SEAL Dearest (Navy SEAL Brotherhood Romance Love Story)

by Ivy Jordan

  Xander’s tongue teased my flesh, flicking at my swollen pink nub, sliding between my tender folds, and pushing between his fingers into my cunt, lapping up my arousal with an eagerness that drove me wild.

  I shook with pleasure as my orgasm reached the edge, teetering only for a moment before ending in explosion.

  My eyes were closed, my lip bit into my mouth, but I could hear Xander fumbling for something, stretching to reach the small table by the couch. I opened my eyes once I heard the familiar sound of the foil wrapper, and I knew that he was ready to fuck me. I was ready, too.

  The condom rested in his hand as he stood to kick off his shoes and remove his pants. I watched as his hard cock unleashed, my mouth watering at the sight of the large member between his legs. He slid the condom on, slowly, skillfully, and was back on me, pinning me once again to the cushions beneath me.

  I fought back the urge to yell out that I loved him, biting my lip so hard I could taste the blood pumping inside.

  He shoved into me, hard and furious. “Oohhh,” my noises vibrated against the walls of the cabin as he thrust into me hard and deep.

  Xander’s eyes dug into me, filled with emotion, a mixture of good and bad. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but I yearned to be inside his mind, to know what it was he thought about me being here, about being here with me now.

  My pussy contracted around his cock, pulling him deeper into my body as he let out a deep growl. I dug my fingers into his back, pulling at the flesh as it flexed with tension and satisfaction.

  I let go, giving up on reading his mind. My body quivered around his manhood as it throbbed to release. Suddenly, warmth spilled into me, throbbing turned to calmness, and our bodies melted together in a satisfied exhaustion.

  Xander’s heart pounded hard against his chest, shaking my body beneath him. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, squeezing him into me as he struggled to catch his breath. I never wanted to let him go.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Xander

  God dammit! I pounced on her like that fuckin’ coyote pounced on me in the cold of the storm. What was I thinking?

  I’d dreamt about this moment all week, that chance at being with Bailey one more time. I wanted to take it slow, make love, taste every inch of her body. Instead, I jumped her, fucked her fast and furiously, and now my heart pounded at the thought of her leaving. This wasn’t what she came all the up the mountain for; she deserved more.

  I lifted from her, staring into her beautiful green eyes. I had so much I wanted to say, but I choked. I couldn’t even spit out an apology for the quick release, for my aggression and overly eager high school boyish behavior. I just rolled from her, leaving her on the couch alone, uncovered, and probably cold. I stared out the window, wondering if Liam would finally make it back up the mountain since the storm had calmed.

  I leaned down, scooping Bailey up into my arms, carrying her like a child to the bed. I placed her on the mattress gently, discarded the used condom that hung shamefully from my exhausted dick, and slid in beside her. She hadn’t spoken yet either, making me even more curious about her thoughts.

  I couldn’t imagine she’d want to stay after the rough and quick sex session. She would surely leave as soon as the weather broke and she’d regained the energy to make the trip. Fuck!

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice so soft and angelic it melted my soul.

  Her hand lifted to my shoulder, slowly stroking the spot where I’d been attacked.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

  Her eyes narrowed on mine, and she tilted her head.

  “Sorry, for what?” she questioned.

  “For everything. The way I let you leave, the way I just attacked you just now, the fact that I didn’t take my time, I so wanted to take my time, to savor every second,” I rambled.

  Bailey giggled.

  I stared into her eyes. They were filled with amusement.

  “I wanted to leap on you when I walked into the door, but I wasn’t sure you would be receptive,” she confessed with a smirk.

  “Shit, are you kiddin’ me?” I chuckled.

  She was worried that I wouldn’t want her?

  “I wasn’t sure what to expect when I made it here,” she said softly.

  “What did you want to happen when you got here?” I questioned.

  I slid my finger under the long hair that stuck to her cheek, carefully tucking it behind her ear. Her green eyes stared into mine, filled with something much deeper than what displayed as surface satisfaction.

  “I’m not sure,” she whispered.

  “I’m glad you’re here,” I exhaled, leaning down to kiss the freckles on her shoulder.

  “I’m glad I’m here, too,” she smiled.

  The last part of the sun peered out from the dark clouds. It was already going down and glaring in the front window.

  “You think Liam will make it back tonight?” she questioned.

  I worried about him being stuck in town, but I hoped he wouldn’t make it back. I wanted some alone time with Bailey.

  I shrugged and snuggled against her under the covers.

  “Oh,” she gasped, throwing the warm blankets away from our bodies.

  A cold chill ran down my spine, causing me to shiver as she leapt from the bed. Her petite frame, nude, glistening in the light of the fire and the burning sun was angelic.

  I watched as she pulled her sweat pants over her legs, and then the pink fleece over her head. It was disappointing to lose the beautiful view of her flesh, but her smile was a close second favorite image.

  “I brought you something. Are you hungry?” she asked, digging in the large backpack she carried up the mountain.

  I looked towards the coffee table, where my sandwich still sat untouched. I was hungry, starving actually. I got up, slid on my pants, and moved to the couch where I could watch while she hunted in her deep bag.

  She pulled out a plastic container with a red lid, and her smile widened as she made a sweet growl.

  “I’m gonna heat this up. You’ll love it,” she buzzed, rushing towards the kitchen.

  The feeling inside my heart was indescribable. My lips curled into a smile, and my heart raced as I watched her stretching to reach the pan from the top cabinet.

  I walked towards her, chuckling as I leaned in from behind her and grabbed the pan.

  “Thanks,” she said sweetly, offering a quick kiss to my cheek.

  She was busy, on a mission, and I loved her enthusiasm, her excitement. The contents from the plastic container were dumped into the pan, and she quickly ushered it towards the fire.

  I took it from her, lifting it to the hook above the flame. It was obviously clam chowder from the looks and the aroma. My stomach grumbled at the thought of tasting it on my tongue.

  “This is three pounds of chowder. You carried this all the way up here for me?” I gushed.

  She nodded.

  “Did you make this?” I asked eagerly.

  “No, Lila did,” she responded.

  I still didn’t know who Lila was, but I didn’t ask. I just watched Bailey as she carefully stirred the contents of the pot, making sweet growls as she lifted the spoon to her lips to taste test the chowder.

  Finally, it was warmed to her satisfaction, and she lifted it from the hook. I carried it into the kitchen where she quickly grabbed a couple bowls from the shelf and a ladle to pour. Her bowl was just a small scoop, but she added three large scoops to mine.

  “Save some for yourself,” I pleaded.

  “Oh, trust me, I had plenty already. I’m saving some for Liam,” she grinned.

  It was comforting to see her thoughtfulness, especially for Liam. I assumed the drive to town had them make-up and maybe she was grateful for his help in getting her out of her once she was home.

  We moved to the couch. Bailey grabbed a large throw and tossed it over our legs, and then leaned back, cupping her bowl as if it were filled with gold.

  He
r eyes were eagerly watching me as I lifted the spoon for my first bite. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her anxiousness.

  “It’s that good, huh?” I laughed.

  She nodded, smiling from ear to ear.

  I slid the spoon into my mouth, tasting the chowder against my tongue. It was smooth, creamy, and had an amazing flavor. It was by far the best chowder I’d ever tasted. That was easy to say, since I hated clam chowder.

  “Do you love it?” she asked.

  “It’s great,” I admitted, swallowing the concoction much easier than expected.

  It was a large bowl, and I didn’t want to let her know I wasn’t that crazy about the stuff, so I scooped it in my mouth quickly to avoid any more questions.

  “I really am sorry about leaping on you so quickly,” I sighed, that nagging feeling of shame still looming over me like a black cloud.

  Bailey giggled sweetly, her eyes rolling as she looked towards me.

  “I told you, there’s nothing to be sorry about,” she insisted.

  “I’ve thought about what I would do to you if you came back, and that wasn’t it,” I confessed with a nervous chuckle.

  “Oh yeah, what would’ve you done?” she teased.

  My cheeks burnt as I struggled to find words to answer her question. In my mind, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, what I would’ve done, but voicing it out loud, in front of Bailey, that was tough.

  “Let’s just say, we’d still be in bed,” I grinned.

  Her eyes widened, satisfied with my response. I was relieved. I didn’t want to give my tongue the chance to screw things up by saying the wrong thing.

  “We’ve got plenty of time,” she sighed.

  My heart raced. She was staying?

  “I don’t have to be back to work for a couple weeks. They have an amazing sub filling in for me,” she added.

  A couple weeks. I could work with that. That was enough time to try and determine if there was a chance for us, and if we could make this strangely short-distanced relationship work.

  “I won’t waste another minute of our time together then, promise,” I vowed.

  “That made me want something sweet,” Bailey announced, turning to me with a hopeful smile.

  Sweet, what the hell do I have that’s sweet in this cabin?

  “I’m not sure what Liam’s brought here, but he’s bought the entire store each time’s he’s made a trip to town,” I smiled.

  I started to get up, but Bailey insisted that I stay put.

  “I’ll find us something,” she grinned.

  She tore that kitchen all to hell trying to find something to satisfy her sweet tooth. I called out to her a couple times, just to see if she wanted help, but she refused. Her determination was cute, and her relentlessness arousing as she opened every cabinet, every drawer, and even peeked in every cooler. I felt bad that she couldn’t find what she craved until she slung open the back door and let out a yelp.

  “Ice cream!” she blurted, holding up a paper carton over her head.

  “Where in the hell did you find ice cream?” I gasped, shocked that anything sweet would be stashed here, let alone ice cream.

  “I saw chocolate syrup in the cabinet, so I figured it was here somewhere,” she roared with pride.

  She made us each a bowl, pouring enough chocolate syrup over the top to drown it, and then put the ice cream back outside in the freezer chest by the door.

  Thank you, Liam.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Bailey

  Okay, so I may have been wrong about Liam. He brought ice cream to the cabin and chocolate syrup. He may actually be amazing. I stared out the window as the night started to fall, wondering if he would make it back up the mountain.

  “You think Liam’s okay?” I asked.

  Xander looked surprised by my concern, lifting one eyebrow and curling his lips into a crooked smile.

  “I’m sure he’s fine,” he assured me.

  The ice cream melted against my tongue, the syrup coating it with so much flavor it swelled with excitement. Xander laughed as I moaned with each bite.

  “You like that ice cream better than me?” he teased.

  “Hardly,” I rolled my eyes with a smile.

  I shivered as the cold cream slid down my throat. Xander pushed the large throw blanket over my legs, and I pulled it to my chest. Maybe ice cream wasn’t the best idea, but damn it was good.

  “You want to get a shower to warm up?” he asked.

  “If you’re getting one with me,” I flirted.

  He wasted no time in getting up, extending his hand to mine, and then pulling me from the couch to my feet.

  I loved feeling his strength; it made me feel warm and safe. I pushed into his arms, snuggling against his chest for warmth as he stroked my hair with the palm of his hand. His scent, that musky, masculine aroma that he put off, was creating tingles in my breasts as it wafted under my nose.

  “Is there hot water?” I asked, not sure if the water heater broke during the rough storm.

  He grinned, nodded, and then slid his hand in mine. He pulled away from me, tugging on my hand as he walked towards the bathroom where our first intimate encounter started.

  Inside, he lit a candle, even though the electricity was back on, and then slid the dimmer switch to a romantic glow. His chest was rippled with muscles, rolling like a washboard down his front. I reached out, letting my fingers slide across them like an instrument.

  He slid his pants off, unleashing his glorious cock to my eyes. It wasn’t hard, but still impressive, and it made my mouth water just to see it hanging from between his legs.

  Xander reached towards me, his cold fingers chilling my skin as he snuck under my shirt. He lifted the material slowly, stopping as it covered my head. His hands cupped my breasts, and without being able to see through the thick fleece that covered my eyes, I felt the sensation of his beard tickling my sensitive skin, and then warmth of his mouth consuming my left breast, and then my right.

  He pulled the shirt from my head, dropping it on the floor.

  He moved towards me, so close I could feel his heat. My body quivered as he gripped my pants at the waist, and then slowly slid them down my body. The cold chill of the room hardened my moist nipples, and my arousal became tacky against my skin as I stepped out of the pants.

  Xander knelt before me, carefully peeling one sock from my foot at a time. He slid up slowly, pressing his smooth, warm skin against mine as he leaned in to turn on the water.

  I watched as he let the streams from the shower fall onto his hand, testing it carefully as he adjusted the knobs.

  Steam started to roll through the small room as the water heated, and Xander stepped in first before reaching for my hand to guide me inside.

  The aches in my muscles melted with the hot water pushing down on them. Xander grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap and rolled it in his hand until the rag filled with suds.

  He moved me by the small of my waist, putting me closest to the water streams, and began washing my shoulders, my neck, and then down each arm. His touch was sensual, delicate, and drove me wild. The washcloth glided across my belly, around each breast, taking extra time to make sure they were squeaky clean. I giggled as he moved to my buttocks and then down my legs. The water rushed over his head, smashing his long hair into his back as he knelt down in front of me, washing my feet, and in between my toes. I was laughing, hard, from the tickling sensation of the cloth, but as he dragged it back up my body and in between my legs my laughter turned to deep moans.

  “We have to make sure this is really clean,” he teased, pulling the cloth between my folds, against my clit, and then back again.

  My fingers dug into his shoulders, helping to hold me up with weakened knees as he brought my arousal to the edge of explosion.

  The cloth dropped with a slapping thud against the bottom of the tub, and then Xander’s fingers pressed against my flesh without the interference of the material. He spread me open with
two fingers, and then slid his middle one inside my warm hole. I moaned out with pleasure, dug deeper into his flesh, and dropped my body onto him, sending his digit deep into my cunt.

  His motions were slow, rhythmed, and accurate. His finger curled inside of me, the tip aimed towards the inside of my body like a hook. He twitched, tickled, and then found the spot that made me cry out his name with a hoarse voice.

  The friction against the wall, right at my G-spot, sent warm arousal dripping down my legs and to the tub floor. I could barely stand; the quivering mess he’d made me with the powerful orgasm was pressed against him, breathing rapidly and unable to speak.

  He chuckled as I finally regained control, looking up at him with amazement filling my eyes. Holy shit!

  “That’s more like what I planned to do to you, if I’d ever seen you again,” he smirked.

  His hands reached for the shampoo bottle from the shelf, and squirted some onto his palm. I couldn’t do anything but hold onto him as he ran his fingers through my hair, massaging in the soap, and then wringing out the suds with fresh water.

  I gripped the clean washcloth that was hanging on the faucet, and picked up the soap. I lathered the rag until it was nice and sudsy, and then let the soap drop with a thud at our feet. Xander’s cock was already hard, tapping me on the hip as I spun him around into my spot under the water.

  My hands pulled the cloth across his body, using the same slow, rhythmic method he had to clean me. I knelt down in front of him as I ran the cloth down his legs, his cock staring me directly in the eye as I looked up. My mouth watered, wanting so bad to taste him, to suck him between my lips and make him cum. I leaned in, sucking on the head of his cock between my lips, and let my tongue flick at the small opening as I cupped his balls in the soapy cloth.

  He growled and groaned as I slid a bit further down his shaft, sucking in the warm flesh against my cheeks. My hand stroked his balls, massaging them slowly and carefully as I took more of him into my mouth.

  Xander was large, much larger than other men I’d known, not that there were many to brag about. My cheeks spread, my lips stretched, and I swallowed hard, just to get him half way into my warm mouth.