Wanted: Wife 4 Navy Seals: A Military romance

by Dee Palmer

  “Fuck!” I scream, my hips jerk clean off the bed and he quickly secures me with the force of his other arm across my waist. My sex clenches, spasm after spasm ripple through my core and tiny white dots float across my tightly-squeezed eyelids. I catch my breath, my whole body shaking from the speed and intensity of the orgasm he held at his fingertips. “Fuck.” My breathing slows, and I feel my inner contractions ebb, “Fuck.” He kisses me hard and laughs roughly.

  “I love it when you talk dirty. I’ve missed you talking dirty.” My eyes widen, is he serious about our Late Night Calls? I don’t have time to ponder, as he dives between my still spread legs and sweeps his hot tongue deep along my soaking wet folds. He moans, and the vibrations from the sound send a ripple of pleasure deep inside me. He licks and laps, his tongue dipping inside and swirling around the sensitive nub of nerve endings, all the more sensitive from my recent explosive climax. I instantly feel the uncontrollable pulse of an impending orgasm start to build, and he must feel it, too, because his tongue becomes more forceful, tasting and moving rapidly from tip to entrance. This and my immobility are driving me insane, and I cry and whimper at his incessant ministrations.

  “Ah, ah, Daniel. Oh, God, please, please.” I press my head hard against my pillow, wanting to thrash it wildly from side to side. My knuckles are pure white as I grip the boards above my head, hoping the cheap wood will not splinter in my grip. He shifts and purses his lips tight over my clit and sucks in the most deliciously intense and erotically painful manner. I crash and plummet from a bliss he so brutally demands. My thighs start to spasm, my body trembles, even my fingers shake, and I try to suck in some desperately needed oxygen. He continues to lick me intimately, reverently, softening my fall until I am limp and sated.

  He rears up from between my legs, gloriously naked, his taut tanned body glistens with sweat, his scent is raw and his eyes are predatory. “Mine.” He roughly forces the word through his tight jaw, and I shiver all over again. He is slowly fisting his hard angry cock, the tip dewy with pre-cum, and I lick my lips and swallow. He holds my stare and it’s possibly the most erotically charged moment in my life. This perfect male is hard for me, possessive of me; feral for me. He kneels closer and presses the velvet head of his thick wide cock against my lips, smearing his juices along my lips. I flick my tongue to taste, and the desire I feel escapes as a small moan from the back of my throat. “Don’t move, just take what I give you.” His voice is deeply calm, but the inflection tells of the control he is fighting to maintain, and the thought makes me smile. My smile dissolves quickly as he pushes deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling his tip, lightly licking the slit and tasting him. I use my tongue and lips to bring him in deep, and he holds my head, giving me the support I need to take him deeper still. His hips start to move, and he throws his head back with a loud moan.

  His cock lengthens, and he is fighting his desire to fuck me hard; he is holding back. I can feel him thicken, and his veins pulse. I hollow my cheeks and try to swallow him into the back of my throat, but he controls the depth. Frustrated, I shift up slightly, taking my hand I grab his fine muscular arse, feeling the flex as he continues to pump his hips. My nails dig into his flesh, and he releases a guttural sound from deep in his throat. “I said to keep your hands…. Ahh! Fuck.” I push myself forward and swallow him to the back of my throat, and with his thrust he hits me hard. The muscles in my throat flex in defense at this intrusion, closing tightly around him. My grip on his arse tightens and my tongue frantically laps him as he withdraws slightly, but understanding my need to have him, all of him, he slams his palm against the wall, fisting my hair tight with the other, as he starts to fuck my mouth without reservation. He pumps hard and fast, moaning in agonizing pleasure. I take my other hand and wrap tightly around the base of his cock. He instantly thickens in my grip. His balls tighten and his hips jerk forward as he comes, shooting torrents of scorching hot semen on my tongue and down the back of my throat. I swallow and lick, and I’m still pumping him when he pulls from my mouth still coming, releasing whatever he has left on my breasts. He hovers, and I pull every last drop from him onto myself. His breathing is still fierce. He sits back and wipes his hand through his essence, smearing the warm cream across my breasts and stomach. “Mine,” he declares. I look down at my sticky body, seeing the red marks he has left on my breast, no doubt on my neck too, marking me as his. I am under no illusion that tonight was about anything else.

  I wake to an empty bed and just when I start to think that perhaps my erotic dream was only a dream I smell the aroma of coffee wafting in from my living room, followed by the equally delicious sight of Daniel in his tight boxer shorts carrying my liquid breakfast. I sit up and feel the tight stretch of my skin on my breasts and tummy. Looking down I now see my error in judgement regarding foregoing the late night shower in favour of sleep. I’m gross and flaking, I look like a lizard. I quickly pull my covers to my chin.

  Daniel laughs as he passes my coffee. “I thought we’d passed the ‘being shy’ stage?” He raises his brow and shuffles in beside me.

  “Oh, we have. We just haven’t passed the ‘I’m going to gross you out’ stage.” I smile, but a flash of heat in my face highlights my embarrassment.

  “Ah…regretting the shower decision?” He chuckles at my discomfort.

  “Just a bit. What time is it?” I sit up to check my clock and slump back down in the pillows. “Fuck!” I exhale.

  “What? It’s not early?” He lifts his arm for me to crawl under but I am still swathed in the sheet. I shake my head.

  “No, it’s not. Which means I have to run the gauntlet of showering with an army of horny kitchen porters, dying to catch the show.” I pull my covers further over my head. I feel the mattress dip and hear my front door close. Five minutes later he returns with a triumphant smile. He leans down and kisses my nose.

  “All yours, baby. You have 20 minutes, so move that sexy arse before I have to pay for a time extension.” His lips curl casually around his cup.

  “What did you do and don’t tell me you went into the kitchen like that?” He is glorious, but he is also nearly naked.

  “I sent everyone for breakfast, so you’ve got twenty minutes, and, yes, I went like this.” He wrinkles his nose like I’m being ridiculous. It would be cute if I wasn’t so mortified.

  “Oh, my God!” I cringe.

  “What’s more important, your personal hygiene, or them all knowing you’ve been, how did you so eloquently phrase it?” He grins. “Oh yes! ‘That you’ve been riding my enormous cock.’” His laugh is infectious and makes him seem really young. It’s such a lovely sound. “Besides.” He adds as I grab my towel, still wrapped in my bed sheet. “It’s a small price to pay. There is no way anyone catches this show, except me.” He whips the sheet from my body, and I squeal as he wraps me in his arms and dips me back into a dramatic embrace with the sweetest kiss.

  Daniel is ending a call as I return fresh from the shower. His eyes are heated and instantly hungry as I close the door behind me with a click. He stalks toward me, towering, predatory, and he places his arms on either side of my body, caging me in with his frame against the door. Despite being hugely turned on by this animal display of dominance, I am suddenly completely freaked out that he got into my apartment in the middle of the night in the first place, and I push his chest and wrinkle my forehead in anger.

  “Mmmm.” He dips to suck on my neck. “I kind of like a little resistance.” He pushes his arousal hard against my stomach.

  “How did you get in here last night?” I try jabbing my pointed finger into his pectoral, but he is unmoving and just looks more dangerous.

  “Mmm? How… how what?” He heard me. He’s just trying to distract me with his wickedly playful tongue, which is flicking and sucking the soft spot below my ear. I’m starting to melt, his hard body preventing me from pooling in a puddle on the floor.

  “Daniel, I won’t feel safe unless I know how you got in here. What’s to s
top someone else doing the same?” My words may be breathlessly spoken, but they are enough to halt him.

  “You’re completely safe. Well, completely safe would be living with me, but you are safe here, too. My security company did the upgrade and fixed the shower door, too!”

  I let the ‘living together’ remark slide, as I’m sure it was a joke, but the other bit is news to me. “Ok, and you may have to speak slowly, because I am not sure how the two are linked?” I narrow my eyes; I know exactly how the two are linked and I’m starting to feel a little bit violated, and not in a good way. He has the grace to look sheepish at least and he stands back a little to gauge my mood. His hands move protectively in front of his groin. He may well have to protect parts of his body if I lose my temper, but I’m not stupid. I’m not going to hurt him there, that would only hurt me more.

  “I have a key. It drove me crazy the other day when I couldn’t get to you. I need to know I can get to you. I need to keep you safe.” He wants me safe, not ‘crazy stalker in my basement safe’ I hope, just safe, and part of me is overwhelmed that someone cares so much about me, but then there is a part of me that thinks this is setting a dangerous precedent regarding privacy.

  “That’s sweet but also really wrong, you know that, right?” He nods but has a wickedly sinful gleam in his eyes indicating no remorse whatsoever. “And you’d give me back that key if I asked?” He nods again slowly, grinning. “Because it’s not your only copy, is it?” He shakes his head. He may be a crazy stalker, but he is my crazy stalker.

  Daniel joins me at the gym with Marco. Although he sits on the bench at the side to watch, he occasionally leaves to take a call. He returns just as Marco throws me hard on my butt, falling swiftly onto me with his knee in my chest and straddled over me. But only briefly before he is knocked clean off me and onto the mat. I catch my breath, which has been knocked from me with my fall, and look to see Daniel straddling Marco with his knee at his throat. I jump to my feet and push him off Marco. He doesn’t resist. “Fuck! Daniel, what are you doing?” He stands and wraps me in his big strong arms, squeezing hard before he releases me and starts to turn me, checking for blood, I presume. My brow is wrinkled with confusion and amusement. I hear Marco snicker. Daniel shoots him the filthiest look and growls.

  “Don’t you think that was a little excessive, Marco?” His voice is deep and angry. I bite my lip to stop the rising giggle.

  “No! I think that was payback!” Marco narrows his eyes at me, and I stick my tongue out. “You weren’t here when she pulled the same move on me. Are you gonna kiss me better, too?” He turns to pull his sweats down, and I laugh loudly, but Daniel is not laughing. I feel bad that he is even worried about this, and I cup his cheeks and kiss him lightly.

  “Hey, it’s fi…” I quickly change what I was about to say in response to his scowl. “Daniel, I do this every week, and most weeks I kick his arse.” I nod my head toward a grinning Marco. “He does go easy on me, look at the size of him, of course he does, but there’s no point if it’s too easy. I’m pretty sure an attacker isn’t going to be so considerate.” His teeth visibly grind at this.

  “Look, dude.” Marco comes over to me. I don’t think he has warmed to Daniel, but he is super protective of me, so I am not surprised. “I would never hurt her. Ever.” He leans to pick up his towel, kisses my cheek, but as he walks away, he adds, “Can you say the same?” He swings the gym doors wide and leaves us.

  I look in Daniel’s eyes, worry, love, and lust all mix together for a lethal intensity. He grabs my butt and lifts me, so my legs wrap around his narrow waist. He notices me wince at his grip.

  “Tell me again how this doesn’t hurt?” He squeezes a little tighter, and I bite my lip and try to smile. He is right on an emerging bruise. “And, baby, I’m just dying for you to lie about this, knowing exactly where you’d be taking that punishment.” His smooth voice is dark and sensual, his veiled promise searing a heat through me.

  “It doesn’t hurt.” I giggle and grind my hips into him, hot with desire.

  “I’m so fucking hard, I want to fuck you right here.” He is looking around, and my eyes widen in panic. No, he isn’t serious. “But I have to get you changed. We have someplace to be.” He takes my hand and leads me from the building, not allowing me time to check on Marco or chat to anyone else. He mumbles something about private lessons before securing me in his car.

  Back at Daniel’s apartment I am freshly showered, changed, and pouring myself a coffee from his space station kitchen appliance with integrated coffee machine, when I hear him raise his voice on the phone. I’m not eavesdropping, he is shouting.

  “Fuck, Mother, you had no right… But I’m really angry about this…I was bringing someone…No, I haven’t asked her yet, but I was just about to. Hardly the point, mother, it was my decision…Fuck!…No, of course I’ll accompany you, I just don’t have to be happy about it.” He hangs up abruptly and is still cursing when I walk into the room.

  “Problem?” I walk to him, the tension visible in his shoulders. I reach up to try and massage it, but it’s really not the right angle. So I take his hand and pull him to the sofa. “I heard you on the phone. I wasn’t eavesdropping,” I add quickly. “But you were shouting and…” I squeeze his solid muscle that has no give, “you do seem a little tense.” I laugh lightly and kiss his cheek.

  “Yes, well… My mother has just managed to piss me off and ruin my surprise.” He grumbles.

  “Ooo, I like surprises!” He turns swiftly and sweeps me into his waiting lap, stroking my hair from my eyes.

  “Well, thanks to my mother, this surprise I’m not sure you’re going to like.” His frown deepens.

  “Okay?” I wait for him to explain.

  “There is this charity Gala tomorrow, and I wanted to take you, but my mother gave her ticket to a friend because she assumed she could come with me.”

  “Oh.” I let out a breath. I don’t know what terrible surprise I was anticipating, but I’m clearly relieved. “Well, really, that’s not so bad. I can’t blame her, and I’m sure she would really like to go with you, anyway. God, I bet you look smoking hot in a tux.” I say wistfully.

  “Lucky you’re not the jealous type.” He kisses my nose.

  “Yeah, lucky.” I may have to revise that position. “Anyway, I don’t have anything to wear. Even Sofia’s wardrobe is limited in the Gala outfit wearing department.”

  “That’s what I wanted to do this afternoon, take you to get a dress.” He seems shy. It’s sweet.

  “Oh.” I’m stunned, so he does want to take me out, show me off at a Gala. I know that’s not going to happen now, but it’s the principle. I also know a small part of me should be affronted at the notion of being ‘shown off’, but unfortunately that small part is fighting a losing battle against my other insurmountable insecurities. So I am warmed by this development. I know I’m to blame for allowing the doubt Kit raised to have any oxygen to breathe, but I am thrilled that this was his surprise to begin with.

  “So, no need to go shopping. I guess we’ll have to think of something else to do in the meantime.” He wiggles his brow suggestively, and I push his chest.

  “You’re a monster, a sex fiend,” I tease.

  “Takes one to know one.” He covers my mouth, and his lips swallow my screams. “So what will you do tomorrow? I have to go to my mother’s before the Gala, some family drinks.”

  “Sofs probably, although I should maybe invite Marco, too. After your alpha display today, he’s probably a little pissed. He’s my best friend, and it would help if you two got on a little better.” I plead my case.

  “Then he should stop beating up my girlfriend.” He is deadly serious, so I decide to drop it.

  “So, shall we go out tonight?”

  “Oh baby, do you mind if we don’t? If I’m out all tomorrow, I just want to bury myself in you, and when you crash I can work; it’s perfect. We’ll get take out -- anything you want. There could even be a bath in it fo
r you?” I need to not let this eat at me. He was going to take me to a Gala, it’s not like you can wear a paper bag on your head to those things.

  I laugh. “You had me at bath.” He leans to kiss me lightly, but his hunger for me consumes him, and he is delving deep with his tongue and thrusting his hands in my hair, pulling me tighter to his body. We both sag when we hear his entry phone ring.

  “Expecting company?” I tease as he eases himself from beneath me.

  “No, and it better be fucking important to interrupt me from doing what I have planned.” His stern voice disappears into the hall as he goes to answer the phone. I lay back into the warmth, which is fading from the sofa at his departure, and throw my arms over my eyes. I hate that Kit has raised suspicions in me that simply weren’t there before. I hate that she makes me doubt myself and makes me doubt him. I hear his tentative steps, his voice is soothing.

  “Hey, baby, we’ve got a visitor.” The hairs on my neck stand at attention, and I take a calming breath. I know who’s just ‘popped by’, and I need to not be the crazy one right now. I move my arm and swing my legs round, standing in a smooth graceful movement with a huge smile, which I grip to my face with a gritted jaw.

  “Kassandra.” I notice Daniel’s warm smile at my response, and I die a little inside. “It’s really nice of you to stop by, and,” I draw in a steadying breath as I feel the bile rise in my stomach, “I am sorry for my outburst. It’s, well… it’s just all been sickening.” I’m sure her brow would raise at my choice of words, but her face is chemically frozen. She’s only just twenty-six, and I think a line or wrinkle would be too scared to dare attempt finding a home on her face.

  “Bethany.” She sways toward me, and I panic at the thought that she might actually try to embrace me, and I know my instant reaction would be a take-down, followed by a swift elbow in the face. I move to the side and toward Daniel, with a half-smile at my violent fantasy.