Taken By The Navy Seal (Part 2) (Owned By The Navy Seal)

by North, Leslie

  Chapter 1

  Rita sat in her car half a block from her destination. It was 6:50. She was early. There was still enough time to change her mind. She couldn’t believe she was there. Currently at war with herself, Rita kept telling herself to drive away and forget about it. But she couldn’t get him out of her mind. The thought of Jared Michaels touching her turned her into a fumbling buffoon and all she could think about were those mind-blowing orgasms he gave her in the dressing room. Those leg trembling, toe-curling orgasms that set her on fire. Maybe if I have sex with him, the newness will wear off and I can move on to someone safer. Someone more stable. Someone more boring. Rita sighed.

  When Rita and her ex separated, she had thought she was done with men for a while. Life with Tuck was difficult to say the least. The petty squabbles would escalate quickly and Rita spent many a night hugging her dog, Casey, tight to her wondering what would send him over the edge this time. She shivered when she remembered the night he practically destroyed the kitchen in a fit of temper because she didn’t correctly key in on what he wanted for dinner. “Sorry, Tuck, but I failed the telepathy class at community college,” resulted in her grandma’s cast iron cook pot crashing down, breaking two floor tiles. Their real estate agent was furious and blamed her for not keeping him under control long enough to sell their condo, but damn, toward the end of their relationship, everything set him off and Rita was done walking around on eggshells. As far as she was concerned, there was nothing left to fight about. She felt as dry and empty as a hull. Or, at least she thought she was. Her brief interaction with Jared Michaels reminded her how very much alive she was. And wanting.

  Wanting to feel appreciated. Wanting to feel sexy. Wanting to feel cherished. In your dreams, girlfriend, Rita said to herself. She was nothing more than a tryst to Jared and so long as she remembered that, she wouldn’t get hurt.

  “You’re late,” said a deep, rumbling voice from the passenger side of the car.

  Squealing, “MUST you always sneak up on me?”

  “One. I didn’t sneak up on you. YOU, were lost in your head. Again. And two. You’re late. There are penalties for disobeying,” drawled Jared as he opened the door and slid into the passenger seat.

  Snorting, Rita looked at him, “What are you going to do, spank me?”

  Shrugging, “If you like,” responded Jared. “That’s always good for foreplay.”

  “I will not be spanked,” said Rita through gritted teeth.

  “All disobedient children get a spanking,” said Jared calmly.

  “I am NOT a child,” grumbled Rita, petulantly.

  “Then why are you acting like one?”

  “I am not. It’s just that…I have to go.”

  “Why?”

  “Work stuff,” said Rita, getting into the lie. “I would have called, but I didn’t have your number programmed into my phone yet.”

  “Work stuff?”

  Nodding, “Yes, Brian needs me to go over some plans before tomorrow.” As the volunteer coordinator for the nonprofit Rita worked for, Brian was responsible for bringing Jared in as their new general contractor for the duplex they were rehabbing for a low-income family. They were in serious need of upgrades to make their homes wheelchair accessible and they currently had the funds to give them almost everything on their wish list and possibly a bit more.

  Pulling out his cell phone, Jared checked for messages. “Are you sure about that?” he asked. I had Brian put me on all the call lists and if there were plans to review, I would have gotten the message.” Tossing his phone on her dashboard, he turned to face her. “That’s two,” he said quietly.

  “Wha, what’s two?” squeaked out Rita, but she already knew the answer.

  Holding up one finger, “One, you’re late.” Holding up a second finger, “Two, you lied. Do you want to go for a three?”

  Clutching the steering wheel, Rita huffed out a puff of air. “It’s just that...” before Rita could finish, Jared clicked open her seatbelt, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. As he nuzzled her neck, Rita began to squirm, “Jared, I am NOT a child.”

  “Then stop acting like one,” replied Jared. “I know you’ve felt it. That connection. Why fight it?”

  “There’s no connection,” whispered Rita. “It’s a tryst, nothing more.”

  “And that’s three,” scowled Jared as he opened his door and climbed out, dragging Rita with him.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Pointing out the obvious,” said Jared as he pushed her against her car. Looking down, he smiled as he caught sight of her nipples, already hard and straining against her bra. Leaning down, he blew on each one as she sucked in a breath. “Your body doesn’t lie, Rita. You can’t deny how well we…connected,” said Jared as he dragged his right hand from her hip to her breast. Sucking in her breath, Rita trembled as his fingers nimbly popped three buttons before sliding his hand under her blouse. “What your brain denies, your body screams for fulfillment and I intend to full-fill you over and over,” crooned Jared as he nibbled on her neck. Kissing across her jawline, Jared licked the corner of her mouth. Smiling, “I can smell your arousal.” As Rita opened her mouth to deny what her body was screaming, Jared captured her lips. Biting her lower lip, he sucked it into his mouth before he trapped her tongue in a twisting dance that left her breathless. Leaning into her, Rita parted her legs as Jared ground his hard-on against her. “Come with me, Rita,” Jared whispered, as he nipped at her chin. “Let me show you what your body wants.” Nodding, Rita buried her head against his chest. “No.” Grabbing her chin and looking her in the eye, “Say it.”

  Sliding her hand up, Rita, clutched at his shirt. “Let’s do this.”

  “Do what?” asked Jared as he lazily rubbed her nipples with his thumbs.

  Groaning, Rita twisted his shirt in her hand; her body tingled in places she hadn’t felt in a long time. Her brain had stopped fighting her and the hairs on her arms made her skin tingle as her body came alive. “Let’s go to your place,” whispered Rita.

  “And?” asked Jared.

  “Whatever you want,” replied Rita.

  “Good girl,” said Jared as he kissed her lightly. “Don’t move.” Leaving Rita propped against her car, he reached inside to grab her car keys and purse. Looking around, he spotted another bag in the backseat and looked inside. Smiling, he stepped back, sliding both bags to one shoulder, he locked her car and held out his hand. Rita took his hand, grateful for the warmth and marveling at how sexy he looked carrying her floral tote bag.

  At 6.2, Jared Michaels was an imposing figure. From his crew cut to his dazzling blue eyes, to the chiseled figure of a man who worked out regularly, Jared was a man who commanded attention when he walked into a room. He had put in his time as a Navy Seal and had accepted his medical discharge after his last tour in Afghanistan. He’d always known his time was limited and it could have been much worse. He was grateful to the orthopedic surgeon who put his ankle back together and he only limped when he overdid it. Ever since he took Rita in the dressing room, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He remembered how good she tasted and the smell of her arousal made him hard thinking about it. He couldn’t believe his luck when he laid eyes on her at the job site as he thought he would never see her again. And to have her here now. He wondered how upset she would be if he threw her over his shoulder and sprinted for the house before she changed her mind again.

  Smiling, he pictured her embarrassment as his neighbors peeked out from behind their curtains. Luckily, Jared lived on a quiet street as all his neighbors seemed to work late. Tugging on her ha
nd, they quickly crossed the street and entered his house. “Get naked,” he ordered. “And put these on.” Handing Rita her bag, he left her standing there, as he headed to the bedroom.

  Quickly shedding her clothes, Rita slipped on the shoes she brought with her. Three-inch heels were not that high, but Rita swayed as she balanced in them. Reaching for her belt, she strapped on her pink leather tool belt as she stifled a giggle. Catching her reflection in the mirror, Rita was again caught off guard at her appearance.

  Her wanton, flushed, nipples were hard. Aching to be played with. Her inner core had started clenching the moment she heard Jared’s voice. Rubbing her glistening clit, Rita brought her fingers to her nose. She always loved the smell of arousal. As she was about to stick her finger in her mouth, Jared stopped her.

  “Not yet,” he called out as he walked toward her with his hands full. He was pleased at how turned on she was, but this was his house. His show. His rules. He’d waited too long for this and he was going to enjoy every minute of it and that meant, he was in control. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, lace your fingers behind your head and hold them there.”

  Smiling coyly, Rita reached her hand out toward Jared, “But.”

  Taking a step back, Jared shook his head. “No buts, Rita. Hands, behind your head. Now.” Jared froze as he watched Rita battle with her inner demons. He knew she was turned on and he hoped she wanted this as much as he did. He was so looking forward to dragging another screaming orgasm out of her. And another. And another. Smiling boyishly, Jared cocked his head as he smiled at her. “I’m waiting, Rita.”

  Flushing, Rita slowly raised her arms and laced her fingers behind her head. Smiling tentatively, she bit her lower lip as Jared’s demeanor shifted. Was it her or did it get really hot in here all of a sudden. As Jared stepped toward her, Rita resisted the urge to step back. Looking him in the eyes, she held his gaze as he placed what he was carrying in the various pockets of her pink leather tool belt. As Rita dropped her head to see what he was placing, he placed a finger under her chin.

  “Look at me.” As Rita looked at him again, he smiled. Kissing her lightly on the lips, he trailed soft kisses up her cheek to her ear. Heat swept across her body as Rita felt the tickle of his day’s growth against her skin. His chuckle sent vibrations to her clit as wetness flooded her. Stepping back, he looked her over. “Turn for me.” As Rita started to drop her hands, Jared stopped her. “No, I like you like that, keep your hands where they are.” Flushing deeper, Rita slowly turned in a circle. When her back was to Jared, he stopped her. Stepping forward, he slowly ran his hands down her back. Trailing fingers down her sides, Rita shivered as he left trails of heat across her. Sliding his hands down her hips, he cupped her ass as he stepped forward. Pressing against her back, he whispered, “Can you feel what you do to me, Rita?” Rita nodded, unable to speak as his erection pressed into her backside. The thought of what may happen tonight had her tingling all over. As Jared stepped back, he continued his exploration. Sliding his hands down her legs, he began the slow journey back up. Rita moaned as he licked the small of her back. Sliding his hands back up her back, he grabbed her wrists and brought her hands down to her sides. Kissing her shoulders, he tugged at her left wrist as he walked toward the hallway.

  “Let’s take this some place more comfortable.” As Rita followed Jared, she took a quick peek at the contents of her tool belt. She saw what looked like lube, condoms, another bottle and some items that she couldn’t identify. Tugging at her a little harder, Rita picked up the pace as she followed Jared. Stepping into his bedroom, Rita had little time to look around as he strode toward his bed. Turning quickly, Jared advanced toward her. Cupping the side of her face, he kissed her hard making his need apparent. As Rita opened her mouth to moan, Jared deepened the kiss. He tangled his hands in her hair as the kiss became more passionate. He angled his head and enjoyed the feel of her tongue stroking his until he broke away. When she opened her eyes and looked up at him, it was with an unfocused stare. Their breaths were quick and shallow. She clung to him, swaying slightly. Still holding her face, he smiled in triumph.

  “If kissing can affect us that much, imagine what else I have in store for you.” Before Rita could reply, he guided her to the bed. “Climb up and lay on your back.” As Rita climbed up on the overly high bed, she couldn’t find a more graceful way to move so she crawled up the length of the bed toward the padded headboard. She paused to look over her shoulder at Jared’s strangled cough. Raising an eyebrow at him, Jared covered his mouth with one hand as he waved her on, unable to speak. Nodding, Rita continued. It was all Jared could do to keep his desire in check. Watching Rita’s hips sway as she crawled up the bed almost undid him. He was in a panic when he caught sight of her sitting in the car. He could tell from across the street that she was at war with herself and he was afraid that she would cut and run before he could be with her again. It took all his self-control not to drag her in the house and now she was here. Her sweet rounded hips and that beautiful ass, bouncing as she crawled up his bed. He couldn’t have planned that better if he had.

  As Rita got to the head of the bed, she sat down and rolled onto her back. As Jared walked toward her, she smiled tentatively. Jared reached for her and began to arrange her on the bed. Sitting next to her, he adjusted her tool belt so it draped to the side. “Bend your legs,” he commanded. Bending her knees, Rita rested her heels on the bed. Reaching for a pillow, Jared lifted her hips so he could place it beneath her. Sliding between her legs, he adjusted each leg until she was spread, wide open. Crawling up her body, he took her wrists and draped her arms above her head. Kissing her lightly, he backed away and off the bed. Walking to the end of the bed, he sat down in a chair that he had conveniently placed at the foot of the bed. As they gazed upon each other, Rita grew increasingly uncomfortable under his watchful stare and closed her eyes.

  “Don’t close your eyes,” he commanded. “I want to see all of you.” Opening startled eyes, Rita looked at him.

  “What do you want me to do?”

  “Nothing at the moment. I simply want to look at you.” Sitting back, Jared gazed upon her. He loved that she was so easily self-conscious and her blush made her all the more beautiful. Reaching for a remote, he dimmed the lights around him, casting a soft glow upon her skin. As he adjusted his position to ease his growing discomfort, Rita continued to watch him. As his eyes narrowed, Rita blushed further. “I love that you blush for me, Rita.”

  Squirming slightly, “Is this all you want me to do?”

  “No,” he replied, with a wicked grin on his face. “I want you to masturbate for me.”

  Snorting, Rita looked at him. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

  “I want you to masturbate for me. You’ve done it before, haven’t you?”

  “Well yes, but not very often and NEVER in front of anyone.”

  “Today, is a good day to try new things,” Jared replied.

  Twisting her hands as they lay above her, “Seriously, Jared, I’m not any good at this. It’s not the same as…”

  “The real thing? Of course not, but you’ll do it for me, won’t you Rita?” He asked. Shifting uncomfortably, Rita was about to respond when Jared asked, “Would it help if I start you out?” Rita nodded, too embarrassed to speak. Sitting back, Jared crossed one leg over his knee and looked at her. “Why don’t you start by touching your breasts and then do whatever feels good to you. If you get stuck, I’ll help.”

  As Rita lowered her hands, she tentatively cupped her breasts as she watched Jared. His nostrils flared slightly, but he said nothing. Her hands lightly brushed against her nipples as they quickly perked up. She blinked her eyes slowly as she gently tweaked each nipple. Her mouth opened in pleasure as one hand drifted down her stomach while the other continued to brush her breasts and pinch her nipples. Rita had tried masturbating like this on numerous occasions, but it never felt as good as this. Today, her skin tingled in anticipation. She gazed at Jared as
he sat forward. Her breath hitched as her fingers reached the top of her slit. Her body twitched as she bit her lip in concentration. She palmed her hairless mound as her other hand began its trip down her stomach. With two fingers, she separated her lips as she circled her clit. She was wet and her fingers were slippery as she dipped one finger inside. Gasping softly, she pushed down harder and quickly slipped two fingers inside, pausing as her muscles adjusted. As her fingers became more lubricated, Rita continued to rub herself, adding more pressure as she brushed against her clit. Her other hand strayed back up her body as she massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples. Rolling her hips, Rita arched her back up as she felt that slow moving pressure begin to work its way up from her inner core. She closed her eyes as she felt the orgasm build.

  She felt his callused palms on her skin. Opening her eyes, she found Jared kneeling between her legs as he rubbed the back of her thighs. “Don’t stop,” he said hoarsely. I wanted a closer look.” As Rita’s fingers moved faster, she began to twitch. Pausing, she looked Jared in the eyes before she stuck her lubricated fingers in her mouth and sucked hard. Jared’s harsh intake of breath was the only sound he made before he grabbed her legs, pushing them wider apart. Then his mouth was on her. He couldn’t resist taking a taste. Sucking gently on her clit as it blossomed in his mouth. He paused to admire it as it bloomed from her hood. Rita writhed beneath him. Her body jolted when he connected with her clit. His familiar fingers quickly took the place of hers as they slid inside, stroking as his tongue teased her ever higher. He stroked her skin as she quivered beneath him. The memory of their first time together in the dressing room made Rita’s toes curl, as she demanded more.