SEAL: A Bad Boy Romance

by Faye, Carmen

  “I don’t know. Are you a wild cat?”

  “If I can sit on your cock and ride you like a horse, then a wild cat I’ll be.” She got up and walked to the entrance of the pool, leaving him looking after her.

  “You’re getting pretty good at that,” he said, as he caught up to her.

  “Thanks.” The smile she gave him was much better than the disgust he’d seen earlier, and he chose to forget about the person who made her mad. Chances are, the individual would resurface again, and he’d be ready with a six-pack of whoop ass just for him. That would have to be enough for now, as Emmy had a contented look on her face, and they would keep each other company for the next few days.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Emmy was shocked and surprised at herself. Not only did she ask for what she wanted, but she’d gotten it. It was a rough morning with that jerk, but she was freshly fucked and ready for part two of her day. She giggled at herself because, just yesterday, she wouldn’t have thought to use such coarse language. Emmy had said a few bad words sprinkled here and there, just to enhance or emphasize what she was talking about, but not as a casual add on and never to increase her arousal. Who even knew that could happen? Although she was strongly suspecting that it was the person who used the words that got her so hot.

  The knock on the door made her look at her phone. Damn, giggle. She was doing so much thinking while she was getting ready she was almost late.

  She opened the door and a fresh looking Matt walked in the door. He had boots and shorts for her.

  “What’s wrong with my outfit?” she asked, looking down at what she had on.

  “Nothing, but I wanted to make sure you had the right boots because it is a steep climb. We aren’t going fast, as it’s more of an exploration than what I’m used to, but I want to make sure you’re good.”

  She liked how he looked after her, but she was here to be more independent. Is it just the way I look that makes people want to take care of me? She wasn’t sure, and she usually didn’t like it at all, but with him, it was endearing. Emmy put on the hiking boots and the shorts without putting up much of a fuss, but when she was done, he came after her with some sort of spray.

  “What in the world is that?”

  “It’s the best insect repellant in the world. Military grade.” He didn’t stop spraying when he talked, and there was a big cloud of aerosol that she was breathing in.

  “Matt?”

  “I don’t want anything biting your nipples but me.” He bit her bottom lip, and that made her moan and want for other things, but he just gave her a quick smack on the ass as he walked to the door. “Come on, if we don’t get there on time, they’ll leave without us.”

  “We don’t want that.” She grabbed her small purse and room key, and they were out the door.

  ***

  She learned a few things about Matt in the last hour and a half. First, he was a very fast walker, and he was knowledgeable about a lot of outdoorsy things. He could also read her like a book. She was trying to keep her calm the whole walk up the side of the mountain, but the man who’d accosted her earlier in the day and pissed her off so badly was in the same group as they were and kept trying to talk to Matt.

  Every time the man would get close to them, Emmy would take deep breaths and try not to go off on the man. She’d twisted his nuts so badly she would have thought he wouldn’t be on a nature hike that required so much walking. Maybe he had resilient nuts, or maybe that happened so often it was like a slap on the hand. She didn’t want Matt to get involved in it since he seemed to think he was her protector and she was a helpless female lost in the storm. That mental image made her laugh a little, and Matt looked over at her.

  “I’m glad to see you enjoying yourself a bit. I was beginning to think you hated this.”

  “Why would you think that?”

  “You were snarling and mumbling the whole way up here when we weren’t talking about anything. It’s either you don’t like the hike, or you don’t like Marcus over there. Come to think of it, you start with the mumbling and dirty looks when he comes by. Is he the reason you were pissed this morning, or do you know him from somewhere else?”

  She just looked at him like she did when someone asked her a question she wasn’t going to answer. He didn’t know her that well, so he wouldn’t recognize that expression, but he was very observant and would figure it out.

  “What do you do at work?” She thought to change the topic since they weren’t going to getting anywhere with the one he chose.

  He looked at her, and she thought he may understand the expression she gave him more than she thought because he gave her the exact same one in return.

  “Unfortunately, I can’t tell you that. I’m ranked pretty high, and most of what I do is classified information.”

  “Like if you tell me, you’d have to kill me?” She joked with him, and although she got a bit of a smirk, he wasn’t talking.

  “I’d never kill you, but I’m good at keeping secrets.” Matt looked at Marcus. “Do you have something you want to share with me?”

  “Why do I get the feeling that if I told you something I may not know what happened, but it would be taken care of?” She wouldn’t ever tell a soul, but it was nice to have someone who had your back.

  “I don’t know why you’d feel that way, but I get the same feeling that you think you handled the situation and you wouldn’t tell me anything anyway.”

  “Maybe we know each other better than we thought.” She never knew what people meant about standing there making google eyes at each other, but that’s what they appeared to be doing.

  The guides were taking a break and letting everyone take pictures at the top of the mountain. The view was breathtaking; it was like they were at the top of the world.

  “Makes everything else seem kind of small when you’re up here doesn’t it?” Matt said when he pulled her hand in his.

  “I’m taking this grand trip because of my aunt. She passed away last year, and no one wanted to tell me because it was my last year of college and they didn’t want me to worry. When I graduated, they couldn’t tell me all the bullshit they’d been feeding me for the last eight months. They said she was gone on vacation or she couldn’t talk, but she was my favorite aunt…she wouldn’t have missed my graduation.” She took her hand back from him. “That’s why it’s important for me to be independent—so I can prove to my family and to myself that I can make it out here.”

  He wrapped her up in his arms. “I can’t tell you much about my job, but I know people, and we’ve clicked since we first met. What I can guarantee is there is more to that story than what you’re telling me.” He tried to look down into her face, but she looked away from him. There was no frigging way she was going to tell him that part of her life story. One of the reasons why she liked being with him so much was that he didn’t treat her like a fragile little flower. He grabbed her and squeezed her and fucked her like she was a woman without a disability, without a defect that had been fixed.

  “Maybe another time,” she said so that he could stop looking at her expectantly and she could move on with her vacation.

  “Hey Matt,” said the man she knew now as Marcus, but was better known to her as the guy whose bat and balls she had in a vice grip, as he ran up to them. She wondered if that bastard took her chair and umbrella.

  “Yes?” Matt let Emmy go a bit and went back to holding her hand, which was unfortunate because that made her have to stay here with them.

  “What are we doing tonight?” The man was just abrasive, and Emmy wondered whether he even realized it.

  “Excuse me?” Matt looked a bit confused at the man and this conversation.

  “I thought that since you are both alone and so am I, we could all find something to do this evening.” The man must have sensed the change in the atmosphere—even at these high altitudes. Matt let go of Emmy’s hand and placed her a little behind him. “I meant like the club or dinner when we get back. I’d ho
ped to meet someone here in paradise. That was the misunderstanding this morning. Right?”

  “So this is the guy who made you upset this morning?” Matt looked at Emmy, and she just shrugged.

  “You didn’t tell him about it, sweetheart?” Marcus said, like he’d found a chink in her armor.

  “Don’t push it, Marcus. It doesn’t put you in the best light.”

  The man backed down, and both she and Marcus looked at Matt.

  “Let me talk it over with Emmy and get back to you. What room are you in?”

  “The room number is nine seventeen. I hope to hear from you guys; you seem like a lot of fun.” Marcus looked at them both, and she wondered if the man was mentally stable, because only a fool would try to tangle with her after the time they’d just had.

  Emmy watched the man move away and wondered why she didn’t just tell Matt what was going on. It was obvious Marcus was trying to make Matt think she was loose, but little did he know she’d slept with Matt already. His cock block wasn’t going to work.

  Matt turned to her, but the guides picked that moment to call them all back. “It’s going to be just before dusk when we get back, so we need to get going.”

  She reached out her hand to him, and he took it without saying a word, but she could tell he was in his puzzle mode. “Before you ask. I don’t want to go anywhere with that man—and I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “There was no way in the world he was going to go out with us, but you know I’ve been curious to find out what set you off this morning. You were pissed.” He watched her as he spoke—and must have been learning more and more about her—because he just led the way down the mountain without waiting for an answer.

  Emmy could see Marcus just outside her peripheral vision. She didn’t want to talk about it to Matt for a few reasons. For one, she didn’t want the hassle. Matt was a born protector and would feel like he had to defend her honor or some stupid thing like that, and she didn’t want him to get hurt. The other reason was the man wasn’t worth the time and effort in her opinion. When you see trash, you just step over it and keep it moving, she thought. She’d admit that he was an as-bold-as-brass type guy since he had the nerve to come over because he assumed, albeit correctly, that she’d not told Matt. He just didn’t know the reason why.

  Emmy was exhausted when she got to the bottom of the mountain but not for the reason Matt would think. She had no problem saying she was tired, but she’d just not give him the real reason why.

  “Do you still want to go out to eat? I don’t mind eating in the room and maybe we can watch a movie.”

  “Watch a movie? We are in the land of paradise; there will be no sitting in the room and relaxing. There is a whole world of things to see here, but I may need to lay down for an hour or so.” She walked up to her room, and he opened up her door for her. There was nothing she wanted to do more than to get in the bed and sleep, but she needed a shower like the world’s dirtiest man and she wasn’t going to mess up her pretty sheets with her muck. Maybe just a few minutes of rest and she could get up, get showered, and be ready to go out on the town like a normal person.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Matt was being pulled into the web of Emmy. She was a paradox so full of contradictions. She was sweet and giving, but when you got to a topic she didn’t want to discuss, she reminded him of himself sealing up tighter than submarine. He knew there was more to the story than she wanted to tell. She was unusually tired today, and he’d worn her out yesterday. Not that he didn’t think he wore her ass out with one of the best fucks he’d ever had, but she’d fallen asleep like they’d run a marathon.

  He let her into her room, and she was so exhausted that she didn’t question him getting her into the room and leaving with the key. Matt had taken a shower and picked out his clothes, but he decided he’d lay down with Emmy. He’d not had the desire or inclination to do that with any woman in recent years, but he wasn’t going to question it. Matt wanted to just lay in the bed and do nothing but… rest? Usually that wasn’t the case, but it was this evening.

  Sleep didn’t come to Matt easily, so last night when he’d been there and left afterwards, it had been half to give her a taste of the one-night stand she’d claimed she wanted. Yet, on the other hand, he hadn’t wanted to keep her up with his tossing, turning, and sometimes shouting in his sleep. No one needed to put up with that, especially on vacation.

  Laying still in the darkness was something he was used to doing on missions, so doing it while holding a soft sexy female in his arms was no trial. He could tell she was awake by the change in her breathing, and her heart fluttered like a little bird in her chest.

  “Emmy, it’s me, Matt.” He felt her relax and after a few seconds she stretched like a large cat. Turning to the light switch, he turned it on and watched her squint in the bright light.

  “You took a nap with me?” she asked like she was dazed.

  “Yes. I did. Just one of the many services I offer.” He kissed her, and she kissed him with the same wild abandon as she did the first time she kissed him, but then she hopped up out of bed.

  “I didn’t mean to go to sleep. I only wanted to close my eyes for a few seconds. Now I have to shower, and you’re probably starving.” She paced the floor like it was a crime against nature that he’d not eaten in a few hours.

  “It’s not that big of a deal.” He tried to console her, but she was too busy making a big deal out of it to listen to him. “How about we take a shower together, then we can get something to eat. There are some late dinner theaters and clubs we can hit. It’s not a problem. We’re on vacation and have nothing but time.”

  She visually seemed to calm down, and she moved over to her bag and busied herself with something. It looked like she was taking a pill of some sort, but he knew the body mechanics of someone trying to hide something, and she definitely didn’t want him to know what she was taking. That’s peculiar, he thought.

  “I’m prepared to see your toned, firm, sexy, fit body in my shower. Do I get to wash you off?” She looked excited about the prospect of running her hands over his body, and he thought about the few times they’d been intimate. They’d either been rushed, or they’d been too frantic to slow down and savor it. Not that he was that type of man, but he aimed to please, especially this woman who seemed to make him want to make exceptions for her.

  “Then off we go,” he said, as he led her to the bathroom. It was a bit small for the both of them, but he didn’t mind getting close to her.

  He’d taken off her boots, socks, shorts and shirt when he’d gotten her more comfortable for her nap. It would have probably been easier to say what he’d left on, which was her bra and panties. He liked that she was spending most of her time just watching him take off his clothes. There hadn’t been a time that he was ashamed to take off his clothes, but the way she looked at him when he was undressed made him appreciate his body even more.

  She turned on the water and quickly took off the two items of clothing he’d left on her person and then waited for him to get in. The shower was surprisingly larger than what he’d expected. She must have had a different layout because his shower wasn’t this big.

  “Come on over.” She motioned to him with her hands all soaped up and ready. He walked the few steps over and stood under the water to get himself all wet for her.

  “Is this a specialty of yours?” he asked her, as she rubbed her hands from his neck to his torso. It was very relaxing, and the small warm cocoon made for a very intimate atmosphere.

  “It hasn’t been, but for you, I could get used to it. All I’m missing is the grapes to feed you.” She had soaped up all the skin on his arms, back, and chest before she moved lower. Watching the look on her face as she soaped him up was making his cock stand up higher and higher, like it was demanding attention.

  “We could always call room service,” he replied.

  “No. I think you’ll have to do without the refreshments.” She moved down to his co
ck with her soapy hands, and all he could do was watch her give it the cleaning of a lifetime. She went hand over hand, then swiveled from the base to the tip and then off and then stroked him hard while she fondled his balls.

  “Are you supposed to be cleaning me up or jacking me off?” It wasn’t that he wasn’t enjoying himself immensely, but not being in control of the situation made him uneasy.

  “I was making you dirty so I could clean you all up again. Come for me—and I’ll show you.” She looked so playful and happy, he decided to let go of his ridged stance to always be in charge and let her have fun.

  The warm water, her soapy hands, and the slick glide she kept sneaking past his taint was going to make this one extraordinary hand job. He fucked up into her grasp, as she made her hands tighter so he could thrust through them. She was good at moderating the tension in her hands and watching him for what felt good.