Fallen SEAL Legacy

by Sharon Hamilton

  “Okay what?” he imitated her.

  “Okay now—if you make me come again later.”

  Cooper groaned as he edged between her thighs and slid into her. She was deliciously sore but her body accepted his girth. With long smooth strokes he rode her, stopping randomly several times to kiss her chest and neck. His hands were cupped under her rear cheeks as he raised her for fuller penetration.

  She loved looking up at him when he closed his eyes as he thrust deep. Then she slipped her leg in front of her and he fucked her from the side and behind. He was kissing the side of her face as his fingers felt her nub and he squeezed. She exploded, clamping down on his cock, giving him everything. His ragged breathing in her ear sent her over the edge. The familiar little internal spasms elicited a groan from him as he pushed harder, and began to fill her all over again. He squeezed her breast as they shook in unison.

  They left a note for Libby’s parents, and the next thing she knew they were motoring down the strand to the beach where Cooper’s motor home was parked. The red scooter seemed so tiny under his massive frame, so Libby held herself against his back, enjoying the warm wind breezing past his cheeks and over his shoulders. She put her nose in the base of his neck and inhaled his wonderful man scent infused with the dryer sheets he used on his white tee shirt. It thrilled her that he would want his clothes to smell nice.

  She laid the side of her head between his shoulder blades and heard a rumble in his chest in response. He took one hand from the handlebars and let his fingers mate with hers. Then he returned to his focus on the road.

  Everything was so right when she was with him. She wasn’t afraid of anything. She felt protected, cherished. Libby knew it was probably all her fantasy, but she overruled her common sense and decided to surrender completely, to steep her whole being in the incredible experience of loving Coop.

  They pulled up to Coop’s home, which now seemed so small. As she got closer to the front door she heard Bay barking inside.

  Coop unlocked the door, after removing a small round object from the underside of the long door handle. He slipped it in his pocket before she could get a good look at it.

  “Okay, Dude. You can go out for a run. Just hold it a few seconds longer. Sorry.”

  The door exploded open and Bay leapt in the air, ran as fast as he could in circles, and then started to come back towards Cooper. He got distracted by a large boulder on the edge of the parking lot, and raised his leg. It seemed to take ten minutes.

  “Just in time, I think,” Coop whispered as he watched his dog pee endlessly.

  “What would happen if you were gone too long?” Libby asked.

  “Dunno. I’ve never done that. I think five or six hours is the most.” Bay came bounding over towards them, but, instead of coming to Cooper first, he made a leap toward Libby. It almost toppled her.

  Libby worked to stand her ground and turned to the side, preparing to give Bay a good knee to the belly. Bay stopped himself mid-air and sat in front of her, looking like he expected a treat for his restraint.

  “Good boy,” she said as she leaned over and rubbed his ears and put her nose right up to his. Bay snuck in a lick that extended from her chin to her forehead.

  Cooper was looking at her with a crooked grin, matching his crooked stance, hands on his hips. If she could only have a picture of that look that melted her.

  “You’re quite good with dogs,” he said, grinning.

  “Thank you,” she returned and stepped to within arm’s reach. “Thank you for letting me…come.”

  It was Cooper’s turn to blush. He examined his shoes and then raised his blue eyes to hers. Little creases at the sides ran all the way to his temples. His sparkling expression made her wet instantly.

  “Oh, I have plans for you, all right, Miss Libby.” His voice was husky and she could barely hear over the roar of the ocean. But she heard it perfectly well. Even without the words, her body picked up on his intent.

  The pause was broken by Bay, who wedged his way between them, making sure his meal needs were not ignored.

  Cooper laughed, swung the door open, and bowed. “Your carriage, mum,” he said to Libby. Before she could step up and inside, Bay cut her off and was in the trailer and on the only couch.

  “We’ll train him. Now, missy, will you please get your butt inside to I can feed Bay and get you properly nekkid?”

  He hoisted her up and through the door, slamming it behind him.

  “Since Bay’s on the couch, you can sit there,” he pointed to the bed and wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

  “Of course. My favorite spot.” Libby knew his gaze followed her down the hallway because when she turned, he was grinning again. She leaned back slightly and balanced her upper torso on her palms, crossing her legs carefully. Cooper watched every movement. “Bay’s getting jealous, Coop. Don’t forget his dinner.” She felt perfectly wicked as she unbuttoned her shirt. “Seems like it’s getting awfully hot in here. I’ve had this shirt more off than on today, it seems.”

  Cooper emptied some kibbles into Bay’s dish, darting sideways glances at Libby as she squeezed the breasts still encased in her white lace bra.

  “My nipples hurt. This bra is so tight,” she said as she slipped her fingers under the satin trim at the top of her garment. Cooper held Bay’s dish midair for a second with one hand while his other hand adjusted his pants.

  “You’d better feed Bay.”

  “Yeah” he said as he turned and opened the door. Bay waited for his command and then jumped off the couch in an instant and out the door. Libby heard the metal dish hit the sandy parking lot surface and then saw Coop’s frame darken the doorway, then take up the whole hallway as the door slammed behind him. His long arms hung on an air conditioning unit suspended from the ceiling. He tilted his head to the side, pressed his forehead into his arm and crossed his legs at the ankles and stood, watching her.

  “What, Cooper?” she asked as she continued to rub the tops of her breasts with one finger.

  “That this here is one hell of a thing to come home to.”

  For just a second it took her breath away. Did I hear this right? Then Cooper cleared his throat, looked to the side and rubbed his palms through his hair without making further eye contact.

  He turned and showed her his backside as he took in a big breath and exhaled, staring out the kitchen window to the darkened beach beyond. She knew he couldn’t see anything out there. But he was looking for something.

  Her heart broke. She could tell he was struggling. She got up off the bed and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Cooper, hey, don’t worry. I’m a big girl.”

  At first he stiffened, but then slowly he turned and they were chest to chest. She reached out and drew a finger over his lips. He encircled her waist and drew her against another one of his legendary erections, unafraid to show her.

  She needed to show him her strong side. “This is just this. No more. Don’t worry. No strings, no…”

  He had lowered his mouth and was nibbling on her neck, right under her ear. “Yes?” His voice was husky again. His breathing was deep and hard. She was suddenly glad she had shampooed her hair this morning, had dabbed a little more of the perfume from Capri between her breasts before they left the Hotel Del.

  “Just this,” she finished. She couldn’t risk spooking him with talk of love. She knew it was love. Did he?

  She took a step back from him and released her bra to the floor. She slid down her pants and stood in her panties.

  He looked over her mouth, down her neck, between her breasts and lower, until he ended at her toes, then drew his attention back up just as slowly. He wasn’t going to say anything, so she brought her palms out to the sides.

  “Just this.”

  Suddenly, he was right there, holding her, kissing her hard, his tongue claiming her mouth and down her throat. He held her so tight to him she willed herself to melt. No one had ever squeezed her so hard, loved her with so much passion
, and needed her so much.

  If only…

  It wasn’t smart to think about the if only’s. And besides, she was sort of distracted by the feel of his flesh against hers. He had removed all his clothes so quickly she hadn’t even realized he’d done it. Libby felt his cock root around her lower belly and up and down the crease between her closed legs.

  He picked her up, walking her back to the bed.

  “What about Bay?” she asked.

  He set her down, pried open her knees and leaning over, inserted a finger inside. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said. “Stay just the way you are right now. Don’t move a muscle.”

  “Or what?” she asked, her eyes half closed. Her voice was raspy. She loved the things his fingers were doing.

  “I’ll have to punish you.”

  “Promise?” She looked down at his hand, two of his fingers gone from view.

  “Um hum,” he said as he bent over and kissed her again, tracing her lips with his tongue. “I could do things…”

  “Promise?”

  Bay let out a yelp and Cooper pressed his forehead against hers, and sighed. “Be right back.”

  “Meet you in the shower, in about two big ones, sailor,” Libby replied.

  Chapter 27

  Cooper first lay the dog comforter down over the couch and then let Bay inside, with a command to stay. He heard the water start to run in the shower and felt his cock lurch.

  Close one.

  He’d almost said something like, “I wish I could come home to this picture every night,” or some such shit. Something he would have regretted as sure as he was a fucking US Navy SEAL. And what right did he have to go say or do something like that? He couldn’t offer her anything except some endless nights of fucks and blowjobs. He’d never had to say dumb crap like that with any of his other girlfriends to get into their pants.

  Except it wasn’t Libby’s pants he really wanted. Well, yes, he did want to fuck her six ways to sunrise, to be perfectly honest, but he wanted her to want to be there. In that split second, he fantasized that Libby felt she belonged to him.

  It was dangerous territory. Why couldn’t he just fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk, and would have to go home and rest? Wouldn’t that be safer for them both? She wanted it, after all. Give it to her, and then walk away. Get out now. Satisfy the shit out of her and then get out of Dodge.

  You are a dog. You are a fuckin’ dumb-as-cum-type-of-scum.

  He was standing at the bathroom door with an erection so large he was surprised it bounced. He was a fucking heat-seeking missile. There she was. He could see where her flesh bumped into the frosted glass shower door. This wasn’t any oversized two-person shower. There was barely room for the both of them in it, if they pressed themselves close against each other, which was exactly what he had in mind. If they didn’t hurry up, there’d be no hot water left. Not that it would matter.

  She was properly sudsy, her hair in a clip but part of it dangled in the bubbles sliding down her back. She greeted him and he stepped inside and immediately pressed her back against the wall. Her soapy goodness spiked his libido as her legs wrapped around his hips and she was kissing him while soaping his neck and shoulders.

  Why can’t I get enough of you, Libby? What do you see in me? You know I am only a simple man who cannot offer you anything. Why don’t you say no? Why are you always so open and available to me?

  She wanted him inside her. She was so slippery, his cock was pushing every which way and not finding home base. He didn’t want to get soap in her cave, but Christ, she must have used up all his shower gel because he almost lost his footing trying to ram inside her. She threw her head back and laughed.

  Fuck me. Libby, tell me to stop.

  But she kept laughing. Then she looked at him, all serious, like a young virgin. As if she was doing this for the very first time. Demure. Almost afraid. Trust in those brown eyes of hers that reached down and grabbed his balls. The water was turning cold, but she didn’t change her focus. She looked down to his lips and very tenderly leaned in and claimed him in her soft way, like breathing life into him.

  Something deep in his chest began to ache. He spread his thumb over her cheek, over her lips, and repaid the kiss. His hand caressed her chin and raised her carefully like she was a china doll. Soft kisses. Cold water.

  What is happening?

  She adjusted herself on top of his cock and he didn’t have to press very hard to be inside her. Completely inside her, slowly, bit by bit, while they looked at each other, watching the other feel the joy of the union.

  Something was definitely happening.

  She reached over and punched the water off. She levered herself up and down on him in slow, deliberate movements. He braced her, hands under her backside to help her stay right there, riding him, loving him. She closed her eyes and he knew she savored the feel of their joining. He could see it on her face. It wasn’t his size, it wasn’t the place or the urgency and excitement of the sex, and it was him. She was loving him, like he’d never been loved before.

  He let her lead. He let her show him how she loved this. He let her be soft and supple, he let her heal him in the only way he could be healed.

  He felt connected. Opened. Introduced to a new part of himself he’d never seen before.

  Cooper’s eyes began to ache as he realized he had never cried for his family, for all the years he would never have with them, the first kisses and dates his little niece would never have. But he was spared. Spared to have this. This was about being alive, about being a part of something else greater than just himself. Life wasn’t to be wasted by being just lived.

  Life was meant to enjoy, meant to be shared with someone else.

  Her thumbs brushed aside the wet on his cheeks. He’d never cried during sex, goddamit. Maybe she just thought it was part of the shower water. He hoped she didn’t notice.

  But no, it would be his dumb luck, she would figure it out. And did it matter that he would keep this from her, as he pulsed inside her, meeting her orgasm with his own version of the Fourth of July? Another unprotected encounter with someone he just could not keep his hands off? Someone who deserved more, but seemed to be quite happy being here with him just the way he was. Was it wrong that he enjoyed her satisfied smile afterwards as much as the moment he was exploding inside her?

  No shit. Something was definitely happening. And fast.

  And for the first time, he didn’t want to run away.

  Chapter 28

  “Austin, I think we should cancel the dinner tonight,” Carla said as she stepped out of the shower. Morning sunlight poured through the picture window in their bedroom. Dr. Brownlee was shaving in his shorts.

  “Can’t do that, Carla. Riverton says we go about our lives just like normal. I go to the office. But you stay here, or if you go back to the house, you get help, or have Lib—“

  Dr. Brownlee turned and strode across the bedroom, opened up the door to the living room and stepped inside, noting the opened door to the other bedroom. Her bedroom that had not been slept in.

  He stormed back into the bathroom. “She didn’t come back last night.”

  “No, of course not. She’s with him, like the letter said.”

  “The letter said she’d be back later,” Dr. Brownlee answered.

  “The letter said she was with HIM and I think she’s safer there than over here with us, if you want the truth. Austin,” she dropped her towel and stood completely naked in front of him. “You are so tense.”

  She glided toward him with liquid grace, and lifted her hands to massage his temples. It felt good. She smelled good, too.

  “How much time do you have?” she whispered as she slid her palms down to his shoulders and to his neck. She leaned into him and did what she knew he couldn’t resist. She pressed those beautiful orbs of flesh against him as her mound pressed against his groin.

  “Enough,” he whispered back and kissed her. Her lips were hungry for him. He coul
d still smell the fresh soap on her body. He suddenly wanted to taste all of her.

  Dr. and Mrs. Brownlee had invited Cooper and Libby to join them for breakfast.

  Cooper hoped it wasn’t too obvious to Libby when he dropped her hand just before they entered the Beach Bum restaurant down the street from the Hotel Del. They were ushered to the balcony, with a view of the ocean and beach below, protected from wind by a clear Plexiglas barrier.

  He felt pretty good, although he and Libby had gotten practically no sleep. Plus, Bay had decided he needed to go out twice to explore. Coop suspected the dog wanted to make sure he wasn’t being ignored.

  The sleep deprivation caught up to him as he faced Libby’s dad, who stood up when they approached their table. He extended his hand to her father and managed to avoid making eye contact by saying something to Carla Brownlee. He could see out of the corner of his eye that Dr. Brownlee sat back down with a scowl.

  Yessir, I have fucked your daughter. Every time she wanted it and a couple of more for good measure. Cooper smiled as he looked down at his canvas slip-ons. If Libby’s mom was anything like Libby, Dr. Brownlee was a very satisfied fellow this morning as well.

  “Something funny, son?” Brownlee blurted out.

  Cooper pulled out the chair for Libby, brushed the top of her shoulder as she sat down, then sat down next to her. His thigh rested against hers. He looked up to the good doctor and glared at him at first, then decided to give him the cat-that-ate-the-canary grin.

  You can treat me anyway you like, sir, but I still fucked your daughter.

  Brownlee leaned back, his back hitting the back of the wooden café chair, and took in a deep breath. Carla was searching between both their faces. Libby seemed to be distracted by the look of her exposed thigh against his.

  They ordered food and then her father leaned over the table and cleared his throat. “Libby, honey, your mother and I have been invited to a dinner for the Lavender House. I’m getting an award tonight.”