by J. L. Beck
Her eyes got beady. Still not good enough. If he only knew how much she’d cried. What she felt like when she got to the mountain to see the cabin empty. Her soul felt empty, barren. She’d never felt so alone like she did that day.
He couldn’t help but smile at her doubtful expression. “Oh, you don’t believe me?”
She pursed her lips. “Love them and leave them Harris. You just rolled me to get sex then you left!”
“Dammit, Ridge. I would have come and got you or shoot myself in the head. One or the other.”
Her eyes widened.
He nodded. “There’s no life without you. I was planning just tonight to come and kidnap you. I couldn’t take it anymore. Was going to take you right out of his arms and keep you.”
“B-but I wasn’t ever in his arms, Harris.”
He sighed as his forehead met hers. “I didn’t know. I wanted you to be happy.”
“I was for once in my life.”
He stared into her eyes.
“When I was with you, you big dumb beast.”
Laughing, he replied, “Well, I’m going to make you happy again.” He rose up and reached into a drawer on his night stand. Raising up scissors, he lowered them down and cut through her shirt. Then he tugged it off. “The bra has to go.” He snipped it at the center and it fell to the sides. Licking his lips, he smiled. “Yum. It will be days and days till you are allowed to wear underwear of any kind.” He then snipped away her pants. Moving down, he removed her shoes and socks too.
Her mouth fell open in shock. “Harris, you didn’t have to—”
He placed his fingers on her lips. “Shhh, I am the captor here and you are my hostage.” Moving up over her, his satiny skin skimmed her bare body.
She remained unmoved, bracing herself. She was still so mad. But god, he was magnificent, just like she remembered.
Harris then did something odd, he kissed the top of her head. Shoving his face deep into her hair, he kissed it again.
Freezing, she hadn’t expected something so tender—something so unlike him.
Next, he moved to her forehead and kissed her there. Skimming his way down, he kissed her nose. “So cute, that little nose.” He kissed it again.
Speechless, Riley just laid there. What the hell was this?
Kissing her cheeks, her chin, he moved over to her ear and tongued the inside of it.
Her body jumped a little with his warm, wet tonguing of her ear.
He moved to her other ear, tonguing that too.
Her entire body shivered.
His mouth moved down along her neck, kissing and nipping her skin.
Dammit, she was already wet. No, don’t give in.
Working his way down, he covered her chest with his mouth, his tongue, tasting her. Finally, he got to her breasts and grabbed both of them, pushing them together and working his mouth across both nipples back and forth.
Her body rippled with the electric feeling as he teased each nipple with his teeth. Releasing them, he moved down along her stomach.
Her chest heaved, as she felt bereft with the loss of his oral attention to her nipples.
All the while, he squeezed her skin with his hands while his mouth got to every inch it could, laving her, kissing her. He groaned to her belly button as he even stuck his tongue in there.
She realized this was a different kind of torture than he’d ever gave her before. She was in deep trouble. Panting, she refused to speak, or rather, she couldn’t as her breathing wouldn’t allow it and her brain was entirely fuzzed with the sensations he was causing.
His mouth and hands traveled down as he kissed her hips with reverence. “I missed this little butterfly,” he spoke to her skin.
God, the man was too much! Her body trembled in his grasp.
He even licked her little tat then moved on to her lower belly, he sucked her skin into his mouth and covered her with kisses, his tongue hot and velvety. Getting to her mound, he paused.
Oh, god. Don’t pause! Her brain screamed.
Lowering his face, he lathered her mound with his skilled tongue.
Body tremoring, her panting was loud in the room as his tongue went past there and down her to thigh, laving, kissing, sucking.
This would drive her insane! Maybe that was his intention?
His mouth moved to her calves, doing the same ritual.
Riley knew for sure, she’d never experienced this in her entire life. A man kissing her from head to—
Harris then kissed her toes and sucked in each one.
The man was kissing her toes!
He moved to her other foot treating each toe the same way. Raising her foot, he gave her instep a long sweet lick down to her heel.
Her body jumped involuntarily with this sensation. He cannot be serious with this! Wet between her thighs, she could feel more bubbling out of her pussy.
He went up and licked around her ankle then gently sunk his teeth into her other clave, nipping.
Finally, with desperate, panting breaths, she broke her silence vow, “STOP! I-I c-can’t…”
Snickering, he loosened the tie from her ankles and whispered, “I’m only halfway there.”
Her eyes widened as he grabbed her waist and flipped her over onto her stomach.
“Oh!” she exclaimed with her face meeting the pillow.
Chuckling, he started at her ankle again, her Achilles tendon.
NO! NO! Her mind screamed. This cannot be happening. He’d surprised her again. She should’ve known. The man never did anything she expected.
He licked up along her clave, then to her thigh. Switching to her other thigh, he took a nip of the inside of it.
“Ohhh,” she let out a breath as she shook like a leaf.
He continued up to her ass, tongue busy, teeth nipping, hot mouth setting her skin literally on fire. Getting to her ass cheeks, he growled and sank his mouth down on one.
I. AM. GONNA. DIE.
Her gasping was full out now, as she knew she was sopping wet, her pussy muscles clenched as she fought her climax. Her pussy was on fire and he hadn’t even touched her there. No, no coming! She couldn’t give in so easy.
He moved to her other cheek, nipping and kissing her entire globe. Squeezing both ass cheeks at the same time.
Her pussy clenched again and her breath caught in her throat as his hot mouth moved up along her back. More tonguing, kissing, sucking and nipping. He even traced his tongue up her entire spine to her neck then he shoved his nose in her hair and took a deep sniff. “Mmm,” he groaned.
With the sound of his voice, those fingers and that relentless blazing mouth, her body was quivering like someone was tasing her with a small but exquisite currents of pure electricity.
Moving to her shoulders, he gave each the same oral treatment, leaving her shivering with his long wet trails of tonguing.
Suddenly, his large hands were grasping her hips and he raised her up on her knees.
Her brain barely registered this as she hopelessly grasped at coherent thoughts like they were hapless straws wandering away from her. What was I fighting? What is happening? Try as she might, she couldn’t focus on any one thought.
His tongue started at her pussy seam and traced all the way up to her tight, little back hole.
Moaning helplessly, her brain now nothing but mush, she grunted.
Next, he stuck his tongue into her little hole while holding onto her hips.
Her body arched up off the bed.
Chucking softly, he held her tightly as he stuck his tongue in again, then finally, his fingers came up and he flicked her swollen, sensitive clit.
“NO!” she screamed as she came instantly. Her cream gushing from her without her permission.
Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!
Harris groaned at this as he licked and sucked at her folds and her clit while she came, seeming to be intent on getting every last drop. He literally grunted and growled as his hot mouth attacked her pussy.
On her chest with her ass up in the
air, she was more than helpless to do anything but give him what he seemingly wanted. God dammit! How could she have forgotten that this man was pure sex? Raw, greedy…all out dirty hot, erotic sex.
Now, her body was being raised up and his powerful legs were stretched out on the bed as he planted her right down on his huge, hard cock. He sunk her straight down, filling her pussy in a flat fucking second.
She screamed, “Harris!”
He speared her straight up to the hilt. “Now I’m going to fuck you,” he announced with a growl.
Panting and heaving, she couldn’t speak if her life depended on it as he raised her up and brought her down.
Never had she felt a man so well inside of her, deep, demanding, no yielding. No room for anything but that magnificent, hard throbbing cock.
He rose her up using her hips to fuck her, then down repeatedly over his cock, pounding her with a vengeance.
Her pussy gave a spasm as she came again, her stomach tightening with an all out consuming orgasm. For a long moment, she experienced nirvana. Pure unadulterated, mindless bliss as he shot her to the top of a sexual heaven. She literally had no breath and it felt like her heart had stopped.
Like a blow up doll, her body slumped as if someone had thrashed all the air out of her. Weak and mindless, her head dropped helplessly to her heaving chest. Gasping for breath, the room spun around her all while his hard cock continued to jut up inside her.
Halting finally, Harris held her still as he came inside her. “Mine, forever, Ridge,” he growled as he filled her.
Heat flowed up inside her with his hot pulsing cum and she knew he’d showed her what she needed to know. She was his, she had no choice, and he belonged to her too. She whispered, breathlessly, “Y-yes—forever.”
EPILOGUE
Three months later…
The dark covered everything. Shadows loomed across the jungle. Noah stopped to listen. He spotted the fire as men sat around it, drinking and laughing.
He shrugged. Might as well go out a happy mother fucker, I always say. Glancing up, he spotted Tanner on the other side of the clearing. The man gave him a gleaming smile. Yes, his buddy was thinking the same thing.
Let’s have a party.
They both moved forward.
Silent shots pierced the air, as men slumped over, bottles clinking as they broke or rolled across the hard ground.
All clear out here. Noah grinned. Dammit, it was almost too easy.
Both men in armor turned toward the thatched hut.
Tanner whirled his hand around as they approached, telling him he would take the back. He took out a very large machete and disappeared silently around the hut.
Moving forward on silent feet, Noah peeked one eye through the hole in the door.
Two people were asleep sitting up, gagged and bound. His eyes swung over and downward. A guard sat with a drink in one hand and a rifle in the other up against the door.
Noah gauged where he was sitting, drew out his long knife and squinted his eyes to see if he could catch sight of Tanner.
There, he couldn’t miss the sparkling blue eye that met his eye. No need for signal or speaking, they both knew what would happen next.
Noah shoved the knife through the weak straw thatch, catching the man through his back and straight through his heart. He slumped over as Noah removed his knife.
At the same instant, Tanner used his matched and slashed a hole straight down the wall.
The two bound hostages grunted and screamed through their gags, terror in their eyes.
Each man picked up a hostage, tossed them over a large shoulder, and took off through the jungle.
“Fire in the hole,” Noah spoke into his comm as the other men from the camp yelled from behind them and started to follow.
“Oh goody! I get to blow stuff up,” came Ridge’s reply as the jungle exploded behind them. “Annnd they are toast!” she cheered.
“You need to get another line, Sis,” Tanner grunted into the comm.
They made it up to the road as a green camouflaged truck came barreling down the road at them.
They both stopped and stared.
“Coming in hot!” Ridge said over the com.
“Of course you are.” Noah chuckled into his mic.
“Cut that flirting shit out.” Tanner ran toward the stopped truck.
Noah was right beside him as they jumped in the back and set the poor victims of fright down on the truck bed.
The truck lurched badly as it took off.
“Dammit, sis. Learn how to drive!” Tanner grumbled as he tried to keep his victim from slumping over.
“Oh, shut it. You are just jealous that I can drive better than you!” she replied.
Noah chuckled at their usual arguing and reached out to take the gag off the woman who huddled in the corner.
Tanner spoke to the pair in the local language, telling them they were safe and going home to their families.
The poor victims cried in relief and hung onto each other.
After a bumpy ride where Tanner bitched the entire time at Ridge about her hitting every pothole on purpose, they arrived in a small town. Dropping off the two happy civilians and making sure they got safely inside the city hall, Noah and Tanner headed to the truck.
Noah opened the driver door and scooted Ridge over to the middle.
Tanner got in on the other side. “So now, you got your story, kiddo.”
Ridge beamed. “The first one we did was a hit out of the park. Underground reporter with all this inside info, reporting on two specters who come out of the dark and rescue the innocent.”
Tanner rolled his eyes. “Yeah, the drama factor.”
“No,” she argued. “The truth factor. You two are my heroes.” She snuggled up to Noah as he drove. “But…”
The two men swung their gazes over to her.
“But what?” Noah asked.
“I’m going to have to quit.”
Both men looked at each other over her head in confusion.
“Why sweet cheeks? I thought you loved doing this?” Noah questioned entirely shocked by this as she’d insisted at the start to be a part of his soldier of fortune rescuing idea.
“Oh wow, have I loved it!” She smiled. “The best adventures of my life…” she paused and gazed lovingly up at Noah. “…except for climbing a certain mountain.”
He glanced at her sweet expression then grinned and watched the road again.
“So, why do you wanna quit now?” Tanner asked.
“Well…” She sighed. “It just wouldn’t be safe.”
Both men again glanced at each other.
“Safe?” Tanner exclaimed as he laughed. “Since when did you care about that?”
“Since, well…”
“Come on, just spill it!” her brother yelled.
Her eyes got beady as she glared at her brother. “I’m not like you. All crass and just announcing shit with no—”
“What is it?” he cut her off in frustration.
“Okay, okay.” She laughed at his animated expression “I don’t think it will be safe for little Harris.”
Both men blinked.
Tanner started to laugh. “Talk about embarrassing. Little, eh, Harris? You think a man with your build would be—”
“Shut the hell up!” Noah laughed with him.
“Oh, no.” Ridge rolled her eyes. “You and your dirty mind, Walker. GEESH! I mean the baby.”
Both men froze.
Noah stared over at her.
“Harris, watch the road,” she yelled.
He gripped the wheel and pulled over. Turning in his seat, he grabbed her face. “You’re going to have…”
Nodding, she smiled. “We are going to have.”
“Dammit!” Tanner yelled. “An uncle?” He gasped like this was all about him.
Noah looked into those baby blue eyes of hers. “A family?”
Nodding, she kissed his lips gently and said, “Your family, Noah. You
rs.”
Hauling her into his lap, he kissed her deeply.
“Come on, not here!” Tanner sighed as he got out. “I’ll drive, since you are both fucking crazy!”
The couple moved over in the seat but they didn’t release each other. Noah held her tight and kissed the top of her head. “I can’t believe it. But Ridge sweetie. We cannot name it Harris, really.”
“Why not?”
“Sweetness. seriously?”
She pouted. “Well, not if it’s a girl. But I am sticking with Harris Henry Spencer.”
Tanner beamed at his middle name fitting in there as he drove.
“Okay, well let’s go home, then,” Noah said his voice choked up.
“Listen,” Tanner spoke up. “I know I’m just an uncle here, but you can’t raise the kid in the jungle.”
“I don’t intend to,” Noah replied. “I meant let’s go home to the mountain.”
Looking excited, Ridge hugged him around the waist. “I can’t wait.”
Holding her tightly to him, Noah felt whole, complete. Real finally—and no longer a ghost.
Read on for a sneak peek at the next book in the Bad Boy Navy Seal series called…
Protected
A Navy Seal Bad Boy Romance #2
J.L Beck
Walker Page hated to do it, but he had decided to hang up his helmet for a while. He was an uncle now and besides, he was burned out with piece work. What had burned him was that stint in the Middle East, where he was held captive for a month or more. With his team mate Harris, he’d made light of it. But light it hadn’t been.
Days of beatings, no food. Light depravation. Long days that bled into more days, till he had no idea how long it had been. One thing saved his sanity. A face. A beautiful, mesmerizing face. A set of dark eyes that he’d felt had looked into his soul. He thought of her lips, her kisses, her body, her laugh at the worst points of his captivity. The memory of her had literally kept him alive.
Now, he did nothing but hunt for her. He only knew her first name and even that was suspect. They’d met in a resort, just before he was last deployed on that last fateful mission.
Walker closed his eyes and remembered that red bikini….