Big Daddy SEAL

by Mickey Miller

  “My song?” I hadn’t published anything new in years. What was she talking about?

  “Your performance at the Family Room,” She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, half of which got stuck behind the earpiece of her glasses. “It’s all over Youtube.”

  “You mean your song,” I corrected.

  “Yeah I guess so. It was beautiful. I’d like to hear the end of it.” She smiled, a glimmer of hope on a face that was prettier than any song I could ever write. “The video cut out when the sprinklers went on.”

  “It’s not finished,” I said. “I don’t have an ending for it yet.”

  I’d been locked away for days obsessively writing and rewriting the ending. I wanted it to be perfect, but just couldn’t get it there. If it was perfect, maybe, just maybe, she might come back to me.

  “Oh,” There was a hint of disappointment in her voice that made my heart crack. It took everything I had not to reach out and touch her, to soothe that look away. “I don’t want to hate you, Luke. I’m hurt and pissed off, but that doesn’t undo all the good memories I have of you. I just want to understand.”

  “Know that despite everything that’s happened,” I put my arm over the back of the sofa and lean in. “I never stopped caring about you.”

  “Why did you leave me?” Her voice was so quiet.

  “I—” I pushed my air out in resignation, thinking of the promise I made to my mother before she died. “I can’t tell you, I’m sorry.”

  “I’m back now, though.” My fingers twitched at how close she was. I needed to touch her, to prove to myself that she was really here. When my hand grazed the side of her face I realized how lost I was. “And I’m never leaving you again. I promise.”

  In the diffused light of late afternoon, Molly’s subtle freckles glowed like stars. I didn’t care if it took me the rest of my life, I’d memorize every single one of them.

  “How can I trust you?” Molly’s eyelids got heavier as I closed in.

  “You can’t.” My hand slipped behind her neck. I pulled her soft lips against mine; kissing her so passionately that it stole our breath for a moment afterward. “But I’m going to change that. I promise.”

  The tension, the yearning, the longing, all of it popped like an overfilled balloon. I slid my other hand around her back in a tight hug and picked her up off the couch. Our mouths parted barely enough to take in air, I carried her into the dining room.

  Neither of us could resist the gravity of each other and we crashed together with a sense of inevitability. It was like fate was screaming at us, “This was how it always should’ve been!”

  Why did it take us so fucking long to see that?

  Lucas

  Sixteen

  “We shouldn’t be doing this,” Molly said, between kisses and gasps as I sat her down on the hardwood dinner table I never ate at.

  “You’re right.” In a big sweeping motion I cleared the large table of the clothes, mail and music sheets it had accumulated.

  We were raw, damaged and emotionally vulnerable. Sex would probably only complicate things between us. We should take things slower, catch up with each other and feel things out.

  Knowing something and being able to do it were two radically different things.

  Molly popped open the buttons down the front of her blouse as quickly as possible. I unclasped her bra, then put my hands over her hot, olive shoulders and guided all the fabric off her.

  I still couldn't believe how fucking good she looked now...

  I carried around a few pictures of us when we were younger, but they paled in comparison to the woman she became. I stayed off social media once I found out that she had been married. What was the point?

  I’d have agonized over every happy photo of her and her husband, wishing—knowing—it should’ve been me instead.

  I laid her back on the dark wood finish; it complemented her radiant skin and highlighted her every sexy curve. The soft curls of her auburn hair spread across the table like a sunburst, outlining her further. She stretched her arms out, reaching for me, dragging me down into her.

  My cock throbbed at the sight of her.

  It was like tumbling into a dream while you were still awake. Nothing else mattered in the world but her. For the rest of the night she was all mine again.

  It had been well over a year since the last time I’d been laid. It always felt wrong for some reason and never satisfied me. Since coming back and seeing her I had to jerk off half a dozen times a day.

  I should’ve asked if she was ready for this, but the look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. She bit her lip and jutted her chin forward, beckoning me. Molly didn't hide how badly she wanted this.

  She sucked in air when I laid against her. Her perky nipples were firm nubs that pressed into my hard pecs. Her hand slid down my ribs, reaching my waistband and hesitated. A moment of doubt flashed across her face.

  “Are you alright?” I asked.

  Molly swallowed, then nodded. Her fingers popped the button on my jeans and worked my zipper down carefully.

  I wanted to ask if she trusted me, but I kissed her neck instead. I was too worried at what she might say. My own doubts surfaced but were quickly squashed when I smelled her perfume. It was stronger than it should’ve been this late in the day. She must’ve put it on before she came over.

  It was put on just for me…

  Was she hoping this would happen?

  I cupped her pussy over her thin work slacks. I could feel her scorching heat flare at my building pressure; it made my cock hard enough to shatter solid marble. I imagined her lower lips glossy with wet anticipation.

  Her breathing quickened as she moaned softly; nervous excitement in her eyes. I smoothly unclasped and took down her pants, pulling off her sneakers in the process.

  I kissed up her tan legs and dipped my face into her honey pot.

  “Fuck,” Molly exhaled the word as if it was punched out of her.

  She creamed the second she felt my lips on her inner thigh. I left her white panties on, but pulled them aside. All her exquisite beauty was presented before me like a feast to a starving man. It was almost unfair that every part of her looked this amazing.

  My whole mouth moved up and through her delicious slit; her muscles trembled against my tongue.

  We had never gone this far before, the seventeen year old version of me screamed in the back of my head. I had seen and even played with her tits a little before I left, but never anything like this. Not even my wildest fantasies could capture how drunk I’d become off the taste of her pussy.

  Her legs twitched as I spelled her name with my tongue against her pussy. A jolt ran through her as she felt my teeth graze against her sensitive clit.

  Molly moaned as my swirling, sucking tongue explored her every hidden fold. Feeling her quiver against my touch stoked a wildfire inside of me. I had to tightly squeeze my cock to keep it in check.

  When she came all her muscles contracted. Her heels dug into the table so hard that it lifted her ass into a high arc. I followed the wave of her ecstasy, licking and sucking until she cried out for me to stop.

  “Oh fuck…” Molly smiled draping her arm over her blushing face.

  “We’re not finished,” I declared. Peeling her arm off her face, I locked my fingers around her nipple and squeezed. Molly smiled deviously and slid her hand into my pants.

  I kissed her. I let her taste what had driven me so wild. She was panting when I pulled away. I could feel her heart racing through her wrist, which I had pinned to the table.

  “I guess not…” Her eyes widened as she ran her hand down my thick trunk. My cock was too long for her to reach the head from her angle. “Were you always this big?”

  “Scared?”

  “No,” Molly protested, her lips curled in a half smile. “It’s just been a little while.”

  “I’ll go slow.” I let my pants fall to my feet and stepped out of them. Then I realized something, and cu
rsed to myself.

  “What is it?”

  I looked up at her, my lips pressed in a tight line. “I don’t have any fucking condoms.”

  Why would I? I sure as hell wasn’t expecting any of this and I wasn’t about to hook up with some random bar slut.

  “Well,” Molly said, a guilty look quickly spread across her face. She rolled off the table and grabbed her small purse, sliding her panties off as well. A second later she had a condom out and unwrapped.

  “You dog!” I smiled, more relieved than I’d ever been.

  Molly shrugged, embarrassed, then unrolled the slick latex down the length of my rod-stiff cock. I was about to lead her back to the couch, but she stopped me.

  “I like the table.” Her adorable face crinkled to one side.

  “You, freak you.” I swept her up and kissed her some more. If nothing else I could never get tired of just kissing her.

  I laid her back down on the table and pressed my fat cock over her pussy. Her hanging legs immediately tightened as excitement rippled through her. I brushed the hair out of her face to get a better look at her beautiful dark eyes.

  The thought of owning every part of her sent a hungry shiver through me, my nerve endings vibrating with anticipation. Her eyes smiled, knowing the effect she had on me. She’d always had power over my heart.

  I grabbed her hips and slid them toward me. The table groaned angrily at the motion. She spread her knees wider and I rubbed a thumb against her soaking wet lips. My cock flexed and jumped at the sight her pussy spread and ready.

  My cock ached now, I slowly pushed my fat head down her engorged clit and into her wet opening. She rolled her shoulders back and moaned loudly as I filled her up. Frenzied waves of lightening rocketed through both of us.

  This was finally happening!

  I slid a hand over her breast and squeezed as I gently thrust inside of her. She clamped a hand over mine and forced me to grip her tighter. Her nipples were hardened dusky pebbles. I lowered myself over her, overcome by the urge to feel her nubs across my tongue.

  I split her inner walls apart, letting them crush my cock as I buried myself in deep. My cock pulsed with every hot wet inch I pushed into her. Her breath fluttered when I flexed, my cock finally basing out.

  “Jesus,” Molly said once she caught her breath.

  Then I started fucking her.

  My brain melted, all I could see was her. It didn’t matter if my eyes were open or shut. Her tight soaked cunt crushed me as I slowly impaled her. Everything else in the room faded away. It was just the two of us and the long overdue joy of primal, sweaty love. I was a slave to her, and she to me.

  For a few hours on a lonely Thursday evening, everything was finally right in the world.

  We fucked slow, and gentle at first, then as our passion edged closer to peaking the intensity was amped up. I flipped her over onto her stomach and she ground her ass into my hips.

  I noticed a small Black Chains MC tattoo on her lower back that was halfway through the process of being removed. My head started to drift to darker things when Molly screamed out my name.

  Immediately I was back in my body and out of my head. Hearing her sultry voice call for me and no one else took all my restraint not to explode my condom like a carnival balloon. This was heaven, and her body shattered every vivid fantasy of her I’d ever had.

  The wood whined and my balls slapped her ass with each of our impacts. My hips moved with machine-like rhythm and intensity. I was fully lost in the pleasure of her sweet, sweet pussy. I couldn't get enough of her body.

  “Yes!” Molly whimpered, and mashed her ass tightly against my hips. The little explosions that ran through her set me off too.

  We came together hard and as one. Our heartbeats and breathing fell in sync with one another. The adrenaline spike I felt started in her body, then coursed through mine. We were so close together, so in tune with each other that it felt like we were the same person.

  I’d never felt anything like it before.

  And then when it was all over we collapsed onto the table, lying next to each other. We were filthy, naked and, for the first time in a long time, fully satisfied.

  I was jonesing for a cigarette, but looking over at Molly all sweaty, naked and exhausted… I think I found something more addictive than smokes.

  Some time later we’d cleaned up and found ourselves on the couch looking through old photos of us on her phone. We stayed naked save for her putting her panties back on and me finding a pair of clean boxers to wear. It was the most domestic thing I’d done in years, and it staggered me how normal it felt.

  It was like my arms were made just to hold her.

  “Are you alright?” I asked. Thoughts of the faded MC tattoo on her back buzzed around my head like an angry hornet on a hot day. Seeing her get slapped to the ground was its occasional sting.

  “Better than alright,” Molly still had sex in her voice.

  I kissed her, smiling. It was a perfect moment; her and I on the couch, our bodies intertwined, reminiscing about past experiences. I wished I could tattoo this image of her on the inside of my eyelids so I’d never forget even the tiniest detail.

  “I mean you and Jason.” I paused, watching the moment shatter with the mention of her ex husband’s name. “I don’t need the details.” I already felt enough like a hypocrite. “I just need to know if he’s going to hurt you.”

  “Jason…” Molly sat up and leaned away from me. Without the warmth of her bare olive skin I felt cold. It had nothing to do with temperature; it felt like a part of me was being forcibly removed. I wasn’t ready to let her go yet.

  Molly adjusted her glasses and pulled the corner of her lips slightly to one side of her face. She looked pensive and a little sad. I hated seeing that on her.

  “He’d tried courting me for years after you disappeared, but I always turned him down. Then when Matt died in the car accident he was there for me when I needed someone.”

  Every word she said was a knife slicing across my skin, but I said nothing. I deserved to feel every ounce of her pain. Leaving might’ve been out of my control, but I should’ve come back so much earlier.

  “Jason was a good guy once. He really was. For over a year we were happy.” Molly tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Happy enough anyways.”

  “What happened? Why did you leave him?”

  “It was that fucking club.” Her expression went from sadness to anger. “When he joined the Black Chains I was supportive. I thought it would be good for him to belong to a brotherhood, even if they were bikers. I even let them tattoo their stupid logo on my back. So stupid…”

  “We don’t have to talk about this if—” I hated putting her through old pain.

  “No it’s fine. I—” Molly pushed her air out in one burst. “I need to talk to someone about this. I heard some of the other old ladies talking about what actually happened on the weekend long rides they went on. Finally I paid one of the younger girls to take pictures when I wasn’t around and it was all perfectly clear.”

  “He was cheating on you?”

  “That, and doing drugs. I think the worst part of it was all the lies. ‘My bike broke down; I need to spend the night.’ ‘Don’t wait up, Babe, I’ve gotta help with some club business.’ It just got real bad real quick.”

  “Why not go to the police? Get a restraining order or have him arrested?”

  “Who do you think is in the club with him?”

  “Shit…”

  “They’re not all bad guys,” Molly was quick to add. “Most of them are really decent in fact.”

  “But a brotherhood’s still a brotherhood.” I ran my hands over my head, smoothing my hair back. I’d gotten my answer. I was going to have to deal with Cannonball. “Hey,” I said, lightening the mood. “Dad’s having Richard and me over for dinner this Saturday. Having you there would definitely keep me sane.”

  “I don’t know.” Molly peeled her bottom lip back, exposing some teeth.
She looked a little apprehensive. “It’s been a long time. I can’t even remember the last time I was there.”

  “I remember. You let me get to second base,” I said mischievously. Molly smiled, and shoved me. “But seriously, I know he’d love to see you.”

  “I’ll think about it.” Molly crawled toward me and I grabbed her.

  I wanted to hold onto her and this moment for as long as possible, because if I knew one thing about the King family it was that that dinner was going to be a fucking nightmare.

  Richard

  Seventeen

  “Go ahead,” I said carefully, driving up my father’s long drive way. My cell was hooked up to the cars speakers with Bluetooth. Madison sat silently next to me.

  “It’s me,” Lucas said. “I want to call a truce for the night.”

  “A truce?” Hearing his voice put me a little on edge. Lucas was more vindictive than I was; there was no way he was going to let me get away with canceling his show. These past two weeks I’d kept my guard up and waited for a blow that never came.

  I had no intention of sinking to his level, especially at our father’s estate while he was sick. The skeptical side of me asked wondered if he’d even keep any bargain we made.

  “You play nice. I play nice. We smile, humor the old man and part ways.” The audio was crisp enough to pick up notes of fatigue in his voice.

  Was he as exhausted with this war as I was?

  I’d never play my hand and ask him directly of course. The fight went out of me when I saw Gloria hurt. My mind lingered on that girl far more than it should have. I was excellent at putting my feelings in little boxes and discarding them. That was the essence of good business.

  So why couldn’t I do that with her?

  I glanced at Madison when we stopped near the valet. She was intently touching up her makeup in a small mirror she carried with her. She appeared not to be listening to our call, but I knew better.

  She’s a politician’s daughter with aspirations of following in her father’s footsteps, I reminded myself. Some battles were fought in the boardroom, while others were fought casually everywhere else.