SEAL Brotherhood Lucas

by Sharon Hamilton

  “The bank asked me to use it as additional collateral on the loan, because Connie had a couple late payments on her student loan.”

  “But you didn’t borrow against it, right? Pull any money out of it?”

  “No. Just used it as a kind of guarantee for the house loan.”

  “So, if that’s paid off through escrow, then this house would be, what, free and clear?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “I’m no attorney, but I understand that if it was yours before you got married, it remains your sole and separate property. I don’t think you can be forced to sell it.”

  “That’s good news,” he said, letting out a breath. “So, I have a question for you, Marcy, since we’re talking about business sorts of things.” He was about to risk a little more, feeling suddenly comfortable and intrigued.

  “Shoot,” she said as she finished her eggs and took a gulp of coffee.

  “Why are you here?” Her eyes widened at first, and then she returned his honest gaze.

  “Well, you’ll probably have to submit a valuation for this place during your divorce proceedings, when they start. And, I don’t know.” She shrugged, brushing some crumbs from her lap. “I guess I was looking for something. Not sure what.”

  Those eyes again searched his face.

  “Did you find what you were looking for?” he asked as he covered her hand with one of his.

  She hesitated a bit, giving a jolt as their fingers wove together, and then he drew her hand to his face and kissed her palm.

  She swallowed hard. “Yes. I think I did.”

  “Is this wise, Marcy? You’re going to have to stop me, you know, because I can’t.”

  She closed her eyes again, as if searching the back reaches of her mind. “I don’t want you to stop,” she said, her eyes still closed.

  Chapter 10

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  MARCY QUIVERED WITH anticipation as he took her by the hand and, without looking back, brought her to the little bedroom. In front of the patchwork quilt, he reached around her waist and drew her to him, holding her as her hands traveled up his arms. She arched back and they parted. He bent and kissed her. When his kiss went deep, she was lost.

  This wasn’t the smart thing to do. Somewhere, she knew this, but she’d been starved for this meal. She knew deep inside, she’d always regret it if she didn’t just take a chance and let herself glide into something unwise and dangerous—with him.

  I’m going to have to cancel the listing and give it to someone else in the office, she thought while he kissed her neck. He removed her hair clip, tossing it to the corner, his fingers lacing through her hair.

  Other equally ridiculous thoughts flew past her when his fingers probed down her front as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She’d worn a lace bra. White. Exactly what Connie had said. The look on Lucas’ face told her it wasn’t a lie. Lucas likes his women big-chested, which Marcy was, and in white lace, which she also was.

  “Lucas, wait a minute.”

  “No.” He continued exploring her top, trying to get his tongue into the cup of white lace to taste her nipple, kissing her in other impossible places.

  “If we do this—”

  “Honey, we’re doing this.”

  “Then I can’t represent you.”

  “Ask me if I care,” he whispered in her ear. “I need this. I think you do, too.”

  He was right, of course. But her job, her morals, every alarm and bell were sounding off the wall.

  “I—I don’t think this is a good idea.”

  “Same answer. Ask me if I care.”

  “I feel like I’m taking advantage of my position.”

  He continued kissing her neck and between her breasts. In spite of herself, she felt his hard ridge, and instead of backing away, she pressed into him.

  “I intend to take full advantage of you taking advantage of me,” he answered in a whisper.

  “It isn’t wise.”

  “No, it isn’t.”

  “It isn’t smart.” She sighed as her lips told him something else.

  “Not smart at all,” he murmured before he completely covered her mouth.

  When their lips parted, she was leaning in to him, holding on to him like he was her lifeline.

  “But is it right, Marcy? Ask your soul. Is this something you should have, something you deserve?” He ducked his head a bit to gaze into her eyes. She could see he was giving her the choice.

  “Is it, Marcy? Is it right for you, because it’s sure right for me.” His thumb brushed against her lips.

  “Would you stop if I asked you?”

  “Yes, after I kissed every inch of your body. After I made you come so many times, you didn’t remember your name, baby. Yes, I’d stop. If you begged me.”

  Dayum. Dayum.

  “I don’t do this. I’m not that kind of girl.”

  “I know what kind of girl you are. The kind of girl you’re showing me is just fine. I like your kind of girl very much,” he said as he continued kissing her, his long fingers reaching into the top of her panties after his other hand unzipped her skirt, and it dropped to the floor. The heavy bulge in his jeans against her nearly nude sex was such a turn-on she sparked a fever.

  She crossed her arms behind his neck, pulling his head down to hers. “I’m lost, Lucas. Help me.”

  His long groan had her bud pulsing. She could feel the moisture preparing her channel for him. He lowered his crooked forefinger, and she sucked in air as he inserted it in her opening. “Does that help, baby?”

  “Oh, yes, Lucas. But I need more.”

  “Of course you do. Show me. Show me what you want.”

  Suddenly, she was timid, but she smoothed over his button fly.

  He groaned. “You want that, baby? I want to fuck you so bad right now. Take it out for me, sweetheart. Let me feel your fingers around me.”

  She undid the top three buttons on his fly. He was commando, no underwear. “You like it quick,” she heard herself say.

  “No, sweetheart. I like to be ready, is all. Not quick. I like it slow. I like you to ache when I ram my cock inside you.”

  She had never been more ready in her life. His jeans fell to the floor. She took the enormous girth of him, squeezing him, pressing him between their abdomens. She whimpered when she saw a little of his pre-cum leaking. Her ears were buzzing. He was peeling away all the layers of her ladyhood, all the good girl parts of her, leaving the wild child unfettered and free and aching to perform on a stage for him.

  She opened his shirt, popping the buttons.

  The rest of the clothes went quickly. As she stood before him completely naked, he dropped to his knees and kissed her leg from her knee all the way up. When he reached her sex, she jumped and her lower lip quivered. She gripped the tops of his shoulders at the intimate act.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking,” he whispered against her mound.

  “I’m scared, Lucas.”

  He leaned back on his haunches, grinned with lips wet with her own moisture, and then dropped his gaze to between her legs again. “You’ve never done this before?” He reached out and touched her. “Has a man ever played with this?”

  She couldn’t speak; all she could do was nod. She’d had a man touch her there, once. And she’d asked him to move his hand away.

  His gaze narrowed. “But you’re not a virgin, right?”

  “No, just not—”

  “Ah! Now I understand. Just not this. You haven’t done this,” he whispered as he moved forward, looking up at her while he lapped at the slit between her legs. “Baby, you taste sweet. You like that?”

  “Yes.”

  “You want more?”

  “Oh, my God, yes.”

  “That’s my girl. Ride my hand while I taste your juices. Just a little.” He held her hip and tilted her pelvis back and forth, dipping his head to bury his tongue inside her as he rocked her back and forth.

  God, it was getting hot in the room. The backs of hi
s fingers rubbed against her thighs, gently smoothing and parting them. “That little bud is working hard, Marcy. You feel the pressure there?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “I’m gonna take some of the pressure off, so it doesn’t ache so much. You okay with that, honey?”

  “Um, oh, yes.” She couldn’t think.

  He sucked the lips of her sex and slid his fingers up and down. “You tell me if you want me to stop, and I’ll stop.” He slipped both thumbs inside her opening, breaching her core, giving him full access.

  “Don’t—”

  His head jerked up.

  “God, don’t stop, Lucas. Please. Don’t. Stop.”

  “I have no intention of stopping. We got all day and no where else to go.”

  His tongue found her opening again.

  She felt an orgasm coming on quickly. She pinched her own breasts, and then looked down on his head buried between her legs, where he feasted.

  “Come for me, baby. Let me taste it, sweetheart,” he whispered below her.

  The friction of his tongue against her clit made her shudder as she felt herself lose control. His deep guttural moan told her he tasted the gold he was seeking. “God, Marcy, more, give me more,” he said just before he dove in again.

  As the spasms overtook her, she was filled with crazy need to have him inside her channel while she pulsed against him. “I need this so much, Lucas. God, I can’t tell you how much I need this.”

  He withdrew his hands. “I know, baby.” He fished for something in his pants, she heard the tearing of a foil packet and then he stood. Her hands went down to his shaft. She rubbed the ridged surface of the condom, and her eyes grew wide.

  “Something else new, am I right? Oh, baby, what I’m going to do to you,” he said as he picked her up quickly and dropped her back on the bed. “I’d normally like to get you screaming before I come inside, but I think you’re there already and I can’t wait any longer.”

  He mounted her, spreading her thighs. He yanked two pillows from the head of the bed, stuffed them under her pelvis and let a finger rub up and down her wet slit so achingly slow; she arched back and spread her legs further apart.

  With his gaze locking with hers, he put his forefinger in his mouth. “Ah, baby, choices, choices.” The tip of the condom had filled slightly and the plastic looked like it was going to burst.

  “Lucas, please. Don’t tease me any longer. Please.”

  “Please what, sweetheart?”

  “I need you. Inside me.”

  He let the tip rub up and down, and then he pushed enough to have just the head inside her and held.

  “Please, Lucas,” she said, raking her nails over his chest.

  “Ask me. Beg me, baby.”

  “Please, I need you to…”

  “To what? What do you need me to do? Tell me, sweetheart.”

  “I need you inside me.”

  “Yes, baby, but ask me nice and sweet. Tell me what you want.”

  His gaze became devilishly dark as he stroked himself, ready for entry. “I need the command, baby.”

  She inhaled as his large hand squeezed her breast so hard it nearly hurt.

  “That, that thing you were thinking. That thought. I want to hear that thought,” he said as he smiled, squeezed, and slid his knees under her thighs, readying himself.

  “Fuck me, Lucas.”

  “Yes, my dear. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. With pleasure.” He grinned again. “Pull me inside, baby.”

  She leaned forward, gripping his buttocks, and pulled him with her muscles deep inside her, holding him there, milking his length and feeling the hardness of his tip against her cervix. The dull ache had her squeezing her eyes shut. She rolled back and arched her abdomen. His hands held her hips, then pulled her knees up over his shoulders, and he ground down into her, rotating and drilling, holding firm and then deepening his pressure. “Is this what you need, baby?” he asked.

  She couldn’t speak. He thrust and held her tight, holding his breath as she did the same, then released her and soon thrust deep inside again. Her spine began to tingle as the little precursor to her orgasm began. She desperately needed him to fill every part of her insides. The calm between his powerful hip thrusts left her vacant and needy.

  “Deeper,” she whispered.

  He hitched her knees up again, burying his shaft without holding back. “God, Marcy. I can’t get enough.”

  The soft hairs at the back of her neck began to stiffen. She felt her internal muscles clamp down on him hard. Her breasts felt hot, her nipples engorged. Her body was at the edge of an explosion of passion unlike she’d felt before. Her eyes flew open and through her hair, she saw the smile cross his lips as he felt her pulse against him, as he watched her pleasure, kissing her eyes, her neck, the warm space between her breasts.

  Then a sudden frown wrinkled his forehead and his lips formed a perfect O. “God, I can’t help it,” he said with difficulty as he exhaled, pumped and held, until he collapsed on top of her. As her breathing slowed and perspiration traveled from his chest to hers, she allowed her fingers to sift through his hair, pushing it off his forehead. He kissed her nipples gently, then tucked his head into the space beneath her chin and pressed his cheek to her.

  IN THE LAST few moments before she fell into a deep sleep, Lucas still buried deep inside her, she played with the damp curls at the back of his neck. Her fingers stroked up and down his spine and she squeezed his butt cheeks. His enormous torso pressed her breasts until their bodies breathed in tandem. Holding him, she’d never felt happier, and she knew, if she ever had to let this man go, she’d miss him the rest of her life.

  Chapter 11

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  THEY NEEDED A cold shower after the third time they made love. Lucas insisted on washing her all over, slipping fingers into every crevice, because it was like seeing her all over again. Her body was like silk. The bubbles over her breasts made them slippery. She was built perfectly for him, and he loved the feeling of her slick body brushing up against his torso.

  He tried to envision the faces of other lovers and exciting conquests from his past, but he couldn’t see a single one. He couldn’t even picture Connie’s face anymore. The connection was so strong between him and Marcy he didn’t care if they never left the cabin.

  Where was it all going? And did it matter, really? He knew Connie would blow a gasket, and he hoped she wouldn’t retaliate against this lovely creature he’d found, this woman he barely knew. He wasn’t going to fuck it up. Not this time. The bonfire they could build together would be enough to last their lifetimes.

  What the fuck am I saying? he asked himself as he watched the water sluice down her perfect back, ending at that perfect ass. She was using his palms as her washcloth, letting him touch every inch of her.

  He knew they needed to talk, but he wasn’t in any hurry. This was what he knew: The sight of her nude body shuddering in front of him, and her little shouts and wiggles as the cold made her jump, had him smiling and fucking melted his heart.

  Oh, he was snagged all right. He was so fuckin’ hooked and hog-tied. There was no way out. No way he’d let anyone get between them.

  But then he remembered he was a team guy. He was a warrior, and there was a job to do in just a couple of days. They’d have to talk between their fucking. She liked to talk during sex, just like he did. He could pump her little pussy until her lips were so swollen she’d walk funny. And even then, it wouldn’t be enough.

  “Are you hungry, Marcy?” he dared to whisper. He hated to end their little romp in the shower, but he honestly wasn’t sure if they hadn’t already drained the well. “We’re gonna burn up the pump if we keep this up,” he said as he kissed her under her ear.

  She turned, and her smile tempted him further. Half-lidded eyes did him in. “I’m starved. What did you have in mind, sailor?”

  THEY ATE THAI food on Cloverdale Boulevard. He began to get his bearings, watching people through
the dirty glass window. He liked the little town. Things hadn’t become all yuppified. There were cowboys, jazz musicians, pot smokers, and little hotties trying to get modeling jobs in San Francisco, so they could escape from their little town. He couldn’t blame them. People lived here because they didn’t aspire to do many big things. And that meant things were safe—if there ever was a really safe town in the U.S. anymore.

  He pushed his leftover food aside and took her hand. “I gotta explain a couple of things to you.”

  She set down her fork, took a sip of water, and gave him a sober look.

  “You know what I do, right?”

  “I do.”

  “So, I don’t think I’m breaching protocol when I tell you the world is a much more dangerous place than everyone thinks.”

  She shrugged. “I know that.”

  “No, sweetheart,” he said as he leaned in, putting his elbows on the table. “You don’t know the half of it. Involving you in my life, and I’m assuming we’ll be involved—”

  “Involved?” She raised her eyebrows.

  “Well, pardon me, but I just assumed that—”

  She giggled, and it was such a wonderful sound. “You and I are in a boatload of trouble, Lucas. We just jumped out of an airplane without a parachute.”

  A smile tugged at his lips. “That’s a pretty good way to put it, honey.” He could see she was hesitant to say something.

  “I’d say we’re more like blended. Like all those bodily fluids we exchanged all morning.”

  “I like all those bodily fluids. I want to make more,” he whispered.

  Marcy blushed.

  “What is it? You re-thinking all this?”

  “Not sure I can. It’s just that I can’t believe I’m here, with you. Connie was all wrong about you. I’ll bet you never cheated on her either.”

  “Never. Not after we got married.”

  “For the life of me, I don’t understand why she thought you did, how she could just could walk away.”

  He stiffened. He didn’t want to talk about Connie. “Long sad, story, Marcy. We sure had fun, but we had no staying power. She had one station, Marcy. It was to be all Connie’s way. Always Connie’s way. She could never understand why I wanted to do this. Looking back on it, I don’t think she really supported my decision to become a SEAL. Not really.”