Trap: A Salvation Society Novel

by Jennifer Rebecca

  I know better than to challenge a man like this. A man who feeds on adrenaline and has more testosterone in his little finger than most others do in their whole bodies. This is a man who’s used to working hard to be the best of the best, and taking what he wants.

  I know better, and yet, I do it anyway. And I love every second of it.

  “Come and get me,” I say as I back away slowly.

  Kyle rips his shirt over his head by grabbing it behind his neck in that sexy way men do. His biceps flex and wink at me, and I bite my lip as the tight boxes of his abs are revealed. I wrap my hands around my own waist and grab the hem of my tanks and pull them up and over my head, dropping them to the floor to reveal my plain black jog bra. My cheeks flush. I’m not a sexy woman. I don’t wear frilly underthings; I wear ones with a purpose. Is he disappointed? I don’t think I could bear it if he was.

  My eyes snap up just in time to see him stalk toward me like a big cat. When he reaches me, his hands go immediately to the elastic band around my ribcage, pulling the stretchy material up and over my head. My arms go up automatically, and then he tosses the black spandex to the floor with a Viking’s war cry. My unbound breasts hang free for a second before he pulls me tight into his arms and crushes his mouth to mine.

  Kyle licks across the seam of my mouth, and I open for him. The heat of his body against mine only serves to drive me higher and higher, and I trail my hands up his lean sides and then down his tight abs, straight to his belt. With shaking hands, I undo the buckle and the button on his shorts before I slide the zipper down and tuck my hand inside.

  I find him hot and thick and hard, and I wrap my hand around him and squeeze before I stroke him from root to tip. With a growl, he grabs me by my underarms and tosses me on the bed. He kneels between my legs, unhooks my jeans, and yanks them down before I’ve even caught my breath, and then he’s there. Kyle tosses my legs over his shoulders as he grips my hips firmly in his hands, his fingers pressing deep into the fleshy part of my hips, and his mouth is over me, wet and wild as he devours me.

  I toss my head back and forth as he sucks my clit deep into his mouth and rolls his tongue over me. He places open-mouth kisses over me, nipping as he goes. He’s moving fast, using his mouth so savagely that I have no choice but to climax. I scrape my nails through his close-cropped hair and over his scalp, desperate to hold him to me. I let out a surprised gasp as my orgasm washes over me, and I come.

  And then he’s moving, kicking off his shorts and pulling a foil packet from his wallet that he chucks over the bed. His muscles flex, and I pant as I watch him put the corner of the packet to his teeth and tear. He closes his eyes as he fists his hard cock, rolling the latex down his long shaft, and then he covers me with his body.

  I feel the very tip of him at my center, and then with one thrust, he gives me all of him. He’s thick and long, and the intrusion tears the breath from my lungs. The sting of the stretch mixes with my arousal, and I want him; I want this. I try and rock my hips against his, to take what we both want, but I’m pinned to the bed by his large frame. I’m at his mercy.

  “Please,” I beg. I need him to move, to put us both out of our misery. And then, thankfully, he does.

  He holds himself over me as he pumps into me. He drops his mouth to mine, placing quick kisses, tasting me as he moves in and out of my body.

  I pull my thighs high on his hips and trail my hands over his chest. I rock my hips to meet his and hold on. I want to push him over the edge like he did me. Only Kyle has other plans.

  He licks into my mouth one more time before pulling back to sit up on his knees and jerks my hips onto his with a harsh thrust that leaves me gasping and my ass suspended above the bed in his hands. He impales me onto him again and again, harder and harder.

  “Kyle,” I gasp.

  “MacKenzie,” he grinds out as he plunges into me. I can’t catch my breath. “Touch yourself.”

  “What?” I gasp, this time in surprise. He couldn’t mean what I think he did. We don’t know each other. He wouldn’t ask something so intimate from me, would he?

  “Touch yourself, baby,” he commands. I guess he did. “I need you to get there. Show me how you come.”

  I shouldn’t. I wouldn’t normally. This isn’t me, but there’s something about Kyle that makes me wild, that makes me want to do things I normally wouldn’t. He makes me feel free.

  So I let my hand glide down my belly to settle between us. I feel where he slides in and out of me and let my fingers feel where we join. And then I touch the tip of my finger to my clit and circle while he drives into me deep and hard, over and over again.

  “Kyle,” I breathe. I’m so very close. This feels big, huge even, like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and I’m not sure I’ll survive it.

  “That’s it,” he growls as he plunges even deeper, harder.

  And then I can’t help it—my orgasm rolls over me like a tidal wave, and I tip my head back and come again. Kyle covers my body with his, driving through my climax and making it seem like it goes on and on forever.

  “Yes,” he growls. “Fuck yes.”

  He plants himself deep and follows me over the edge.

  He rolls to the side, taking me with him and placing a soft, open-mouth kiss to my lips before he pulls free from me and rolls from the bed. He makes his way to my bathroom, and I hear the faucet run before he comes back to me.

  This is it. This is the part that I hate. I never know what to do. Do I say thank you? Do I pretend to be asleep while he puts his clothes on and leaves? I just don’t know. I never know.

  But then he surprises me when he lifts the covers and climbs in my bed, pulling me into his arms. What? This is not on the menu. If I didn’t know how to proceed before, I sure as hell have no idea what to do now.

  “What are you doing?” I blurt out the question before I can even pretend to play it cool.

  “Cuddling?” he replies, and I can hear the humor in his voice. The jerk knows that he has me off kilter and he’s enjoying himself!

  “I don’t understand,” I admit softly.

  “Did you think I was done with you already?” he asks, his voice a deep rumble next to my ear.

  “Maybe.”

  “Not even a little bit.” He smiles and then covers my mouth with his.

  We hold each other close under the covers and touch and taste. He brings me to the pinnacle two more times with his hands but never lets me fall over, and then he rolls me to my back after rolling on another condom. This time is gentler but no less exhilarating as our bodies rock together over and over and we find completion.

  After, he holds me close, and we drift off to sleep.

  Chapter Five

  Kyle

  Something new, something alive

  The first glimpse of dawn is flitting through the windows, and I can see the marine layer is rolling in along the coast. MacKenzie is asleep, sprawled out on her belly with her blonde curls all around her, tickling my skin.

  She was a surprise.

  I knew I wanted her from the first minute I clocked her in that bar. But the way the quiet blonde turned hot and wild in my arms; I did not expect. I knew she would make me work for it, but there’s something about her that makes me think all that she gave me last night was a gift and just the beginning where the pretty pilot is concerned.

  I should walk away. I’ve never tried to keep the same woman for long, and fuck knows the deck is stacked against us with our careers leading us to all corners of the world and back again, I can’t help but want more.

  I think, when it comes to her, I might always want more.

  But those thoughts are better left for later. Now, I have to make more inroads with Mack, because if there’s anything I’ve learned about her, she’s going to have those walls built up high again by sunrise, and I’ll just have to knock them all down again.

  I tuck my finger under the sheets and blanket and slowly slide them down her naked body. Her breasts are pressed to the
mattress, and the way her left leg is canted high to the side says she sleeps like this often, just not nude. Her pretty pink pussy is exposed to me, and my cock is as hard as it’s ever been since I met her.

  She doesn’t move as I roll to the side and pin her leg under mine. I trail my hand gently up and down the back of her leg and around the soft skin of her tight ass. And then I circle the very center of her before I let my fingertip dip lower to roll her clit. I watch as her beautiful skin flushes prettily with her arousal, and her pussy is slick for me.

  She comes awake with a gasp, and she grips the sheets in her fists. “Kyle,” she whispers.

  “Yeah, baby,” I rumble. “Do you want more?”

  “Yes,” she pants, and I sink two fingers deep inside her and pump them while I roll her clit beneath my thumb.

  I pull my fingers from her, and she whimpers as I roll a condom down my length and bring her up to her knees. I hold her hips tight in my hands, the gorgeous globes of her ass on display, and I sink slowly inside her.

  The lean muscles of her back flex and play as she stretches out in front of me like a cat. She’s happy and pliable, but I want her wild. I grab the item I found when I was looking for more condoms in her bedside drawer and twist the end to turn it on.

  She gasps and turns her head to look over her shoulder, her eyes wide as she looks at me when I touch her vibrator to her clit as I thrust deep inside her. Her pussy grips my cock so tight it robs the breath from my lungs.

  “That’s it, baby,” I praise her. I love the way that she squeezes my cock in her slick heat.

  I twist the end to crank up the intensity and drive harder, faster, as I feel her walls beginning to flutter and contract. I toss the vibrator aside when I feel her squeeze my cock with her climax, and she screams into the mattress as I begin to pound into her faster and faster until I plant myself as deep as I can go and follow her over the edge.

  Sweat coats our skin, and I reach out, tag the vibrator, and shut it off. MacKenzie turns to face me and blinks.

  “Morning,” she mumbles, making me smile.

  “Morning.”

  Her eyes flutter closed again, and she seems content to settle back into the hold of sleep, but the day is waiting, and I want to spend every minute of it with her.

  “Time to get up, baby,” I tell her, and she cracks one eye open.

  “What? No,” she says, taking stock of the early hour. “It’s like… dawn!”

  “Come on, marines don’t know how to get up and greet the day?” I tease her.

  “It’s Saturday.” She seems genuinely shocked that anyone would want to get up before noon on a Saturday and I think it’s hilarious and adorable all at the same time.

  “Come for a run on the beach with me,” I plead. “It’ll be fun.”

  “Fun,” she repeats my word, and the look on her face says she doesn’t think it tastes very good.

  “Come on,” I tell her. “Grab your running shoes, and I’ll grab the gear I keep in my truck.”

  “You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?” she asks, adorably put out.

  “No.” I smile. “I’m not.”

  “Oh, all right.”

  She flings the covers back and stomps out of bed toward her closet. I pull on my shorts, grab my keys, and make my way down to my truck to grab my bag. I always have a pair of running shorts and shoes, board shorts, and a water bottle in my truck with my board. Always ready to greet the day no matter what opportunities arise when I’m home, I want to be able to grab them with both hands because I never know where a mission will take me or if I’ll even make it home again.

  I jog back up to the bedroom and see the bathroom door is closed, so I drop my cargos and pull on a pair of jogging shorts and my running shoes. My dog tags dangle around my neck. I’m just tying my last shoe when the door opens and she appears in the same pair of military-issued running shorts that I’m wearing plus a T-shirt and running shoes.

  “Well look at you, Officer Dangles,” she quips when I stand up. “Nice legs.”

  “I could say the same to you.” I laugh, and she rolls her eyes.

  “Let’s get the torture over with, frogman.” She may be beautiful but she is not a morning person. Interesting. And yet, everything I learn about her I appreciate.

  “It’ll be fun, I swear.”

  “Yep, that’s what they all say,” she gripes as I follow her downstairs. She locks up the house and loops the key on her own dog tags, and then we stretch on the lawn before making our way across the street to the beach.

  We keep a slow pace, just enough to get the heart pumping but not enough to make my grouchy girl hate me so soon. I’m sure I’ll give her ample opportunity for the emotions sometime in the future. Why rush it now?

  After we make our way back down the beach, the sun rising just above the water, MacKenzie flops down onto the sand on her back. I sit down next to her and watch the sky.

  “See? Fun.” I hold my arms out to my sides and shrug my shoulders.

  She turns her head and looks at me, her face blank, and then her eyes widen. “Oh God,” she gasps and I think something is really wrong. Maybe she left the coffee pot on and she’s afraid that she’s going to burn the row of million dollar condos down like Old Lady Leary's cow. Maybe she just had a psychic vision that her great grandmother hid millions of dollars in her old mattress and they burned it in an incinerator and now her fortune is lost forever. I don’t know.

  “What?” I ask, now terrified of what’s going to come out of her mouth next.

  “You’re a morning person,” she answers with mock terror on her face.

  “Guilty.” I laugh. “And you are decidedly not. Lucky for you, I think it’s adorable.” And then I drop a kiss to her grumbling mouth.

  “So the SEALs?” she prompts.

  “Yep,” I answer her. “I always wanted to be a SEAL. What made you want to join the marines?”

  “Family tradition,” she answers cryptically.

  “Your dad?” I ask.

  “My dad, my grandpa, my brother and sister, everyone.” She shrugs like that explains everything when really, I want to know so much more. I want to know it all.

  “All pilots?” I ask her.

  “Yeah.”

  “That’s exciting.”

  “You ever fly?” she asks.

  “A little,” I answer her honestly. “They like us to be able to do a lot of things, but not like that. Mostly, I jump out of them.”

  “So I heard, Tarzan.” She laughs, and it lights up her whole face. I want to know everything about her from her first crush to her last flight.

  “You ever surf?” I ask, changing the subject.

  “Like Gidget on a board?” she asks.

  “Yeah.”

  “No,” she says, looking a little terrified.

  “Well today is your lucky day.”

  “Uhn uh,” MacKenzie mumbles. “I don’t know about that.”

  “Come on,” I tell her as I jump to my feet and offer her a hand so she can stand up, because I’m a goddamn gentleman, even if I have done very ungentlemanly things to her person. And I plan to do a lot more of them. “Let’s go change.”

  “You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?” she asks me for the second time today.

  “No.” I smile my victory at her again.

  “Oh, all right.”

  She places her tiny hand in mine, and I pull her to her feet before leading her up the beach and back across the street to her condo. At her doorstep, I lean in so close that her lips almost touch mine and her breath puffs over my cheek. I dip my finger into the neck of her T-shirt and hook the ball chain of her dog tags on my index finger. I pull them up over her shirt, unhooking the house key as I go.

  I let us into the house and lock the front door behind us. We make our way up the two flights of stairs to her bedroom, and poor MacKenzie looks like I’m sending her to the gallows.

  “You do know how to swim, don’t you?�
�� I ask, because she looks so nervous.

  “Yes,” she snaps. “I know how to swim.”

  “Then why the long face, gorgeous?”

  “Because I’m not very coordinated,” she admits. “I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

  “Baby, you could never embarrass yourself in front of me,” I tell her as I pull her into my arms. “I already know what a badass you are, remember?”

  “Yeah,” she mumbles, but she doesn’t sound so sure.

  “Where’s the tough as nails pilot who handed me my ass in a dive bar last night? The one who was so classy, so fucking sexy doing it that she had me hard enough to drive nails?”

  “Here?” she asks quietly while raising her hand like she’s a student during class rollcall.

  “That’s right,” I remind her. “She’s right here. She’s not going anywhere, and neither am I. So do this poor sailor a favor and put him out of his misery, because he’s dying to see that fine ass in a bathing suit.”

  “You’re ridiculous,” she says, rolling her eyes, but now she’s doing it smiling.

  “That’s right, baby, and I’m all yours.”

  The words roll off my tongue before I can stop them, and I don’t even try to, because they sound… I don’t know… right. Thankfully, she doesn’t comment. MacKenzie just makes her way into the closet to change. I quickly shuck my shoes and shorts and pull on my board shorts. I wipe on a quick coat of sunscreen just in time to see Mack come out of the closet looking kind of shy in a sporty bikini that’s made up of little shorts and a top that looks like a sports bra. She’s gorgeous, with a body to die for, long lean legs, small curves, and a mess of blonde hair. She’s everything I didn’t know I wanted, and yet somehow this entire package seems made for me.

  “Come here,” I tell her, and she does without question. Somewhere in the last twenty-four hours, this woman has put her trust in me, and I feel on top of the world. Like Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic.

  I gently wipe some sunscreen on her beautiful face. She has freckles that make her look so fucking young, and I wonder how old she really is. I’m thirty-seven, getting old for a SEAL. It’s time to decide if I’m going to be a paper pusher or find a civilian job, but one thing is certain; my time on the team won’t last forever. I’m going to have to make a decision and soon too.