Misbehave: A Navy SEAL Romance

by Tia Siren

  The sensations of our lovemaking melded into a cauldron of passion. Cam stirred my desire, lifting it to new heights within me. I lowered my leg and rolled on my hands and knees. Then, my legs spread and my pussy ached for Cam's hard cock to slide into the warmth inside me.

  He gripped my ass and squeezed and drove his fingers into my flesh. My cheeks spread as he shoved harder and deeper. His body was a temple of lust that wanted me to pray there.

  “Oh God, fuck me Cam. Shove your cock inside me harder, yes,” I screamed.

  Cam increased his tempo. He knew exactly what to do, and how to take me like a man; in passion, in lust and in love. He gave it all to me, and my body was so satisfied.

  “Come on Cam, make love to me harder. No sneaking. Just let me have it,” I yelled.

  Cam thrust harder and faster as his balls slapped against my pussy. His cock was long and hard inside me. His thrust again, driving me to sexual oblivion, a place where I had never been before.

  “Cam, I want to look in your eyes as you take me to my limit,” I whispered.

  He slowly withdrew his cock and I rolled onto my back. I placed a pillow under my ass as Cam rubbed the length of his cock against my wet pussy. I moaned and groaned while his cock slid between my pink lips and spread me to the limit. Cam hunched over me. As his hips heaved and fell, his cock dove deeper inside the warmth of my passion. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  I had him now, and I was never going to let him go.

  Cam pummeled my pussy and his shaft throbbed and twitched as it slid back and forth. He grabbed my hands, and he held them tight as he pinned me to the bed. His hips thrust faster and faster. The animal had been released, and his body was preparing to explode. My hips rocked along with Cam's rhythm, and my pussy longed for him to be deeper inside. The flames of passion ignited and turned into a raging inferno of pure lust.

  My pussy screamed with pleasure, and my belly filled with sensations that only Cam could bring me to experience. I rocked my hips and pushed my pussy up toward his driving cock. Our hips clashed, and the war of passion commenced.

  Cam was close to his limit. His beautiful body tensed and his stomach showed the extent of his chiseled features.

  Cam sucked in a sharp intake of breath. “Shit Katie, I’m gonna come,” he murmured as his ass clenched and his balls released his potion of love deep inside my exploding pussy.

  I could feel the fire of passion welling up inside, and it was turning into a wild bushfire. My legs wobbled and I gyrated my hips. As Cam released himself inside me, I thrust my hips forward and my clenched pussy sucked his seed of love from his loins.

  “Cam, Cam, I’m going to come, fuck me,” I moaned as my belly quivered and fire washed throughout my body.

  Cam's heaving body slumped as he rolled onto the bed. I gasped for air; the power of my orgasm had taken my breath away. My heart raced and slowed down to normal as I breathed deep and slow. I rolled towards Cam and wrapped my leg and my arm over his depleted body. He held my arm and placed one around my shoulder. He pulled me close to him and held me tight. He would protect me and keep me warm at night.

  I rubbed my hand across his chest and his belly, and I sensed his body had shown a genuine extent of his lovemaking as had mine. We lay there together, and our bodies entwined as we had become a single unit, partners in crime.

  The sensations of my orgasm slowly subsided, and my body had stopped quivering from the excitement and the stimulation. Cam had fully regained his composure, and his body had again became like a coiled spring, ready to spring at a moment’s notice.

  I looked into his eyes, and I could see that all his demons and hang-ups had finally been washed away. He had become fully happy with the situation he was now in. I too had matured, and again Cam had shown me what it felt like to be a real woman. I now knew the old Katie had gone forever.

  Our lovemaking had been the most satisfying experience yet. We had been able to let our true feelings be known, and our bodies had responded. I had finally given my all to Cam, and he had given his all to me. Our souls had merged and we had become one. We lay on my bed and embraced the effects of our lovemaking. Our relationship was now out in the open, and we were free. We were free to show and express our love, not just to each other, but to the world.

  “Katie, trouble maker, tease, wild child and flirt, whatever traits you have, I accept them all. It is what makes you so unique, and I just have one thing to say to you,” Cam said.

  “What is that?” I asked as I rolled over to look into his eyes.

  “I’m so in love with you. Yes, and I would like you to move in with me. That way you can be with Emmy all the time. As far as the job… you really should take it. There’s nothing for you to hide from now,” he added.

  “Well it is funny you should say all that, Cam Cox; the living legend, the breaker of virginity and savior of lost souls,” I said with a giggle

  He laughed at me and pinched my ass hard.

  “I will take up the job, and I no longer care what people think. Let them talk the talk, and I will walk the walk. Being with you is all that matters,” I said.

  “And?” Cam asked.

  “I accept everything, and I’m so in love you too.”

  “I’m happy you want to move in with me,” Cam said.

  “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll go down in history as the only one who tamed the mighty Cam Cox.”

  We held each other in love, and our passion ignited again. We wanted a long engagement, so that Emmy could enjoy the wedding too. We were happier than ever, and we tried to help Owen with his dating. He needed as much help as he could get.

  There were lots of fun times. He loved dating lots of women, and Cam and I laughed about it. It was wonderful. Our life together was going to be what we made of it; the friends, the good times, and the times with Emmy. Even the Admiral had started to date again! It was so good seeing him go out and do his hair. He did the hilarious comb-over thing, and I teased him when he got smitten over the ladies. I loved him more than ever. And now he was Emmy’s granddad too.

  As for Cam and I, we could wake up in each other’s arms. That was what heaven was; to find that special someone that needed you. Just like I needed Cam. We could talk for hours and make love all night long (as long as he didn’t need to work the next day). I loved him, and he loved me.

  But most importantly… we loved Emmy. She was our perfect little girl. And we made a pact to help her through the world, for as long as time would allow it!

  ***

  THE END

  Big Bad Neighbor: A Single Daddy Next Door Romance

  Love thy neighbor? Oh, I intend to.

  As a retired SEAL, I’m used to crushing obstacles.

  So when the world’s biggest dick tease moves in next door, I’m up for the challenge.

  Her smile, her lips, her ass fitting snugly into those tight jeans. It makes me hard the minute she crosses my driveway.

  But I can tell she’s running from something, something I want to save her from.

  So now I want her even more.

  To protect her, to own her, to make her mine.

  But I have a son to think of. No time for women. No time for games.

  So I’ll never let her into my home… or into my bed.

  But the fact that our bedroom windows align only makes it all the f*ck harder.

  From behind half-drawn curtains, we’re playing a dangerously delicious game.I watch her. And I know she watches me, imagining it’s her hand on my c*ck.But that’s as far as I’ll let it go.Because doing what I have in mind to her… it’s downright unneighborly.

  * * *

  Chapter One

  Jenna

  How did my life get so screwed up?

  I tapped a finger against the porch railing. It was in dire need of stain, and the picket fence surrounding the small front lawn needed some white paint. The flower beds were dry and dead. The grass was dead in the front and the backyard. The inside of the hou
se fared no better either. The carpets needed to be ripped out, the hardwood floors restored, and every room needed to be swept and scrubbed down.

  This was what my life had become over the past few months— run-down and in desperate need of fixing. My heart ached just thinking of the past year. Gone. Wasted. It tasted bitter at the back of my throat.

  The small neighborhood was quiet against the backdrop of a buzzing Denver. I gazed along the shaded street while waiting for my mom’s esteemed realtor to arrive and hand over the keys. My dad’s small inheritance he had left behind for me in case of an emergency had paid for this house and a few small repairs that needed to be done. Everything else would somehow be up to me to figure out.

  A job would be the next thing to look for. The shelter back in California had given me a basic flip phone to contact my mom with. My books, computer, iPhone, and clothes were all locked up in Leon’s apartment still. I paid for it, so it’s mine, not yours. That had been his response when I’d asked him to send my things through the mail. I had even offered to wire over a small bit of money for him to do it, but he’d only take the money. If he couldn’t hold me hostage, he’d hold my possessions hostage.

  I sighed inwardly. How I ended up with someone like Leon was beyond me. A wolf dressed like a sheep was how I had described it to the shelter. Nothing about him screamed danger. He had charmed the hell out of me my freshman year of college. He had been the man on campus then. I had been the quiet book nerd looking to enjoy a few California sunrays. Colossal disaster. I still had the bruises on my arms and legs to prove it.

  Those dark and horrible memories tickled the back of my head. I swiped at them in annoyance, tugging the long curls of my hair out of my hair clip. Don’t think about it. Just ignore it. Keep going forward like they said.

  “Hello there!”

  I blinked to find a middle-aged woman in a knee-length floral dress standing on the other side of the fence. She smiled kindly at me with her dark hair pulled back in a bun. A little girl clung to her hand, impatiently tugging at her mother’s arm.

  “Hello,” I said, forcing a smile.

  The woman put a hand on the gate to open it. That was when I caught sight of the casserole dish in the palm of her hand. I stepped down from the porch to open the gate for her.

  “Very kind of you,” she said, beaming. “I’m Martha Smith. I live four doors down. This is my daughter, Julie.” She ran a hand down Julie’s dark locks fondly. “She’s one of the youngsters you’ll see running around here.”

  “Hi,” Julie said.

  “Hi,” I parroted back.

  “We wanted to bring you this,” Martha continued, holding out the casserole dish. “We heard from the realtor that you would be moving in today but had no working appliances just yet. I do hope you have something to sleep on besides that nasty carpet in there.”

  I took ahold of the casserole dish. The smell of chicken and rice filled my nose. My stomach gave an appreciative rumble.

  “Thank you,” I said, holding the fine ceramic carefully in my arms. “I have an air mattress in my car that I’ll sleep on tonight. The rest of my furniture will be here tomorrow hopefully.”

  “Oh, good. I’m so glad someone bought this house. The last occupants didn’t take care of it at all, as you probably know.” Martha’s eyes raked me up and down then. They settled on the bruises on my forearms, and I couldn’t tuck them away with the casserole dish in my arms. Thankfully, she looked away a second later. “You look so young to be buying a house. How old are you?”

  “I’m twenty-three,” I said, uncomfortable with that knowing look in her eyes. “Thank you again for the casserole, Ms. Smith. It smells good.”

  “Call me Martha,” she said airily. “It makes me feel old when you say my name that way.”

  “Right. Martha—”

  The roar of a diesel truck interrupted us. I glanced over my shoulder to see a tall and strong man hop out from the driver’s side. My heart gave a start when he swept an icy gaze across me and Martha. His blond hair was tousled back sexily. Muscles strained against the cuffs of his gray shirt. I glimpsed a cross tattoo on his right forearm before he turned on his heel to walk around the truck to the passenger side.

  “That’s Derek Summers,” Martha whispered to me, leaning over the fence slightly. The passenger door opened, and a little boy jumped out a second later. He pretended to crash roll on the driveway before scrambling to his feet. “That’s his boy, Owen. He goes to school with Julie.”

  Julie gave an impatient whine then. “Moommm. Can I ask Owen to play before dinner?”

  “Maybe, honey,” Martha said placidly. “That depends on Owen’s dad.”

  “Why are you whispering?” I asked.

  Martha blinked. “Am I?” She laughed lightly. “I supposed it’s habit, dear. Derek over there is a bit of a grump over noise, so I suggest you keep it down.”

  “I’m not loud.”

  “Mooomm!”

  “Oh, for heaven’s sake!” Martha took a step back from the gate to call out in exasperation. “Derek! Does Owen have time to play before dinner?”

  The little boy immediately stopped at the question. He turned to look up at Derek with a hopeful expression.

  Derek shook his head, placing a hand on Owen’s shoulder. His gaze skimmed over us indifferently.

  “Not tonight, Martha,” he said, his husky timbre filling the summer air. “Owen has homework he needs to finish. Have a good night.”

  The curtness threw me a little. I looked over at Martha, who didn’t seem too surprised or bothered by it. She caught sight of my expression.

  “You’ll get used to him,” she said. “He’s a bit rough around the edges, but he’s quite helpful when you need him. He’s just an ass at times.” Her nose crinkled. “Don’t expect him to be around at night though.”

  I couldn’t help it. Curiosity got the better of me. “Where does he go at night?”

  “Beats me,” Martha said, shrugging her shoulders. “A job I assume. He doesn’t talk about himself much. All I know is that JoAnne’s daughter, Hayley, is the trusted person for watching Owen at night.”

  I didn’t care about any of this information. Men were at the bottom of my list now. He is sexy though. I ignored that thought. He was a bit of a prick from what I had gathered. The last thing I needed was another man like that in my life. That had been the reason I had gotten into trouble in the first place.

  I spotted my mother’s realtor driving down the street in our direction. I closed the gate as politely as possible.

  “Thank you again,” I said, taking a step back. “I better go. That’s the realtor with my house keys.”

  Martha flashed a dazzling smile. “Of course, dear. Anytime.” She reached over to pat me on the shoulder. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to come get me. Remember to keep the noise down.”

  She walked down the sidewalk with Julie hopping along. They disappeared behind a large oak tree a minute later.

  This was a new beginning with new people around. Everything would be okay again. Things would be better once the dust settled. I repeated those things to myself firmly.

  I looked over my shoulder to see Derek grabbing the mail from his box on the front door. He looked at me with a blank expression before stepping through the front door, slamming it shut behind him.

  “So much for making friends with the neighbors,” I muttered, and started in the direction of the realtor when she stepped out to jiggle the keys at me.

  “Ready to see your new home?” she asked kindly.

  “Yes,” I said emphatically. Even if it was a complete mess inside, it was my place. It was my fresh start.

  Chapter Two

  Derek

  It was just my type of shitty luck to have a young and sexy woman as a neighbor. I had moved here to Arvada just to escape women in general after my divorce. Now I had an attractive and young one living next door to me. It was horrible and shitty luck that I couldn’t shake off.

/>   I never blamed the universe for what had happened. I had made the decision to marry Sidney despite my family warning me to steer clear of someone like her, but the sex had been far too good to let her go. Sidney knew her way around a bedroom, but that had been part of the problem. She was so damn good at it that she lured other men in too.

  My father’s voice echoed in my head as I watched the young woman talk with someone who appeared to be a realtor from the living room. “Son, 99 percent of women are cunning and manipulative. That’s just how God made them. Look for the rare 1 percent, but don’t dare to dream of ever finding it.”

  Cunning. Manipulative. Greedy. That was exactly who Sidney was. I had a rundown house, barely a few bucks in my account, and full parental custody of Owen after a year of fighting each other in court. Within a matter seconds, that judge had ordered me broke and Owen to be split in half every summer and holidays while Sidney lived in a nice beach house with my savings account in her name.

  Bitterness tore through me. I let the curtain drop down before picking up the stack of mail in the hallway. I sifted through it to toss the junk in the trash can. The television had clicked on in the living room. I could feel the tension radiating off Owen even before I stepped in to turn it off.

  “You need to finish your project, buddy,” I said, taking the TV remote from his grasp.

  “I can finish it later,” Owen said. He folded his small arms over his chest with an angry huff and looked away from me. “You never let me play with my friends anymore.”

  “You can play with them at recess during school,” I said, but that didn’t appease him. I caught sight of his scowl. “I’m serious, Owen. Finish that project or you won’t get to play outside for a while.”

  “What’s the difference?” Owen mumbled.

  He got to his feet anyway to grab his backpack by the front door. I let out a sigh the second he was out of sight and hearing range. There were many times I wondered if the judge had picked the right parent to raise Owen full time. I had no doubt about how much Sidney loved him. She was good about the affection part, and while I loved my son more than life, I couldn’t find it in me to embrace him like he wanted.