VOLUME TWO: SEAL Team Seven Book 1 "Babe, move that ass faster. I'm close; stop fucking around." I had to grit my teeth to keep from shooting too soon. I even smacked her ass to get her going, but she was in one of her moods. My poor boy was hanging on for dear life; we'd both grown accustomed to her trying to one-up our ass, but I'm all man, so she's never gonna win this fight. She's playing dirty this morning, though, the little sneak. She kept teasing me, moving her hips around and around in circles, then lifting up slowly before dropping down hard on my cock. The sensations were unbelievable as my cock pushed up into her. Looking up at her as she pulled on her nipples, head thrown back, her flat stomach concaved as she rode me for her own pleasure, I grabbed her hips and tried moving her the way I needed so I could cum. She's been teasing me for a good half an hour now, and I had no doubt it was to get back at me for the torture I put her
I've been playing it loose and fancy-free in her pussy since I took her cherry. There was no threat of disease, and the question of breeding her was of no consequence since she'd practically booked the wedding hall. As far as she was concerned, we were already hitched, so who was I to argue? I dripped the last few drops of cum inside her before pulling her head back so we could share one last kiss before we both headed for the shower. "What's on the agenda for today, babydoll?" She gave me a rundown of what her day looked like. Now, this was not idle chatter bullshit; I seriously paid attention to where she was going and whatnot because of what was going on in the town, things that she knew nothing about. I didn't want her going into any dangerous situations. I signed off on her plans, which were mostly wedding shit. I lathered up my hands and washed her body as she stood in front of me. Her body was truly a thing of artistic beauty. High firm tits that were th
The fact that she loved me made life a hell of a lot more bearable than it had been before. I didn't have the best of childhoods; my mother was a truck stop waitress who got knocked up by a trucker who used to come through town and sell her dreams. Until the day she told him she was pregnant, and she never laid eyes on him again. As a kid, I spent lots of time alone. Being raised in a small- town, people didn't follow the same tenets as big-city dwellers. No one thought too much about a young single mom leaving her five-year-old son alone while she went out to make a living during the summer months when school was out. That kid learned a lot about the streets at an early age. The old guys who hung around at the local bar didn't have any problem teaching him the facts of life. When most kids my age was learning to read and write, I was learning the ins and outs of a hard-knock life. Mom did the best she could. I don't hold anything against the old girl. In fact
"You fucks ready, let's roll." They were lined off like sentinels outside in my yard, waiting for me. I ignored their disrespectful smirks and grabbed the cup of coffee Connor held out to me. It was his turn for breakfast again, I guess, then again since he'd brought Dani home, I don't think any of the others had seriously taken up cooking duty again. It was sexist, I know, but I preferred a good home-cooked meal prepared by someone who knew what the fuck they were doing to a half-ass job by one of my brothers. The bra burners could go fuck themselves. Gabriella was shy about cooking for them for some reason, but I wasn't about to push her; she'd come around when she was ready, or the fucks could eat take out when it was our turn. "We were waiting for you, bro damn, it's getting harder and harder to get a move on these days. Those of us who aren't leg shackled would like to get the day started at a decent hour, you know." Quinn was always the other one startin
Tyler is my wild child. He and the Commander had shared a close relationship; we all did, but Ty is everybody's problem child, and we tend to keep them closer than most. If these fucks tried to blemish the Commander's name in any way, I'm pretty sure I'll have a hard as fuck time keeping him from going rogue. "The money, it's got to be about the money we moved." It was a fuck load of money that we'd found in an account Dani's ex Robert and that Rosalind woman had set up using Dani's name. Quinn was still monitoring that shit to see what popped off, but so far, nothing. We all knew that with that kind of money involved, it wasn't gonna go down that easy, but it was a risk we'd had to take to smoke the fuckers out. I just thought we had more time, damn. Connor looked back towards his place where Dani was just coming out the door. She looked over and waved with a bright smile, then my door opened, and Gaby came prancing out. "Handle that Con. The rest of you know what to d
We sat around in my kitchen all day working out strategy. It might've seemed like a bit much to anyone looking in from the outside, but we knew that every little thing meant something. You learn that shit fast when you were in the thick of battle, returning enemy fire, and your heart went out to the kid you saw trapped in the middle of the crossfires, only to see that same kid detonate when one of your fellow soldiers go to help. A couple episodes of that shit, and you learn to be overly cautious about every damn thing. Outwardly I was cool; I had to be. I'd learned a long time ago that the boys followed my lead. It wasn't something that we were conscious of, but it was the truth nonetheless. If I were in a shit mood, they'd pick up on it, and that could sway the day for everybody. So if I let on that I was more upset by the caller's innuendo, then for sure, they would be too. So I had to keep that shit close to the vest until I knew what was going on. Then I was gonna
"Okay, Candy spill." I dragged her through the door after I'd spied her coming. I guess the guys had given her the day off because she was carrying her bag, and the whole lot of them had descended on the old plantation house like the feds. "Lordy, Gaby, let me clear the door at least damn." Like I had time for that. Dani and I have been on pins and needles ever since we were given our staying orders. It was gonna take me a while to get used to this mess, but with Logan, there was no choice. Nothing I tried could sway that man from his path; he's as mule-headed as one of my grandpa's old bulls. I have wedding shit coming out my ears; first, he curtailed how many hours I could spend running around, with his be home before dark dictate, and now he's pretty much put me on house arrest. If I didn't love him like crazy already, I'd brain him with something for even thinking he had the right. "Don't nobody got time for that shit? What's going on over there?" Dani came
"See what I told you, bitch made, both of them." Ty had to duck after making that statement because both Con and I went after his ass. "Say, Cap, you do know you're supposed to be the one in the tux right, you too, Con." He thought his ass was funny. I cannot wait for him to fall. "As a matter of fact, I do, but I'm thinking of having my attendants, that would be you fucks, wear kilts on account of my Scottish blood." "The fuck outta here with that shit Cap, I'm not wearing a skirt no matter what the fuck it's called." I knew that would shut him up. I also knew we were all trying to blow off steam before going back in. "Okay, guys, back to it." There wasn't any of the usual banter between us; we were all pretty solemn once we passed the door into the private library that we had kept under lock and key since the night we'd buried our old friend. This is the reason we had been putting this off; it was like saying the final goodbye, something that as tough as we a