Rescued (A Bad Boy Navy Seal Romance Book 1)

by J. L. Beck

  Her body simply melted to him. No fight, no resistance. Her mouth had opened to him as if she’d been used to his rough taking. Her eyes closed as she kissed him back like she was starved for him.

  He finally came to his senses as he pulled his lips from hers and set her down. “How the fuck did you remember that?”

  Panting and gasping, she shook her head.

  He grabbed her arms. “Talk!”

  She gulped and spluttered, “J-just a moment…”

  He let out a frustrated sigh and fought to get a hold of himself. Dammit, kissing her and almost taking her—

  “Y-you don’t remember fucking me?” she asked.

  He stilled. “What?”

  “Y-you said we came up here and we…” Her eyes were huge in her face.

  FUCK! He did lead her to believe that. Yes, he had. But what was all that description?

  “I-I thought that was what we did. I mean, why are you so mad?” she now shouted at him her body trembling.

  He took a long look at her. Nipples erect through her lacey bra. Chest heaving. He stepped closer and eased a hand between her thighs. Yes, wet as wet gets.

  Her body leaned toward his at the contact.

  Noah stepped back abruptly.

  Her body swayed like it had when she’d passed out.

  He grabbed her. He was so fucking hard and so fucking pissed. But now it was at himself. The woman was picturing what she wanted them to do together. Obviously. Then something else hit him. Her descriptions fit the way he truly did have sex. Forceful, demanding. Commanding. She’d revealed herself in her details. So much for the quiz. She fucking passed.

  You’d think he was a teen boy with his first chance at pussy. He felt disgusted at being shaken from his usual self control. Gently, he set her down and took a step away. He god dammed well better or he was going to strip her down and take her in all the positions she described and then a few others…

  Noah shook away the elation of finding a woman so compatible to him, along with any other personal feelings, and his own images. Then he heard it.

  Crying, a soft crying. His gaze dropped to her lowered head.

  FUCK! Shit, shit fuck. He’d gone too far again. He’d always gone too far. In everything he did. The SEALS. Training, his missions. It was one of the reasons the military used him so often.

  After all, he was the one who’d led her to believe they had sex in the first damn place. He opened his mouth to apologize. Then he shut it. “Look. I handled this all wrong. I-I’m…”

  She raised her face finally, tears streaking her cheeks. “I just do not understand anything. What is happening? Why?” She swiped away her tears. “What happened to me? You know! I know you do. Did I hit my head while up here with you? Was I drunk and then fell? WHAT?”

  He studied her. So, now do I tell the truth? I can see she is what she claimed…without a memory. If I tell her, I fooled her then she won’t trust me. He shoved his fingers through his hair in frustration. Well, after what I just did, she may not trust me anyways.

  “What is my name?” she asked.

  He halted and his troubled thoughts halted.

  “I-I mean I couldn’t have just slept with you without even telling you my name!” She stood up looking upset. “I’m not a slut!” Pausing, her expression changed. “Or maybe I am? How am I to know? Did we meet at a club and I just said ‘yes, take me home, I’ll do ya!’ Then you took me all the way up here? It makes no sense. But then again, nothing makes sense right now.” Her chest was heaving and her face was getting paler by the dammed second.

  Damn, I’d better get a handle on this. “Sit down,” he ordered.

  She stared at him for a moment then did as he said.

  He sat next to her. A name…her name… He looked up and out of the picture window. “Ridge. Your name is Ridge.”

  Blinking her eyes, she looked over at him. “And your name?”

  Yeah, that. He hadn’t thought of that. He couldn’t reveal anything true about himself. It was his rule now. He couldn’t bend that for anything or anyone. His life depended on it. “Harris.”

  Nodding, she looked a bit calmer. “Harris. Nice name. Though a bit unusual.”

  Yes, it was his call name. Not that anyone except a few people ever knew this and those people were now dead.

  “So, how did it happen?” she asked in a quiet voice.

  He turned to look at her. “Look, right now you are weak, still with a possible concussion. How about we try to get you well, then we can explore this.”

  Looking hesitant, she asked, “Then you’ll tell me how we met? How I got up here and how I got this concussion?”

  He nodded. Yes, he was stalling for time. He needed her to remember first. Then when she did…What? She would know he was a lair. Then again, he would know why she was climbing up his dammed mountain. She could still be an enemy, she just doesn’t remember it. He let out a breath. Then there was something more to this whole thing. He wanted her, badly. He’d felt hot for women before. Attracted even, but never with this gut wrenching want.

  He stood up. “First, you can now rest in one of the bedrooms.” Yes, good idea, get her out of reach. Her, in her bra and panties. No wonder he wanted to throw her down and fuck her till he was spent. “Then you can shower, when you feel a bit stronger. You’re upset right now and weak again. Then maybe dinner.”

  Releasing a breath, she stood up and looked a bit wobbly again.

  Against his better judgement, he simply scooped her up. “You’re tired and weak. Let’s shelf this subject for at least a day.” He strode to one of the bedrooms, through the door and set her on the bed. “There are clothes in the closets and dressers. Most are guy’s clothes but there are various sizes, so you might find something to wear. We can’t have you parading around in your underwear forever,” he joked. Though, I sure as hell seemed to like it a bit too much.

  “O-okay. It sounds like a good plan.” She suddenly laid back and was out like a light again.

  He stepped close and looked down at this mystery woman. God dammit, was she beautiful. A slut? Like she’d said. He hardly thought so. This woman could have any man she wanted.

  He wondered now, as he felt a bit sick at the thought. Did she have someone out there? A woman who looks like her and the way she just speaks her mind. He shook himself out of these kinds of wanderings and pulled a blanket over her.

  He walked over and started the fire she needed in the fireplace. He would feed her, let her rest and shower. Then tomorrow, he hoped her memory would return.

  He, himself hadn’t slept at all in the last 2 days. It didn’t mater, as this wasn’t anything new. He had nightmares. Or should he say Living nightmares that were actually real memories. So, he never slept more than 4 hours at a time in any case.

  Fire made, he stood and looked over at Ridge. He winced at the lie. Well, he had no real name for her, so Ridge it would be. Until…Yes, until she remembered her real name and when that happened, he would face whatever she’d been after while climbing his damn mountain.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Ridge heard a moan. Sitting up, she gazed around. The fire in her room’s fireplace had burned down to embers. What is that sound? She felt fear at any sound that didn’t belong. They were safe up here weren’t they? Her mind still felt so fuzzy. Harris had brought her dinner last night, then he left abruptly after showing her the luxurious bathroom and shower for her to use. She’d then ate and took a shower. She’d finally felt somewhat human again. If only she were a whole person with her memories back.

  The cold way he’d acted had felt like he was still mad at her. She could hardly blame him. He had a one night stand then was stuck with her for a while. She was an intrusion on his privacy. Of course, he wanted that, or why else would a man like him be up on a dammed mountain like this? Holed in for the winter. It was strange but then again, this whole thing was odd, wild. Like some book or movie plot.

  Girl wakes up with no memory. Guy who looks like
sex on a stick is there to take care of her. Only…it doesn’t feel quite like that. It feels deeper like they do know each other, somehow. Shaking her head, she let out a sigh. They couldn’t know each other very well though, beyond having sex once. She again felt disgusted. And I have very little memory of that magnificent event.

  She chastised herself for focusing on him so much. Shit. Losing that memory was the least of her worries. Not remembering sex. What life had she left out there? Was anyone looking for her? Did she have family? Were they worried? She paused. Someone was looking for her. She just knew it. But it didn’t give her a good feeling. No, not at all.

  Another noise got her attention, like a thrashing or swishing noise. She turned her head to listen.

  “NO!” Harris’ voice shouted.

  That didn’t sound right. She rose up and padded to the door of the room he’d given to her. She heard groans and movement. She stepped out into the massive living room.

  Noah was laying sprawled out on the couch. Despite it being winter all around them, he kept the luxurious cabin well heated and he only wore sweat pants.

  Ridge knew after their last encounter in this very room that she should stay away from him, but as he tossed and turned, she couldn’t help but move closer.

  The firelight lit along his well defined chest. She sucked in a breath, she had wondered how he really looked under his tee shirt. Her imagination hadn’t even come close. His abs were well defined and she stopped to gaze at the tattoo he wore on that glorious chest of his. She tilted her head. She knew that design but couldn’t remember what it meant.

  “No, fallback, fallback!” he whispered in anger.

  Ridge felt so many things at once. She felt fearful for what was happening that she had no understanding of. She felt sympathy for whatever had him in its terrible grip. A nightmare that must be hell. She moved forward.

  He now settled down a bit, but a tear slipped from his close eyelid.

  A tear? From this man? Her heart nearly stopped. Moving forward, she forgot her fear as she sat down next to his long hard form on the sofa. Reaching out, she lightly touched the tattoo inked along his hot skin.

  Grabbing her hand, Harris gripped it tight and hauled her up on top of him.

  Gasping in shock, Ridge’s soft body met with his hard lines.

  His emerald eyes were staring at her face while reflected flames from the fireplace rose in them. “Who are you?” he whispered hoarsely.

  Opening her mouth to remind him that she had no earthly idea, he pulled her face down to his and smothered her words with his hot, blazing mouth.

  Her body heated up instantly, she became wet between her thighs as his punishing kiss took over any rational thought she could have had. This was the same kiss of before, the one that nearly had her passing out. He sucked on her tongue then bit at her lips. So rough, but so sexy.

  His hands roamed along her body firmly but sensually.

  Her frame trembled. God, how she’d wanted this man—had wanted since she’d first opened her eyes.

  He raised her up breaking the kiss and tore her shirt up and off of her. Then he devoured one of her nipples, licking and sucking with his mouth.

  Arching back in pure pleasure, she could think anymore, just feel. Feel that hot mouth.

  His hand reached into her sweats, his fingers slipping inside her now very wet pussy. He stormed her with his mouth and his fingers as he drove her wild till she was begging and panting. He flicked her clit and rubbed her ass with his other hand. Grasping her ass cheek to hold her entire body in his grasp, he thrust his strong fingers up into her, then switched nipples and bit down lightly.

  Her body jerked and she went rigid with a mindless ecstasy.

  She could feel his smile against her throbbing erect nipple as he ordered, “Come for me…”

  Her body obeyed as she was flung into a climax of the likes she had never known before. It rose up from her core as her body bowed helplessly to entirely claim her in an erotic pulsing throughout her system. She felt herself gush over his fingers still pumping in her pussy curling against her G spot.

  “Yes, baby. Give me that sweet cum. You are mine,” he whispered hoarsely as he held her in a strong relentless grip.

  Oh, god…Ridge suddenly realized she was his, and would always be his as she came all over his skilled fingers. How can this be? She didn’t even know this man. She didn’t know herself any better.

  He pulled her up before she could even process the orgasm he just gave her like a storm full of electricity that had stricken her mute. He gazed into her eyes. “Damn.”

  Damn is right! No man had ever made her come so hard and in less than like 3 minutes flat. “Is that what it was like? Our first time?” she asked breathlessly while trying to get her mind back together.

  He studied her face. “Was it like what you remembered?” His voice had gone low and husky.

  Nodding, she licked her lips. “Except you need to order me to get on my knees and suck your cock,” she boldly announced, remembering some of what she’d thought about before.

  Stilling, he stared at her face. “I would do something like that too,” he stated in an amused voice.

  Staring at him, she nodded. Licking her lips, her body felt tingly and excited. Still wet between her thighs from coming, she wanted to make this man lose it.

  His eyes widened a bit as he set her back from him on the couch.

  Ridge felt confused. Didn’t he just make her scream with the best climax of her life? She was sitting right here, wanting to return the favor. Actually needing to. She would love to see that cock that had always been highly outlined in his jeans. After all, she’d had it already, right? So what was the problem?

  He shook his head. “Listen. I was having bad dreams and before I knew it, I had my hands all over you.”

  Blinking her eyes rapidly, she knew this already, His hands all over her and fingers in her with his hot mouth on her nipples and the biting of them. Did she like it a little rough? She must and this man fit the bill, if that was what she liked. But now, she wondered why he was all the sudden acting so passive, hesitant.

  “You aren’t well. I can’t just like take advantage.”

  Oh… Okay? Wait, No. If they already had a sexual relationship then why—

  Harris sat her further back. “It was a mistake. I lost control. I was half asleep.”

  Ridge felt the sting from his excuses. “Wow, I offer a blowjob, no strings attached and get shot down?”

  He stared at her and chuckled.

  “I just said that out loud right?” she asked as she put her face in her hands.

  He sat forward and lowered her hands. “Dammit, you are so cute.”

  Her head rose up. “Cute? Like a Barbie doll cute? Or little kid cute?”

  He was now laughing outright.

  “OOH!” She rose up and forgot all about the climax. “Just remember this when you feel the need to get blown!” She stomped off to her room.

  “Ridge! Now come on!” he called to her with laughter in his voice.

  “Fuck you! I hope you get blueballs and your dammed neck cramps while trying to blow yourself!” She slammed the door closed and huffed as she marched over to the bed.

  Then she felt deflated as she sat down with a plop. Or more like confused. Why am I so angry? He made good points about her being ill. He was just being a gentleman.

  Ridge tilted her head. No. That man in there was no gentleman. She knew what he was. She’d glimpsed it just now when he’d controlled her body as he made her come at his command. Forceful, determined and demanding in bed. So why was he hesitating now?

  Something else held him back. What could it be? What happened for her to get a concussion? Doubt filled her. Was he lying to her? If so, why? What was this man hiding?

  Well, she found out one thing about herself just now. She knew she was the type to not give up when something puzzled her. She wondered if there were clues in this huge log house. Clues to explain the c
onundrum of Harris.

  Her head rose… Harris what? He gave no last name.

  Ridge now wondered things she should have thought of before. How did she get all the way up here? Maybe she was never drunk. Maybe he’d drugged her.

  She threw up her hands. For what? Now she felt disgusted at her wild imagination. Obviously not to get her to fuck him whenever he wanted. Like some sex slave. She halted…To be his sex slave… Her body lit up with heat. Damn…she let out a slow, long breath and wanted to slap her own face like crazy people do.

  What the fuck is happening here?

  CHAPTER SIX

  Dawn arrived. Noah watched it come through the open picture window. Streams of light cascaded across the shiny wood floors. It had always given him peace while being here. Another day alive, breathing. He couldn’t say that about his friends. Tanner, Hunt, and Blade. All call names. He’d again, revisited that night in his dreams.

  He figured his mind was trying to make it come out differently. It never would. He’d somehow come out of it alive. He also came out enraged. They’d been set up by their own superiors. They all knew too much about a certain mission. He’d gone over it many times in his head. Why did they suddenly feel like any of us would talk? We all had kept our missions and outcomes to ourselves.

  This was why he’d gone into hiding. The very reason why he was up here on this mountain, alone for the last three months. He ran a hand over his eyes. He sat up and looked around at the log home. He’d been perfectly fine with staying here until he could find out who had really set him and his team up. He’d been on back to back missions for 2 years. He’d needed to take a break. Besides, he’d been forced into hiding by the very organization that had employed him.

  He wasn’t alone anymore though, was he?

  Suddenly, he felt a smile grace his lips. Dammit, that woman was something else. He had to admit. He’d met no one like her.