One Night SEAL: A Bad Boy Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “How are we going to make this happen?” I asked him.

  “I’m not sure yet. The mafia has money and time invested in me now, though. They’ll come to a meeting if I call one.”

  “Aren’t they going to check us out, though? That Culver guy, he’ll realize we’re not hiring people with that money.”

  “Let me worry about Culver,” he said, taking the glass from my hand. He poured two more drinks, handed my glass back, and sipped his.

  “You know,” he said, looking at me, “Janey asked you a question. Why do you think I’m helping you?”

  “I honestly don’t know.”

  He stared at me. “Yes, you do.”

  I shook my head. “I really don’t.”

  “All this and you still don’t get it?” He smirked at me. “Come on, Hartley.”

  “This is your hometown. You don’t like seeing someone get hurt here.”

  “Close,” he said.

  “You’re a SEAL. You believe in saving people.”

  “That’s true too, but why you?”

  “I don’t know,” I said, my heart beating fast. He stepped close to me, putting his glass down on the table.

  “Yes, you do,” he said. “It’s because of that fucking fire in you. It’s because I never saw a victim.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “You’re strong,” he said. “I’ve been around a lot of women in my life. Been with a fair number of them, too. But you’re the first one that I thought had anything hard inside her, the first one I felt like I could understand.”

  “You think you understand me?”

  “Maybe. Or maybe I think you understand me.” I felt his hands on my hips, sliding down slowly toward the hem of my dress. “Maybe I just can’t get enough of this fucking body, these hips.”

  I sipped my whisky, my heart hammering in my chest.

  “So you’re risking your life just because you like the way I look.”

  “Could be. You’re fucking nice to look at.” His hands reached the hem of my dress and slowly lifted it up, sliding it along my skin. I bit my lip, thought I should stop him, but knew I wouldn’t.

  His hands finally found my soaked panties. I couldn’t help myself when he got close to me this way. My body just reacted however it wanted. He smirked at me and slowly began to rub my soaked spot.

  “I’m doing this because I fucking want to,” he said, and then he kissed me hard.

  I kissed him back, letting his tongue touch mine, his taste invading my mouth, my mind, and my body. His hands kept working my pussy, my soaked-through panties useless. He slid them partly down and touched my skin, rubbing my soaked and swollen clit. I moaned into his kiss, letting him work me, letting the pleasure flood through me.

  This was what I really wanted, I realized. This was why I’d come out of my room. I knew he’d touch me like this, make me feel this way, and I wanted him to. I didn’t want to pretend like I didn’t want it, pretend like I knew what was a good idea and what was a bad one.

  As far as I was concerned, the way Travis could make my body feel had to be a good thing. I’d never believe that a man’s touch making me feel like this could be a bad thing.

  I kissed him hard, pressing myself against him. Travis, this mysteriously dangerous man, the Navy SEAL who appeared in my life like a storm. Violent desire raged in my body for him, warring with my skin, needing him to touch me, needing his thick cock between my legs.

  He pushed me up against the table, knocking the glasses slightly, and sat me down on the top of it. He continued kissing me, my panties down around my knees, his hand in between my legs. He worked my clit, rolling his fingers along my skin, sending bliss and more through my core.

  He tipped my head back, pulling my hair slightly, and kissed down my neck. I groaned as he found my breasts and my chest, kissing along my exposed skin.

  “I love this fucking sundress,” he said. “Easy to get at this nice little pussy.”

  I smiled and then gasped as he pressed his fingers deep inside me. “Right now, I love it too.”

  He laughed as he slowly stroked his fingers inside me. “I can tell. You’re dripping wet.”

  “Not like I can help it when you touch me like that.”

  “I know.” He kissed me again, his fingers deep inside me, and I moaned into his mouth as he worked me.

  He pressed me back onto the table. I held myself up with my elbows as he slid my panties off the rest of the way. He lifted one leg up, spreading my knees wide. I felt both exposed and so incredibly turned on as he kissed down the thigh that was propped up, slowly moving toward my soaking clit.

  Once his mouth touched my spot, I knew I was done for. He began to suck and lick me like that night in the car, his fingers pressing deep inside me right away. I tossed my head back and moaned, not trying to control myself, but giving in to this moment. His tongue and mouth worked me, and I knew I was giving in to him.

  “I love how you taste, how you smell, how you feel,” he said, his fingers still stroking me. I stared at him, my mouth hanging open. “I love the way you look at me like you can’t get enough.”

  “Shit. I love the way those fingers feel,” I said, surprising myself.

  “I know you do,” he said, kissing my neck. “You love the way all of me feels.”

  I sat up and pressed him back. I grabbed his belt and unbuckled it. I quickly unbuttoned his fly and pulled his jeans down as he smirked at me. His cock was hard, pressing against his black cotton boxer briefs, and I slowly kissed its length.

  “Fuck,” he grunted. “You know I fucking love that.”

  I slowly pulled down his underwear, my heart hammering in my chest. His cock was thick and straight, hard as hell, as I slowly stroked his length.

  I wanted to taste him more than anything. I’d never experienced that before, actually wanting to taste a man’s cock. But with Travis, it felt natural, right. I slowly licked him root to tip and slipped him into my mouth. I sucked him like that, slowly along his tip, and looked up at him.

  “That’s right,” he said. “Look at me with those pretty eyes while you suck that cock. Swallow that fucking big dick, you dirty girl.”

  I worked his shaft with my free hand, stroking his length as I fit more and more of him into my mouth. Slowly he slid into my throat as I sucked him, working, using my spit to slide along his skin. I was dripping wet and wild, out of my mind with need for him.

  He pressed my head down, groaning as I sucked him. He began to push his cock down my throat, fucking my mouth, and I took as much as I could of him. He groaned loudly, cursing, saying my name as he fucked my mouth.

  I slid off the table and onto my knees in front of him, letting him press his cock deeper down my throat. “Hartley, you dirty fucking girl,” he said. “Look at you, taking this dick down your throat. You fucking like it, don’t you?”

  I moaned my assent, taking his big cock in my mouth, sucking and working him. I loved the way his hands pressed my head down, his hungry moans. I wanted to make him feel as good as I had felt in the car. I sucked his cock wildly, not caring about anything but making him feel right. I sucked him hard and fast, letting him press himself deep into my throat, rolling my hand along his skin.

  “Fuck,” he grunted, and he pulled me back. He stooped down and kissed my lips hard as I continued to stroke his thick cock. “Get up,” he commanded.

  I stood up and he pushed me back onto the table. He reached down and grabbed his pants, pulling a condom from his wallet. I slowly pulled the straps of my sundress down, pulling it off down the front. He stared at me hungrily as he ripped the foil open and rolled the condom down his length.

  He grabbed my legs and pulled me forward. I dropped back onto my elbows as he lifted my legs up, spreading them wide. I felt his big cock press against my soaking pussy as he stared down at me.

  “I’ve been thinking about this tight fucking pussy ever since I first felt it.” He slowly pressed himself deep inside me. I tipped my head
back, moaning as that incredible, pleasurable mix jolted through me.

  “Fucking shit, Hartley,” he said. “God damn your pussy is incredible. It was made for this fucking cock.”

  He pressed himself deep inside me, and I groaned as he filled my every inch. I couldn’t believe that I could take him again, but there he was, his cock deep inside me, my legs spread wide.

  He slowly began to slide in and out. He leaned forward and kissed me, our tongues touching, his hand holding my hair as he slowly slid himself deep in and deep out. I was soaking wet, and so I took his cock easily, letting him press as deeply as he wanted into me.

  He fucked me deep and slow, kissing my mouth, and I just wanted to feel him. He pulled back for a second, pulled his shirt off, and then came back to me, kissing my lips. I reached out and ran my fingers down his ripped abs as he slowly thrust inside me, fucking me deep and slow.

  I loved it, loved the way he felt. I loved the way his thick cock filled me to the brim, and I felt like I was overflowing with him. His lips were soft and firm against mine, his tongue delicious in my mouth.

  He pulled his mouth from mine and pressed his lips against my ear. “Every second I’m around you, I’m thinking about fucking this tight pussy,” he whispered. He thrust deep inside me and I moaned.

  “I’m thinking about this body, about that ass in my hands. I’m fucking hard as hell every time you so much as speak.”

  As he whispered in my ear, he continued to fuck me deep and slow, but getting faster, harder. I supported myself on my elbows as he held my hair with one hand, the other one grabbing my hip. His cock thrust deep against me, slowly and firmly. All I could do was moan his name, overwhelmed by his words, his skin, the way he took me and made me his.

  “All I want is to make this pussy come,” he whispered. “I feel more alive deep inside this cunt than I do anywhere else. You drive me fucking mad with this pussy.”

  He pulled back and then pressed me down, flat on my back. He began to fuck me harder, sliding deeply in and out, holding my legs wide open. I pressed my breasts together, feeling myself, so lost in the moment, so overwhelmed by the pleasure rolling through my body.

  I loved the intense look on his face as he fucked me, the way he looked at my body. I watched as he spread my legs wide and then pressed his fingers against my clit, fucking my pussy and rubbing my clit. I moaned, feeling it rush through me, sensing that edge getting closer and closer. I loved the way he fucked me, the way he took my body rough and deep.

  Just then he stepped back and slowly slid himself out of me. I groaned as he grabbed my hips and pulled me off the table. He practically carried me into the living room and pressed me down onto the rug, on my knees. He put me on all fours, taking me and slowly pressing his cock deep inside me from behind.

  I spread my legs wide, my ass in the air as he began to fuck me deeply from behind. “I love seeing this ass,” he grunted. He slapped my ass hard and I moaned, rolling my hips back against him. “I love how fucking hungry you are for this cock. You can’t get enough of it.”

  He fucked me hard, not holding anything back. I wanted him badly, needed him to fill me up. That was all I could think about as he fucked me deep and hard, our animal bodies sweating, coming together. I wanted him to make me come, knew I was so fucking close.

  I rolled my hips, bucking back against him. He smacked my ass again, making me moan his name. I let him fuck me rough as he grabbed my hips, pulled my hair, smacked my ass. I was his to fuck, his pussy to fill.

  He reached around my hips and began to work my clit, his big cock thrusting deep inside me.

  “I want you to come on this big dick,” he said. “I want you to come for me.”

  “I’m so close,” I moaned. “I’m so close.”

  “You want to come on this big cock. You love being a bad girl for me, getting this ass smacked, making your body sweat. You fucking love coming on my cock”

  “Oh god, Travis. Oh my god.” I could feel it then, the edge fast approaching, the orgasm building in my core.

  “Go ahead, you fucking bad girl. Go ahead and come for me.” He fucked me harder, savagely, roughly, and deep.

  It rolled over me like a train. My body tensed, and I couldn’t control myself anymore as the orgasm took me over. He held my hips, keeping his cock deep inside me as I came, moans rolling from my mouth as pleasure rolled along my spine.

  In that moment, there was nothing else but Travis. I was his completely, no reservations, nothing held back. As I came hard, his thick cock deep between my legs, I knew there was nothing else.

  As I came, I could hear his own grunts as he fucked me deep and rough. I knew he was coming deep inside me, and I rolled my hips, working his cock.

  We came together like that. I wanted him to fill my pussy up with his cum, wanted him to feel as good as I felt.

  My orgasm slowly passed. His strokes got longer, slower, and finally he collapsed onto the rug next to me, our bodies intertwined. I was breathing deeply, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He grinned at me, shaking his head.

  “You’re fucking something else, Hartley,” he said.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” I answered, smiling.

  We stayed there, not moving, enjoying this moment. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, how we were going to get out of this horrible situation, but at least I had this moment. I had Travis and I felt good, right, wrapped in his arms.

  Whatever came next, I knew I had this.

  18

  Travis

  Another night on the couch, another morning of pancakes. I didn’t know why I kept making them, but she seemed to like it, and I didn’t mind.

  Maybe we needed a little normalcy. We’d been jumping between fearing for our lives, making deals with dangerous people, and fucking each other like there was nothing left in the world. Pancakes and coffee in the morning felt safe, normal, and it evened us out.

  We talked idly at breakfast, neither of us mentioning what we had done on the table just the day before. But it was always there, in the back of my mind, waiting there. I couldn’t get the way she looked at me as she came out of my damn head, or the way I felt as I filled that pussy up.

  That desire had always been there from the very first second I saw her, but there was something more growing between us, something else. The more she got to see me and the more I got to see her, the more I wanted to save her. It was becoming less about helping a stranger in need and more about saving someone I actually gave a shit about.

  Maybe that had always been there. Maybe it was lurking in the shadows, sitting on the edges, hiding just out of sight. That desire was slowly transforming to a need, but maybe it always had been.

  After breakfast, we dressed and got in the car. I glanced at her as we drove and rolled the window down. She smiled at me, her blond hair blowing in the wind, and she laughed as she pulled it back.

  We were going to see Markus again. Things were getting sticky in Knoxville, and now that I was deep in with both sides, I was worried about him. Markus was a good man, a smart man, despite appearances. He knew how to take care of himself, but I still couldn’t just leave him alone.

  I pulled up front of his place and we got out. “Think he’ll force me to drink again?” Hartley said softly as we walked toward his house.

  “Probably,” I said. “I think you can take it, though.”

  She looked at me seriously. “Travis, I don’t think I can.”

  I laughed just as Markus came to the door. He was his usual bearish self.

  “What are you two laughing about?” he asked.

  “Just talking about your moonshine,” I answered.

  “Ain’t no laughing matter,” he said, smiling. “Moonshine is a serious thing.”

  “I’m sure it is. You got some time to talk?”

  “Sure. Come on in.” I stepped inside and he smiled at Hartley. “Good to see you again.”

  “Same to you,” she answered.

  “Come on.
I’ll set you two up.”

  We followed him to the table again, though this time it was a bit less of a mess. Maybe he had been expecting us to visit again, because it seemed as though he had straightened up a bit. Then again, his version of cleaned up was still a disaster for any other normal human.

  We sat down and he grabbed three glasses. He got a bottle of whisky from the cupboard, a bottle with an actual label, and I gave Hartley a grin. She looked relieved as hell. Markus poured three glasses and we toasted.

  “So,” he said, “what brings you back to the hills?”

  “What have you heard lately?” I asked him, pouring three more drinks.

  “Heard some things,” he admitted. “Some rumors floating around. Apparently the Caldwells had a visitor, or maybe got attacked.”

  “I heard that too,” I said.

  Markus sighed. “Boy, what the fuck are you playing at here?”

  I laughed. “Straight to the point then?”

  “Just tell me what you want.”

  “There’s a storm coming,” I said. “Something bad is going to happen between the Caldwells and the Dixie Mafia.”

  “And you two are in the middle of it all,” he said, sipping his drink.

  I nodded, sipping mine. Nothing like a good whisky to take the edge off, and there were plenty of damn edges to get taken off right now.

  “We are,” Hartley said, “but not because we want to be. We’re just trying to win.”

  “I hear it,” Markus said. “Still, not good people to get down with.”

  “Hartley is in trouble, Markus. Whatever we’re doing is meant to keep her alive.”

  “All right then. So you want the girl alive. Why are you here?”

  “I want you to stay alive, too,” I said. “Listen, I don’t know exactly how this is all going to play out, but they might want to hurt me at some point. Which means you’re in danger.”

  Markus sighed. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

  “This is different.”

  “Is it? Three years ago when they tried to squash my moonshine business, was that different? Had a gun to my skull, you know. I’m still here.”