Dirty SEAL (A Navy SEAL Romance) (The Maxwell Family)

by Alycia Taylor

  “Jesus, Brooke, get the fuck in here.” She stepped in and I closed the door. When I turned back around she’d dropped the robe completely like she’d threatened to do. Fuck! She was gorgeous and my damned cock was getting longer and harder underneath the towel around my waist. “What the hell are you doing? Have you lost your fucking mind? This isn’t going to happen, Brooke. Put your robe on and get the fuck out!”

  She ran her hands across her breasts and stomach and then down to the top of her pussy. Licking her lips, she said, “What’s the matter, Tristan? I know you like it.” Her eyes were on my crotch again. “Don’t you want to touch it? Touch me, Tristan…I’ll make you feel so good.”

  I dropped down into the chair, trying to cover up my wood. Later, I’ll realize that was the worst move I could have made. She kept staring at the towel where my cock was pressing and trying to escape. That wasn’t helping my problem. “No! I’m going to say this one more time. You and I are not going to fucking happen! Now put your robe back on and get the fuck out of here.” Jesus she was hot.

  She stuck her bottom lip out again, still brushing the tips of her fingers over her hard nipples. Then suddenly she flashed me another little nasty smile and bent over to pick up the robe she dropped. When she did, she stuck her perfectly round ass right in my face and wiggled it. Fuck! She stood back up and I thought she was putting the robe on, but then she dropped it again and said,

  “Whoops!” just before she dropped her naked ass down into my lap.

  “Brooke! What the fuck is wrong with you?” She had her lips puckered and aiming for mine and God help me, I’d never in my life turned a naked chick away before….but all I wanted her to do was leave. Was she hot? Yeah, most definitely. Was my cock hard from looking at her? Painfully so. Did I want to fuck her? No. It was still strange to me, but the truth was I only wanted Elly. Besides, if I fucked her and Elly found out…that would be the end of me fucking Elly, and I didn’t want that to happen.

  She kept wiggling herself around on my cock until she was finally straddling me and my hard cock was pressed up against the towel that was pressed up into her pussy.

  “Damn it, Brooke! Get the fuck off of me!”

  Chapter Ten

  Elly

  We finally finished up with our meetings around six-forty-five. Jake was there for the second one, but the room was full with the entire crew so he didn’t so much as make eye-contact with me. Good, pervert! When the meeting broke up, I hung back for a while. I wanted to make sure he wasn’t waiting outside the door for me. I might have been getting paranoid again, but the guy seriously creeped me out. Even college guys didn’t go so far as to try and touch me when they were hitting on me. There were only a few of us girls left and I was finally getting ready to leave and head over to Tristan’s bus when Tammy, one of the other interns on the tour said, “Hey Elly, you want to go get a drink with us?”

  “Nah, I don’t think I really want to get out in the rain. Thanks though.”

  “Okay, I’ll walk back to the bus with you.”

  “Um…okay,” I said. She got her jacket and umbrella and we went out of the hotel together and towards the bus. We showed our passes and passed through security. Tristan’s bus was parked before ours and when we got there I stopped and said, “I forgot, I needed to check in with Tristan about something. I’ll catch up with you when you guys get back.”

  She looked at me like she suspected I was there for what I was really there for. I was pretty sure they all knew. There was no such thing as a secret amongst the crew. They couldn’t fire me for it, so I didn’t care.

  “Okay, goodnight!” she said.

  “Night.” I waited until she was gone and slipped inside really quickly. I didn’t want to have to make excuses up to anyone else. I went up the steps and around the corner; then my world caved in on me. I suddenly couldn’t breathe.

  “What the fuck is going on?” I managed to squeak out.

  “Shit! Fuck!” Tristan stood up, knocking a butt naked Brooke into the floor. All he had on was a towel….a tented towel. I felt sick, nauseous. I was such a fool. I wanted to turn away, but I couldn’t. It was like seeing an accident on the freeway. I didn’t want to see Brooke’s naked ass, but I had to look. “This isn’t what you think, Elly. She jumped on me! She wouldn’t take no for an answer.” Tristan was sweating bullets and out of breath. Of course he was; they were probably making out before I came in. Brooke was still sitting on the floor. She was looking at me and although I could only see her out of the corner of my eye, I think the bitch was actually smiling.

  “Yeah, right. Nothing happened. She’s naked and so are you…practically. Nothing happened…yet, but judging from that raging hard on under your towel, it was about to.” I wanted to stop myself there and walk away, but I couldn’t. It was like I was listening to someone else’s high-pitched, shaky voice say, “You’re a fucking asshole! I can’t believe after everything we’ve been through…everything I’ve done for you….” I was tearing up but I had to give Brooke her due as well. I turned on her and said, “You, Brooke, are nothing but a cheap, nasty, two-bit whore. As soon as he’s finished with you he’ll throw your skanky ass out in the rain just like he threw you on the floor. Trust me. He doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself.” I turned to go and felt Tristan’s hand on my arm.

  “Elly, please listen to me.” I looked at his face. I have to give it to him, he really looked sad. He probably was…sad that he got caught. Fucking idiot! He knew I was coming by; he had all day to fuck her before I got there. He just proved once again that he didn’t give a fuck about my feelings. I should have learned my lesson long ago. I shook him off and went out into the rain.

  I slipped around in front of the bus, just in case he came after me. Right, who was I fucking kidding? He wasn’t going to chase me. He was going to go back in there and fuck that skank. I’d just told Brooke the truth; he didn’t give a shit about anyone but Tristan. I’d known that all along but I’d been trying to fool myself. Instead, I’d made a fool out of myself. He only tried to hide the fact he was fucking Brooke because he was afraid he’d need something else from me. Let her fucking support him. I was done! Every fucking thing I’d done for him and this is how he repaid me!

  I stood there in the rain crying; I never cried….motherfucker! I could feel the mascara running into my eyes and down my face. It didn’t matter what I looked like, I already felt like the biggest fucking idiot on the face of the earth. The worst part was, this wasn’t even really his fault. It was mine; I was a fucking moron for trusting a guy like him.

  MY ROCK #7

  Chapter One

  Elly

  I don’t know how long I stood there, leaning against that bus in the rain. I zoned out for a while, feeling sorry for myself and wondering why I attracted men who wanted nothing from me but sex. Did I give off some kind of slut vibe? My ex, the one who died, he was the only one who ever talked about forever, and look how that turned out. The son of a bitch found the pills more attractive than a life with me and then he left me all alone. After that, while I was trying to deal with it with my own substances, I had a short, but torrid affair with a guy who had never been anything but my friend, Cole. The thing about Cole that was so comforting to me was that we both knew it would never go any further than sex. We knew so much about each other and we knew that a relationship between the two of us would never work. I finally got cleaned up and I haven’t seen him since. I was a little sad to have lost the friendship, but it was better to just make a clean break after we’d crossed that line.

  After doing well on my own for a while…I went and hooked up with Tristan. That was supposed to only be about sex, too. It was supposed to be about satisfying a fantasy I’d had since I was a kid. Stupid, stupid me! I let myself start feeling things for the bastard and there I was, standing in the rain, feeling like a fool. Maybe I was a slut.

  Then, of course, there was still Jake. The uber wealthy record producer, show producer, CEO, and my
boss who very casually offered to get you whatever I need if I was willing to sleep with him. The bastard! The one thing I always thought for sure I was doing right was my job. I guess that was not really true though—I slept with Tristan when I wasn’t supposed to and got myself fired for it. Jeez! Jake only confirmed that I was only good for one thing where men were concerned. He’d built me up and made me think I was so good that he wanted to recruit me for his team—his team of chicks that warmed his bed on the road, I guess.

  I finally pulled myself together enough to walk my wet ass back to my own bus. Of course, two of the other girls were still there.

  “Oh my God, Elly! What happened to you, honey? Here, let me get you a towel.” Hannah, one of the nicest of the show’s production crew jumped up to go get a towel. Tammy, the girl who I’d walked out with that night was staring at me.

  “What?” I said, maybe a little too bitchy.

  She had the decency not to smile, but I saw her lips twitch. She continued to stare at me while I dried myself off with the towel Hannah brought me. Finally she said, “Elly, we all know about you and Tristan. I know you were going to hang out with him tonight. It’s okay, we all think he’s hot and we completely understand what you see in him. But, you don’t look like you had much fun tonight. You want to talk about it?”

  I glanced at Hannah and she smiled reassuringly. “Whatever you say is staying right here between us, hon. I’m not a gossip and neither is Tammy. Sometimes it helps to talk about it. Sometimes it doesn’t. It’s entirely up to you.”

  I broke down then and started sobbing. Sweet Hannah, not even worried about getting all wet, put her arm around me and pulled me into her shoulder. I cried again in big, heaving sobs. It was ridiculous. I was not a crier, at all, yet this was the second time that night I turned loose with the water works.

  When I could finally speak I said, “Shit! I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

  Tammy said, “Tell you what, go put on some dry, warm comfy clothes and I’ll make us some hot chocolate. That’ll make you feel better.”

  “Aren’t you guys going out?”

  “Nah, I was planning to stay here all along. It’s too wet out there, I’m not that desperate,” Hannah said with a laugh.

  Then Tammy added, “I am that desperate, but lazy. So I decided not to go, either.”

  That made me laugh. I agreed to change and have hot chocolate with them. I went in and put on a green velour jogging suit and blow dried my hair. I pulled it into a pony-tail and, now fresh-faced and warm and dry, I went back out where the girls were.

  Tammy handed me a cup and I saw that there were mini-marshmallows floating on top and a stick of cinnamon inside the cup. It was just like my mother made it for me when I was a kid. I almost started crying again. I must have been hormonal

  “Thank you, Tammy. It looks yummy.” I sat down with them and after taking a sip and letting the sweet, warm liquid get into my veins and take away that deep, bone-chill I said, “I feel like a fool.”

  “What did he do?” Tammy asked.

  Hannah sat down across from us. She looked so genuinely sympathetic that I didn’t want to look at her. I was afraid she’d make the tears flow again. I looked at Tammy instead and said, “You guys are right…but you know that. I am still seeing Tristan. Worse than that, I was letting him stay with me. We decided to be exclusive a few months ago. I thought things were going good until a few days ago when I found out he’d lied to me about something pretty important. I don’t want to say what that was, it’s his business to tell, but I was hurt. After a couple of days, I decided to suck it up and be the bigger person. I went to him and I actually apologized for accusing him of lying…although I know he lied. I’m an idiot.”

  Looking confused Tammy said, “So is that what you’re upset about tonight?”

  With a sigh I told her, “No, it gets better…or worse, I guess. I forgave him and we were supposed to hang out tonight. When I got there and walked in he was sitting in a chair in nothing but a towel—with a very naked Brooke in his lap.”

  Tammy raised her eyebrows. “Brooke? Contestant Brooke? That Ho!”

  Tammy was obviously not a Brooke fan. Hannah looked thoughtful and said, “You said he knew you were coming? Why would he be messing around with her when he knew you were going to walk in?”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “Either he’s that arrogant, or that stupid, or I am. Maybe he thought if I’d forgive him for lying, I’d forgive him for anything. Maybe he was just so horny he didn’t even consider what I might think or how I’d react. Brooke knew about us a long time ago. She tried to get in his pants and he said no. She threatened to tell and get me fired…that was before I did get fired. Anyways, if he can sleep with her after all that, he doesn’t care about me at all.”

  “Or, Brooke showed up to seduce him….” Hannah said before Tammy interrupted her.

  “But he was in a towel…and Brooke was naked….”

  “What did he tell you happened?” Hannah asked. I took another long drink of the hot chocolate. It felt good as it burned all the way down.

  “He says nothing happened. He says he told her to leave and she wouldn’t.”

  “And why was he in a towel?” Tammy asked.

  I shrugged. I hadn’t really asked him. Brooke could have shown up as he got out of the shower. But why was she naked and why was she on his lap? “The bottom line here, I think, is that Tristan’s a lot bigger and stronger than Brooke. If he didn’t want her on him, fighting her off should have been easy. Why would he let her get in his lap? He had a tent underneath that towel, too, the bastard!”

  “Well, that probably means he didn’t fuck her,” Tammy said, searching for the bright side.

  “Yet,” I added. “And if he had no intentions to screw her, why was his dick as hard as a rock?”

  “Well, he is a man,” Hannah said. “He had a naked girl, who is pretty hot, in his bus. Then she sat right down on his lap…an erection is to be expected. If this was Brooke’s plan, she knew it, too.”

  “Why are they all like this?” I asked. I didn’t expect an answer. It was a rhetorical question and they both knew it. We sat there quietly for a while, drinking our hot chocolate and mentally commiserating about men when, suddenly, before I thought it through, I said, “Jake hit on me last night.”

  “Jake our boss?” Hannah said, with wide eyes.

  “Yeah, him,” I said.

  “He’s a perv,” Tammy said.

  “Has he hit on you too?” I asked her.

  “No, he likes the petite ones like you. I’m too much woman for him,” she said with a wink. Tammy wasn’t fat by any means, but she was a big girl. At nearly six foot tall and a hundred and ninety pounds, at least, she cut an imposing figure.

  I laughed and said, “You’re probably right. That and I’m starting to feel like I give off some kind of slut vibe.”

  Tammy laughed at that, but Hannah said, “Oh honey. Don’t think that way about yourself. He’s the one that there’s something wrong with. He’s your boss for crying out loud. He should know better. There are rules against it even.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, it’s too much like sexual harassment,” she said. “Don’t let him make you feel bad about yourself.”

  “It’s hard not to,” I told them. “I was feeling so good about the job I was doing and now I just feel like he hired me because he wanted to have sex with me.”

  “Oh no! Don’t feel like that, please,” Hannah told me. “Tammy’s right, he really is a perv. I think if he didn’t appreciate your work and he only wanted to sleep with you, he would have used the thing with Tristan against you. If the rumors are true, he sleeps with half the staff. You at least had the integrity to say no.”

  Tammy had her eyebrow raised. I knew what she was thinking. “I said no,” I told her. She grinned and said,

  “I didn’t doubt it.”

  Chapter Two

  Tristan

  I
started to follow Elly out into the rain, but I realized that as much as I didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought, I really shouldn’t risk being seen running around on the back-set butt-ass naked. I ran into the back and slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms. The whole time, Brooke was sitting bare-ass naked in my chair. I walked past her and said,

  “Seriously, Brooke, if you don’t get the fuck out of here, I will drag your naked ass out in the rain.”

  The crazy little bitch smiled at me and said, “Go ahead. I’ll tell them you did things to me against my will and then threw me out. Elly will be my witness that you were naked, too. I think she’s just pissed off enough at you to go for it.”

  Even when I was wasted, I never, ever considered hitting a girl. I wanted to punch Brooke right then though. I wanted to feel her nose crunch underneath my fist and watch her head snap backwards. Who the hell did she think she was? The fucking bitch really needed her ass kicked. I wished that Elly had done it when she was there. I’d have paid money to see that shit.

  “You better be gone when I get back,” I told her as I walked out. The little bitch wasn’t going to intimidate me. The rain was coming down in a torrent. I could barely see my hand in front of my fucking face and it was freezing cold. I couldn’t believe I was out in this shit instead of kicking it in my warm, dry bus with Elly. That was the plan and fucking Brooke had screwed it all up, bad.

  I looked around the bus for Elly, but I didn’t really expect to find her. I would have gone to her bus and tried to talk to her, but she had all those fucking roommates and I really didn’t want everyone on the show to know my business. Instead, spotting the two miserable bastard security officers standing out in the rain I motioned them over. They were both young and buff—probably out of work actors that needed any paycheck to pay their bills in the meantime. Those of us who had been out of work singers felt their pain.