Fredo's Dream: SEAL Brotherhood: Fredo

by Sharon Hamilton

  He leaned forward, kissing her hard, tasting the sweetness of her sex. He sucked her lips, pulling them inside, exploring her tongue and mouth with his, inhaling and feeding off her. Their hot connection made him growl. She was made for him, created just for the love he had to share with her. Her lower back was arched like a bow, and he pressed his chest against her, feeling her lovely breasts and then pushing himself inside her opening slowly.

  He watched her eyes as he entered her. He loved seeing the surprise there first, then the little wrinkle between her brows as she pulled him in, as her expression moved from need to satisfaction and back to more need. Satisfying her need was what spurred him on as nothing in the world could do.

  He let go of her wrists and bent his knees farther, pulling her lower torso up onto his groin and, holding her hips, he ground into her, angling his body in a salsa of fluid stokes that quickly brought her to the brink of orgasm. Her hands flew along the coverlet, clutching sheets and pillows wherever she could find purchase.

  He stopped temporarily, gave her a chance to catch her breath. Smiling down on her lovely body, now beginning to glisten with sweat, he waited for her to open her eyes and come back to him as he slowed his movements. Their connection brought a smile to him, and matched hers.

  As she became more present, he pumped her again, holding her gaze as her breasts vibrated with his thrusts, watching her melt and bite her lip as her body began to burn. Each thrust penetrated deeper. He felt himself get huge, swelling and filling to stretch her delicate channel. Her internal muscles began to milk him. Sweat broke out on her upper lip and forehead as she shuddered beneath him, arched and writhed beneath, joined and pinned together. She took in one big breath, then held it as her muscles seized him. Slowly, she released, loosely letting out air, only to inhale again, to pull him back inside, squeezing him up and into her inner depths.

  He felt her vibrations begin to ripple all over her body as her beautiful orgasm took her away, and he was right there alongside her. Beautiful Mia, the woman who belonged to him, the mother of his children, the only place in the world where he felt safe.

  He spent everything he had, holding himself against the smooth ridge of her cervix, friction tugging at her nub and making it stiffen into a little peak. So as the last of him came, he held her close, kissing her ear. Whispering his love poems in Spanish, little things he thought about when he was away from her.

  Being home was better than he’d expected. Gone was any feeling of worry about the upcoming pregnancy. Whatever lay in the future, it wasn’t nearly as important as the way their bodies fit together at this moment in time. The perfect living puzzle of parts that mated in every sense of the word, both physical and spiritual.

  The world was perfect in her arms. Somehow it would all work out.

  “SHOULD WE GET Ricardo?” he asked.

  “You want to, my lover?” Two hours had passed and they’d been watching TV in bed, naked, hungry, but readying themselves for a third lovemaking round. Her fingers were tenderly stroking his shaft up and down, squeezing his balls and watching him enjoy it, hardness taking shape in her delicate palm. She always enjoyed teasing him with that coy smile, making him want to get harder still.

  “You arranged for him to stay there perhaps overnight with Felicia and Gus?”

  She nodded, dipping her head low to lick a thin trail up the underside of his dick and then finally twirl her tongue around his head. He loved seeing her smile at him with her mouth full. With her expert tongue massaging his shaft and her sucking motions, he was worked up to tank full and ready to ride her all night long if she wanted.

  “Let’s keep our tonight just the two of us,” he said. Fredo was going to say something else about maybe in the morning they could talk, but he couldn’t focus. She had him deep down her throat. He doubted he would be able to repeat all of the six proper names his mother had given him. They deserved this night together, and then tomorrow they’d solve whatever was left to work out.

  Somehow, they’d do that.

  He was to the point of coming in her mouth, and she let him know that’s what she wanted, not pausing for permission to swallow his seed. He focused just enough to hold her arms and draw her up and over him, her thighs hugging his. She rose above him, her breasts hanging in front of him to enjoy. She slipped her legs beneath him, angled and then found his cock, setting herself back down with him fully inside her.

  “This is what you want, my Fredo?”

  “Yes.” He had nowhere else in the world he wanted to be.

  “And you like this?” she said as she held her breasts together.

  “Yes,” he said as he watched her massage herself, then pull her brown nipples forward into knots of tasty pleasure.

  “And you love this?” She asked as she undulated on top of him, her muscles pulling him up and to his hilt, rocking her hips back and forth so he could feel everything inside her, while squeezing and letting loose with her thighs.

  “Ah, Mia. You are too much for me.”

  “I like you deep, Fredo.” Her stern gaze told him how much she needed him. She lifted her hair atop her head, one hand still squeezing her breasts, pinching them together as she began to bounce on top of him, then slowed to travel up and down his shaft, shuddering with every stroke down against him, her opening devouring him completely.

  His hands smoothed over the warm flesh of her butt cheeks, then fingers trailed across her thigh to the place between her legs. His thumb found her nub, and he encircled it, halfway sitting up to apply more pressure. She gasped and began bouncing against his thumb, matching his every ministration with her own.

  She rocked forward placing her forearms at the sides of his head, as he arched up into her, letting her feel the length of his stroke and the size of his cock. In long smooth strokes he let her build her passion. Her eyes closed, her lips in that perfect “O” of surrender. He stroked deep and held her hips in place. The little spasms inside set him off and he came, releasing everything he had.

  She exhaled, releasing him and then drawing him in again as he finished.

  “Mia, the baby?”

  “Will be fine. I hope it’s a little girl, Fredo. I want your daughter. She’ll have a unibrow like Frida.” She looked back down at him as her head angled, teasing him.

  He chuckled. He could see it all now. One thing that hadn’t been in his dream: all the toddlers didn’t have unibrows.

  THEY SHOWERED, WHICH turned into another wonderful sexual encounter. He had missed the closeness to her he normally felt, the familiarity of her scent, the delicate way she did things, loved him back. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  He was planning to have that talk later on, the talk he’d practiced in his mind for days. Then he was going to discuss what he could about the mission to North Africa and the Canaries. He thought perhaps it was time, with everything going on all over the world, that the women be reminded of the dangers that lurked just outside the perimeter of their seemingly normal worlds.

  He took her for dinner to the Rusty Scupper, where he’d hoped he could have a nice, leisurely conversation, but several other SEAL families were there. Danny, Luci and their two children, Griffin and the little Iraqi boy Danny had brought back, Ali, sat down next to them. Fredo and Danny pulled their tables together.

  “How was your trip up north?” Danny asked.

  “Good. Coop was in a good mood,” Fredo answered. He neglected to tell Danny the reason for the trip was his own nasty mood. He watched as the two children wiggled their way out of their seats and Luci got up to chase them. He noticed she was pregnant again, a small bulging belly barely visible.

  “You Dine motherfucker. Got her knocked up again?”

  “I can’t help it, man,” Danny said. “We were going to wait, but it just happened. So happy this time I get to be here for her during part of it at least.” Danny watched Luci bend over, and he shook his head.

  “See that?” Fredo smirked. He covered Mia’s ears. “You gotta sto
p looking at that or seriously, you’ll have ten kids.”

  “You know it.” Danny grinned and took another sip of beer. Mia took Fredo’s hands and placed them on her chest and wiggled her eyebrows at Danny, who nearly spit out his beer.

  “You guys kill me. Luci would never do that,” the Navajo SEAL said.

  “Maybe she should?” Mia answered, winking back at him.

  Danny shook his head and took a long pull on his beer.

  Fredo removed his hands, respectfully, and threw his arm around her shoulder. “We’ve been just getting reacquainted.”

  “That’s the best part.” He turned to watch Luci chasing little Griffin while Ali ran behind.

  “It’s been a wonderful few hours, and I’ve got plans,” Mia answered, giving Fredo a kiss.

  Danny didn’t stare too much, which Fredo appreciated, but the admiration in his eyes was something he could handle. “We got it bad, Fredo. We’re staked, drawn out, and tied to it. Just like they used to do with errant husbands. They’d take them, stake them to the desert floor and make all the old and uglies in the tribe ride his cock as punishment.”

  “Holy crap. That almost sounds like some of the stuff we’ve seen overseas.”

  “Not quite, but I guess the thought of having to screw old dried up hags was so awful, if they strayed, it was usually outside the res where they wouldn’t get caught. But the hags loved it.”

  “You guys are savages.” Fredo shook his head.

  “I think that’s terrible,” added Mia.

  “Absolutely, and proud of it.” Danny said with a wink.

  A loud wail began, unmistakably belonging to Griffin.

  Luci returned to the table, holding the crying Griffin. She threw the blue sling shot down on the table. “I said he couldn’t bring it to dinner, Danny. You have to stop him from doing that.”

  “Ali?” Danny saw him hiding behind Luci’s back, his head hung in shame.

  Luci’s lips kissed a tiny cut on Griffin’s forehead. Some red sticky substance adhered stubbornly all around the cut. Luci took a napkin, dabbed it in their icewater, and rubbed away the gunk.

  “Is that what I think it is?” Mia said. Luci nodded.

  Danny was still trying to catch Ali, reaching behind Luci’s back. Finally he got an arm and quickly hoisted the boy to his lap.

  “Ali, never. You’re supposed to be nice to your little brother.”

  Ali collapsed crying into Danny’s chest.

  Fredo didn’t know what had just occurred. He examined the slingshot, picking it up delicately. “This the one you made for him over there?”

  Danny nodded, holding Ali to his chest and rocking slightly.

  “What’d he do?”

  Griffin leaned forward and shouted in his three year old voice, “Ali, you dirty rotten axel!”

  “Griffin!” Luci scolded. “You stop that right now.”

  Fredo burst out laughing and then covered his mouth. It wasn’t lost on Griffin, who grinned.

  “Sorry. I’m so sorry, guys.” Fredo continued, “I can’t believe I just witnessed that.”

  “Well,” started Mia, “at least he hit Griffin with a jelly container and not a spoon or fork. Looks to me like Griffin was lucky.”

  “Glad he didn’t bring his marbles,” whispered Danny. “You should see what a shot he is. And one of those could take out an eye.”

  Griffin wanted to go sit on Fredo’s lap, so Luci let him. His dark Dine eyes with his straight eyelashes looked admiringly up to Fredo. No one would ever mistake his lineage. With the precious cargo in his lap, Fredo put his hand on Mia’s shoulder. “Should we tell them our news?”

  Mia leaned into Fredo, then scooted her butt next to him on the bench seat.

  “Yes, we’re pregnant. I go next week to the doctor to find out exactly when, but we’re definitely pregnant.”

  Luci ran around the table to give Mia a hug. “I’m ecstatic for you guys. How exciting. Little Ricardo will have a brother or sister. Isn’t that great, Ali?”

  “No girls. He should have a brother. Girls are not good.”

  The hush that fell over the table was heavy as all of the adults knew that though they’d gotten Ali at four years of age, certain patterns had been imprinted on him, even by a loving father who sacrificed his life for his boy. The message about women’s roles in Iraqi society had already found its way into the boy’s thinking.

  “No, Ali,” Danny said gently. “Girls are good. Girls are just like us, except better.” He smiled to the ladies. “You’ll see. In time, Ali, you’ll see.”

  Chapter 13

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  SAYID WAS FURIOUS with himself for not having had patience. He knew it was wrong to be alone with the wife of the warrior SEAL, but he couldn’t help himself. She was friendly, wore those impossible white shorts, was so utterly immodest, unlike the women he’d been introduced to from his home country. He couldn’t stay away. He couldn’t stop staring at her chest. He couldn’t help fantasizing about what it would feel like to take her. Even with his limited knowledge of women, he knew it would be thrilling.

  The United States had been the only country he’d known, but as he dug into the roots of his faith, he requested and received the gift of a trip back to Syria where his parents had emigrated from. That’s when he saw how they had become infected with the pox that was Western Civilization and in particular, the evil empire of the United States. How they had been seduced by secular things: money, power, ownership of things they had no business owning, and lack of will to raise their children in the Way of the Prophet. It was there he was introduced to proper women who would make proper wives when the time came.

  He found Western women attractive, and it was explained that his body had been created that way to ensure there would be children. But that was a base and bodily function of his human birth, and not a higher calling. The way this woman flaunted her body around—tempting him, making him hard, and having the nerve to walk so close, speak so softly, and show her parts—made it difficult to stay away. He found her mesmerizing. But now he’d spoiled the element of surprise. And he should not have attempted to be around her until he was sure the warrior wouldn’t come home.

  He’d been back to Syria once in high school with the uncle of his father as his companion. The man was a power broker and paraded him in front of wealthy families who wanted daughters married to an American citizen and would pay large sums of money to him for arranging such a marriage.

  But then he stumbled upon teachings at another worship center. It didn’t take long before he understood his father’s uncle had been seduced by the great Satan and could not be trusted.

  His relative was furious when he refused to accept one of the several marriage proposals and wanted to return home to California. There, he followed his teacher through the internet, and his real studies began. They finally arranged another trip, carefully crafted as to be hidden from his family and friends.

  He traveled through Turkey, telling his parents and school that it was a cultural visit to Italy since he had been interested in Italian architecture and gardens. He’d even been given passage on a large cruise ship during the summer, working as a cook’s helper to the cousin of his father. That’s when he decided to abandon ship and take the call when it was given, traveling the path to find the camps who would train him. He met with the teacher he’d studied under online in the US, and the whole world opened before him.

  They arranged a sexual encounter with a Christian prisoner who had been recruited to be a bride to a fighter and then had changed her mind. She was paying for her treason, for her coldness of heart. She didn’t deserve and would never receive mercy, but instead would live to receive the consequences of her defiance until it was beaten, fucked out of her. His teacher told him what that word was and how to use it.

  His teacher showed him how to penetrate and to force himself on this woman. He watched as it was demonstrated. He felt the woman’s fear, felt it all the way to his heart through her
blue eyes that stared at him in shock, and it spurred him on. He found that he could rape when it was his turn. His teacher was pleased he didn’t shrivel and was immune to the woman’s screams.

  He returned home this time a different person. The quiet transformation was boiling deep inside him, and everything about living in California only added to his fervor. His parents didn’t suspect this change at all.

  Being a devout student, he did what he was ordered to, and enrolled in college, near the forces stationed at Coronado, where some of the elite teams were sent. He watched them on the beach, studying how they trained, how they ran. He was told he’d be allowed to kill one some day. He watched the way women looked at them, the way they got drunk and abused themselves with women who shunned him. With hatred, he followed them sometimes, learning how to do so undetected. He practiced and studied little teachings on all the arts he’d need as a future warrior for The Path. The internet was his guide.

  Sayid became obsessed with making bombs. Instructions and resources were sent his way. The craft was so easy, and he took to it quickly. He became noticed.

  He knew when they selected the right bride for him, she would come as a chaste woman, and she would not scream or squirm beneath him. No man would have touched her, lifted her clothes and taken her virginity. She would belong to him and him alone.

  She would not have to be bound, unless he wished it so. It was explained she would arouse in him the world of the virgins. And if it was necessary, he would martyr himself, even martyr his seed if it was required. All was possible through The Path. He would face death and would not flinch, would not shrivel in the face of his responsibility.