ROMANCE: NAVY SEAL ROMANCE: Morning After (Military Bad Boy Pregnancy Romance Collection) (New Adult Alpha Male Paranormal Short Stories Collection)

by Silver Ocean Publishing

  Pulling his fingers out of her, he pulled his mouth from hers and nuzzled into her neck, waiting for her to say she was ready. With a nod against his head after a few moments, he glanced down to his throbbing erection, positioning it like a sailor staring down periscope at an incoming vessel, and with one fluid movement, docked in her harbor. His teeth sunk into her shoulder to stifle a groan, and she gasped at the nearly forgotten sensation of feeling so incredibly full. She wiggled a little to accommodate the rest of his length, allowing him to bury himself to the hilt.

  “Wait,” he said shakily when she tried to move against him. “Just...need a moment,” he rested his forehead against hers as he panted, trying to catch his breath. She nodded, and let him regain his composure. Though the few moments of stillness felt like an eternity, she all but wailed when he began to move against her, sliding out nearly entirely before driving himself back into her with a snap of his hips. He panted her name once he had set a steady pace where it could be drawn out as long as possible, and she felt the heat that hadn't quite left begin to tighten again.

  “Don't stop, oh don't stop,” she gasped against his mouth when he began to pick up his pace, angling his hips in just the right way to brush against that hyper sensitive bundle of nerves again. He grunted with the effort to hold out longer, needing her to come undone again before he could find his own orgasm.

  “Close, Anne I'm close, please,” he snaked a hand between them, thumb pressing against her clit again, and she clenched around his sizable length, shutting her eyes against the stars that clouded her vision when she found her second orgasm. He followed her soon after, crying out hoarsely against her collarbone. He thrust into her once, twice, three times more before his hips stilled, and he found his breath again.

  They stayed there for a few moments, entwined and panting against one another, until Brett reluctantly slid out of her with a kiss to her forehead. He went into the kitchen on shaky legs to grab a wash cloth and wet it in the sink to bring her to clean with. When they were both relatively clear of fluids, they began to dress each other with a slow reverence, kisses pressed here and there in between adding layers of clothing to their person.

  “Will I hear from you at all?” She had to clear her throat when it cracked from over use.

  “While I'm deployed? It's not likely. That's why I wanted you to know,” his voice sounded distant for a moment before he threw her a lopsided grin. “But I'll have to admit, I wasn't expecting this. Not that I'm complaining, mind you.” He offered her a glass of water, and she drank from it gratefully. He caressed her face, her hips, anything he could touch while she recovered. “But I promise, you're the first person I'm calling when I get off the plane to come home. Besides,” he said after a drink from his own water. “We still have one more date before I head out.”

  “I look forward to it,” She set the glass down and wrapped her arms around him loosely. “But I should let you get some sleep. And I need to let my babysitter go home,” he nodded reluctantly.

  “That's fair enough. When I get back,” he paused, as though debating on whether he should bother asking at all. “Do you want to have a go at this? A real college try?”

  “I said I did, didn't I?” She replied with a kiss to his cheek. She smirked with confidence she wasn't quite used to having. “You're a terrible influence on me, you know. And I'm alright with that.”

  “You're not so bad yourself,” he laughed. “But you're right, I need sleep,” his jaw popped when he yawned. “Goodnight, Ms. McGregor. I'll be seeing you,” he pressed one last kiss to her lips, still puffy from their earlier abuse.

  “Goodnight,” she said dreamily as she willed her legs to allow her to slink back to her car. The drive home was largely uneventful, but Anne wasn't exactly paying attention; the world could have fallen around her and she wouldn't have batted an eye for how elated she was that their date had gone so well, and even as she pulled into the garage, walked in to her home and toed her shoes off, she found that her good mood hadn't diminished in the slightest.

  Priscilla was cleaning up takeout boxes in the kitchen when Anne came to greet her. She had barely said hello before she was eagerly bombarding her with questions about her date. She answered them best she could, and counted out her pay to hand to her, with her thanks as she gathered her things to leave. Priscilla bade her goodnight with the promise of returning tomorrow at noon before getting into her car, and with one last wave, sped off into the night.

  Once she had peeked in on Morgan and made sure she was sleeping soundly, Anne tip-toed back into her room and had only bothered with taking her dress off before flopping onto her bed; lingerie was still sleepwear, technically.

  Clicking off the lights and crawling under the covers, she sighed and snuggled into her pillow. The excitement of the day, and all of its strange turns of events, had left her tired, and it wasn't long before she found herself drifting off to sleep.

  Morning brought her back to her routine, as she quickly found out when her alarm set off its shrill cry at nine-thirty in the morning. Trudging out of bed and slipping into her normal work attire of a blue business suit and a white button up blouse, eventually emerged from her bedroom. She made her way down the stairs with a brush running through her hair as she went, and greeted Morgan with a kiss on the cheek.

  “How was your date, Mom?” She asked, spooning cereal into her mouth and chewing loudly.

  “It was nice, dear. I had a good time.” She plucked a pear from the bowl of fruit on the table and bit into it.

  “Are you going to see him again?” Morgan said around another mouthful of cereal. Anne chastised her for talking with her mouth full.

  “Yes, but not for a little while. Schedules and all,” her daughter nodded sagely and went back to her food. Anne kissed her daughter again and wished her a good day before heading out to work. As it was a weekend, she didn't have nearly as many duties to attend to, and she would blessedly get out of work earlier than normal.

  She greeted her secretary the same way she did every other day, though this time, she stopped the business executive before she could go into her office. She arched a brow at the young woman as she fumbled, clearly nervous under her boss's scrutiny.

  “Umm, there was a man here earlier. You just missed him by a few minutes, actually,” though Anne had long ago taught herself to school her facial features into impassive professionalism, she felt her heart race in wonder of whether it was Brett or not. “He didn't stay long, and said he didn't need to see you, but he left a box for me to give to you,” she reached under her desk and pulled out a dark blue box not much bigger than a standard shoe box, adorned with a gold ribbon. She thanked the girl before tucking the mystery present under her arm and entering her office.

  After she had seated herself at her desk, she let her curiosity get the better of her, and she slid the card addressed to her out of the ribbon. 'Anne- this shade of blue looked stunning against your eyes, - Brett' She tamped down on her excitement and pulled the ribbon free so she could lift the lid of the box. Tucked safely inside was a vase of beautiful midnight blue and gray roses. She eased them out of the box tenderly, her cheeks hurting from how wide her smile was. This was absolutely going to work out, she decided as she set the vase own on the corner of her desk. It didn't matter that the roses were out of place in her office; she liked them, and she found that this wasn't so different from how Brett found a place in her life.

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  Sweet Sinner

  “Excuse me?” Adina asked, in her absolute best English. She had been studying for so long, but people still gave her strange looks. It wasn’t just
her appearance, she knew that she looked different than most Americans, but she was trying her best. The woman she was trying to prompt an answer from was the third airport employee she had tried to talk to in an hour, without a response.

  “What can I do for you?” the woman asked with a smile. She was looking Adina up and down suspiciously. It was obvious that Adina didn’t belong; she stuck out like a sore thumb, even amongst the throngs of other tourists.

  Adina held out her papers for her hotel reservation, trying to shove them into the employee’s hands. “How do I get to here?” she asked, pointing with a manicured nail at the marker on the map. “I am very lost,” she said, attempting to earn at least some sort of pity card.

  It wasn’t working on the woman. She looked as displeased with Adina as she ever could have been. It made Adina shrink away from the look she was being given, feeling rather like an insect under an intense microscope.

  “The hotel is just down the street from here,” the woman replied. She shoved the papers back into Adina’s hands, letting the unsuspecting tourist drop all of her things in the middle of a very crowded hallway.

  Adina stooped to pick up her papers, and when she stood up once more, the woman was gone. Adina looked around helplessly, blue eyes having gone wide like a doe in the headlights. She was lost, scared, and hungry. She knew that going to America on her own hadn’t been the best idea, but she needed to get out of the monotony of her daily life. After studying English for so long and so meticulously, when her chance arose she couldn’t have said no if she tried.

  Adina turned on her heel, trying to scan through the crowd for anyone that wasn’t busy. She knew that she was too trusting, almost to a fault. She couldn’t help herself. She wanted only to ever think the best of people.

  That’s when a man caught her attention. He was very clearly American, with thick dark hair pulled back in a short ponytail and a patchy beard growing in along his chin. He was in uniform, and it made Adina tilt her head. A uniform meant a soldier, right?

  A smile spread over Adina’s full, plump lips. She would have a better chance with a soldier than she would with some snobby girl who wasn’t being paid enough to care about the millions of people getting off of flights every other minute.

  With a new bounce in her step, Adina approached the solider. She dragged her suitcase behind her, listening to the calming sound of it clicking across the sections in the tile. Her papers were held in her hand, and when she approached the soldier, Adina gave her biggest and her prettiest smile.

  “Hello, sir,” she greeted.

  The soldier looked Adina up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. He had scars littering nearly his entire face, and it almost made Adina cower and back up from him. From so far away, when his gaze was fixed somewhere in the distance, he hadn’t looked quite as angry as he looked up close.

  “Can you help me?” Adina asked after a moment of silence. If the man wasn’t going to talk to her, then she would continue the conversation on her own. Now that she had spoken more, the soldier raised an eyebrow at Adina. Her accent was subtle, but still there by all means. “I am lost,” Adina said.

  “What do you need to find?” the soldier asked. He straightened up from where he had been leaning against a marbled pillar.

  “I am looking for this hotel,” Adina said. She offered her papers to the soldier, smiling broadly at him. “I’m afraid I am not very good with directions. I have already asked many people, but no one will help me.”

  “Yeah,” the soldier agreed. He scratched at the sparse, coarse beard on his chin and throat. “I know where this is,” he said. “You need someone to take you there, or can you find it on your own once I tell you where to go?” he asked.

  “I would like very much if you were to come with me,” Adina said. “I do not mean to trouble you, but you see I am very bad with American streets. I think I will get more lost.”

  For the first time since she had started talking to him, the soldier cracked a smile at Adina. “I can take you there,” he said. “And if you would like, I can show you around elsewhere, too,” he offered.

  “That sounds amazing!” Adina said, a grin spreading from ear to ear on her lips. “I would love to see around before it gets too dark.”

  “You got here at just the right time,” he said. The soldier looked Adina up and down again, the foreign girl oblivious to the way that his eyes traced her figure. “What’s your name?” he asked.

  “I am Adina,” she said. She offered her hand to the American stranger, knowing that it was what Americans did. The first thing she had learned was that it was only okay for family to greet each other with kisses to the cheeks. “And who are you?” she asked.

  “I’m John,” the soldier said. He took Adina’s hand, and gave it a firm squeeze, paired with a little shake. “It’s very nice to meet you, Adina. I hope I can be of more help to you than other people have been.”

  “You are already being a bigger help,” Adina said. “So many people have been ignoring me. They do not think that I deserve help, I think.”

  “Is it because of where you’re from?” John asked quietly.

  “It might be that,” Adina agreed. She was twirling locks of her hair in her fingers, unable to look up at John and meet his intense, blue eyes. He was being friendly to her, but even he had known that she was a foreigner. Adina hadn’t even said anything about it. “How did you know that I am not American?” she asked. She had been so certain that her accent was bulletproof. After working on it for so many days straight, how could it not be seamless and perfect? It didn’t make sense to her, but perhaps John was simply the kind of man who could easily read people.

  “It’s in the way that you say things,” John said. “Your accent and vocabulary are very good, but sometimes you say something in a way that an American wouldn’t,” he explained. “I mean, I don’t know where you’re from—and it doesn’t matter to me where you’re from, I’ll still help you—but I know that you’re not from America. That’s enough to deter most people,” he explained. John scratched at the back of his neck almost nervously, wondering if that had been the complete opposite of what Adina needed to hear.

  Adina, though she was upset that it was so obvious, understood where her problem was. She didn’t mind John telling her. In fact, she appreciated it. She smiled up at him, beaming from ear to ear in an attempt to show her gratitude towards the American soldier who had been such a big help to her. She couldn’t have done it without him.

  “You said that you wanted to show me around?” Adina asked, tilting her head at John and continuing to smile at him. “I would like that,” she said.

  “Yeah, I’ll show you around the pier and the surrounding town,” he said. “I work at the naval base near here, so I’m very familiar with the town.” John began to walk, waiting for Adina to follow after him. His stride was nearly twice as long as hers, but she did her best to keep up with him. After all, it was all that she could do.

  “You are a navy man?” Adina asked, looking John up and down. From his uniform, she had known that he was a soldier, but she never would have guessed navy. It almost seemed uncharacteristic on him. “I would have thought army. I thought that all American men were in the army?” she teased, a little grin breaking through past her smile.

  John rolled his eyes at the comment, but couldn’t help but smile back at Adina. It was true, most people from out of country—Hell, even some within the country—were convinced that guys were all about the army. John knew the whisperings about the navy, but he brushed all of that aside. Just because people talked about it didn’t make it true.

  “Not all of us,” he said with a smile. “I would have thought higher of you than to assume that all of us American men are the same.” John tutted playfully at Adina as the two of them exited the crowded airport, and Adina laughed. “Here I am, helping you out, out of the kindness of my heart, and you go and say something like that.”

  Adina laughed harder, her grin breaking through unti
l she was showing each of her teeth in a beaming smile. “I can’t help it,” she said, glancing over at John. “That is what I am used to thinking about American men. I learned about America through movies, and that is all that the movies show.”

  “You are so typical,” John teased with another roll of his eyes at Adina. “You learned about America through movies? Don’t you know that all of that is so dramatically played up? It’s almost ridiculous. I can’t believe that that’s where you got your information from.”

  “How else am I supposed to learn?” Adina asked.

  John turned her towards the left as they exited the airport parking lot, and already Adina could smell the fresh breeze coming in from the ocean. She had specifically picked a town near the ocean for her vacation. Where she lived, it was cold enough all year round that nothing would ever unfreeze for more than a few days. Seeing such a huge body of water would be so incredibly new to her, and it made her heart skip and leap for joy.

  “Thank you for doing this,” Adina said to John, even though she knew that she had said it more than enough times already.

  “You don’t have to thank me,” John scoffed. “I’m being a nice person, Adina. A lot of people would be willing to do this for you, you just didn’t find any of the right people the first few times that you tried,” he explained.

  Adina nodded, satisfied with John’s answer. She knew that not every American person was rude, it was just another bias and stereotype that she had picked up from the media. With a determined note to herself, Adina promised that she wouldn’t relate anyone to her movies any longer. It wasn’t fair. If someone used a movie about her country to put her into a very specific little place where she belonged, she certainly wouldn’t be happy with them.