by Leslie North
Owned By The Navy Seal Series
Book 1
Owned by The Navy Seal
Book 2
Taken by The Navy Seal
Book 3
Rescued by The Navy Seal
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 1
Jared set Rita down in his bathroom. Touching her face, gently and wiping a stray tear, he smiled at her.
“Don’t move.”
As Rita waited, Jared turned on the hot water and began filling the tub. Grabbing bath salts and some scented oil, he set it by the tub and turned back to Rita. Taking her by the hand, he pulled her toward the center of the room. Kneeling in front of her, he untied her boots and removed both, followed quickly by her socks. Tapping her left leg, Rita bent her knee as Jared put her foot on his shoulder. Slowly inspecting her foot and leg, Jared checked for any injuries. Rubbing the palm of his hand up her leg, he wrapped his hand around her calf as he squeezed gently and pressed light kisses to the inside of her knee. Sliding both hands up her leg, he rubbed her thigh before setting her foot back down. Tapping her right leg, he repeated his inspection as Rita groaned.
“Jared, I’m not injured, this isn’t necessary,” said Rita breathlessly. “But that tub looks inviting.”
Kissing the inside of her right knee, Jared looked up at her. “I’ll be the judge of that.” Putting her foot back on the floor, he rose slowly. Leaning across her, he adjusted the water flow as he poured the salts and lavender oil in the tub. Turning back toward Rita, he reached for the belt on her shorts. Freeing the clasp, he tugged the zipper down and dropped her shorts to the floor. Bending, he kissed her stomach as his hands made lazy circles around her hips. Pulling her closer, Jared continued to kiss her as he slowly kneaded her ass. Cupping her cheeks, he inhaled her scent. The steamy mix of lavender with her arousal was turning him on.
Taking a deep breath, he pressed more kisses to her body as he rose in front of her. Reaching for the hem of her shirt, he quickly pulled it over her head before reaching for the front clasp on her bra. A quick tug and her bra followed her shirt to the floor. Stepping forward, he grabbed her hips and pulled her against him. Watching her eyes, he slowly slid his hands up the sides of her body and around her back. Touching her everywhere, he inspected her. As his hands swept around to her front, he firmly cupped her breasts as he absently rubbed her aureoles and flicked at her nipples. At her sudden breath, he watched as her eyes clouded over.
He had been panicked when he saw her with Tucker. While he couldn’t see the man’s face, he’d heard enough about him to know to be wary. When he had been able to get close enough to see and hear what was going on, it was all he could do to keep from leaping in there, guns blazing. Granted, he would have wasted precious time running back to his truck for his sidearm. He was now giving serious thought to a conceal permit so he could carry it with him. Shaking out of his reverie, Jared looked at Rita. Her pupils had grown quite large in the dimmed light. Smiling tentatively at him, Rita reached for the buttons on his shirt. As he continued to touch her, Rita fumbled with the buttons. Giving up, she tugged on his shirt as the buttons pulled loose. Reaching for his belt buckle, she unhooked it before tucking it in the front pocket of his jeans. As Jared cupped her face, Rita paused to smile at him. Her eyes still glistened and in that moment, Jared knew that he wanted to wipe those fears from her memory.
Scooping her up, he placed her in the tub. Stepping back, he finished stripping off his clothes before climbing in behind her. Reaching for a washcloth, he grabbed the soap and began to wash her slowly, determined to remove the day’s filth from her. Leaning against his chest, Rita nestled her head against his shoulder as Jared washed the day’s events from her.
Pushing her forward, Jared made quick work of her back and arms before pulling her back against him. Grabbing her hands, he kissed both her arms before he pulled them over her head and around his neck. Kissing her shoulder, he began washing her chest. With each swipe around a breast, Rita would gasp. Reaching for a second towel, Jared began a rhythmic pattern as he washed her front. As he cupped both breasts with the towels, he twisted them lightly. The textured sensation against her fevered skin had Rita arching against him. Jared pulled her back against him. The effects of her movements were taking its toll on him, as his arousal pushed against her back. Rubbing harder, Jared’s hands slowly swept down her body. Pausing to add more soap, he pushed Rita’s legs farther apart as he swept the washcloths around her hips and over her thighs. Sliding both hands slowly back up the inside of her thighs, Rita gasped as she arched, meeting his hands. Sliding his left arm around her waist, Jared pinned her tightly against him as his right hand cupped her mound. The rough texture of the towel coupled with the gentle bubbles as he moved in the water had Rita tossing her head against his shoulder. Moaning, she tried to lift her hips, but he held her tight.
Sliding a finger between her folds, he continued to massage her with the towel as his finger began a slow push. In and out. Moaning, Rita tried to push down against his hand, but he held her firmly in place. Moving his left hand to put pressure against her lower abdomen, Jared lifted her slightly as he continued to pump in and out.
Rubbing his cheek against the side of her head, Jared nipped at her ear before murmuring, “We’ll go slowly but I want you to let it out. All of it. Don’t hold back.”
Nodding mutely in assent, Rita shuddered slightly as she surrendered to the growing sensations. When Tucker had her and Casey cornered this afternoon, the only person she could think about was Jared. She had spent so much time trying to shut her past down that she realized she was missing out on a future. A future that she wanted to spend with Jared and she was terrified that she wouldn’t have the chance to tell him. When Jared rescued her this afternoon, she knew that she loved him. He was solid and dependable and enjoyed spending time with him. Yes, the sex was wonderful. Exciting. But it was those empty spaces, when they weren’t doing anything that she relished. There was no awkwardness during those times.
It just felt right.
Of course, it helped that Casey adored him. While she wasn’t always the best judge of character, from a human standpoint, her shift in demeanor when they were driving down his street was obvious, as she would come to attention. The yips and barks as her excitement grew was infectious and Rita enjoyed egging her on as they got closer. When they would arrive at his house and Rita opened the car door, Casey would bound out, running straight for Jared who would open his arms to pet and play with her. As Rita would walk toward them, Casey would happily run around him, bumping his legs.
Rita felt light kisses down her cheek. She hadn’t realized that she started crying until she felt Jared’s lips kissing her where her tears fell. Soon, two fingers joined the first as Jared continued to plunge his fingers slowly in and out. Spreading his hand, Jared twisted his fingers lightly touching her g-spot as his thumb massaged her clit. As he pushed harder against her abdomen, Rita could feel the pressure building. Moving his head, Jared suckled Rita’s neck as small fireworks began going off around her. Pushing against him, the orgasm came upon her and rolled slowly through as Jared continued his rhythmic pumping, drawing the pains of the day, the pains of her past, from her. As Rita’s orgasm diminished, Jared didn’t stop, but continued to pump in and out. Reaching over with his left hand, he soaped his fingers before drawing them into the water. Pressing one finger lightly against her bud, he mimicked the same motion against her anus. Lightly. Consistently. New electric shocks began to pop around her. As Jared continu
ed, he added a bit more pressure as he pushed against her back entrance. Moaning, Rita pushed against his hand as his finger popped through the ring. Rita trembled as she felt another orgasm building. Speeding up, Jared continued to plunge his fingers in and out, as Rita rocked against him. Moaning, Rita held her hands in tight fists as she shook against him.
“You’re holding back. Don’t hold it in,” whispered Jared against her head.
Rita pushed down harder as Jared deepened his actions. As the fingers on his right hand twisted, deep inside her, the middle finger on his left continued to pump in and out of her ass. His fingers rubbed against each other through the skin that separated her vagina from her rectum and the sensation pushed Rita over the edge. With a sob, Rita arched against his chest. Holding his fingers, deep inside her, he held on as another orgasm washed through her carrying all the pent up emotions from the day. Sobbing, Rita continued to ride out the orgasm as Jared drew all the angst and anger from the day out of her. As Rita sagged against him, he pulled his fingers slowly out. Reaching out with his foot, he flipped on the hot water tap as hot water warmed the now tepid bath. Grabbing a washcloth, Jared continued to bathe her as Rita cried. Turning the water off, he turned her over so she half lay on his chest and hugged her tightly to him.
Clutching him closely, Rita kissed his chest. “I love you,” Rita managed to blurt out in a rush.
Stilling beneath her, Jared grabbed her chin and turned her head to look at him. “What did you say?”
Smiling tentatively, “I said, I love you.”
Lifting her off his chest, Jared stood as a wave of water swept out of the tub. Stepping out, he quickly pulled Rita to her feet and scooped her back up. Turning swiftly, he strode out of the room as he carried Rita to his bed.
Tossing her onto the bed, Rita squealed, “Jared, the bed, it will be soaked.”
“Don’t care,” Jared responded as he followed her down. Kissing her all over, he hovered over her. “Say it again.”
Cupping his cheeks, Rita smiled up at him. “I love you, you big oaf.”
As Jared brushed her wet hair from her face, he smiled down at her. “I love you too, Rita. I have for a while now.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
Sighing, Jared replied, “Because of our pasts. Yours had you running scared from me and mine…well, there are aspects of my life that I simply can’t talk about.”
Frowning up at him, “You mean won’t.”
“No, I mean can’t. For security reasons. There are things in my past…in the military. My exes didn’t understand. They thought I was holding back and I was, but not for the reasons they thought. I had taken an oath. One I won’t break.” As Jared started to pull away, Rita followed him over kissing his face.
“Jared, I understand. I really do. I don’t like lies. You know that. If there’s something you can’t tell me, simply say so, but please don’t make anything up.” As Jared nodded his head, he suddenly found himself unable to speak. Bumping her head against his chest, Rita rose up. “Now, if I was someone who kept count, which I’m not,” she said with a grin, “I would say that you have some catching up to do.” As Rita leaned down to kiss him, she reached out to cup his balls as she rolled them around in her hand, she couldn’t resist a chuckle at his sudden intake of breath. Rubbing the top of her head, Jared lightly pushed against it as he encouraged her to keep going.
“Well, then, maybe you better get me caught up.”
Chapter 2
Jared found himself smiling.
Again.
Wet weather had any construction on hold and Casey was going stir crazy stuck in the house. Rita was keeping her entertained with a game of find the squeaky toy and her laughter was making his chest ache. He never thought he could feel this way about another woman again. Rita had been offered a promotion with the nonprofit she loved working for so much and they had been discussing a change of address. Well, a second change of address, for Rita and Casey.
It had taken several months, but Jared had managed to talk her in to moving in with him and they grew closer every day. While Jared liked the layout of his home, it came with a long ex-marital history and he wanted to create a home with Rita that didn’t come with any emotional baggage. This promotion was perfect timing and it would take Rita and Casey several hundred miles away from her ex-husband. After his arrest, in lieu of serving time, Tucker was compelled to attend court-ordered psychiatric sessions and he had to wear an ankle cuff. A permanent restraining order prevented him from coming within 100 yards of Rita, but that didn’t stop the occasional online contact. While Rita would shrug it off, Jared remained worried. He would have liked her to stop all online social contact, but he knew that it wasn’t fair to her to make that sort of demand. She enjoyed staying in touch with old friends and family. She did cut back on some of her activities by limiting which social media sites she used and tightened up her privacy settings, but sometimes pictures or comments would leak through and Tucker would surface.
Jared heard his phone beep. Looking down, he saw a message from a private caller waiting for him. Curious, he checked. It was one word. “Outside.” Standing, he slipped on his shoes and headed for the door calling out to Rita as he left that he would be right back. Stepping out the front door, he looked around as he walked to the end of his driveway. Across the street, a male figure was leaning against a car. Jogging across the street, Jared walked down the sidewalk toward the car as the man walked around to the other side. The man walked with a slight limp. Looking down, Jared saw that he wore a prosthetic device in lieu of a left foot. Tilting his head at a fellow Seal, he looked at his old friend.
“Davis. What brings you out this way,” questioned Jared.
“Bad news.” Nodding his head, Jared asked him if he wanted to come inside, but Gavin Davis declined. “Let’s head into the park.”
Falling in step, the two men walked across the grass. As they walked, Jared surveyed his friend. It was hard to believe that Davis had been out of the military for 15 years. He looked to be as healthy and as young as he did when the two became Navy Seals. If it wasn’t for the chemical fire that took the lower part of his left leg and foot, Davis was as fit as ever. Those five remaining years Jared spent as a Seal were difficult. Davis was always able to predict the best course of action and had an uncanny ability to predict enemy movements. Something that continually set off red flags with his superiors. While he wasn’t the best at verbal communication, he kept the team safe and on target. It was Jared’s job to mediate when his friend would push things too far and together; their mission plans were well thought out, successful and limited casualties. That was until Davis’ last couple of years before the accident. Suddenly, his game was off and casualties were cropping up. What was once a well-oiled team was slowly whittling away as members were injured or killed. A mission to extract a potential informant resulted in three dead, including the informant.
The accident that ended Davis’ career was unfortunately well timed. There had been discussion of bringing him up on charges, but when a chemical fire broke out on ship, Davis was the first on scene and he worked quickly to save as many as he could. He was so intent on pulling seamen out that he didn’t realize what he was standing in until it was too late. The toxic chemicals had started eating away at his skin. When he was later questioned, as to whether he noticed what was happening, he had shrugged it off stating that he did what had to be done. He’d received two commendations for his actions and any discussion of charges was shelved. After the chaos had died down, Davis disappeared. Jared had hoped to keep in touch, but Davis had other plans, as he appeared to drop off the map. While Jared often wondered if some of the whispers about his old friend were true, he set it aside as he still had much work to do. It was five years later when Jared suffered his career-ending injury, which resulted in a medical discharge.
When the two men reached the other end of the park, Davis continued to walk. As Jared walked beside him, he waited for his old fr
iend to speak. “There are things about me that you don’t know,” began Davis. “Some of the rumors about me were true,” as Davis paused; he let out a hollow laugh. “What am I saying, they were all true.”
“What do you mean,” asked Jared.
“There are factions out there who would pay a great deal of money for players to throw the game, so to speak.”
“All those lives,” began Jared.
“It was A LOT of money,” replied Davis as he shrugged.
“And your leg,” asked Jared.
Shrugging again, Davis replied, “Another casualty of money. I knew I was caught and I was not going to do time. I didn’t anticipate the amount of damage.”
“Five men died that day. Another seven suffered severe enough burns that they were medically discharged.”
“As I said, it was a lot of money.”
Flexing his hands, Jared contemplated killing his friend. All those suspicions over the years were true. And here he was talking about them as if they were chatting at some sort of barbeque. “Why are you here, Gavin? Why now? Feeling some need to unburden yourself?”
Laughing harshly, Gavin Davis continued to walk. “No, I’m here to warn you. Your woman is in danger. Her ex, guy called Tucker, was looking to hire someone to take her and bring her to him. He’d approached me as he thought the irony was hilarious, but I turned him down.”