SEAL's Kiss: A Small Town Bad Boy Romance

by Vivian Wood

  “Come sit with me,” I say, beckoning as I slink over to the low leather couch and kneel at one end.

  Rex rips at his tie, yanking it off and tossing it aside as he enters the living room. He toes off his shoes as well, then settles next to me on the couch.

  “This is a nice surprise,” he admits, putting an arm around me and trailing a fingertip down my bare shoulder. “Any particular reason you’re tormenting me today?”

  I shiver and give him a wicked smile. He runs his fingertip under the thin strap on my shoulder, then tugs it down slowly, slowly.

  “Well, I thought things over…” I begin.

  He shifts and pulls me onto his lap, pressing his lips to my collarbone. I lose my thought and trail off, looking at him.

  When he glances up, his eyes are dark as the sea in a storm. “Don’t stop on my account,” he teases, the corners of his mouth tipping up in a way that makes me ache.

  I suck in a deep breath, trying to remember what I wanted to say.

  “This is nice,” he says, cupping one of my breasts. “Very practical for all my needs, I should say.”

  He runs the pad of his thumb over my nipple, hardening it instantly.

  “Mmm,” is my agreement.

  Rex shifts me again so that I’m straddling his lap on the couch. He runs two fingertips from the base of my throat down between my breasts, down and down until he presses his whole hand against my mons.

  “I do like this. You should wear this every day,” he says, his fingertips pressing inward until they brush my damp lower lips.

  “Rex!” I try to protest, but it comes out as a groan.

  “Let’s just…” he murmurs.

  His hands come back up to tease the strap off my other shoulder, and then he tugs the negligee down to bare my breasts.

  They’re full and aching, the lush peaks pebbled and sensitive.

  “Mmmm, Kitten. I swear, you have the finest tits I’ve ever seen,” Rex tells me, lifting both creamy mounds with his big hands.

  He’s got a light shadow of stubble on his chin after being gone all day. He brushes his chin over the very tip of my nipple, sending ripples of heat low into my body.

  “Mmm,” he says as he kisses my nipple. His tongue flicks out to tease me; he’s watching my face as he sucks my nipple in his mouth, drawing on me in long pulls.

  I groan and rock my hips against his, my fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt. When he releases me, I sigh with disappointment.

  “Now, now,” he says with a smirk. “I’m not done with you. Not nearly.”

  He lifts me up for a moment to shuck his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxer briefs and me in… well, half a negligee.

  The lingerie is already rucked up around my hips, basically just covering my belly now. Rex pulls it up over my head and tosses it aside.

  He thrusts up and pulls me down against him, so that my damp heat is cradling his fierce, thick erection, and we both groan.

  “That’s the ticket,” he says, biting his lip as he pushes my hair back over my shoulder. “I love the sounds you make, Kitten. The way you moan when I use my cock properly, especially when you’re about to come all over it.”

  I blush, but he rolls his hips against me again and I can’t help myself. I want him. I want him to fill me and stretch me, give me everything he’s got until my eyes roll back in my head with it.

  I realize I’ve closed my eyes and begun to rock against him. When I look down at him again, he looks… hungry.

  He pulls me down for a kiss, then surprises me by lifting me off his lap and settling me on the couch.

  “One second,” he says, getting up and jogging to his bedroom. When he returns with a gleaming foil packet, I’m bowled over.

  “A condom!” I say, a huge grin spreading over my face.

  For some reason, that’s the bit that gives me butterflies. He’s taking care of me, the way he’s supposed to.

  Rex gives me an odd look, but doesn’t pursue it. Instead he shoves his boxer briefs down, giving me a nice long look.

  “Go ahead then, look your fill, Kitten.”

  I snort. He takes his same spot on the couch and drags me back onto his lap. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest, hips to hips.

  I can feel his cock lying long and thick against my belly. Rex reaches between us and takes his cock in his hand, giving himself a long stroke, then brings my hand in to do the same.

  I caress him and explore him at once, my fingers curling around him, discovering the way his cock feels like silk stretched over steel.

  He closes his eyes, his breathing going harsh. I watch him as I try different strokes. Faster, slower, firmer. When he tenses and moans, I feel powerful.

  It’s over almost before it’s started, though.

  “Easy, Kitten,” he says, pulling my hands away. “I’m going to come in your hand if you don’t slow down.”

  I pout. “I wasn’t finished!”

  “Mmmm. Lucky for you, I think I have something even better,” he says.

  I arch a brow and smirk.

  “You really are quite cocky, aren’t you?” I ask.

  He growls and picks me up, carrying me toward the bedroom.

  “I liked the couch!” I protest, just to be difficult.

  “You’re going to like this better,” he promises me. Instead of throwing me on the bed, he carries me into the shower.

  “Hold this,” he says, handing me the condom. “You’re in charge of that.”

  He turns the hot water on, and it immediately begins steaming up his enormous stone-and-glass shower.

  “Shower sex?” I ask, wrinkling my nose.

  “I’ve never had you in a shower,” he says with a wink.

  He ushers me in, and I move under the heated water. There are multiple shower heads, and it seems like it’s raining down on us from every direction.

  Rex backs me up against the wall, kissing my shoulder, squeezing my breast.

  Then he drops to his knees before me, lifting my leg over his shoulder.

  “Rex!” I say, but he presses his lips straight to my clit in a gentle kiss. Then, “oh!”

  He hums against my sensitive flesh, devouring me in a thousand tiny kisses, his tongue swirling my clit in soft circles.

  Until I’m clutching his head, fingers buried in his hair, crying out again and again.

  The water rolls down my body, heating me unbearably and the stone wall is cold against my back.

  I know nothing but Rex, but the feel of his mouth against my most sensitive flesh.

  “Please, Rex! Please!”

  Begging him to complete me, begging him to make me come. I am heavy, and full, and aching with the need for more.

  But he just teases me, drawing me to the edge again and again, until I think I’m going to die of it.

  He pulls back.

  “You want to come?” he asks me.

  “Yes,” I utter, no shame left in me.

  “Good,” he says, standing and turning the water off. “Come get it, then.”

  He leaves me to follow him, openmouthed and gasping for breath. When I walk into the bedroom, he’s on his back on the bed. Cock in hand, watching my every move.

  Waiting for me.

  “Come on, Kitten,” he says. Teasing, provoking. “Come take what you want, darling.”

  I shiver as I climb onto the bed and crawl up to straddle him. I kiss him, but I can tell he’s focused on my hand curling around his cock.

  I produce the condom and he helps me roll it down his length, which I find very sexy.

  We kiss again, and I have this moment of pure excitement.

  This is it.

  “Yes, yes,” he urges as I position the thick head of his cock at my entrance.

  When I slowly press down, taking him deep into my slick heat, he groans.

  “Fuck, Kit,” he says, gripping my hips. “That’s it, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good.”

  Emboldened, I slowly begin to rock back and forth, sli
de up and down.

  Rex’s brow furrows, his body tense. Already, I can tell that he wants more, faster, but he’s holding himself in check.

  “Am I doing this right?” I ask, losing my nerve.

  Rex grabs my hips and keeps me moving in the same slow pace, looking up at me with a near predatory gleam in his eyes.

  “All I want in the world is to feel you when you make yourself come,” he whispers.

  Heat blooms low in my body again at that. My breasts tighten, my skin tingles.

  “That’s right, honey,” he says, rolling his hips with mine as I find a rhythm. “Make yourself feel good. Touch your clit, if you want.”

  I do want. I lick my fingertips and press them to my aching clit as I take Rex faster, harder, longer. He fills me so perfectly, and as I move over him I’m hitting all the right spots, all the places that ache so deeply.

  My fingers on my clit bring me closer, closer. I feel impossibly hot, impossibly tight. Rex is whispering all the right things, filthy things that make me feel wild.

  “Yes, yes,” he says, thrusting up into me.

  And then I roll over the peak. I slam into this wall and burst into flame, crying out and clawing at Rex’s chest as he grips my hips and fucks me while I come.

  I’m falling, falling, for the longest time.

  I open my eyes and gasp, realizing that I forgot to breathe for a second.

  Too soon, Rex is pulling out.

  But instead of collapsing beside me, he turns me onto my hands and knees. He hasn’t come, I realize. He was doing all of that for me.

  What he does for him, though…

  He spreads my knees, enters me from behind, and fucks me harder than anything I’ve ever felt. I’m wet and hot for him, so I can take anything he dishes out.

  Which is good, because he’s nothing short of brutal. His fingers dig into my hips as he plows into me, pressing my knees back together so that I’m almost too tight against him.

  There’s no dirty talk now, no funny thoughts in my head. There’s just me and Rex, his harsh breathing as he takes me in punishing strokes, fills me completely and utterly until there’s no room for anything else in my world.

  He presses my breasts down to the mattress, leaving my ass up in the air. The angle changes something for me, takes everything just a hair deeper.

  Soon each stroke is taking my breath away and making my mind go blank. Filling me with pleasure, while emptying my mind. My soul.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I’m screaming his name, gripping the sheets. I feel myself peak again, feel the hot gush as I come all over his cock, hard and pulsing.

  I’m too far gone to really know what’s happening in my body, drowning in sensation.

  But when Rex jerks and folds against my back, bellowing my name against my sweat-slick flesh, it’s a pure moment for me.

  Bliss.

  There are no other words for it, none that I know anyway.

  Rex and I crumple as one, melting onto the bed, unable to support ourselves for another second.

  We lie there, desperately trying to breathe, weakened by the sheer power and purity of what just passed between us.

  Two things occur to me, lying beside Rex in that moment.

  One, I’m not sorry that I did this.

  And two, I want more.

  I turn and press my lips to Rex’s and catch his expression. We don’t speak, but he nods to me.

  He feels it, too.

  This feeling, this incredible high, I want it again.

  And again, and again.

  I never want it to end…

  13

  Kit

  Fourteen missed calls from Mum.

  Interesting.

  Rex and I have been buried in each other for a week, barely surfacing to eat and shower.

  Well, the shower part is a little less odious, considering that we’ve been doing it together.

  I blush as I think about Rex pressing me against the glass shower wall, pushing me to my knees, demanding that I service the crown. He’s terrible, really.

  He’s all wrong for me, another scandal waiting to break and ruin me.

  And I can’t stop. He’s like a drug I can’t quit, don’t even want to try.

  Today, though, we’ll have to play normal. We’ve been summoned to the palace for formal tea, which means hours of smiling and answering questions.

  About my failed fashion career, about how I ran away to school in the States, about my disastrous relationship with Charles. On top of all that, I’ll be desperately trying not to look in Rex’s direction, because…

  I’m certain that everyone will look at us and just know.

  I straighten my navy Dior dress and touch up my makeup, then slip into my white heels. When I walk into the foyer, Rex is there waiting for me, leaning against the wall in his crisp charcoal suit. He’s the epitome of handsomeness, his golden hair swept off his forehead, those sapphire eyes pinning me, looking right through me.

  Just looking at him ruins me.

  “You look beautiful,” he says, and for some reason the way he says it makes my legs shaky.

  “Thanks,” I say, then force myself to change the topic… lest we end up tangled together and breathless, in short order. “Have you got missed calls from your father?”

  “A fucking ton,” he says, shrugging. “And his social secretary.”

  “Is there some news we’ve missed?” I say, glancing around the flat. “I feel like we would’ve heard.”

  Rex chuckles and reaches out, taking my hand and tugging me close. He leans down and kisses the corner of my mouth, neatly avoiding my lipstick.

  “The only thing I’ve heard all week is you screaming my name,” he says, a satisfied male smirk on his face.

  I roll my eyes and smack his arms, but he’s not totally wrong. We’ve both been so wrapped up in each other, ordering in for every meal…

  “I’ll check the news on my smart phone once we’re in the car,” I say.

  “Right, then. Ready to go make believe in front of all the royals?” he asks, giving my ass a light slap.

  “You have to promise to behave,” I say as we take the elevator down. Rex holds my hand, which feels… nice. Like he’s a real boyfriend or something, not this dirty secret I’ve been keeping.

  “Absolutely not,” is Rex’s immediate response. “What fun would that be?”

  “Rex…” I give him a hard look. “Be serious. You know that my reputation can’t take another blow. I’ve got two strikes already, for my father and for Charles.”

  “Neither of which were your doing,” he mutters.

  “No, but three strikes gets me sent away to America forever, I’m pretty sure.”

  He looks at me for a long second.

  “What?” I ask, my cheeks growing hot.

  “Maybe we should go voluntarily,” he says.

  “What? To the States?”

  “Yes. We could start over. We aren’t exactly famous there, you know,” he says, squeezing my hand.

  “You’re the only famous one,” I remind him. “And you’re talking crazy.”

  “Think about it, though.”

  I do, for a second. Me and Rex on the beach in California, splashing in the waves. Eating ice cream, kissing each other with sticky lips. Not hiding, mostly.

  “You’re in line for the throne,” I say at last. “It’s… not possible.”

  “I have money,” he says.

  I give him a startled look.

  “Who’s talking about money? That’s not the only thing that makes it impossible, and you know it. There’s no way the King is letting you run off to the States with your…” I stop, because there is no nice word for what I am to Rex right now. “With me, I mean. It’s a dream.”

  Rex is quiet, mulling that over. When we get to the car, he helps me in, then pulls through the basement level to the garage exit. When he hits the remote button to raise the garage door, nosing the car out into the street, we’re both
aghast.

  “Prince Magnum! Lady Katherine! Do you have a comment?”

  Reporters are lined up four and five people deep, immediately pressing in around the car. Screaming, shouting, thrusting microphones and cameras at us, banging on the hood of the car.

  “What the hell?” Rex utters. He throws the car into reverse, trying to back up into the garage, but there are already photogs behind us, stopping our progress.

  “Comment on what, exactly?” I ask, baffled.

  I fumble for my phone as Rex puts the car in drive and starts to edge through the throng of press.

  “Oh shit,” I say, staring down at my screen. All around us, the reporters are going absolutely nuts, howling their questions and tapping on the windows to get our attention.

  The first page of news articles is all about Mum and Prince Archie, including photos of Archie with a series of other women. And a photo of Mum trying to scratch Archie’s eyes out in front of a downtown hotel, if the picture tells the story accurately.

  “Lady Katherine! Any comment on the Countess’s current mental state?” one guy shouts.

  Attacking our cheating boyfriends must run in the family…

  I start to laugh.

  “Well, what is it?” Rex asks, cringing as he continues to push the car through the crowd. “We’re nearly free now.”

  “Your father cheated on Mum. A lot. And she caught him, obviously…” I say, giggling and scrolling through dozens of articles and photos. “Oh, shit. I can’t believe it. They got photos of her trying to punch him in front of the Hotel del Mar.”

  “When did this happen?” he asks.

  “Umm… it broke four days ago,” I say, laughter bubbling up harder. “We were too busy to notice.”

  “This is… bad. Good for us, maybe, but really really bad for the royal family,” Rex says.

  Finally we’re past the crowd and Rex guns the engine as he heads for the palace.

  “No fucking wonder we’ve been summoned. This is absolute chaos.”

  “Oh god,” I say. “Charles’s threat to expose me just became a lot more real. If he tries to sell my story now, he’d get more than I could ever hope to pay him.”

  Rex grimaces. “You probably should have let me get the Queen’s guard to kill him.”