Melting Ice (SEALs On Fire)

by Nicole Austin

  Searching for a means of escape, his gaze connected with Jagger’s. The pained sympathy in his teammate’s eyes had Ice pissed off and anxious to stare down a target through his scope then drop the fucker with a fatal shot right between the eyes.

  Glancing down into Syn’s troubled green eyes, he manned-up and said the only thing he could. “Okay, babe. Let’s go.”

  Chapter Two

  Leaving her car parked at the bar, they walked across the street, slipped off their shoes and let their toes sink into the powdery-white sand still warm from the sun. Syn took a deep breath of the salty air and sighed as some of the tension eased out of her shoulders.

  Ice dropped their shoes next to a bench, interlaced his fingers with hers, and headed toward the water. For a while, they walked in the bright moonlight at the water’s edge, sharing a companionable silence. In no hurry to broach the subject weighing on her mind, she simply soaked in the romantic atmosphere while her fingers yearned for the weight of her camera.

  The dark blue velvet was covered by a sky dotted with millions of bright stars. Gazing across the shimmering water, she made out the shape of an oil tanker on a slow journey across the horizon. Gulls squawked and waves broke gently on the shore, creating beautiful phosphorescent sprays of surf. Tiny crabs scuttled back and forth, racing to beat the rush of water and complete their nocturnal tasks.

  “How long?” She didn’t have to elaborate. He understood.

  Ice shrugged. “Supposed to have a week.”

  Supposed to rarely happened with the SEALs. Somewhere on his person would be a pager that could go off at any moment. Being on standby literally meant the team stood at the ready for their next mission, whatever and wherever they might be needed.

  “You?” he asked.

  “Same.” Syn wasn’t much of a talker herself, one of many things they had in common. She wondered if she should just get through the hard part, tell Ice it was over and head home. Spending a few days in his arms would only make breaking it off harder. But she wanted those days. She’d missed the way his big arms sheltered her, his strong body making her feel safe and protected, the perfection of her soft curves fitted along his hard planes as if they’d been created specifically for each other.

  She missed the sex. Hours of hot, sweaty passion as Ice took her body to euphoric heights of ecstasy over and over again. The tireless pounding of his hips, the flex and play of all those powerful muscles, the exquisite friction of their bodies joining as one entity compelled to discover the ultimate pleasure a man and woman could create together.

  And she missed the talking. While making love was the one time Ice vocalized his feelings and gave himself to her completely. A flash fire broke out beneath her skin merely recalling how his voice would turn raspy the more explicit his pillow talk became.

  Ice stopped walking, pulling her to a stop beside him as a deep, masculine moan reached her ears, followed closely by a feminine whimper. She had no trouble recognizing the sounds of sex. Someone was getting busy on the beach. Not a bad idea.

  Ice started moving toward the shadowy area where the sounds originated, tugging her hand. What the hell was he doing?

  “Ice,” she whispered, “stop.” She made a futile effort at resisting with little hope of keeping more than six feet of solid muscular male from doing exactly as he wanted. “We can’t,” she tried. “That’s private.”

  She might as well be talking to the sand for all the good it did. Ice wasn’t listening. He turned her direction only long enough to put a finger over her lips before tugging her deeper into the shadows alongside a cabana. He stopped at the edge of the wooden structure, reached back, and pulled her flush against him. Her entire body softened and melted into the rigid wall of muscle. Too bad their clothes were in the way. She’d enjoy the position much more if they were skin to skin.

  “Harder. Fuck me harder,” a woman panted.

  A man grunted, and she heard the distinct sound of naked bodies slapping together. The thrum of arousal that had filled her since walking into the bar and seeing Ice took an express elevator straight to full-blown lust. Her breasts swelled, areolas puckering as her nipples hardened, heat pooled in her abdomen, and moisture dampened her panties.

  Between the solid wood of the cabana and firm wall of man, Syn couldn’t see. But Ice could, dammit. “If we’re going to be voyeurs, let me see,” she complained.

  The fingers digging into her hip released their fierce grip while still holding her pressed against him. Syn shifted toward his side, gritting her teeth at the friction created as her nipples slowly slid along his torso. By the time she slipped under his arm with her front molded to Ice’s side, she panted for breath right along with the other woman.

  She glanced toward the sounds and felt her feet become rooted to the spot while her head called for immediate action. They shouldn’t be watching this very intimate, private moment. Not that she could walk away on legs that had suddenly turned boneless or with feet that refused to obey. Like rubberneckers passing a horrific crash, she could not look away.

  The erotic tableau before her sent Syn into a thermonuclear meltdown. Her blood heated, soaring through her veins, roaring in her ears. A man stood gloriously nude in the moonlight and glow from a security light, staring down at the woman who knelt before him, blonde head bobbing as she sucked his cock. His hands were tangled in her hair, guiding her movements and his hips kept a steady rhythm, fucking her eager mouth. A second man knelt behind the lucky woman, grasping her small breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers as he fucked her from behind.

  Holy hot naked beach blanket ménage, Batman.

  The two men worked as a team, timing their thrusts in a rapid, steady tempo. Each forward plunge from the man behind her drove the woman onto the cock shuttling between her lips. In turn, the cock in her mouth propelled her backward, impaling her pussy on the other large shaft. Back and forth, her body strung tighter than a bow, nearing the snapping point.

  Syn was on fire. Parting her legs, she ground her neglected pussy against Ice’s jean-clad hip at the same pace the trio set. With each breath, her aching nipples grazed his torso, creating delicious friction that sent electric fingers of sensation arrowing toward her hot, wet, and erect clit.

  The woman whimpered, and Syn bit the inside of her cheek so she didn’t echo the sensual sound. She shared the woman’s building need to orgasm.

  Ice remained a motionless wall of muscle as he raptly watched the trio, barely seeming to breathe. She had no idea how he could hold so completely still and not buck his hips as she trailed her fingers down his abdomen and over his jeans to massage his straining erection.

  She wanted all that hard thick length pounding into her, possessing her as the two men possessed the woman, filling her body with his. Wanted it more than her next breath but hell if she’d walk away before the grand finale.

  Shamelessly grinding herself against Ice, she anxiously watched the three lovers. Any moment now, one or more would succumb to the pleasure, unwittingly sharing the blissful moment.

  As one the trio began moving faster, their sounds of pleasure rose, carried away on the gentle breeze, moving ever closer to culmination. Syn felt a connection to them, a shared determination to reach a common goal. She longed to see their faces in the grips of pleasure as climax raced through their sweat-dampened bodies.

  Her own overheated flesh careened at breakneck speeds toward the pinnacle. Her clit throbbed in time with her rapid pulse, the abrading friction of cloth over the straining nub causing the walls of her empty pussy to spasm.

  Struggling to suppress the moan that welled up in her throat, her gaze slid from the wet cock pounding into the woman’s pussy to the nipples receiving delightful attention to the cock she hungrily sucked with hollowed cheeks, up the rigid male torso to land on a blazing set of dark eyes focused directly on her.

  As she greedily drank in the vision of their joined pleasure, he did the same, devouring hers.

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�Come with us.”

  She had no trouble reading his lips. Us. He’d mouthed us. Her gaze shot to the kneeling lovers, and sure enough, all three watched her as she watched them.

  “Come now!” the second man mouthed. The implied command in the hard set of his features sent Syn soaring over the precipice. Her pussy convulsed, and she threw back her head, no longer worried about remaining quiet, moaning out her orgasm into the sultry night, grinding herself against Ice, trusting him not to let her fall.

  Her cries were echoed by those of the trio and the pulsing of Ice’s cock beneath her fingers as he silently joined the erotic orgy of rapturous release.

  A combination of panic and tender emotions tightened Ice’s chest as he glanced down at Syn’s slumberous, sated expression. Christ, he really was losing his edge.

  He hadn’t been able to resist investigating the sensual sounds coming from behind the cabana. An eyeful of the titillating scene had been enough for him, but when he would have turned and walked away, Syn started rubbing her sweet, hot pussy all over him. Her arousal had spiked his, and once her slender fingers squeezed his dick, any thoughts of leaving the threesome behind fled his brain, which shutdown. That was the crux of what disturbed him so deeply now.

  A few months shy of turning forty and having twenty years military experience under his belt. Fourteen full years of intense training and precision work as a SEAL had honed his senses to a razor’s edge. He was always aware of his surroundings, on guard, and prepared to handle any threat.

  And yet, he’d let Syn’s amorous response to some public sex override all his training and leave them vulnerable. Not once during that sexy little scene had he checked their six. An enemy could have waltzed right up behind him and taken them out.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck!

  Keeping an arm wrapped around her for support, he hustled Syn to the road and into a nearby bicycle taxi, giving the driver the address to the bar. To hell with their shoes. He’d pick them up tomorrow if they were still where he’d left them.

  During the short trip, he mentally traced the start of his decline in discipline and focus back almost a full year. Dressed in layers of thick camouflage in the middle of a desert, holding the same position for endless hours in the sweltering Sudan heat waiting for his shot. His mind had drifted from the mission, becoming filled with visions of Syndra nude, golden tanned skin a beautiful contrast to black sheets, a satisfied smile on her lips as she slept after several hours of intense lovemaking.

  Jagger’s harsh voice had crackled through the comm unit in his ear demanding his status and startled Ice back to the mission. His sharp gaze, enhanced by the high-powered scope, watched in stunned horror as his target’s armored vehicle sped away, kicking up a thick concealing wall of desert dust.

  The team hadn’t suspected or hinted that he’d fucked up. His awareness never faltered, and he did not miss a viable shot. They presumed some unknown condition had made the shot impossible because ice ran through his veins and nothing broke his concentration. Ever.

  Then the team’s subsequent standby had gone complete and total FUBAR. Syn and he had been in the middle of a heated argument over her work for the erotic publisher with the steroid jerks when his pager had gone off. Less than twenty-four hours into their leave and the team had been recalled. He didn’t even get the chance to kiss her before jumping on a helo and heading off for a cluster fuck assignment that had lasted seven long months. And on that assignment, history had almost repeated itself.

  Ice shook his head. Daydreaming about Syn in the midst of a mission had already cost him one kill shot, letting his team down and making months of hard work useless. Continuing to do so could cost him a team member. He couldn’t live with that on his conscience.

  Syn squeezed his arm, derailing his train of thought. The bike’s bell rang out as the slow moving taxi made its way through light pedestrian traffic. “Talk to me, Ice. What’s happening?”

  He didn’t have answers for her any more than he had for Jagger when the other man asked the same question. Their arrival back at the bar saved him from responding. He paid the driver and held out a hand for her keys. She didn’t say a word, just handed them over. Less than ten minutes later, they stepped into the massive foyer of a multi-million dollar Spanish hacienda right out of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.

  He didn’t give Syn time to soak in the splendor of the mansion, all but pushing her up the curved marble and wrought iron staircase and down the hall to the room he’d laid claim to earlier. She didn’t protest. Their all too brief romp on the beach must have left her as hungry as he.

  It had been more than a year since they’d had sex. While he wanted to spend hours worshiping her gorgeous body and pay homage to her spectacular curves, if he didn’t get inside Syn soon, he’d go crazy. The wait had been way too long.

  Slamming the door, Ice engaged the lock and turned to find Syn dragging the soft ivory dress over her head and tossing it aside.

  “So beautiful!”

  Thick waves of mahogany hair spilled over slender shoulders, ripe dusky pink nipples peeking out from between the silky strands. She hooked her thumbs in a tiny pair of ivory lace panties. With a shimmy of her hips, the material floated down her legs and fell to the hardwood floor.

  His cock sprang back to life. Only Syn had the power to short-circuit his control. For fuck’s sake, he was a SEAL, his body a finely honed and conditioned weapon that didn’t even sweat without his permission. But when it came to this one woman, his body didn’t respond to his commands. She held the reins.

  “It’s been too long, babe.”

  She nodded, which caused her hair to sway, granting him tantalizing glimpses of those incredible beasts he all too often daydreamed about.

  “Need you,” she purred. “Now. Right now.”

  He couldn’t agree more yet he didn’t move. For endless moments, he could only stare at her, drinking her in, quenching a fathomless thirst he hadn’t known dwelled inside him.

  Mine.

  The word rolled around in his head and took root. She was his, and this was where he belonged. She understood, shared the same affliction, and wasn’t happy about her need for him. He could see it in the taut line of her shoulders and rigidity of her spine. She lifted her chin fractionally higher as if daring him. Another man might have been intimidated by the challenge she presented. But he wasn’t most men and Syn was his.

  Primitive urges sprang to life demanding he take action, grab Syn, drag her to his bed, and prove his claim. Never let go.

  Syn stood next to the bed naked, ready and waiting, staring at Ice. He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t even twitch. “Ice?” What the hell was he doing?

  His cool blue eyes had softened, and she glimpsed vulnerability in the deep pools. She’d seen it before, a brief flash of emotion quickly subdued. The stronger the emotion the more rigid control he exerted upon himself. Ice did not let go. Period.

  She faced the rough-hewn soldier. A cold-blooded predator who could take down whatever target he was assigned without blinking an eye. A man without a single weakness, hell bent on establishing his superiority.

  That really shouldn’t turn her on.

  Her legs trembled, and she locked her knees to remain upright. The man before her was a prime male, strong and sensual, confident in his ability to master any test, including her. When Ice went all primal SEAL like this, it flipped a switch in her. Here was an uninhibited conqueror, every delicious hard-muscled inch of him. Someone worthy of her. A man to hold onto. To fight for.

  She didn’t want to quietly accept coming in second anymore, but how could she possibly win out against his team and the Navy?

  He maintained that irritating edge of cold detachment. The implacable restraint fed her fantasies, chaining her to him in ways she wasn’t sure she’d ever escape. It was why she came running whenever he called. And it was why she’d fallen so hard. Such tight, indomitable constraint made her want to get inside him, under his skin, and push him to l
ose all that disciplined control.

  She’d come close to succeeding once a year ago, which only fueled her desire because Ice unrestrained and wild was an irresistible force of nature. She thrived on his tender loving but craved his raw sexual abandon.

  He was her every fantasy come to life. Silky, jet-black hair that had gotten a bit shaggy, softening his rough-hewn features and intense blue eyes. And that rockin’ body, all sculpted sinew without an ounce of fat. No matter the situation—fighting, playing, or making love—he knew exactly how to use that hot amazing bod to its best advantage.

  A tendril of unease skated along her spine as he advanced on her. She took an involuntary step back. The action had the same effect as running from an enraged bull. Ice surged forward, grabbed her around the waist, and took her down. They landed heavily on the bed, his bulk pinning her beneath him.

  Syn lifted her chin, arched her brow, and stared straight into his eyes, throwing down the gauntlet. Tempting the devil.

  He didn’t just pick it up, he demolished it with a kiss intended not to seduce but to capture her soul. Dominant, demanding, powerful. And it was working. His fingers tangled in her hair, slanting her head, taking command. Taking her. His lips claimed hers, his tongue thrusting and withdrawing, a preview of the sex to come, and her pussy grew desperately wet in anticipation, preparing to receive him. His lips devoured her essence, obliterated reason and resistance. Not that she resisted when it was what she wanted. Needed. To be taken over, consumed until she became an integral part of him. One he couldn’t easily walk away from.

  He stole the breath from her lungs, replaced it with his. Took her cries and passion, returned them threefold. He filled her senses, drugged her with his supremacy, intoxicated her with his potency, turned her wanton and reckless, like an addict, crazed and wanting more. Willing to do anything to get her fill of him.