He was inside of her, filling her as she clung to him. Sarah wanted nothing more than to surrender to him completely tonight. Ryan was in control of everything—her desire, her pleasure. She was lost to his touch, completely surrounded by him, and there was nowhere else she’d rather be.
Ryan bucked up into her, causing her to cry out at the exquisite pleasure as he stroked her inner walls. He was so big and deep, she swore their lovemaking felt more intimate than it had ever been.
“Sarah, God Sarah...,” he murmured, his lips hot on her neck as he held her. Ryan thrust up into her slowly, sweetly, letting the erotic tension build between them. She moaned as he made love to her, knowing she could never ever get enough of this man.
Ryan bucked into her slightly harder, getting excited, and her inner walls clamped down around him, her silken arousal coating her folds. She was so wet and ready for him, so eager for him to push her over the edge.
She held onto him even more tightly, her breasts pushing up against his chest.
The feeling of her nipples rubbing against his skin was driving her crazy. They were pert in her aroused state, and every brush against his skin was sweet torture. His large hands slid to her ass, and as his fingers dug into her flesh, he increased the tempo of his thrusts, leaving her helpless in his arms.
His thick cock stretched her inner walls completely, and as he rubbed against her clit with every thrust, she cried out in pure pleasure.
She swore she began to see fireworks as Ryan claimed her, and when he wound her up high enough until there was no turning back, she finally exploded, screaming his name as she came apart in his arms.
Her thighs trembled around his, and she was thankful she was sitting on his lap so she didn’t completely fall over. Ryan hardened impossibly more, lifting her up and down his cock, and then he came as well, muttering her name like a prayer.
Sarah collapsed against him while they each caught their breath. The hot tub bubbled around them, and he stood, carrying her out of the water as she shivered in the decidedly cooler evening air.
His softening cock fell from her body as he walked, and then he was setting her down by the lounge chairs.
“Hell, the grill,” he said, looking over. “I totally forgot about dinner.”
“Well, nothing’s on it. It’s not like the food burned.”
Ryan grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, drying her off as his brow quirked. “I just didn’t expect to make love to you before dinner in the hot tub. Not that I’m complaining.” He grabbed his own towel, wrapping it around his waist, and sauntered across the patio to put the food on.
Sarah followed behind him, watching as he put two burgers on for himself and a vegan tofu burger for her.
“What?” he asked, catching the expression on her face.
“I just thought the next time we were back here, we’d be married. We’d get back from our honeymoon, have all of our friends and family over, and celebrate again right here.”
“Well let’s do it,” he said.
“Do what?”
“Get married here. Have all our friends and family over. I don’t know if I can stomach another beach wedding anytime soon but nothing would make me happier than to make you my wife.”
“I don’t have a dress—” she cut off, tears filling her eyes.
“Hell, Sarah,” he said, stepping closer and pulling her into his arms. “You’re shivering,” he murmured, brushing a stray tear off her cheek as she looked up at him.
“Yeah. I’m going to quick throw something on before we eat.”
He nodded, his eyes searching hers.
“But let’s do it. Let’s get married here.”
His brows quirked. “Really? Because I know you had your heart set on a beach wedding. I’d marry you tonight if I could, but I want to do whatever you want.”
“I want to marry you,” she whispered. “That’s all that matters.”
She smiled through her tears, and he ducked down and kissed her again. “Then let’s invite our friends. We’ll pick a date, get a dress or whatever else we need, and do it.”
“Only if we hire a wedding planner this time. I’m not planning everything all over again.”
“It’s a must,” Ryan agreed, his eyes twinkling. He turned around and grabbed a spatula, flipping the burgers. “Get changed if you’re cold, baby girl. Dinner’s almost ready.”
Epilogue
RYAN STOOD AT THE ARCHED canopy in his backyard near the pool, grinning like a fool as the music started. His groomsmen were standing beside him, their friends and family were sitting in white chairs watching, and the back door to his house had just opened.
Sarah’s niece Abby skipped down the aisle in her flower girl outfit, followed by Logan, who was carrying the rings. Bree came next, smiling as she held her bouquet, followed by Morgan, who winked as she got to the canopy.
But his heart pounded and ears thundered as Sarah began to walk toward him. He’d never gotten to see her in her original dress, but she was stunning in this one. It was strapless and ethereal, with the long skirt of it flowing around her as she walked. Her long hair was loose, bouncing around her bare shoulders, and when she beamed as she looked at him, he thought she was the prettiest damn thing he’d ever seen.
He took her arm when she reached him, and he realized that she was trembling.
“Everything okay?” he murmured quietly as they faced the officiant.
“Perfect,” she said, tears smarting her eyes. “This is the happiest day of my life.” She handed her bouquet to Morgan to hold, and then they stood in front of the officiant and God, ready to say their vows.
Ryan had done a lot in his lifetime—gone into combat himself, commanded his SEAL teams from Little Creek. He’d met with Admirals and Generals, but this was by far the best and most important moment of his life.
After a flurry of words from the officiant and underneath the sun-kissed sky, they turned to one another. Holding both her slender hands in his, Ryan looked down at Sarah, feeling his chest swell with pride.
“I Ryan, take thee Sarah, to be my wife. I promise to always love and protect you, care for you, not wake you up when I go into base early, keep your vegan and vegetarian food in the fridge, champion your latest cause, and make you as happy as I can all the days of our lives.”
A single tear rolled down her cheek, and Ryan reached out, swiping it away.
“I Sarah, take thee Ryan,” she said, taking a deep breath and wiping away another tear. “I promise to love and care for you, to attempt to understand the ways of the Navy, to support your career and look the other way when you eat steak instead of tofurkey. I’ll always love and cherish you and can’t wait for us to grow old together.”
Patrick produced the rings, and Ryan and Sarah slipped them on each other’s fingers.
There were a few whoops and hollers, as their guests’ excitement couldn’t be contained.
Ryan glanced out at the friends and family watching their backyard ceremony—the Alpha and Delta teams from base, his officer friends, their families and neighbors. It had been a hell of a long road to get here, and he knew he was in for the ride of his life with Sarah.
He looked back at his beaming bride, watching as the wind lightly tousled her hair. She was beautiful. Ethereal in her dress. And absolutely perfect for him.
“I love you,” she mouthed, looking up at him as her eyes shone with happy tears.
“I love you, too,” he murmured quietly.
“And now, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
The backyard erupted with whoops and cheers as Ryan bent down and kissed his new bride. Sarah flushed with excitement, and they turned, facing their friends, and grinned from ear to ear as everyone jumped up to congratulate them. Sarah’s bridesmaids suddenly appeared at her side, and the photographer snapped a few candid pictures.
“Hoorah!” Jacob shouted, grinning as the guys gathered around.
R
yan’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and he briefly glanced down at it as he pulled it out.
“Not another op,” Patrick said, catching the expression on his face.
Ryan quirked his brow. “Thank God, no, because I’m leaving tomorrow on my honeymoon. Just something that came up with the Coronado team. We’re good.”
He pocketed it again, ducking down to kiss Sarah once more.
“To the CO!” one of the men yelled, and suddenly champagne glasses and bottles appeared. Bailey and Noah began popping the corks, and Sarah screamed as a burst of champagne flew into the air.
“Leave it to the expert,” Bailey said with a wink as the men ribbed Noah.
Everyone began passing glasses down, and Ryan paused for a beat, watching his and Sarah’s families talking by the chairs.
“We did it!” Sarah said, smiling up at Ryan. “We’re married!” she shouted, throwing her arms up in the air and twirling around. Ryan swept her into his arms and twirled the both of them around as everyone laughed.
“To the newest SEAL wedding!” one of the men yelled.
Sarah looked up at him, her eyes bright and face flushed with happiness. “We really did it, baby. We’re finally married.”
“We did it, baby girl,” Ryan confirmed with a grin as he ducked down and kissed her again in front of all their friends and family. “And this is just the beginning.”
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Navy SEAL Blake “Raptor” Reynolds clenched his jaw as he parachuted down from the sky during his SEAL team’s training exercise. He could see San Diego in the distance, and beyond that, Naval Amphibious Base Coronado. Boats maneuvered in the bay, buildings gleamed in the sun, and the Pacific Ocean glistened. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, the air rushing past him, and with the sun shining and bright blue sky, he felt damn near invincible at the moment.
His five teammates were in the air around him, one of the guys whooping, “Hoorah!”
Blake smirked, looking off in the distance at their mark.
Although they didn’t frequently need to parachute in during ops, the team trained on sea, air, and land. He’d tried to explain that to the pretty yet ditzy blonde he’d met at the local bar last night, but the concept had flown right over her head.
God damn.
She didn’t seem to believe the Navy had fighter jets either. Ships. Water. Sailors. He probably lost a few brain cells talking to her. He needed a woman who could keep up with him both in and out of bed—and who at least could string a few coherent sentences together.
The blonde had been a good fuck, but hell. He couldn’t even hold a simple conversation with her. It had literally been a wham, bam, thank you ma’am situation. He’d gotten out of bed after they’d had sex and shown himself out the door.
Now he’d have to avoid Salty Sunset, one of the team’s favorite bars. All the action around town happened there after sundown—sailors and single women, wannabe SEALs on the prowl. His team practically owned the place when they went there. And hell if he now had to avoid his favorite watering hole for a while.
He adjusted the straps on his chute, preparing to land on their mark.
His teammate Troy “T-Rex” Harrison was already on the ground, running a few feet from the momentum as he landed. Blake grunted as he hit the ground in his gear and combat boots, moving to Troy’s side. He quickly disengaged from his parachute just as they would when running an op.
Only this time they weren’t landing in enemy territory.
“That was fucking awesome as always,” Troy said with a grin. “I wouldn’t mind practicing jumps every week.”
“You need to join the damn Leap Frogs,” Blake said, referring to the Navy’s parachute team.
“Tempting,” Troy agreed with a laugh. “But then you wouldn’t get to see my pretty face every day.”
Muttering to himself, Blake shook his head. Troy was the only California native in their group, and he had the blond hair and blue eyes to go with it. He and Blake looked like total opposites, what with Blake’s dark hair and eyes. Both men were tall and broad though, with the muscular build of men who trained hard daily and pushed their physical abilities to the limits.
Blake shifted his gaze to the sky. Another SEAL on the team was about to hit the ground running. It wasn’t a bad way to end the week—no doubt they could get called on an op at any time, but at the moment, he planned to finish their training for the day and then go out carousing with his buddies for some women.
He needed a warm body to take the edge off. There was nothing sweeter than undressing a woman, exploring her curves, and then sinking into her welcoming body. And a pretty woman crying out his name never hurt his ego either.
“What took you guys so long?” Troy ribbed the next man that landed, grinning from ear to ear.
Logan “Hurricane” Hudson grunted as he hit the ground. “We let the ladies go first,” he quipped, disengaging from his parachute and jogging over to them.
Blake smirked, listening to Troy rib him some more. The men on his team were like brothers, both joking and bickering with each other in training and moving as one in battle. He was closer to them than his own family, and hell if he wouldn’t put his life on the line for any of them.
The last three men came into view, parachutes fully open as they neared the ground.
Hell if this wasn’t a damn good day.
Perfect California weather. A Friday. A weekend off.
“You fellas up for some bar hopping tonight?” Logan asked, glancing over at them before looking back at the sky.
“Hell yeah,” Troy said. “We already know we can’t hit Salty Sunset for a few days thanks to Blake’s latest one-night-stand. We might as well hit up a few other places.”
“Damn. I hope she doesn’t hang around there long,” Blake said with a laugh. “They’ve got the best beers on tap, so I can’t stay away forever.”
“Maybe you’ll just have to fuck her again,” Logan said.
“Wouldn’t be a hardship,” Blake agreed. “She had a great rack and was a wildcat in bed. But I’ve got the feeling that she’s the clingy type. One more night with her, and she’ll think we’re going steady.”
“Who’s going steady?” Jackson “K-Bar” Cline
field asked as he landed, and the others howled with laughter. Jackson sauntered over, grinning from ear to ear. “Damn that was awesome.”
“No one’s going steady,” Blake said. “But we are hitting the town tonight in search of some pretty women.”
“Amen to that!” Grayson “Ghost” Douglass yelled out as he landed and jogged toward them. “Watch out women of San Diego—we’re coming for you!”
THREE HOURS LATER, Blake was sitting beside his buddies as he tipped back a longneck and took a long pull of his beer. Country music blasted from the speakers, the tables were packed, and waitresses walked around in skimpy tops and cowboy hats. It definitely wasn’t the same as their usual hangout, but it worked for the moment. They’d already stopped by a dive bar for round one earlier. And the night was still young.
“Can I bring you fellas some more drinks?” a pretty waitress said, her brown hair swishing around her as she stopped at their table.
“How about your number?” Grayson asked, smiling appreciatively at her.
Blake’s gaze slid over her, landing on her chest as he took in her tight top. She was attractive, no doubt, but the way she flirted with every man in here wasn’t too appealing. It didn’t seem to bother Grayson though, who was currently looking at her like she was the only woman in the world.
“Maybe if you play your cards right,” she said with a wink.
“Looking good, Shawna!” another man called out as he passed her. She waved but then looked back at Grayson.
“What time do you get off?” he asked.
“Depends on what time you’re leaving,” she teased. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder, and Blake noticed her hot pink fingernails. The woman he’d been with last night had been really into makeup and her nails, too. A total high maintenance chick.
Women like that were fun for a couple of nights—they enjoyed wearing sexy clothes when they went out and were often eager to please the man they were with. That type of personality got old really quick though. Sometimes you just wanted a low-key night without the woman you were with constantly worried about her clothes and lipstick.
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