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

by Silver Ocean Publishing

  “How about I follow you back to your place,” she offered, strutting over to his side. “And we see how things go from there?” He grinned like the cat that got the cream and, after a cursory glance to make sure they weren't being watched, he reached over a muscled arm and slid his palm up her thigh to grasp her hip with a firm squeeze, pupils blowing out at her hushed gasp.

  “Seems like a plan to me,” it didn't take long, however brushes of skin and the occasional kiss to the neck or on a stubbled chin might have slowed their progress, before they reluctantly parted to get into their respective cars.

  Following him to his house was surprisingly not too much of a deviation from hers- he was evidently just a few streets past her block, and she had no idea. She idly wondered if Anthony knew; it seemed like he roughly lived at the half way point between the two houses. Another positive in wanting to try and have a relationship with this man. Pulling up to the curb in front of his house, she stepped out and met him at the door.

  Before they even got into the door, he's already pressing her back against the entrance to his home, finally pressing his mouth against hers firmly. His arms rested on either side of her head as he sipped at her bottom lip, eliciting a soft hum of pleasure from the back of her throat. Parting with a gasp, she tried to force her lungs in working to full capacity as he fumbled for the keys to his door. His mouth worked over the pulse point of her neck as he managed to get the key in the lock tumbler, and with a broad, strong arm bracing her, they stumbled into his home.

  She's vaguely certain that he managed to kick the door shut, and she knows that, at some point in their embrace he's guided them to a bedroom because after an eternity of being gently walked backwards, she felt the back of her knees hit the bed.

  “This dress looks absolutely gorgeous on you,” he purred against her lips. “But it'll look much better on the floor, don't you think?”

  “Oh, yes,” she moans as she kicked off her shoes. Collaboratively, they push the dress off of her and let it pool on the floor, forgotten, and he guides her to lie on the plush mattress. She settles on it heavily, and she's suddenly keenly aware of the threadbare lace panties digging into her fleshy hips. He must have known, because he was on her, mouth pressing against the pulse point on her neck, fingers hooking into her panties and all but tearing them off of her. Immediately, his fingers went to her womanly petals, thick fingers dipping past the dark curls that gathered between her thighs so he could start to work her. “Ah, I don't know how- ah,” she mewled when his teeth began to worry against her neck after he followed her to the bed, hovering over her without quite pressing anything into her but the lightest of brushes against her stomach while he began to allow her to squirm against his hand.

  “New to pregnant sex?” He rumbles into her skin, and she knows he can feel her nod, or at least hoped he could, because speech was all but impossible when his mouth and fingers worked so skillfully on her. “Don't you worry, gorgeous, we'll get quite adept at it with practice. Now,” she bit back a whimper of disappointment when he pulled away, denied the orgasm she had been climbing higher and higher toward. “On your hands and knees, gorgeous. It's the best way to keep you comfortable,” had he not snaked his hand back between her thighs to brush along the curls that covered her now thoroughly slicked folds, she might have thought to remember to ask how he became an expert, but she could feel that his touch was meant to be coaxing her, non committal until she was in the position he told her to get in. After rocking onto her side, she managed to comply, and crawled toward the center of the bed.

  She watched from over her shoulder as Victor stripped, exposing his tattoos- splashes of color on the arm surrounding a flag on his arm, a tribal tattoo on the neck, a tribute marker with a date of birth and death on his collarbone. He caught her eye as he was pulling off his boxer briefs and slipping on a condom, and a sheepish, apologetic smile graced his lips.

  “Sorry if this seems impersonal. This was just the way that's most comfortable, according to some sites I found.” He unexpectedly flushed. “I, ah, looked into it, just in case.” Touched that he was so concerned, she beckoned him over with a crook of her finger. He wasted no time in draping himself over her, fingers that were teasing before were now just barely brushing her entrance, and she keened with want, maneuvering around her belly to press her front against the soft comforter in a blind, desperate attempt to build friction. She cried out sharply as the sudden clap of his hand connecting with her cheek; not enough to bruise, but just enough to get her to stop her movements.

  “Victor-!” She choked on his name and the pleasure building in her both, and he practically growled against her.

  “No coming without me, darling.” Those teasing digits were now pressing insistently into her, a calloused thumb pressing against her clitoris in just the right way that had her back bowing until her stomach brushed the bed. “Delanie,” he moaned her name into her shoulder as he lined up the head of his engorged cock to her sopping entrance. Once he was sure she was ready, he slid into her until his hips were pushed flush against her plush buttocks, a long groan from some locked away corner of his soul breathed out in one long, low rumble as he slid fully in.

  He stood still while she adjusted, and she appreciated the moment of reprieve, but what she needed was release. She wriggled against him, and it was all it took for him to start to piston his hips against hers, the sound of flesh bumping against one another setting the tempo only interrupted by gasps, moans, and keening as they allowed their pleasure to build.

  “'Lanie,” he panted, reaching up to card his fingers through her hair. “Tell me,” his words were cut off by a groan. “Tell me what gets you off. Guide me, need you to guide me.” Through her panting whimpering, and the tight coil in her belly that begged for him to find her release, she managed to remember how to articulate her words.

  “Clit,” she breathed out hoarsely. “Please, please, please, Victor,” pushing her rear higher in the air to allow him to get a better angle into her, his steady pace was thrown for the extra involuntary stuttering of his hips at the sensation of getting more of his thick manhood into her. Forcing himself to focus, he snaked a hand between them, under his cock, and began to draw lazy circles around her womanly pearl, and she wailed at the flood of stimuli that she was assaulted with as he continued to pound into her.

  Her orgasm ripped through her so unexpectedly that she couldn't stop the scream of pleasure the tore itself from her throat as her walls clenched around his member with every cresting wave of her orgasm that she was left to ride out. Finally, it had built into too much, and Victor was following right behind her, though he was wearing a condom, she could still feel the heated spurts of his orgasm against her insides before they both flopped on their side on the bed. They lay there, panting and feeling boneless while they recouped from their exertions. After a few moments, he slid out of her with a soft kiss to her shoulder, and went to dispose of the condom.

  When he returned, he had a glass of ice water to hand to her, and she accepted it with a soft, 'thank you.' Drinking greedily from the glass, she watched him, curious of how he was going to want the rest of this to go.

  “That was,” he panted out a laugh. “That was incredible. The date was just as great, but I felt like I should tell you that this was the best time I've had in a long time.” She smiled appreciatively.

  “I know the feeling,” she hummed in agreement, handing the last half of the glass to him to drink. “If it's alright with you,” she mused as she slid her panties and dress on. “I'd love for us to get together again sometime.” Victor grinned widely at the remark.

  “Well, that's a far less awkward way of saying it than I would have put it,” he laughed. “So I'm glad the feeling is mutual. We've got a week long op out in the field coming up- Anthony's probably mentioned it at some point,” she nodded. “But after that, I think it'd be great to grab some dinner, maybe go to a museum or something.”

  “A museum sounds like a fun date,” she gig
gled. “I hope Anthony doesn't prod you for too many details while you're out in the field.” Victor chuckled as he drew her in for a hug.

  “Nah- out there, I'm his commanding officer; he wouldn't dare ask something so informal while we were in uniform. And if he did, I'd just make him do push ups until he got sick.” He said casually as he hopped back into his jeans one leg at a time.

  “Hey! He's like my brother!” Some small part of her mourned the loss of sight on his toned chest and abs when he pulled his shirt back on.

  “Rules are rules, my dear,” he flashed a toothy grin that suggested he wouldn't feel even a little sorry if it came down to it, and Anthony was dumb enough to try it just because they were dating now. The prospect was still such a strange one, given how briefly they knew each other, and yet, Delanie thought, it felt right, or at least, as right as it could for knowing someone all of a day.

  “Alright, fair enough,” she said once she'd put her shoes back on. “I'd best get going, though- I have a publisher to appease that will piss on my entire repertoire if I don't satisfy his every literary need. One of these days I should just get a pet to comfort me.” Victor tossed his head back and laughed at the image.

  “Oh, I should show you my dog sometime. He's at a friends house getting watched while we're out in the field, but next time, I'll introduce you,” he grinned. “He's my baby boy. My fat, stupid boy, but he's mine all the same.” She giggled as he let her out the door and walked her to her car.

  “Sounds near enough like what I need in my life, I can assure you.” She turned to him with a smile as she fiddled with her keys. “I had a wonderful time today.” Against the setting sun, his whiskey irises glinted in glee as she hit the button on her key to unlock her car.

  “Likewise,” he said simply, but she knew he meant so much more. Already, they were learning to read each other, to know what was and wasn't said amongst them. This would certainly be an interesting ride, Delanie concluded as he pressed her against the side of her car for another thoroughly intimate kiss. Hours might have passed for all she cared for how skilled his mouth was, and how wonderful his fingers felt gently scratching her scalp. “Be seeing you,” he said breathily after they parted. He took a step back, hands in his pockets, and smiled widely as she stumbled to get back into her car.

  She was grateful that her house wasn't terribly far away from hers; in her dreamy state of mind, it was easy to get distracted by the wonderful ache between her thighs. It only grew more pronounced after she pulled into her driveway and walked to her door, the friction making her still-scorching hot womanhood ache with want for another release even as she began to tidy up the kitchen once she had locked and bolted her door. After she had stepped out of her shoes, she headed to the bathroom to clean off her make up, washed her face, and brushed her teeth for the night before heading to her room.

  Shedding her lovely dress and pulling on an oversized sweater, she curled in bed as best she could around the baby, and tucked herself in for the night. Even though she had clicked the light off and pulled the covers over her, and Noodle was now perched at the foot of the bed, balled up and already dozing off, she simply laid there, reflecting on the day and how she found herself so attracted to someone who, for all intents and purposes, was a total stranger to her barely more than a full twenty-four hours ago.

  As her mind tried to wind itself down and allow her to sleep, her phone buzzed beside her head, and she checked to see who was hailing her at this hour. Blinking against the brightness amongst the darkness of her room, she smiled when she saw that Victor had sent her a text wishing her a goodnight, with the promise of talking tomorrow before he and Anthony went out in the field. With a quick response in kind, she set her phone down and yawned widely, sleep suddenly assaulting her eyes for how intensely they burned when she tried to keep them open long enough to set her alarm and make sure Noodle wasn't going to fall off of the side of the bed. And as she settled deeper into the blankets, she thought on tomorrow, and how excited she suddenly found herself for it.

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  Edge of Control

  Chapter one

  “I know that this is not what you want to do, but I think it will be good for you, Emily. Losing a loved one can be taxing on the soul. I understand that more than anybody and I think you know that. I’ve had my fair share of loss. You need to remember that it’s a necessary part of life. If you can do that, then you’ll begin to understand that you don’t have to allow it to swallow you whole.” Emily listened to her friend and deep down; she knew that Jane was only trying to help. Losing her father had turned her into a basket case. They were very close. Her mother had already died when she was too young to really understand and he was there to pick up the pieces.

  “I know in my heart that you’re right, but I just can’t get over the fact that he’s gone. He was one that raised me and taught me everything I needed to know about life. He was also the one that sheltered me and kept me from stretching my wings. He was overprotective and he had me on a short leash, when it came to boys. I really didn’t have a chance to rebel, because I didn’t know any better.” Emily stood there and watched her friend shake her head in disbelief. It was two months after losing her father that she was still lamenting over it.

  “You really do need to get out of the ratty bath robe and into something a little more uncomfortable. I would suggest that you take a shower, wash your hair and get composed. This is the one time that I’m not going to take no for an answer. If I have to, I’ll drag you kicking and screaming to my friends bar. She just opened it and she wants all the moral support and customers that she can get. I promised her that we would be there and I’m not going to allow you to make a liar out of me.” Jane was through playing with kid gloves and if she had to use tough love, then that was what she was going to do.

  Seeing her friend getting forceful was exactly what Emily needed. She had seen her life go in different directions and each path had made her what she was today. She was a professional CPA and she knew her way around numbers like the back of her hand. Having her own business had afforded her the opportunity to work on her schedule and nobody else’s.

  “Fine I’m going, but don’t think that this is not under protest.” Emily turned her 5’9, 140 pound sculpted body in the direction of the bathroom. Her long blond hair was neglected and needed some major help to get back into fighting form. “Just don’t be surprised, if I sit there all night nursing one drink and looking out into space.” This was her last ditch effort to show her friend that dragging her by force of will was not a good idea.

  “I don’t care if you sit there all night. As long as you are out amongst the living and no longer looking like the night of the living dead, then I’m happy. It will be a huge step in the right direction and I think you know that.” Jane had her arms crossed over her chest, wearing the dictionary meaning of a little black dress. The silky material hugged her body and made her feel extra special and sexy. She would be in a room full of women that would use their youth to ensnare a mate.

  Emily showered, washed her hair and she had to admit that she did feel better. She still had that loss hanging over her head like a Damocles sword, but she was at least coming out of her shell. She had never been very sociable, but there were times that she did let her hair down. Most often than not, it had nothing to do with a man. In fact, she had had one very disastrous relationship that had scarred her to her very soul. She didn’t even want to mention his name, in case it was like Beetle juice. She didn’t want him to show up on her doorstep
looking for that all important booty call.

  Emily picked a red and white dress and she accentuated it with a gold necklace with a cross on the end of it. It was to remind her that god would always be by her side. She put on a pair of 4 inch black heels and underneath the entire ensemble was her secret that only Victoria knew about. There was no doubt in her mind that the guys would be all over her with free drinks and propositions of getting that dress on their bedroom floor.

  Coming from a one child family and now essentially alone in the world, she was going to use Jane, as your own personal life line to crawl out of this depression that was weighing her down heavily. She put on a fake smile, applied a modicum of makeup to her already natural good looks. In these high heels, she was now over 6 feet tall and could be described, as a tall drink of water.

  “I hope you’re happy.” Jane turned around and saw her friend and was amazed by the 100% transformation. She no longer looked like she was down in the dumps. This brought a smile to her face, although deep down she knew that her friend needed a lot more than just a ladies’ night. “I think I’ve already mentioned that I’m doing this under protest.”

  “I know that you’re going to be the Belle of the ball.” Jane hooked her hand in between her friends arm and they walked out into a light mist, before racing over to the car. It was a white Volvo beetle. Jane was very happy with acquiring the vehicle. She had always wanted one, from the time that she was very young.

  They arrived at the bar and amazingly it was standing room only. A live band was playing on stage and getting everybody on the dance floor. It wasn’t long, before Jane was leaving her friend to wallow in self pity at the bar.