Navy SEAL Bad Boy

by Cleveland, Eddie

  “That’s my good girl, you’re loving this, aren’t you? Tell me what you want me to do to you,” I demand.

  “I want to feel you,” she begs me, but it’s not enough. After the way she was teasing me, testing me, it’s my turn.

  “Feel me what?” I wrap my hand up in her beautiful curls she did just for the wedding and yank her head back to me.

  “To feel you fuck me, hard,” her voice is strained with desire.

  Pulling my cock from my boxers, I hook my arm around her waist and pull her ass toward me until her back is flat like a tabletop and her eager pussy is waiting for my cock. Grabbing her thong, I twist it in my hand until the elastic and lace give way, exploding across my fist in a painful snap. “Ow! Hey, those were expensive!” She complains, looking over her shoulder back at me.

  “If you keep making a fuss, I’ll have to put them in your mouth,” I growl. Her eyes widen, but she arches her back and grinds her firm ass over my thick cock in approval. I grab a foil packet from my wallet and quickly rip it open with my teeth, my eyes never leaving her round ass. I roll the condom down to the base and sink myself inside her quivering pussy in one long thrust, filling her with my girth as she moans so loud that I’m certain anyone standing within ten feet of the door can hear her.

  I already dropped her snapped thong on the floor, so I can’t make good on my threat to stuff it in her mouth. Instead, I give her ass a sharp slap, and she bears down on my cock as I slide it inside her until my hips thrust against her shapely ass. She moans again, and I cover her mouth with my hand, not because I’m afraid of what people will say if we get caught, but because I’m not willing to have this moment stolen from me by some nosy intruder.

  This time, she grunts much quieter than before. Although her body is telling me what her restricted moaning can’t, she wants it hard. Holding each of her hips like a handle I pull almost all the way out and plunge into her core again and again.

  She twists her ass, pushing back against me every time I bottom out inside her, giving me the deepest access possible to her center. Reaching around her hips, I make quick work of finding her sensitive nub hidden in her mound. I move my finger in little circles, easily sliding with her natural lubricant dripping on my fingertip. Suddenly, she stops moving, her pussy clenches and trembles around my cock, milking it for my seed as she slaps her hand over her own mouth and stifles her growing cries. There’s no mistaking when this woman is cumming, if her body doesn’t tell you loud enough, her muffled screams will.

  My balls tighten as I slam my cock into her faster. With her muscles bearing down on me, she feels as tight as a virgin against my thick girth. A white wave of pure bliss flashes through my body as I cum. When the last tremors stop and I’ve emptied my seed, I lean over her, both of us gasping to catch our breaths.

  I stand up straight and carefully remove the condom, tying it off at the top. I look around the room and see a wastepaper basket and toss it in. Holly composes herself, smoothing her dress back down over her ass. Although, it’s a damned shame that she should cover it. Within a minute, we’re both squared away.

  “You ready to go back out?” I look down at her peaceful smile. If I didn’t know that she was sober, I’d think that she was buzzing pretty good right now. Her cheeks are flush and her eyes are twinkling like she’s just thrown back a couple of glasses of wine.

  “Do you think anyone heard us?” She whispers nervously.

  I shrug, “Fuck ‘em. I don’t care about what anyone in this world thinks, besides you,” I admit quietly. Holly’s smile spreads and her shoulders relax as the tension slides out of them.

  “Ok, I’m ready,” she laces her fingers in mine and we head out of the coat room with much less urgency than when we came in.

  Walking out the door, I realize that Holly’s torn thong is still on the floor by the back wall. A smile pulls at my lips as I imagine seeing the janitor’s reaction as he finds them. It’s either something he’s used to discovering after every wedding reception, or it’ll be his lucky day with a find like that. Either way, I don’t care.

  I lean down and softly kiss Holly on her forehead. Every day is my lucky day as long as I have this amazing woman by my side.

  40

  Jake

  “That was amazing,” Holly looks up at me coyly and I wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her in for a kiss.

  “You’re amazing,” I answer honestly.

  What did I ever do to deserve a woman so warm, so beautiful, and so fucking sexy? I’m not sure that I ever deserved this angel that dropped into my lap, but I’ll do whatever is within my power to keep her there.

  “Are you ready to head out? It’s been a long day,” she tilts her head and her long hair flows down her arm, “I’d kinda like to get back to the hotel room and maybe relax in the tub for a bit,” a sly smile spreads across her face.

  I trail my fingers over the back of her neck and pull her tight against me, looking down at her sultry lips, “Is that right?” I murmur. “Maybe I’ll join you, I’m pretty sure I can ease away all your tension.” I run my other hand down her back and dig my fingers into her plump ass, making her gasp before I cover her lips with my kiss.

  Our tongues collide feverishly, like they’re desperate to be reunited. I can taste her passion, her desire, her eternal longing on her tongue. I have half a mind to drag her back into the coat closet for another round, but as she pulls back and looks up at me with those sweet baby blues, I know I want to take her back to our room so I can claim her as mine again and again. I want to savor every inch of her as I make her cry out my name until her throat is so raw she can’t speak. I want to make her cum until she crumples with exhaustion. I want to lie in bed with her with our flesh pressed together as one, our limbs tied together in a true lover’s knot that neither of us will be eager to untie.

  “I’m ready to go,” I growl, hungry for another taste of her. “I just…” I search my mind for what it is I was supposed to do. All rational thoughts have been stripped away from me, replaced by my one primal instinct to rip off Holly’s clothes and make her mine.

  “Are you going to say goodbye to your brother?” She throws me a lifeline, saving me from drowning in my lust.

  “That’s it,” I snap my fingers. “Let’s go wish them well and then we can get out of here.” I run my fingers over the side of her rosy cheek and tilt her chin up as I smother her delicate lips with another kiss.

  I step back and hold out my hand to her, but she doesn’t take it. “If it’s ok with you, I’d like to get some fresh air,” she smiles. “Someone’s got me all worked up and I need to cool down.”

  “Ok, well don’t let yourself get too cool. I have plans for you later,” I let my gaze slide over her curves, shamelessly enjoying every detail. “I’ll be out in a minute,” I let go of her hand and watch as she walks toward the front door. The hypnotic sway of her hips, the jiggle of her round ass against the flimsy fabric of her dress. I have to force myself to walk away.

  I quickly make it back into the ballroom, on a mission to track down my brother as quickly as possible so I can get back to Holly.

  Twisting my head like an owl, I scan the room for his familiar face. Finally, I spot him off to the side of the dance floor, talking with Dad. I hurry over to them, not caring if I’m interrupting a moment. I’ve got other things on my mind.

  “There he is,” Dad looks up at me. “Were your ears burning?”

  “No, why? Were you talking about me?” I look from my father’s face to my brother’s.

  “I was just telling Cameron how proud I am of you boys. It’s incredible to watch your children grow up. To see you become men that I couldn’t admire more.” He looks over at my brother, “You’ll know soon enough what it’s like. Enjoy them while they’re young. Everyone says it, but it’s so easy to forget. One day your little one will be sleeping against your chest and the next they’ll be off to college. Or having kids of their own,” Dad smiles wistfully.

 
“I will,” Cameron answers. He turns his attention to me, “I suppose that you’re next,” he beams at me knowingly.

  “How’s that?” I try to guess at the meaning of his words.

  “We were just saying that we’ll all be doing this again soon,” Cameron sweeps his hand over the room full of family and friends. “I can see from the way you look at Holly that there’s going to be another wedding in our future.”

  “I don’t know about that,” I shrug it off, but inside his words cling to my heart. I’ve never made any plans to propose, the whole ‘taking it one day at a time’ thing has really been the main focus. However, I realize that Cameron has vocalized what my gut has been telling me since I first met Holly.

  She’s the one.

  “Well, wedding or not, I’m just happy to see you’ve both found wonderful women that make you happy,” Dad looks at us.

  “Thanks, Pops,” I answer.

  “Hey, I wanted to let you know that I’m heading out. This was the perfect start to an amazing life for you, bro,” I look at my big brother. “I can’t wait to watch you play your season, and I can’t wait to meet your little one when the time comes. You’ve got a big year ahead of you, and it couldn’t happen to a more deserving guy.” I grab my brother’s hand and give it a shake, but pull him in for a hug.

  “Thanks, Jake,” he throws his arm around me tight. “That means a lot to me coming from you, man.”

  I step back and look over at my father, “Are we good, Pops?” I tilt my head and watch him slowly nod.

  “We’re good. Always,” he throws his arms around me and gives me a strong squeeze. The man might be getting older, but his strength is still there.

  I clap his back and step back smiling. Clearing my throat, I push down the emotions threatening to spill out of me. “All right!” I say too loudly to mask the tremble in my voice, “I’ll see you soon, I hope,” I nod at Dad and he agrees. “And you, have fun on your honeymoon. Give me a call when you’re back,” I look at Cameron.

  “Will do,” he agrees.

  I don’t drag it out anymore, instead I head back out to the hall and stride toward the front doors of the building, hypnotically drawn to Holly’s light that I can’t see through the door, but I know is there. Like a moth to a flame.

  “Ahhhh! Noooo! Lemme go!”

  My blood turns cold as Holly’s screams reverberate against the walls. My heart pounds in my chest twice as fast as my feet hit the floor. I bolt for the door.

  “Help!” She shrieks.

  I fling the front door open and scan the darkness for her. Where is she? Oh God, where is she?

  “Holly!” I yowl out into the darkness like a wolf calling out to the moon. “Holly! I’m coming!”

  41

  Holly

  “Shut the fuck up!” Knox backhands me across my cheek and my head whips over to the side. A trickle of blood flows from my split lip leaving a taste of salty copper on my tongue. I twist and thrash against him, but I can’t break loose from his iron grip. Knox drags me like a rag doll out into the dark parking lot, away from the building. Away from Jake. Away from any chance of escape.

  Terror bubbles up inside me and I flail erratically like a fish dangling on a line. “Help!” I scream as loud as I can, desperate for anyone to hear. I was just standing at the bottom of the steps, looking up at the stars and thinking of how incredibly blessed I am, literally moments ago. Then I felt a tight squeeze around my neck as Knox wrapped his arm around my throat, clamping his hand down over my mouth and dragged me away.

  “Holly?” I can hear Jake back at the building.

  Knox yanks a gun from the back of his pants and cocks it against my temple. “Go ahead, call out to your perfect Prince Charming,” he sneers. “I’ll empty your brains right here on the pavement, and then his,” he twists me around to face him and I can see the gleeful glint in his wild eyes daring me to challenge him. To give him a reason.

  Somehow, I manage to swallow my instinct to cry out, frozen in a headlock against Knox’s arm with a gun to my head. I wish this wasn’t a familiar feeling.

  “Ahh, you always were my good girl, weren’t you,” he jerks his arm tighter across my throat and begins to drag me away. For the first time, I notice he doesn’t have the same swagger he used to. His leg bounces with every step as he pulls me further from Jake. He’s walking with a limp.

  It feels like a lifetime ago that I shot him. Clearly, not to him. Knox is the kind of man who seldom forgets and never forgives.

  I fight to push away the woozy feeling that’s surrounding me. I can barely breathe with Knox’s choke hold twisted around my neck. The stars begin to blend together and swirl, like a Van Gogh painting, as the world begins to feel fuzzy around the edges. I can’t feel my feet and my arms are taken over by pins and needles, my vision is starting to tunnel.

  “Holly!” Jake’s voice sounds so distant. Like a memory or a dream.

  Knox stops beside a black Cadillac and flings the trunk up. He finally releases my neck and shoves me toward the opening. “Get in, bitch. You and I have so much catching up to do. I can’t wait to get started.” He throws me against the cold, hard metal edge of the open trunk and I cling onto the sides, fighting to keep my legs rooted to the ground.

  “Jake! Over here!” I scream, twisting myself sideways in an attempt to break free. Knox grabs a fistful of my hair, using it to control my head as he pins me under him. He plunges my face into the darkness of the trunk, leaving my ass hanging over the back edge. I can feel him grind his filthy cock against my ass as he runs the cold steel of his gun up the inside of my trembling thighs.

  “Yeah, we’ve got lots of catching up to do.” I can hear him behind me. He pushes the nozzle of his gun flat against my pussy and panicked tears choke me. I sob into the trunk, at his mercy. And Knox has no mercy.

  “Once I’m done fucking every hole on your tight little body, I’m gonna shoot it. First, I’ll shoot your asshole, then your pussy, I’ll save your mouth for last so you don’t die too quick. I’m gonna enjoy letting you bleed out like the fucking pig you are,” Knox crushes me against the edge of his trunk, his body weight flattening me, making the metal edge dig underneath my ribs and push the air from my lungs.

  I’m crying so hard, but I can’t pull the oxygen I need into my body. I start to cough and sputter.

  I have no doubt, none whatsoever, that he will make good on his promises. If I don’t die here first.

  “Knox, get the fuck away from her,” Jake’s voice booms from behind me. It bounces off the inside of the trunk, like an echo in a cave, reassuring me.

  “Fuck you,” I hear Knox spit at him and am suddenly free as his body is plucked from mine.

  I stand up and gasp for air, whirling around to see Jake pounce on Knox like a starving lion taking down a sickly hyena.

  “You think you’re a badass because you beat down a woman?” Jake rolls on top of him. “I’ve taken out the biggest terrorist in the fucking world. You’re nothing but a little bitch,” He punches Knox in the face and his head flings back against the pavement.

  I don’t know what to do other than watch in horror as they struggle for control of the gun. Knox isn’t nearly as big as Jake, but he’s like a weasel. He’s able to maintain control of the weapon as he twists out of the way of Jake’s heavy punch. His hand hits the cement with a sickening thud and a smile slicks across Knox’s face as Jake grimaces in pain.

  I look around frantically. I don’t have a phone to call 9-1-1. I can’t see anyone by the building or out in the parking lot, but I can’t just stand here like a fool. I start screaming my head off for help.

  “Please, help! Anyone! Call the cops! Help!” I shriek desperately.

  Jake balls up his fist again, but this time he doesn’t miss Knox’s sharp nose. Blood explodes from his face as his nose is mangled under the force of Jake’s punch. I watch as Knox’s eyes roll back into his head with wonder. Did Jake knock him out?

  Jake twists Knox’s hand
s, trying to pluck the gun from him, but he can’t. Under him, Knox is still managing to cling to the weapon, pointing it at Jake’s face.

  “Please! Help! Oh my God, he’s going to kill him! Help!” I break down into hysterics, but no one is coming.

  The two men writhe on the ground, yanking for control of the gun. Knox points it at Jake, then Jake takes control and aims it at Knox. My heart is beating out of my chest and I can’t stop screaming at the top of my lungs, feeling like a helpless, pathetic, fool.

  BANG!

  I watch in horror as Jake slumps over Knox. “Oh my god! No!” I cry out, running over to Jake. I don’t care anymore what happens to me. If Jake is dead, I have nothing left to live for.

  I throw my arms over Jake’s shoulders and he slides off of Knox’s body before standing up, gun in hand.

  He’s alive! I look down to the pavement at the blood gushing from Knox’s chest. There’s no doubt from the hole in his body that he’s not walking away from this one.

  “I thought he killed you. I thought,” I throw my arms around Jake’s neck and he lifts me up, swirling me around and gives me a kiss.

  “Are you ok?” His eyes are full of concern as he gently puts me back on my feet and rubs his thumb over my fat lip.

  “It’s nothing,” I grab his hand and look him over, still not fully convinced that he wasn’t hurt somehow. “I’m just so glad you’re ok. I’m so glad it’s over,” the words tumble out of my mouth.

  I look over to the front of the building, Cameron and his father are running out the doors toward us. My eyes fall back to Knox’s lifeless body bleeding out the same way he wanted me to.

  “It’s over,” Jake reassures me, running his swollen hand over my hair. “It’s over.” He pulls me into his chest and I listen to his heartbeat, shaking as my nerves try to settle.

  I can’t believe that Knox is dead. That I’m finally free. Forever. I cling to the only man I’ve ever truly loved. The man who just saved my life. My hero. I listen to his heart promising me of our days to come. Of our freedom. Of our future. Of a life without Knox.