After setting the trailer in place, he escorted Julie inside, flounces and petticoats flying everywhere. He locked the door behind them.
She threw herself in his arms and reveled in the way he lifted her up and carried her back to the bed at the rear of the trailer. Sun was setting outside, and a bright orange glow permeated the sky. They could hear seabirds and the muffled boom and hiss of waves crashing on the beach on the other side of the dunes.
Amid the orange light she watched his face while he lay her down and peeled her petticoats back, one by one, until he found her white stockings and garter belt. He snapped one and then smoothed over the back of her thigh with his palm.
“So sweet, Julie. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. You skin is so…” He kissed her along the garter, unclipping and removing the stocking while he did. He peeled down her right, and then her left stockings until she was bare.
“Oh, my,” he said when he discovered she’d not worn panties. She loved motivating him with her own bit of risqué behavior.
“I just figured I’d be making you work so hard to excavate through those petticoats, I’d give you a little surprise.”
“I love surprises, Miss Julie.”
His mouth was on her sex so fast it made her hitch in her breath. The dull ache in her core snaked up her spine while he sucked and tasted the lips which were full and ripe with lust for him. It had been an agonizing evening without him. The excitement and anticipation of their joining today was almost too much for her to bear. All night she had dreamed about his taste, the feel of his tongue there, just like right now, and how full his cock would feel while he rode her.
Spreading his thumb over her nub, he kissed the little organ to a peak, rolled it around with his tongue. He lapped down her further, searching and rooting deeper. Lusty excitement sizzled through her, and her channel craved his tongue, his fingers, craved the moment he’d fill her with his powerful cock.
“I want you inside me,” she moaned.
Her bodice made her breasts press deliciously tight, plumping pillows of flesh above the sequined and beaded top. He got to his feet, removing his shirt, but all the while looking down on her face as she scooted up the bed in a cloud of organza and chiffon.
“I just about come whenever I hear that swish. My buds are going to give me hell if you ever tell them.”
“Only one way you can secure the secret.”
“What’s that, dear Julie?” he said while he slipped down his slacks and underwear.
“You come right now and fuck me silly in my wedding dress.”
“All the material gets in the way,”
“Yes, and I love it.”
“But I want to feel your flesh against mine.”
“But I need to feel you inside me, right now, on my wedding day. Just today. Humor me, my love.”
“Nothing would give me greater pleasure!”
Luke’s bare knees pressed against the underside of her after he climbed the bed. He brought one of her knees up and over his shoulder. He angled himself to enter her.
“You are mine, Julie,” he said as he arched and slowly slid into her wet channel. “Mine, baby,” he said as he lazily pumped her. Each time he was in all the way to the hilt, she moaned at the incredible feel of him filling her.
She heated up rapidly, feeling the dull coil of arousal take over her body while he maneuvered his hips in fluid motions, holding tight to the knee up and over his shoulder to help him penetrate deep. Her anticipation brought her quickly to the edge. She quickly fell into the erotic throes of a woman desperate to be consumed by her man, needing to be filled and stretched by his girth. His demanding thrusts took her breath away and finally she began to spasm out of control.
He began lurching against her internal muscles, which had clamped down on him hard. She heard his whispers calling her name, the deep growl vibrating from his chest as he repeated his urgent need over and over again. When he climaxed at last, she was at the height of her orgasm. They both shuddered, gasping for air while their slick bodies at first hardened against each other and then softened. The dress swooshed when they slowly disentangled and he nestled against her, resting his torso in the pile of organza and beading. The sound almost kept time to the dull pounding of the waves outside the window.
Their combined breathing slowed at last while the sounds of the ocean became more and more prominent. She loved the feel of being completely spent, yet feeling the arousing, wet kisses he planted on the back of her neck. Wrung out and sweaty, she would gladly give even more if he demanded it of her. She drifted off into a lover’s sleep, fully content.
She awoke some time later feeling hemmed in by her dress, along with a need to feel his warm chest pressing against her breasts. Shifting beneath him and running her fingers through his hair, she kissed his ear and brought him awake with the undulation of her body.
“I’m ready to get naked now,” she whispered.
“Ah, there’s my girl. Oh, boy, I get to remove all this,” he said, holding up a handful of her skirts in one fist.
“Thank you.”
He unzipped the side of her bodice, kissing the newly exposed flesh. “Thank you, Mrs. Julie.”
“Ever since I was a teenager I had a daydream of fucking in my wedding dress.” He was watching the smile she couldn’t suppress. “It was even lovelier than I’d imagined.”
“I aim to please, Julie. I want to fulfill all your fantasies. Every one of them,” he said, prying open the dress and lifting it over her head, leaving her completely naked. “So lovely,” he kissed her ear, pressing the words warmly against her, making her ears buzz.
He hesitated, as if in a private thought about something deep.
“What is it, Luke?”
“I was just thinking about that first night. On the beach, when we met.”
“Completely random and chance encounter, resulting in this.” She turned in his arms, placing her hands onto his chest and then up over his mountainous shoulders to his neck. She urged him forward, and when their lips touched she whispered, “And now we have forever.”
“Yes, we do, baby.” He nibbled on her lips, extending kisses under her chin, under her ears, and then further down to the space between her breasts. He lifted his head and they stared into what they could see of each other’s eyes illuminated by a distant outdoor lamppost. “Let’s take a blanket down the beach. I want to do what I wanted to do the first night, Mrs. Paulsen.”
He wrapped the bedspread around her and begged off sharing it, instead walking with his arm around her shoulder, his fingers massaging her spine at the back of her neck. The evening sky was filled with stars, undiminished by the occasional trail lamp and a handful of tall light standards. She couldn’t remember it being so peaceful.
But the ocean roared while they walked over the dunes to the beach below. The sea birds were quiet. Distant lights along the bay’s edge twinkled. There were no sounds of man, and, except for the lights, there was no evidence of civilization. The powerful waves hitting the shore shook the ground in tempo with her heart. Her body heat began to rise inside the bedspread when they neared a stretch of smooth sand still warm from the afternoon sun, and he stopped her.
She knew the ocean was important to him. Knew they’d always live by the ocean, even when, some day, he’d no longer go on missions as an active SEAL. She knew he would never cease to be an elite warrior in everything he did. And right now this warrior was focused on her body, unwrapping her, exploring her skin with his intentional kisses, because it was how he was, how he would be forever.
Her temperature continued to rise until she dropped the spread and stood in front of his warm body, touching from thigh to chest, arms extended and fingers entwined behind his head, pressing against her rock of a man. Her forever man. Her sometimes-broken man, whom she would love until the day she died.
The night air made the skin on her backside tingle, but the warmth of his arms, the growing bulge in his groin area emanatin
g the heat of his desire, made her insides quiver. It would always be like this. There would be the cold reality of the world, when she’d be separated from him for weeks or months at a time, and then he’d come back, holding only her body in his powerful arms. He’d chosen to share his life with her. This honorable man would forever make her feel safe, would shelter her from whatever cruelty and coldness the world could dish out.
She’d support him in his healing and only hoped she could give him all he deserved. It would have to be enough, because she would give her all for him.
He knelt in front of her and she felt worshiped. She held his head to her abdomen. The soft kisses he placed there were not intended for her, but for their child. He was whispering something to their baby. His flesh and blood was growing within her. It was her honor. It was her future.
She saw his eyes sparkle when he looked back up at her face. The smile was pure heaven, illuminated in the moonlight. “I’m going to love being a father,” he said loud enough to be heard over the waves. “And you’re gonna love your mamma,” he said to their baby.
She ran her fingers through the hair on top of his head, while his kisses got more inquisitive, while they drifted lower. Like a homing beacon, he maintained a relentless aim for the juncture between her legs, smoothing his callused palms along the insides of her thighs and parting them to allow him entry. She heard him moan when he saw the gaping hunger of her sex. His fingers played in her labia. She sank to her knees, holding his jaw in her palms, smoothing over his lips with her thumbs. “You are so precious to me, Luke. I love that what you give me is delicate and at the same time fierce. Thank you for not giving up on us. For giving me the chance to be part of your life.”
He kissed her. Their bodies remained connected from thighs to upper torsos.
“I’m far from perfect. I’m flawed, Julie. I make no pretense.”
“I don’t need your perfection. I just need you.”
“I’m here.”
“I need you to come back to me. Always come back to me.”
“Which I will do, Mrs. Julie. With every ounce of my being.”
Their lovemaking had been soft and gentle, not frantic. He relished how she matched his rhythm, how she let him know what she liked and how he could please her. She’d kissed the frog-print tats on his forearm, the scars on his back, and the large Centurion helmet he’d put there when he was only twenty-two. If he had to do it today, he’d choose a Latin saying, or a different symbol, not the battle dress of an ancient warrior.
But it’s what he was. And now he was off on another adventure, this time with Julie by his side. As Reverend Dobson had said, through a doorway to another brotherhood, that of father, husband and protector of a dynasty, the family they created. A family who would grow up knowing the intense love he felt for this woman, and knowing how, no matter how strong and brave he knew he was, he needed her like the air he breathed.
He would fight, for now. And then he’d come home to Julie, and the baby who was the best part of both of them.
The End
SHARON HAMILTON
NYT and USA Today best-selling author Sharon Hamilton’s award-winning Navy SEAL Brotherhood series have been a fan favorite from the day the first one was released. They’ve earned her the coveted Amazon author ranking of #1 in Romantic Suspense, Military Romance and Contemporary Romance categories, as well as in Gothic Romance for her Vampires of Tuscany and Guardian Angels. Her characters follow a sometimes rocky road to redemption through passion and true love.
Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany are not like any vamps you’ve read about before, since they don’t go to ground and can walk around in the full light of the sun.
Her Guardian Angels struggle with the human charges they are sent to save, often escaping their vanilla world of Heaven for the brief human one. You won’t find any of these beings in any Sunday school class.
She lives in Sonoma County, California with her husband and two Dobermans. A lifelong organic gardener, when she’s not writing, she’s getting verra verra dirty in the mud, or wandering Farmers Markets looking for new Heirloom varieties of vegetables and flowers.
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