As much as he wanted to rehash the details of his past few weeks—of his mission, of his fight with Rebecca, of the day the stalker broke into his home—and as much as he needed to plan out how to approach her tomorrow, right now, the only thing he could think of was sleep. Anything else—everything else—would have to keep until morning.
Rebecca’s case had gone well today. She had a male client for a change, and his wife had left him for an older man. They’d met with her and her lawyer, hashing out the details of the divorce in record time. Since the wife hadn’t been concerned about their marital assets, what with her new sugar daddy, Rebecca’s client had gotten everything he asked for.
She wished all of her cases could be that cut and dry, but she felt bad for the husband who’d had his heart broken. He was a sweet man, actually, and had even joked that he couldn’t believe a woman like her was single. Was she?
It had been almost two weeks since she’d called Patrick. She’d run into Logan and his grandparents last weekend, so it was possible Patrick was still off on whatever mission he’d been deployed on. She realized that had only been a few days ago. The pit in her stomach grew a little more every day—both at her wanting to see Patrick again, feeling anxiety about the conversation they’d eventually have, and worrying about where he was and what he was doing. And of course, most importantly, if he’d make it back home. They were highly trained, she knew, but accidents could happen anywhere, anytime. Whenever he did return, she’d tell him she wanted a chance. She just had to hope that he hadn’t moved on in their time spent apart.
She picked up Abby on her way home from work, and after a quick dinner, they went outside to play in the yard. It was the first time they’d played catch together since the man stalking her had talked to Abby, and despite the fact that she never knew he was there that evening, she felt slightly uneasy. There was no one here to harm either of them, now, but in the back of her mind she felt a little on edge.
When the black SUV pulled up to her curb a little while later, she realized what had her so worked up—Patrick was back. It was almost as if she’d sensed, that she knew, something was going to happen this evening. She’d mistaken it for fear of her stalker, but it was as if her mind and body knew that Patrick was finally home.
Patrick helped Logan out of the car, and Logan ran to Rebecca and Abby. Patrick stood by the side of his SUV, watching, as if unsure how Rebecca would receive him. He was so silent and still that at first Rebecca wondered if he was angry—if he hadn’t wanted to come at all. She felt uneasiness wash over her but bent down to hug Logan hello. He flung his arms around her, hot tears streaming down his little face.
“What’s wrong?” she asked softly, running her hand over his soft hair. She felt Patrick’s eyes on her from across the lawn but kept her focus on Logan. She briefly wondered what Patrick was thinking, how he felt about her comforting his son. She didn’t have time to consider it though, because Logan shook in her arms as his tears came down harder. Rebecca sank to the ground, pulling the little boy into her lap.
“Will you tell me what’s wrong, buddy?”
“I missed my dad when he was gone,” he whimpered.
“I know, sweetie. He missed you, too.”
“I wanted to see you this week, when I missed my dad, but my grandma said we couldn’t. That even though we saw you at the playground, we had to wait for Dad to come home to see you again.” Logan sniffled, trying to put on a brave face, as Rebecca wiped his tears away.
“I’m sorry, buddy, but you know your grandparents love you too, right?”
“I wish you were my mom.”
Rebecca’s heart stopped for a moment and then resumed pounding rapidly in her chest. Logan’s words swirled through her head, and she wondered how much, if any of this he’d shared with Patrick. They’d spent so much time together throughout the spring, it was no wonder Logan was confused. She held Logan closer and planted a kiss on his head. “That’s very sweet, Logan. You know I love you, right? But right now I’m Abby’s mom.”
“I promise I’d be good,” Logan whispered, daring to glance up at her with tear-filled eyes. “I’ll help you take care of Abby.”
Her heart felt like it had exploded. The tears filling Rebecca’s own eyes couldn’t be contained any longer, and they spilled out over her flushed cheeks. Patrick finally couldn’t take it anymore, and he walked across the lawn in large strides and knelt down beside them.
“Why are you crying?” he asked quietly, wrapping his muscular arms around both of them. Heat bloomed across her cheeks as she felt his warm embrace and smelled the clean soapy scent that was purely Patrick. She shook her head, hastily wiping her tears away. It was silly, really, crying over Patrick’s son.
“I was wrong,” she admitted, meeting his steel blue gaze.
“About what?”
“About us not being able to be together.”
“How so?” he asked, hope rising in his voice.
“I need you. Just like Abby needs you, and Logan needs me.”
“I always knew I needed you, sweetheart.”
“Maybe we can go inside and talk? I’ll put on a movie or something for the kids.”
“I want to see a movie!” Abby shouted, dropping the ball she’d been holding onto the ground and running over.
“All right,” Rebecca said, wiping her tears away. “Let’s all go inside.”
Chapter 26
“You know I couldn’t tell you I was leaving, right?” Patrick asked earnestly, taking hold of Rebecca’s hand as they stood in her kitchen. Sounds from the TV in the living room carried over, and they could hear Abby and Logan laughing in the background. “I couldn’t leave a message like that on the phone.”
“Yes, I realize that,” Rebecca said. “It was just hard—I thought you were angry with me, and that’s why you hadn’t returned my call. I needed a few days just to think, and then when I didn’t hear back from you….” Her voice trailed off, and she looked up, meeting his intense blue gaze.
He cupped her face with one hand, and his thumb traced over her lips, softly, gently.
“You’re not mad at me anymore?” he asked, his voice low.
“No, I understand why you didn’t tell me his name. You knew I’d do something to try and find him myself, and you were worried about my getting hurt. I understand why you did that, but you can’t shut me out like that, Patrick.”
“I won’t, not when I can avoid it. You do realize I can never share my work with you—my job as a SEAL.”
“I know. But if it involves me or my daughter, I have a right to know.”
“It just about killed me to send you away from my house,” Patrick said, his voice gentle.
“Me too,” she admitted, tears once again filling her eyes.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” he said, pulling her tightly into his arms.
Rebecca rested her head against his chest, taking a deep breath, and allowing a few tears to slip down her cheeks. When he’d been gone, she’d been so worried she wouldn’t ever be able to hold him again, to feel his muscular arms wrap tightly around her. No matter what happened, she didn’t want to lose this, this feeling of safety and comfort she had whenever Patrick was near.
“When did you get home?”
“Last night,” he said, smoothing her hair with one large hand. “Logan was already asleep at his grandparents, so I just crashed.”
“I was so surprised to see you tonight.”
“I couldn’t stay away.”
They talked more, seated beside one another at her kitchen table. The kids were happily occupied with the movie, and although Rebecca checked on them twice, after an hour she realized their laughter had finally subsided.
Walking in to the living room, they found both Abby and Logan sound asleep on the couch.
“I better tuck her in,” Rebecca said quietly. “You can put Logan in the guest room if you want.”
Patrick eyed her, quickly assessing the situation, and agreed. A few minu
tes later Rebecca silently closed the door to Abby’s room and backed out into the hallway. A moment later, Patrick was behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close, his lips brushing against her hair.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks,” Patrick said, softly kissing her temple.
“About what?” she asked teasingly.
“This,” he said, gently brushing her hair back and kissing the tender spot just behind her ear. “And this,” he added, ducking lower to softly kiss her neck. “And these,” he whispered, moving his hands so that they lightly cupped her breasts. She moaned and arched back into him as he begin kneading and caressing.
“I dreamed about kissing you and holding you. Making love to you.”
“Patrick,” she whispered helplessly as she melted back into his solid frame.
“You feel so good,” he said huskily.
She twisted in his arms and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. Patrick’s heated gaze was fixed on her every move. Smiling, she grabbed his muscular forearm and gently tugged him toward her bedroom.
He seemed to snap out of his reverie, and he hastily slipped her blouse off her shoulders as they stepped through her doorway, letting it fall to the ground. He gazed at her lacy black bra and ducked down, kissing one breast right through the fabric. Warmth surged through her body at his hot lips on her, and she watched him, transfixed, crying out as he pulled her nipple into his needy mouth. Arousal pooled at her center, and she moaned as his muscular hand cupped her aching sex through her shorts.
“I need to taste all of you,” he said desperately.
She nodded, reaching around to unfasten her bra. Patrick hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts and slid them down. Groaning as he gazed at her black satin panties, he lightly skimmed his knuckles across her stomach, leaving her trembling.
“Take those off,” he said gruffly. She did as he asked, and then Patrick reclined on her bed, gripping her hips and lifting her atop him. “Come here,” he said, pulling her up even more so that she straddled his face.
“Patrick,” she gasped, trembling, as his tongue made one hard lick down the center of her sex.
She gripped onto her headboard, needing something, anything, to hold her steady as Patrick drove her out of her mind. He explored all her folds, lightly teasing and caressing her, tasting all of her juices. She moaned at the feeling of his mouth against her, of the way his tongue intimately stroked her. She was dripping with arousal, and he eagerly lapped up all of her sweet juices.
A moment later, he finally turned his attention to her throbbing clit. Gripping her hips tightly as he held her to him, he flicked his tongue back and forth, sending pleasure shooting straight through her.
“Oh God,” she sobbed, trying to move away from the intense pleasure, but he held her firmly in place.
“I take care of what’s mine,” he growled. “I need to taste you, to pleasure you, and only then do I deserve to sink deep inside you.”
“Patrick,” she pleaded, needing more.
He devoured her as she gasped and then finally thrust his tongue into her molten core. Pulsing it in and out as she helplessly thrust against him, she nearly came undone.
Gently lapping at her again, he slid two thick fingers inside her. Her walls clenched down around him as he slowly thrust them in and out. He returned his mouth to her throbbing clit, lightly tickling her with pleasure as she whimpered. The combination of his fingers and tongue was almost too much for her to bear. He drove her higher and higher, leaving her desperate for release.
“Please,” she cried out as waves of pleasure began to surge through her. The ministrations of his tongue became faster, and then Patrick finally sucked her clit between his lips, pushing her over the edge. She screamed, gasping and bucking as he held her to his face, letting her flutter against him and come on his mouth and tongue.
Patrick lifted her down to his lap and then gently rolled them both over so that she lay on her back with Patrick’s large frame stretching over her own. There was nowhere else she wanted to be than beneath this powerful man, letting him love her. As he bent down to kiss her, she could taste herself on his mouth. He lined his erection up with her entrance and thrust into her slowly, gently, her walls still clenching around him as the last waves of her orgasm rolled through her.
He increased the tempo of their lovemaking, his thick length once again filling her up, stretching her, making her whole. He took her deeply, and with his powerful strokes, he once again claimed her, making her his, as their bodies moved together as one.
Her eyes locked with Patrick’s, and she gasped as she began to orgasm once again. He ground himself down, rubbing his groin against her throbbing clit. As he did it once more, she cried out, clutching onto his broad shoulders helplessly as she once again fell off the precipice, lost in the pleasure he gave her as her orgasm went on and on.
Lost only in him.
Patrick looked at her with nothing but love in his eyes, and she knew then, without a doubt, that she loved this man, too. That she needed to be with him just as surely as she needed her next breath. That she finally needed him the way he’d needed her.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I’ve always loved you.”
He kissed her once more as he powerfully released inside her, leaving them both breathless and spent, and then he held her close as they both finally drifted off to sleep.
Thank you for reading SEAL the Deal!
If you enjoyed this book, please help me spread the word by leaving a quick review on Amazon or Goodreads. It makes a huge difference to independent authors like myself. I am very grateful for your support.
I love to hear from my readers and welcome any feedback.
Visit www.makennajameison.com to discover your next great read.
Like my Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/MakennaJameison
Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/makennajameison
Subscribe to my newsletter for updates on my new releases: [email protected]
About the Author
Amazon Bestselling Author Makenna Jameison writes stories with hot alpha males, steamy romance, and happily-ever-afters. She loves reading, writing, coffee, the beach, and traveling to new places. Makenna lives in Washington DC with her husband and daughter.
Reviews help other readers find books. If you enjoyed SEAL the Deal, please help me spread the word by reviewing it on Amazon, sharing it with a friend, and telling others about my books.
Thank you for reading!
Want to read more from MAKENNA JAMEISON?
Keep reading for an exclusive excerpt from the second book in her Alpha SEALs series, SEALed with a Kiss.
Alison Garrett doesn’t do relationships. Especially with a younger man. After her heart’s been trampled on in the past, she’s reluctant to give the handsome Navy SEAL she met a shot at anything other than friendship. A barbeque with friends, couple of beers, and rock-hard abs aren’t enough to change her mind. Even if he does ooze sex from his pores.
Navy SEAL Evan “Flip” Jenkins is used to getting any woman he wants. Except her. The strawberry blonde beauty he meets at a party catches his interest, yet eludes him. Their innocent flirting can’t conceal the way he wants her—big time. He’s down for the thrill of a chase, but what if she doesn’t want to be caught?
When Evan’s SEAL team is dispatched on a hostage rescue mission in enemy territory, Evan is critically injured, never letting Alison know his feelings. Will he get a chance to return to the woman he’s fallen for? And more importantly—will she have him?
SEALed with a Kiss, a stand-alone romance, is book two in the Alpha SEALs series.
Chapter 1
Evan “Flip” Jenkins took a long pull from his bottle of beer, watching the strawberry blonde woman standing near the cooler, chatting with Evan’s SEAL team member Patrick “Ice” Foster and Patrick’s girlfriend, Rebecca. The woman’s long hair gleamed in the sunlight, f
raming the delicate features of her porcelain skin and emerald green eyes. She burst out laughing, flashing a huge smile that lit up her entire face. Evan wished he was standing closer so he could’ve heard what made her laugh like that. What he wouldn’t do to hear that sound again and again. It was light and carefree, sweet, and feminine. It filled his chest with a stirring he couldn’t even begin to describe and seeped deep inside him, lighting his entire body with awareness and desire.
Her snug tank top highlighted her gorgeous curves, the swell of her breasts giving way to a small waist and slender hips. She wore a loose, long skirt beneath it—the swish of it against those silky legs as she walked around earlier had nearly killed him. How he longed to see exactly what was beneath it, the peeks of flesh he’d gotten taunting and teasing him with every delicate step she took. Her feet just barely peeked out beneath the bottom of it, and he saw a hint of dainty sandals and pink toenails. She was so sweet and feminine it practically hurt just to look at her.
A flush spread over her cheeks, probably from the summer heat, but Evan imagined she might look like that after a very thorough kissing from him, in which his hands skimmed over all those supple womanly curves and his mouth claimed hers. An even better image popped into his mind—the woman, crying out in pleasure from beneath his large frame after he’d thrust into her, making her come in his bed. The first of many times he’d pleasure her again and again.
“Man, you’ve got it bad…,” his fellow SEAL Matthew “Gator” Murphy taunted, following Evan’s gaze across the backyard.
SEAL the Deal (Alpha SEALs Book 1) Page 15