Invaluable (The Trident Code Book 2)

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by Alana Albertson


  “Oh, that feels amazing.” I arched back.

  “You taste incredible, baby.” I bit my lip, wanting him to continue.

  He licked and licked, first around the edges then focusing on my clit, and I shuddered. His tongue felt divine. I was so wet, so ready for him, I sat back up and pulled his head up. Tingles spread throughout my body, liquid fire traveling in my veins. I wanted my mouth on him. Craved tasting him. I wanted to drop to my knees and give him the same incredible pleasure he had just given me.

  But he quickly took control, producing an enormous grin and wagging a finger at me. Tease. The anticipation was killing me. He pulled out a condom, rolled it on his thick cock, and pressed me back on the bed.

  My eyes closed. “Please, Kyle.”

  “Look at me, I want you to look at me, Sara.”

  He pressed into me, ever so gradually, inch by inch as I gasped. His expression darkened as he slammed into me. “Oh, God.”

  Once he was deeply inside of me, I grasped his ass, never wanting to be apart from him again. But he wasn’t moving. “Do you need me to move?” God, yes. To prove his point, he rotated his hips, his dick licking my walls. The man was pure evil but in the best possible way.

  I nodded franticly. “Say it, Sara.”

  “Yes!” I purred. He cradled my face and kissed me as he pumped, deeper and deeper, faster until I was thrashing on the bed. I would never get enough of him. He broke from my mouth and chuckled and went faster, deeper.

  I was so close to coming and I knew Kyle could sense it but he slowed the pace as my orgasm built deep inside me. No! He took me by surprise when he brought a hand down and pressed the pad of his thumb on my clit. “I’m willing to bet you want me to move this as well?”

  I was ready to explode and grew impatient. Bringing my own hand down, I set it over his. “Either you move or I will,” I threatened on a hurried breath.

  “Actually, I like that idea. Pleasure yourself,” he teased, then shocked me by sinking in me. My fingers worked at the same speed as his cock was pleasuring me. Pulse after pulse of pleasure rippled through my body as he pounded me hard one last time and I came so fucking hard I almost blacked out. My legs twitched and I basked in the love I saw in his eyes.

  He pulled out of me and I dropped my hand, which felt numb and tingly now. And he rolled onto his back and held me in his arms, so tightly, our wet bodies plastered together.

  “I love you, Sara.”

  “I love you, too.”

  I had a feeling that from that night on, if he was in the country, we would never spend a night apart again. We lay back and gasped, air expelling from our lungs as we tried to catch our breaths.

  “Welcome home, Kyle.”

  Epilogue

  Next December, Camp Rhino, Afghanistan

  Pat, Vic, and I stood awaiting the USO tour plane. A year ago, I stood at this same place, no idea my life would change when that same plane landed.

  Pat punched my arm. “You sure?”

  “Never been surer about anything in my life,” I answered confidently.

  I clutched the ring in my right pocket. Even though I still had substantial wealth left over from my football days, I never flaunted it. And besides that one amazing night back in San Diego, I’d never spent recklessly.

  But I broke that rule when it came to her ring.

  I’d called a jeweler I knew back in my ball days and he helped me design a custom ring. A five-carat, flawless stunner. It was perfect, just like Sara.

  Our year had gone smoother than I’d expected it to. We rarely argued, she was patient and didn’t complain about the time I spent away from her at training or deployments. I had to give it to her. I was the one that moaned and groaned on occasion about our time apart. I missed her so fucking much. She’d moved into my place in August and we’d followed into a rhythm.

  But I’d been lying to her. I kept telling her I didn’t want to get married. Not until I was out of the Teams. She hadn’t nagged me, but clearly made her feelings known that she wanted to get married.

  Last year she’d shocked the hell out of me and it was time I returned the favor.

  The plane touched down and Sara was the first off. No surprise there. We hadn’t seen each other in three months. She ran into my arms and I swung her around.

  On cue, Maya began to film the moment. I’d contacted her a week ago. I’d been a bit worried that she’d spill my secret, but she swore that she would keep quiet.

  Sara’s eyes grew to the size of saucers when I set her back down and knelt in front of her, taking her hand in mine.

  “Sara,” I began.

  Before I could say the next word, she screamed. “Oh my god, Kyle. Oh my god!”

  I opened the box. “You saved me. I love you so much. Baby, will you marry me?”

  “Yes! Oh my god, yes!” she squealed, and I placed the ring on her finger.

  No sooner had I done that when Maya grabbed Sara’s hand out of mine. “Damn, look at that rock. Nicely done, Kyle. Congrats, Sara.”

  I cleared my throat. “Uh, Maya?”

  “Sorry, I got a little happy. I’m still recording though. I zoomed in on that baby.” Laughing, I focused my attention back on Sara. She was all smiles. And surprised. Mission accomplished.

  “I didn’t think you wanted to get married! You kept saying how happy you were with the way things were. What changed your mind?”

  “You, baby. You.”

  The other girls swarmed her and she showed off her ring.

  I pulled her away, cupping her face and kissing those lips I couldn’t get enough of. After I was satisfied with the kiss since she looked drunk with anticipation of what the kiss would lead to, I took her hand and pulled her with me as I walked backward. “Where are we going?”

  “To my barracks room. You’re not getting out of my sight this time.”

  STAY TUNED FOR INFALLIBLE

  TRIDENT CODE #3

  Vic’s Story

  Coming Summer 2017

  Author’s Note

  Thank you for reading my book.

  If you liked it, would you please consider leaving a review? Invaluable

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  Infallible

  Trident Code #3

  I’ll be honest with you—I’m not perfect. Sure, I live my life by the code. Honor, integrity, loyalty. I’m a lover, I’m a fighter. There’s a line we say in BUD/S: Clarity is in the eyes, love is in the heart, and fear is in the mind. I’m a mother fucking Navy SEAL—I'm invincible, invaluable, infallible. But behind all the machismo and hype, I’m a simple man . . . all I really want is a woman to claim as mine.

  A summer affair—washed away with the ebb and flow of the tides. I met her on dog beach—flowing red hair, full breasts, hypnotic scent. After we made love in the sand, I pretended that she was mine forever—that she would be faithful while I was gone, supportive of my career, loving to my daughter.

  But we’d built our relationship on lies—I’d never told her I was a SEAL, she’d kept her past hidden from me. She’d had a man, if you could call him that. He was cruel, abusive, controlling. She’d fled, determined to start a new life, but he’d found her, and would stop at nothing to get her back—dead or alive.

  But he didn’t count on meeting me. I am the person who everyone knows will lay down my life for someone else. Failure is not an option. I lived by the sword, would die by the sword. I may not be perfect, but I am perfect for her.

  Also by Alana Albertson

  Want more romance?

  Love Navy SEALS?

  Meet Pat! I had one chance to put on the cape and be her hero. Invincible

  Meet Kyle! I’ll never win MVP, never get a championship ring, but some heroes don’t play games. Invaluable

  Meet Grant! She wants to get wild? I will fulfill her every fantasy. Conceit, Chronic, Craz
ed, Carnal, Crave, Consume, Covet

  Meet Shane! I’m America’s cockiest badass. Badass (co-written with Linda Barlow)

  Love Marines?

  Meet Grady! With tattooed arms sculpted from carrying M-16s, this bad boy has girls begging from sea to shining sea to get a piece of his action. Beast

  Meet Bret! He was a real man—muscles sculpted from carrying weapons, not from practicing pilates. Grunt

  Love demons?

  Who’s haunting America’s favorite ballet? Snow Queen

  Acknowledgments

  I WOULD LIKE TO THANK my husband, Roger for supporting all my dreams. Thank you for being such a wonderful husband to me and the best daddy to our sons. For watching the boys while I write. For keeping me caffeinated and fed during late night writing sessions. I love you.

  To Nicole Blanchard. I would’ve quit this book 1000 times if it wasn’t for you. Thank you for not allowing me to give up.

  I would like to thank my editor, Marilyn Medina for breaking through the block on this book. Your astute edits saved this book!

  To Indie Sage Promotions for handling all the promotion for the book.

  To all the fans who have written me about Invaluable and asked about Kyle’s story. Thank you for all your support

  About the Author

  ALANA ALBERTSON IS the former President of Romance Writers of America’s Contemporary Romance Chapter. She holds a M.Ed. from Harvard and a BA in English from Stanford. A recovering professional ballroom dancer, she lives in San Diego, California, with her husband, two young sons, and five dogs. When she’s not saving dogs from high kill shelters through her rescue Pugs N Roses, she can be found watching episodes of House Hunters, Homeland, or Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team.

  For more information:

  www.alanaalbertson.com

  [email protected]

 

 

 


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