SEAL: A BWWM BAD BOY NAVY SEAL ROMANCE

by Caldwell, Mia

  The girl has a hold on me…

  I’d never been so mentally preoccupied with a woman I hadn’t fucked yet. I just couldn’t get her out of my head, and it wasn’t the first time she’d done that to me. Thinking about that red dress had gotten me through a few dark nights in Kabul. I’d even tried to look her up once I got back from my tour, but nobody at Mobey’s remembered the girl, and nobody knew an Allie.

  She’d given me a fake name. She was trying to use me… All the time I’d spent thinking about her over the years, for what? For a girl who saw me as nothing more than a night of anonymous sex?

  I was so lost in thought I barely remembered driving back to La Jolla.

  As I entered the sprawling house, it suddenly struck me how quiet and empty it was. I envisioned how nice it would be to have a dog greet me at the door. I had never wanted to take care of anything before, so a pet never sounded appealing. But, for some strange reason, it did now.

  I headed straight for the bathroom medicine cabinet with the predictability of a homing pigeon, and grabbed the Vicodin bottle from the shelf. I was about to pop a couple in my mouth when I was struck with the realization that I didn’t have any pain, anywhere; physical or mental. Cali’s “medicine” was already working wonders on me. I put the pills back on the shelf.

  The whirring sounds of a computer printer coming from down the hall told me my father was home; busy as usual, hunkered down in his office. A United States congressman’s work is never done……

  Richard M. Danes had been the Republican representative of California’s 52nd congressional district for five years now. He split his time between coasts; La Jolla and Capitol Hill. My father and I didn’t see eye-to-eye very often, politically or otherwise.

  We didn’t see each other much at all, come to think of it. His career was always more important than his family.

  He had given me the name Devlin because it meant “fierce courage”, but it took me a long time to live up to it. For the most part, I was pretty sure I was a major disappointment to him growing up. He wanted me to follow him into government work. Being the son of a politician brought me many unearned privileges, but I wanted to make my own way in the world.

  After my mom passed away from breast cancer my life took a serious downturn. I was out most nights getting into trouble. My father was not about to tolerate his son derailing his political career, so he steered me (with a very heavy hand!) into a military academy. Said it would “make a man out of me”, and “give me direction”. I think he just wanted me to fall in line…

  Maybe he was right to do it. I was on a destructive path.

  It still shocked the hell out of him when I enlisted.

  He tried to stop me. He called in a few favors, pulled a few strings, but I wasn’t turning back. It wasn’t long before I signed up for Navy SEAL training.

  I made it through the program and I went through hell over the last few years, but I regretted nothing. The military was going to be my life…

  And now, it was over.

  I’d been honorably discharged after the explosion. I could have gotten my own place, but my father was quick to take me back in during recovery. Beach access and the knowledge I’d have the estate to myself for most of the year made the decision an easy one…

  Still… The less I had to see of him, the better.

  I stopped in the doorway to his office. “Can I come in?”

  “Devlin! Good evening son. Of course, come in and take a seat.”

  He waved his hand toward the upholstered wing chair in front of his desk. His office was decorated in classic “old world” style: Lots of dark wood paneling and furniture, thick boring books on the shelves, framed accomplishments on the walls, and photos of him shaking hands with other politicians.

  “What’s on your mind son? How have you been? How’s your leg? I’ve got a talk show hounding me to bring you in when you’re ready. The Congressman and his hero son.”

  My dad seemed unusually chipper, but I didn’t think too much about it. He had probably taken advantage of the limo bar.

  “I’m okay, but I think I’ll pass on the goddamned television appearances. I started back on my physical therapy today. It’s going pretty well.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m glad you decided to give the rehabilitation another chance. Is the therapist going to be coming by the house?”

  “No. Actually, I’m doing my rehab over at Bayside Fitness now, with a new therapist. I really like her too. Her name is Cali Jamison.”

  “A woman? You’re being trained by a woman? Sounds like a distraction to me.”

  “She’s very good at what she does. She’s already motivating me.”

  It was impossible to hide the smile that that statement brought to my face, and it wasn’t lost on my father:

  My dad leaned across his desk toward me and peered over his bifocals. He parted his lips like he was going to say something, but then no words came out of his mouth. He sighed, shook his head slowly, and just stared at me. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke:

  “Don’t tell me. Let me guess. Your physical therapist is hot and you’re already fucking her. Am I right?”

  With that, he abruptly pushed his giant chair away from his desk, walked over to the window, and stared out at the sea.

  “No, dad. It’s not like that at all. She is beautiful, for sure, but it’s not what you think. She’s different. I actually met her once before, back before Afghanistan…”

  As my dad turned to look at me, his stern face softened.

  “Nothing would make me happier than not having to worry about the possible fallout from your scandalous behavior. I prefer to keep myself and my family out of the tabloids if possible. Elections are coming up and I need you on the straight and narrow. If you’re not willing to stand by me on the campaign trail, the least you can do is keep your hands clean. What’s this girl’s name?”

  “It’s Cali Jamison, and she’s a nice, wholesome, sweet girl. She’s focused on her work, and I think she’s exactly what I need right now.”

  His face returned with a scowl.

  “You say her name is Cali Jamison? For some reason, the name Jamison sticks in my craw. Jamison…..Jamison…..”

  “You don’t have anything to worry about dad. I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.”

  As I stood up to leave my father’s mahogany man-cave, the answer to his unsettling intuition finally came to him:

  “I got it! Jamison is the last name of that annoying tree-hugging, radical, activist woman who hounds me on almost every bill I sponsor or initiate.”

  “What a menace she is! Amari Jamison, that’s her name! A complete liberal menace!”

  CHAPTER SIX

  CALI

  My mom and I lived together in a modest house, in the Hillcrest area of San Diego. It’s a trendy neighborhood, brimming with shops and cafes, not far from the city’s world famous zoo and Balboa Park. And it’s where she has owned and operated her dog grooming salon, “Dogz R Us” for almost two decades.

  As far as mother/daughter relationships go, momma and I are very close. She raised me all by herself after my father ran off and she definitely did an outstanding job. But it didn’t mean I told her everything, all the time. I had never told her about my night with Devlin. She would have hunted him down with a vengeance and castrated him with her dog clippers. She hated injustice, and for that, she would always be my hero. That was my mom: Amari Jamison.

  She wasn’t just my hero either…

  Civil rights, housing for the homeless, numerous environmental issues, animal rights... She was involved in countless protests, rallies, strikes, boycotts, sit-ins and campaigns. She had boundless energy when it came to anything she was passionate about. I had always admired that.

  After my PT session with Devlin, I was exhausted; physically, mentally, and emotionally. But, like the good daughter that I was, I phoned my mom to see if I should stop and get something for dinner on my w
ay home. And like the GREAT mother she was, she had already picked up a veggie pizza and a bottle of Pinot Noir. You rock momma!

  We had the most lovely, relaxing dinner out on the back patio. The food and wine tasted extra delicious and the summer night sky was starting to come alive with stars. The moon was in its new crescent phase and Venus sparkled brightly over its lunar shoulder.

  Our lush garden looked almost enchanted in the soft moonlight. Bougainvillea practically grew wild around our house and had created a trellis of pink and purple flowers on our backyard fence that bloomed almost all year-round. Our three rescue dogs, Dewy, Huey and Louie gnawed on our discarded pizza crust under the picnic table with great gusto. We were stuffed and happy, and everything was perfect. The conditions were just right for telling her about Devlin Danes.

  “We got a new client today, momma. It turns out, he’s someone I knew from back in college. Isn’t that a coincidence?”

  “Really? Please tell me it isn’t Deshawn. Is it Deshawn? He always seemed so uncomfortable and nervous around me.”

  Mom smiled devilishly as she took a big swig of wine from her hand-painted glass and let out a loud, bawdy “HA!”

  “No, it isn’t Deshawn. We haven’t even kept in contact. It’s a guy I only went out with once, way back when, before he shipped out for the Middle East… But… I’m thinking I might be interested in him again.”

  “I don’t recall you ever mentioning any military guy back then. What’s his name?”

  Mom was not fond of military anything. That included military songs, planes, boats, clothes, and haircuts. As far as she was concerned, the military was just a bunch of little boys playing with big expensive, destructive toys that killed people. End of story. Devlin would not exactly be her cup of tea.

  That turned out to be the understatement of the year. I barely got the name out of my mouth before my mom started coughing and spewing wine out of her nose. I didn’t have a clue as to why she was already so visibly upset.

  “You went out with Devlin Danes in college?! The son of that asshole GOP congressman, Richard Danes?! And you’re thinking about dating him again?! This is too much! I can’t believe what I’m hearing, Cali!”

  “Well, just because the dad is an asshole doesn’t mean his son is automatically an asshole. You’ve always taught me not to prejudge people, mom. And I think that’s a pretty good code to live by.”

  My mom hopped up from her seat and started immediately busying herself with cleaning up the table and carrying our plates into the kitchen.

  “I know. I know, honey. You’re right, of course. It’s just that his dad isn’t just ANY asshole politician, he’s Congressman Danes! UGH! I get nauseated just thinking about that bastard!”

  “But what’s so extra horrible about him, anyway? You still haven’t even said why you hate him so much? I’ve never even heard you mention his name.”

  “Never heard me mention his name? Are you serious? That man has worked against me on almost every issue I’ve ever fought for!”

  “Well this is news to me mom. I’ve only heard you complain about Congressman Bane.”

  “Oh my God, Cali! Congressman Bane is Congressman Danes! That’s my nickname for him because he is the BANE of my existence! You thought that was actually his name? Don’t you even know the names of your California representatives?”

  I was too embarrassed to admit to my mother that I did not.

  We finished tidying up the kitchen together in only a handful of minutes. That was the great thing about take-out; no real mess. Our arguing was getting us nowhere. We were at an impasse, so we agreed to call it a truce, for now. I hugged my mom and planted a kiss on her forehead. She warmly embraced me back.

  “I love you momma. Thanks for dinner. I’ve got some work I gotta do before I go to bed. Good-night. See you in the morning.”

  “You too, peanut. Sleep tight. Don’t work too hard.”

  Once I was alone in my bedroom, I plugged in my laptop and started researching Navy SEALS.

  The U.S. Navy’s Sea Air Land team is a special operations force? SEAL’s train to operate in all environments and climates such as deserts, jungles and the Arctic?

  Combatant swimming? Parachute jumping? Underwater demolition?

  Unique breed of warrior………

  My mind was churning with the daunting descriptions of all the duties and physical requirements of the SEALs. Devlin Danes did all this stuff? Fuck!

  That’s when I decided to look him up by name. The search page filled with stories and images. Medal of Honor recipient… Descriptions of his heroism that night in the Mediterranean. A man who was willing to sacrifice himself for his team. A man who had survived despite overwhelming odds.

  I craved him in the worst possible way……..

  I was so annoyingly horny lately. I chalked it up to two things: One was the fact that I hadn’t been with a man in so long, I could barely remember what it was like. And two, an incredibly handsome sexual predator was infiltrating my brain. I couldn’t help but be sexually frustrated.

  Unfortunately, tonight, I would have to settle for my less satisfying but dependable, man substitute. I locked my bedroom door, and dug around for the large magenta-colored helper that I kept in my sock drawer.

  Just the vibrating hum of my “pleasure wand” was enough to already get my juices flowing. I turned on the TV as a sound buffer, before relaxing back onto my bed with my faithful, ever-ready lover.

  My mind was filled with images of Devlin: His dark soulful eyes, chiseled jaw-line, and his killer body. I pictured him releasing his cock from his jeans and stroking it seductively in his hand. I was dying to feel it sliding between my thighs, pushing way up inside of me, and filling me completely. He had no idea how many times I’d lay here thinking about him over the years…

  Maybe he’d hurt me when he left… But I couldn’t forget the way he made me feel that night. So beautiful… So desired…

  I parted my legs and ran my dildo back and forth over my slit and in circles around on my clit, pretending it was Devlin’s tongue. The fingers of my left hand fondled my nipples and grabbed at my tits the way I hoped his strong, man hands would do, hopefully one day soon.

  I softly moaned his name and rocked my hips back and forth as I let the dildo penetrate my hot opening. I imagined Devlin’s cock entering my slick pussy lips, forcing me to spread my legs further.

  With a click of a button, I upped the setting from tease to high and imagined my muscular SEAL man releasing his cum in me. My orgasms were the strongest I’d ever had, with or without an actual

  person. I lost track of how many times I came, until I finally had to drop my joy stick into the sheets, still humming. Eventually, I shut it off, and rolled over, drifting into a sweet “sexful” sleep. Mmmm ………..

  Good-night, Devlin Danes.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  DEVLIN

  I had slept like a dead man and woke in the morning completely energized. I downed a protein/banana smoothie and hopped on my road bike for a five mile ride along the scenic rugged coastline. I didn’t want to overwork my leg, so I kept the intensity of the workout down. Running was still off-limits, but swimming wasn’t. So afterward, I took a refreshing plunge into our saltwater pool and lost count of the number of laps I did. I felt strong and reborn.

  Dad even looked a bit proud of me today, as he left for his downtown office. And Carl saluted me before climbing behind the wheel of the limo.

  I headed over to Bayside Fitness an hour before my scheduled appointment time, so I could use the gym equipment for an upper-body workout.

  While I was using the standing, pull-down lat machine, I heard a familiar voice call out my name from behind me:

  “Devlin?! I didn’t know you were a member at this club?! Long time, no see…”

  Before I knew it, a pair of hands was grabbing both cheeks of my ass. Shit! Sandy! Just the person I didn’t want to see!

  And just my luck, Cali walked past us with a
rehab client in tow. Our eyes met, and hers widened as she shot a glaring look of contempt at me.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Danes.”

  FUCK, FUCK and SUPERFUCK! I sure as shit didn’t need that to happen! FUCK AGAIN!

  “Sandy, we both know this isn’t going to happen. We broke this off and you’re back with Greg,” I said, pulling away from her and trying not to attract attention. She wasn’t taking the hint.

  “Maybe I made a mistake. What Greg doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” she whispered.

  “Not going to happen,” I replied sternly. I left her there, moving over to the bench press. Of course, Sandy had to call attention to the situation by yelling across the gym: