Fallen SEAL Legacy

by Sharon Hamilton

  Right. Like that will happen. That’s when he knew he was screwed either way. But both ways were a heck of a lot better than his life had been just a little over a week ago. He’d have to tell Timmons it was all his fault, and then wondered if perhaps the man knew.

  ‘Yeah, Cooper. Go over to Little Miss Hot Pants’ house and tell her you’d like to connect with her family.’ More like connect with his rod up her little jellyroll. He chuckled, thinking about a new piece of equipment, a duty pack so he could walk around all day and have her strapped to his chest.

  She turned and eyed him. “What are you thinking?”

  “You’ve been bad. Very bad. I’m thinking of all the ways I’m going to get back at you as soon as we get in the water.” He winked and wished he had a free hand to adjust the monster coming to life in his pants.

  Her laughter wafted up through the foyer and slapped his heart mercilessly. That little laugh was so devilish. Made him do all kinds of things. Think about even more.

  The bags were left at the front door.

  “You don’t want to put them in the truck?” she asked with a pout.

  Hell, he was looking forward to having an argument about it, just to see her get mad. Those lips of hers, the way she curled them up and questioned him. How dare she question him, a trained special operator, and trained killer? Oh, she was gonna get it all right.

  And they both were going to love every minute of it.

  “Libby, some day, I’m going to teach you some manners,” he whispered as he stepped to press her body all down the front of his. He laced his fingers in her hair at the back of her head and pulled her towards him. She smiled and giggled again before he claimed her mouth. “Did I tell you to laugh?” he said as he kissed her neck. She was squirming like a schoolgirl. Like he was the big bad wolf.

  She managed to wiggle away. “All of a sudden you don’t like my laugh?” she asked. Her lower lip quivered and Coop sighed inside.

  She’d pouted! Thank God she’d pouted. He closed the gap between them and buried his tongue in her mouth so she couldn’t say anything further. He felt her melt as she gave in to her heat and allowed herself to be overtaken with desire. “I love your little laugh. But I love those little squeals you give me when you’re coming,” he whispered to her neck.

  “Okay, but I thought we were going to go for a swim.”

  “I’m swimming now.”

  “Coop. We have a problem.” She pulled away and straightened her clothes.

  He sighed and waited, because anything she would say next he was going to enjoy. He placed his hands on his hips and cocked one knee forward. Bay sat at attention, right next to him as they both stared at Libby. His cock waited eagerly as well.

  “The problem is, I don’t have a swimsuit here.”

  “Oh, that is a very serious problem. You know what? I don’t either.”

  “You can use your shorts. I’d have to use—“

  “Think nothing of it,” he said as he scooped her up in his arms and ran past the stairwell, through the kitchen and, unlocking the slider, out to the backyard. He flipped off his shoes as he carried her barefoot to the water’s edge. Bay followed on his heels. Cooper held her over the turquoise water. “Say it.”

  “Say what?”

  “You know, the magic word.”

  “What magic word?”

  “The one you’re supposed to say, or I’ll throw you in, clothes and all.”

  She threw her head back, still holding on to his neck, and laughed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. You haven’t taught me any magic word.”

  “Oh, yes I did. What could you say that would definitely get things in motion? What did you tell me earlier this afternoon?”

  She looked like a child at Christmas with her bright eyes and the smirk on her lips. He pretended to lose his grip, but caught her. His heart was beating so hard in anticipation. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold her.

  “I want more,” she breathed.

  For just a second, Cooper faltered. It was the right word all right, but the beaming face of the woman in his arms was saying way more than just she wanted a romp in the pool.

  Yes, Miss Libby. I want more, too.

  He began to set her down next to the pool, letting her slide deliciously the length of his torso. He recalled saying those words one day in the early morning in Nebraska as a boy, when the sun was barely visible on the horizon. He’d watched the golden ball creep up and he knew his life was more than getting up before dark and milking the cows, or riding back and forth on the tractor that tilled the rich dark brown earth in perfect rows. It was something about what he would become. And it wasn’t about doing all these things, being all these things as a boy, as a teen, as a man, as a SEAL. It was all about doing it with someone. Having someone at his side. Was that someone Libby?

  Coop, you know the answer to that. It sounded like his mother talking to him. He tucked the memory away in his chest and came back to the present.

  Bay found a spot under a bush, lying down on the carpet of green lawn. Cooper scanned the yard. They weren’t visible to any neighbors unless someone had a hot air balloon, or a camera mounted in the tall trees at the edges of the yard. Then it struck him that he should rig something like that up for surveillance, and he made a mental note of it.

  Libby was standing there barely pressed against him, with her arms still crossed behind his neck, staring into his face. She said it again. She knew he’d gone somewhere else.

  “I want more.”

  “Me too,” he said. He saw an instant of regret there, as if she’d wanted him to repeat the words.

  In time, baby. Trust me.

  He bent and kissed her. She coaxed him with her tongue and they tasted each other. Her eyes looked glazed over slightly as she leaned back to say something, then thought better of it.

  In time, Libby. Give me time.

  He really needed the swim now. The sun was heating his back and he could feel beads of sweat form above his lip and on his chest.

  She pulled his shirt off and kissed his nipples one by one. She laid her head against his left side and listened.

  Can you hear the words I can’t say yet, Libby? Do you feel what it is I feel for you?

  She looked back up to him with her chin on his sternum. “Well, sailor, you want to swim nekkid?”

  “Oh, most definitely,” he said as his voice cracked.

  He noticed the sprinklers had shut off. “Will the gardener be coming today?”

  “No, tomorrow is his day. Not today.” She tapped her temple as if to say she had figured everything out.

  They shimmied out of their clothes. He took her hand and they waded into the shallow end of the pool, walking down the semicircle steps in the corner. She sat on one step, the pool waist high, splashing water on her front, her shoulders, and finally her face. Cooper ducked down underwater and shivered at the refreshing coolness.

  He came up in front of her and between her legs. He spread her knees to the sides as he fingered her labial lips in long strokes under water. She leaned back and braced her upper torso on her arms, her breasts ripe and round, glistening in the afternoon sun.

  He kneeled in front of her, his erection prominent and demanding succor, and drew her over to rest on his cock and pushed her down on him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him in deep. He held her bottom in his hands as he walked around the pool until he was headed toward the deep end. With one arm reaching out and along the surface, sculling, he kicked to keep them afloat as she rode him. She braced herself on his chest and shoulders to raise her body up and then down on him. She kissed him, and then leaned back and he felt the backward pull of her arch.

  It was several stolen minutes in the sunlight in the beautiful pool surrounded by birds and sounds of life all around. The humming of the world doing its job.

  He leaned back and she straddled him like thin raft as they floated as one.

  “I love how you move through t
he water, like you were meant to spend your life there,” she said.

  Here. Inside you.

  “The view,” he said as he took his sculling arm and brushed his thumb over her nipples, took another stroke and did the same again, “is awesome.”

  He brought her over to the steps again and sat her delicately down on the top step, raising her legs up and over his shoulders. He leveraged his knees and leaned forward to push into her as he kissed the breasts that had been squeezed between their bodies. He had access to her deep as he started slow and then worked up to a faster rhythm. Her face transformed as she bit her lower lip, wrinkled up her nose and moaned. Then she opened her eyes wide and showed him how she wanted all of him, accepted him fully, not holding back. When her eyes rolled back and she began to spasm, he let his orgasm fly.

  “Enough?” he whispered to her ear.

  “Never,” she sighed back in return. “But enough for now.”

  Chapter 36

  Riverton didn’t like tattoo parlors, because he didn’t like seeing people violating their paroles. Even with the increased popularity of tattooing, inking their skin was still something the underworld crowd habitually did with their spare change. Some were excising demons, and others were decorating or memorializing their bodies. It was impossible to tell, just from the size, color and subject matter of the tattoos what statement they were aiming for.

  But now he had a pretty good idea about this frog footprint tattoo. He needed confirmation of his hunch.

  Daisy was quite the stunner, just like Armando had told him, and side-by-side, Riverton probably would have chosen her over Libby. But he could understand why Cooper had made his decision. On Riverton’s radar, a woman with lots of worldly experience was way more valuable, and probably more able to deal with his personal demons, not that he ever wanted to show them.

  He knew Daisy could pick up on it, so he tried to just look like a middle-aged cop who wasn’t very good at his job, and see if he could snag something when she was unaware. He had a feeling this little lady knew the perp.

  She asked him if he wanted a seat in her chair.

  “No, thanks. Do you have a room we could sit in for a private conversation?” he asked.

  Immediately the buzzing all around the shop stopped, which confirmed that the artists really could hear over the noise. He imagined they stoically overheard all kinds of stories every day. Kinda like in his work.

  Riverton followed her down the hallway and, in spite of himself, he noticed his dick had risen from the dead, where it was unsafe, and since it wasn’t Saturday night with his favorite girl. And without the use of those blue pills she always offered him. Daisy was doing what Mia had started, making him feel like a man more than just a cop.

  Okay, that’s a good thing. Let’s move on.

  She pulled back a beaded curtain and took him to a break room sort of place with a coffee pot that had been fresh about six hours ago.

  “You want some?” she pointed to the sludge in the pot.

  He must have wrinkled his nose because she giggled. Why do they train women to giggle? So fucking distracting. He liked her loose, easy gait and the way her flesh hung on her frame. He envisioned a thorough interrogation with handcuffs and some sex toys, someplace much more private than this.

  Geez. Would you grow up? He hadn’t thought about those kinds of visions for years. So, maybe he was waking from the undead after all. Maybe it can happen.

  Daisy leaned forward a little too obviously and showed him her butt cheeks as she surveyed the minefield of contents in a small white refrigerator. “We got water, and Red Bull.”

  He didn’t know what to say at first. He was still thinking how nice her ass looked. She swung her head around, focused on the ground and very slowly drew her eyes up his body until she smiled when their eyes connected.

  Have I just been flirted with? Holy shit. Someone actually flirted with me.

  “How about I buy you a cup of coffee?”

  Was that coming from his mouth?

  She shook her head slowly, still looking at him with lidded eyes. “No can do.”

  I can only imagine.

  She sighed. “I guess it’s water, then.” She handed him a cold plastic bottle.

  Riverton opened up the cap and guzzled half of the water down. She was seated at the little Formica coffee table, her legs crossed, sipping on the bottle, those luscious pink lips all over the top flange. She stopped the water from spilling out on her chest, which wouldn’t have been a bad thing, but she did it with her tongue, and that definitely was a good thing. She pointed to the chair across from her.

  It was painful to sit. Riverton cleared his throat, set the bottle down and fumbled to get the picture from his breast pocket. Before he could show it to her, he found himself staring at her open palm, halting him.

  “First, I want some ID.”

  He reached into his back pocket and produced his badge. Daisy fingered the ridges on the gold shield.

  “Okay, then. What have you got there?” She leaned into the table and he couldn’t help but see her enormous breasts were resting on the Formica. They were bigger than he’d seen in quite a long time, and the lovely pink plastic of the tabletop lifted them gently.

  What I’ve got here is a colossal boner. Riverton adjusted his legs, spreading his knees wide and to the sides and showed her the picture of the cat murderer.

  All the color leached from Daisy’s face. Her forehead furrowed, and she was clearly distressed. He could see from her reaction she knew she gave that tat. She turned the photograph over, placing it face down on the table.

  “Do you have an idea who this is?” he asked.

  “What’s he done?”

  “I can’t tell you that. You know him, don’t you?”

  “Not sure.” She was being careful. “I don’t get to know everyone who comes in here, but every once in awhile someone comes in and just gives you the creeps, you know what I’m saying?”

  Riverton nodded. He liked her honesty.

  “I think this guy came in about two years ago. Alone. And that bothered me. Usually the Team guys—you know this is the tat all the SEAL Team 3 guys, Kyle’s group, get, right?”

  “Yes, I’ve met them. Some of them, anyhow.”

  “Usually they will come in with the new guy. Give him a hard time, you know. They ask me to sort of blow his mind a bit, you know, clean fun and all that.”

  She smiled and Riverton’s dick lurched.

  “They make his first tat an experience?” he said, noticing his voice had gone up an octave.

  “Exactly.” Her large white teeth were stunning. And she had a dimple in the middle of her chin.

  “Sort of an initiation, a welcome to the Teams and all. These new guys are always like babies, you know? They are scared to death. Guys in this shop start talking about asking them to bring back severed body parts and shit, you know, just to scare them. It does.” She giggled and her breasts bounced.

  Riverton took a quick intake of air. This was getting hard. He was getting hard.

  “But not this guy?” he asked.

  “No. Not this one. Came in all by himself. And he kept asking questions.”

  “What did he look like?”

  “Well, first of all, he looked too old to be a new SEAL. I mean, he looked like he could be my dad.”

  “So did you question him, like you did me?” Riverton was glued to her blue eyes and the way her eyelashes batted up and down in a flutter that almost made his heart stop.

  “I’m careful.” She appeared to be thinking before answering. “I didn’t want any trouble, so, when he appeared to know all about the tats, I just painted him.”

  “What made you think he was trouble?”

  “His questions.”

  “About what?”

  “Had I ever seen a Team guy go off the deep end, had any of them gotten violent with me? That sort of thing.”

  “I can see why it gave you the creeps.”

  “Wou
ldn’t have worked on him if I had been alone. He came back one other time and asked for something else. I was just closing and I was alone. I told him me and my boyfriend were closing for the night and to come back another day. He never did.”

  “So you have a boyfriend?”

  “Had.”

  “He a SEAL too?” Riverton wanted to hear her say it.

  “That one? Nope.” She leaned forward again, mercifully. “A cop.”

  “Ah,” Riverton managed to get out, despite the fact that his lower brain was making plans.

  “I go for the uniforms. And I love equipment.”

  Riverton was sweating profusely.

  “Recently, I was dating a guy on Kyle’s Team. He’s had a run of some pretty bad luck and hasn’t been the same since.”

  Riverton guessed she’d not been happy with Cooper’s departure. He didn’t want to let on he knew all about it. Armando had warned him not to bring it up or he’d not get any cooperation. Well, maybe he could make it up to her for causing her a little distress this afternoon. “How about I pick you up for dinner when you close, and you can give me a thorough description of what this guy looked like?”

  She thought about it for a minute, checking her fingernail polish. “Okay. I’m done at 5:30.”

  “Perfect.” One thing was still niggling in the back of Riverton’s head. “I don’t quite follow something, if you don’t mind. You were so careful speaking with me, checking me out and such. And yet, you didn’t question this guy at all. How come?”

  Daisy leaned onto the tabletop again, this time pressing her breasts into delicious pillows of flesh that made Riverton’s mouth water. He’d get his lips on those tonight if it killed him.

  “Because.” she smiled as she noticed Riverton was transfixed on her boobs. “Giving someone a tat is one thing.” She pushed the picture in his direction with one finger, polished to a bright pink. “Wanting to get naked with someone is something else entirely.”

  Chapter 37

  Cooper was on his way to drop Libby off at the Hotel Del. Armando called him during the trip over. Cooper had pulled over to the side of the road to listen. Libby could hear Armando squawking on the other end of the line, telling Cooper about a confrontation with someone named Mia, and the visit with Riverton. She remembered hearing somewhere that Mia was Armando’s sister, and that made her feel a little better.