beats the waitressing gig,” Ella said. “And working in a finance department will give me some great experience for when I graduate. I really appreciate all the help you’ve given me.”
“We’re all kind of like one big family around here,” Kenley admitted. “The guys on the SEAL team are like brothers, but the women have learned to stick together, too. Especially when they’re gone. And hey, the job might work out even better than planned.” She winked at Ella, and Brent eyed them suspiciously. Before he could ask Ella about it, Patrick walked over from the grill.
“Grab some food,” Patrick said, setting down another platter of grilled meat. The scent of charcoal wafted through the air, and Brent’s stomach rumbled. He’d have to give Patrick and Rebecca credit for one thing—they sure knew how to throw a damn party.
“Hell, Ice, are you opening a restaurant or what?” Brent asked with a smirk.
“Or what,” Patrick said dryly.
“I just wanted to make sure we had enough
for everyone,” Rebecca commented, glancing over at them.
“It’s a helluva lot better than those damn MREs,” Brent said. “Thought I might die of starvation on our last op. Guess I got too used to Ella’s cooking.”
“Hoorah,” their SEAL team CO Ryan Mitchell said as he strode over in pressed slacks and a short-sleeved dress shirt. Always looking large and in charge, Brent thought. The man never even broke a sweat. “No one misses those when they leave the service,” Ryan said.
“Are you planning to retire soon, Commander Mitchell?” Ella asked.
“Call me Ryan. And not just yet, ma’am. But I don’t deploy with the rest of the team.”
“I guess I’m still learning how everything works.”
“Life in the military has its own set of rules,” he agreed.
Patrick set the food down on the table amidst other plates overflowing with burgers, hotdogs, and side dishes. Brent grabbed paper plates for himself and Ella when Patrick’s young son ran by, chasing after his aunt, and nearly bumped into their CO.
“Sorry, Commander,” Patrick said, nodding at the slightly older man. They watched as Patrick’s sister ran off, looking like she was having as much fun as the kids.
“No problem,” he said coolly, abruptly walking away.
“What was that about?” Ella asked Brent.
“Guess he doesn’t like kids.”
Patrick chuffed out a laugh. “With half the SEAL team expecting a baby, I guess he won’t be around much at our BBQs next year.”
Brent’s gaze shot over to him. “Half?”
“Rebecca is pregnant,” he said in a low voice. “We haven’t announced it to everyone yet. It came as a bit of a surprise, but we’re pretty damn happy. And our kids would love to have a younger sibling.”
“Damn,” Brent muttered.
“You don’t like kids?” Ella asked.
“Wait—you want kids?”
She laughed, her dark hair blowing in the light breeze. “Well, not right now. I want to finish school and get a decent job first. Work for a few years. Maybe someday though,” she added with a shrug. “I don’t have any siblings, and my parents passed away. It might be nice.”
Brent gazed down at her, trying to imagine Ella as a mother. Hell. Not even a few months ago he couldn’t imagine himself with one woman. And now he was seriously contemplating a life with the one at his side? Never thought he’d see the day.
They each filled their plates with food, Brent piling on nearly twice as much as Ella, and then walked over to a quiet corner in the backyard, away from the rest of the group. Conversations and laughter drifted in from the background, but Brent gazed down at Ella curiously.
“I do have something to tell you though,” Ella admitted.
Brent froze, and Ella laughed as she saw the expression on his face. “And no, I’m not pregnant. God. But it has to do with the job situation Kenley mentioned earlier. I’m transferring to a school in Virginia for my senior year. I can keep working in the finance department of Kenley’s company with an internship during the school year. If all goes well, I’ll have a job there next summer.”
“So wait, you’re moving here permanently?”
“Yep. I know we just talked about living arrangements for the summer. If it’s too soon, I’ll get an apartment off campus.”
“Hell no.”
“No?” she asked, a shadow crossing her face.
“Hell no to the apartment by campus. I want you staying right where you are. With me.”
“Well how could I say no to that?” she laughed.
“You’re mine, Ella. Have been from the moment I first saw you.”
She shot him a smug grin. “And you’re mine.”
Hell. Always a touch of sass with that one. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.
That night Brent took her home and slowly undressed Ella in their bedroom. He was usually up for something more quick and dirty, but at the moment? He just wanted to be close to her. As he tugged off her strappy little sundress, Brent bent her over the edge of the bed, his hand tracing down the line of her thong. His fingers edged beneath the slip of fabric, running along her backside. “This is so fucking sexy, but it has got to go. Now.”
“Um-hmm,” she murmured, arching back against him.
He freed his aching cock from his shorts, and then moments later was inside her, thrusting deeply as Ella cried out and clamped down around him. His hands found her breasts, palming them as he took her over and over again.
“God, Brent, I’m coming!” she screamed.
He moved faster, chasing down his own release, then nearly collapsed on top of her, supporting his weight on one arm. He kissed her temple, now damp with perspiration, and brushed some of her dark locks aside. “Why didn’t you tell me until tonight that you were staying here in Virginia?”
He pulled free and then flipped Ella over on the bed so that he could gaze down at her. She panted as she looked up at him, a smile tugging at her lips.
“I just wanted it to be a surprise. Are you happy?”
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Never been happier.”
THE END
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LOVED BY A SEAL—FALL 2016 (Commander Ryan Mitchell’s story, Alpha SEALs Book 7)
MAKE ME YOURS—FALL 2016 (Brock Rollin’s story, Line of Duty Book 1)
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SEAL the Deal (Patrick’s Story)
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A SEAL’s Surrender (Christopher’s Story)
A SEAL’s Seduction (Mike’s Story)
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Patrick “Ice” Foster hauled his sixty-pound rucksack onto his back and sauntered down the ramp of the C-17 military cargo plane, boots and fatigues dusty from his SEAL team’s week-long deployment to Afghanistan. He felt tired, his muscles stiff and sore, and dirty from the sweat and grime coating his skin. Nothing would feel better right now than a hot shower and a solid twelve hours sleeping in his own bed.
Hell, after a week of pitching a tent in the desert and barely sleeping five hours a night, he’d gladly crash on his living room floor.
He glanced down at the nasty stab wound on his forearm, sewn neatly shut with nine stitches. Compared to other injuries he’d gotten over the years as a SEAL, this was nothing but a scratch.
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