Covertly Strong (The Strong Series Book 1)

by N. A. Alcorn

  As she continues to stroke his cock with one hand, massage his balls with the other, and run her tongue up and down his shaft, the sounds of enjoyment that release from his lips are music to her ears.

  Sloan’s lips trace every inch of his hard, veined cock. She savors the inherently male taste that invades her mouth, a taste that is uniquely Nix, a taste she refuses to go another decade and a half without having. Her eyes gaze up into his and she finds him watching her with rapt attention.

  His jaw tightens as the crown of his shaft becomes harder—if that’s even possible. Blue eyes exude pure heat as his impending climax begins to blaze through him. She takes him deep as he shouts her name, his hands gripping her hair and his hips pumping in wild unrestraint.

  God, she loves doing that to him. She loves seeing him come undone beneath her as he finishes inside her mouth. Sloan could do that to him every single day of the week for the next two hundred years and never tire of it.

  “You win. You fucking win,” he rasps out as he struggles to catch his breath.

  Sloan slides up his body, straddling his hips and wrapping her hands around his neck. Her fingers run softly through his hair. A small laugh escapes her throat as Nix rests his head against the headboard, visibly worked over.

  “Never doubt my mad blow job skills,” she responds with amusement.

  Doubt? No fucking way. He actually finds himself wishing he could give her a Congressional Medal of Honor for that phenomenal blow job. She has more than gone beyond the call of duty.

  “Who said I doubted them? I’ve never doubted your beautiful mouth’s abilities...” He pauses, rethinking his angle. “Actually, I think I might still have some doubts. You should probably let that mouth of yours make me a believer again.” His eyebrows waggle jokingly.

  “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

  He places a hard, smacking kiss on her unsuspecting mouth. “Only for you, baby.”

  She laughs wholeheartedly. “So what’s the plan for today? You have another three days until I ship out and I’m hoping you’ll find a way to keep me sated until I return from Guadalajara.”

  The idea of her leaving the country makes his chest ache and has flashes of his nightmare rolling around inside his brain. That horrible fucking nightmare…

  It was just a nightmare, right? Yes, it wasn’t real… It was just a stupid dream.

  He chooses to push those terrible thoughts out of his head and just enjoy this time with her.

  “So now you’re challenging me? My oh my, have the tides turned, little lady.”

  She only laughs and nods her head in response.

  “Well, first, I’m going to carry your perfect ass into the shower, bury my face between your legs, and then fuck you until neither of us can walk, but after that, we have a concert to go to.”

  Her eyes perk up in curiosity. “A concert?”

  “Out of the three things I just said, you only become curious on the word ‘concert’?” Nix retorts with a chuckle. “You’re not the least be excited about my ah-mazing pussy-eating skills or the fact that I’m going to fuck you in every position possible?”

  “Aw, did I hurt your ego?” she questions with a mocking tone as her lips brush against his. “I have no doubt that you will rock my fucking world once we step foot into that shower.”

  Nix smirks. “I guess that’s a little better.” He feigns a frustrated sigh. “And to answer your question, yes, we’re going to a concert with a few of the guys. Eric Church is in town. You know his music?”

  “Of course I know who Eric Church is! Oh my god! I love him!” she squeals in excitement.

  “Well, good thing I was able to get you an extra ticket.” He laughs as he takes in her enthusiastic reaction. “Now, how about you get that excited about all of the things I’m going to do to you in less than a minute?” he demands as he stands up from the bed, picking her up with ease—as if she’s a mere bag of feathers.

  “Oh my god! I get to see Nixon West’s cock! I fucking love his cock!” she shouts, her russet eyes filled with humor.

  A loud smack on her ass is the only response she gets from him as he throws her over his shoulder and carries her caveman style into the bathroom.

  Staying true to his word, he buries his face between her legs and works her over with his mouth until she is shaking and begging for his cock. And after that, he fucks her in every way possible inside his shower until he has her screaming his name so loud he’s pretty certain the entire apartment complex heard her.

  Perfect fucking start to the day.

  A FEW HOURS LATER, SLOAN finds herself in Nix’s Jeep, surrounded by hot Navy SEAL pheromones. That’s right—not only is she lucky enough to attend the Eric Church concert with Nix, she also has the pleasure of hanging out with Julian, Slade, and Andrew—all three of them gorgeous in their own right.

  Could a girl get any luckier? Probably not.

  She glances at Nix in the driver’s seat and finds him smirking in her direction. “What?” she asks, confused.

  He chuckles lightly at the expression on her face. “Nothing, sweetheart. Turn on some music.”

  “Yeah, sweetheart. Turn on some music!” Julian shouts from the back seat. He’s seated in the middle of Andrew and Slade. The three men look far too large to be squished together in such a confined space.

  “Hey now!” Sloan yells back towards him. “Just because y’all think you’re badass SEALs doesn’t mean you can boss me around. Don’t make me come back there and knock your cocky ass around, Julian,” she warns with a devious smile.

  “Do it!” Andrew and Slade taunt simultaneously.

  “Oh please bring that fine ass back here and slap me around. It would be my fucking pleasure to experience that,” Julian responds as he leans up towards the front seat and winks suggestively.

  “Knock it off, goat fuck,” Nix retorts with mild amusement.

  This only spurs Julian’s need to be a complete wiseass further. “Ohhhh, Boss is getting riled up because I’m macking on his girl.”

  “You’re such a jackass,” Nix replies on a laugh as he shakes his head.

  While the cavemen continue to banter back and forth, she decides to teach them a lesson. Sloan has no qualms with choosing the girliest shit just to drive them crazy. She plays Bulls On Parade by Rage Against The Machine to tide them over, but her devious mind has other plans. Her fingers scroll through the playlists on her phone, finding the perfect songs. There isn’t a woman alive who can deny that occasionally jamming out to old-school Madonna is one of the best things ever, and there isn’t a doubt in Sloan’s mind that all four of these alpha males would rather tear their eardrums out than listen to Like A Virgin.

  Her devilish grin catches Nix’s attention as his Jeep comes to a stop behind the long line of traffic waiting to enter the venue. “What are you up to over there?”

  “Nothing,” she whispers quietly, desperately trying to hide the giggles that threaten to spill from her lips.

  “This traffic fucking blows!” Slade shouts in exasperation from the back seat.

  “Dude, chill the fuck out. Stop acting like a little bitch,” Andrew jokes.

  “Fuck off, Barringer,” Slade retorts in irritation.

  Andrew laughs in response. “Damn. I had no idea you were so easy to rile up, vagina-dick.”

  Sloan rolls her eyes at the barrage of insults hurled between the testosterone-filled men. It’s obvious that cramped quarters aren’t the best idea for them—their larger-than-life egos apparently need their space.

  Despite the continual rowdy atmosphere that remains behind her, she continues her search for the perfect play list. She peeks out the passenger’s window and notices a car full of young girls in a convertible, knowing immediately that they will enjoy her next song choice. Turning up the volume as high as it will go, Sloan sits back and waits for the annoyed reactions that will soon commence.

  The first lyrics of Madonna’s Into the Groove blare, the ‘80s techno-like
rhythm vibrating the speakers.

  She can hardly hold the laughter that threatens to burst from her lips. Her head bobs to the music as her fingers tap against the passenger’s side door.

  “What. The. Fuck!” Julian shouts from behind her. “Seriously, Felicia? What the fuck is this shit?”

  Slade reiterates Julian’s frustration. “My eardrums are bleeding! Turn this off!”

  Andrew and Nix seem to be the only two who find this entire scenario amusing. Sloan continues to dance and belt out the beginning lyrics. She throws her head back in laughter when she hears another colorful comment of irritation spout from Julian’s mouth.

  The music starts to feed her soul as she remembers listening to this very song while driving around Hawaii with her old friend Stephanie Munn. She can’t contain herself, eventually hops out of the passenger’s side, and begins dancing to the music around the crowd of stopped traffic, singing her heart out.

  The girls in the convertible start to cheer her on and, within a few seconds, join her. Four crazy women dance around to Madonna—their hands in the air, their hips shaking in a girlish manner. None of them care about the curious stares they’re receiving from the cars surrounding them. They ignore the looks and just dance.

  Nix watches her with rapt attention, her carefree demeanor reminding him so much of the young Sloan he fell in love with. Her little hips and slim waist dance in the most delicious way as her hands move on their own accord—one serving as her very own personal microphone. Long, brunette waves sway back and forth across her shoulders as she continues to be the most adorable thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

  Her eyes find his as she sings, “Now I know you’re mine,” with her hand on her chest and breathtaking smile encompassing her gorgeous face. She attempts a wink in his direction, but it’s all kinds of awkwardness. Nix internally laughs, loving the fact that she has still never mastered the art of sexy winks. He remembers a teenage Sloan trying her damndest to wink and failing miserably. She was always so fucking adorable. Hell, she still is.

  His heart expands and threatens to burst at the seams. He can’t deny the love he feels for her, and he can’t stop that love from growing tenfold as he watches her have fun—dancing around and giggling with a group of complete strangers. Her outgoing, lovable personality only proves its innate power by drawing the attention of nearly every car around them.

  God, I love that woman. From her brown cowgirl boots to her perfect ass covered in frayed denim shorts that reveal her long, toned legs. To her beautiful face with those full, pink lips that are highlighted by perfectly enchanting eyes. There is no denying that he loves every little thing about her.

  Julian leans up towards the front of the cab and whispers, “That’s her, isn’t it? That’s Meli.”

  There has always been a mystery that’s surrounded Nix’s tattoo—the one and only tattoo he’s ever marked his body with. Every single guy of Black Mamba has questioned the meaning and exactly who that inscription was for at least a thousand times. The jokes and cajoling that were tossed in his direction were practically endless during BUD/S training. He’s never told anyone about Sloan, but he’s owned up to a few things in regards to the tattoo. His brothers only knew three things about the infamous Meli: One, it is a reminder of someone very special to him. Two, that someone is in fact a woman. And three, she’s the only woman he’s ever really loved.

  Nix peers back at Julian, a knowing smile cresting his mouth. “Yeah. That’s her,” he admits as his eyes find their way back to her. He doesn’t want to miss a moment of seeing this carefree Sloan in action. It is such a rare occurrence in her current life, and he can’t help but feel infinitely thankful for being able to witness it.

  Her breathtaking smile, her carefree demeanor—all of it grips at his heart with a fierce hold.

  I love her, his heart whispers softly.

  Sloan is the center of his universe. She makes everything else just fade away…

  They are currently standing in the lawn area of the venue. The best place to hang out, drink beer, and enjoy The Church Choir rock-out. Sloan is surrounded by four too-sexy-for-their-own-good men who seem to have this inherent ability to pull the attention of every female in a ten-mile radius. Each one is sporting a nice week’s worth of facial hair, dressed casually in cargo shorts and T-shirts—clothes that still manage to show off their undeniably fantastic physiques.

  Yeah, any woman would find herself stealing appreciative glances in their direction. Their loud banter and bigger-than-life personalities make them stand out from the crowd. The men want to be them and the women undoubtedly want to be with them…or under them.

  Sloan can’t help the feeling of pride that fills her veins as Nix pulls her against his chest, wrapping his arms snuggly around her slim waist. His chin rests comfortably on her shoulder as he sings the lyrics of Broken Record into her ear.

  Girl, your love’s a drug. I can’t quit it.

  A loving smile shines from her face as he continues to sing into her ear, and she moves her hips with his to the addicting beat of the song. The way he is with her—the way he always finds a way to make her feel like she’s the only person he has eyes for in the entire world —has her nearly breathless and her heart threatening to soar its way out of her chest.

  I'm a broke record, a broke record.

  You've got my heart-heart skip-skip-skipping a beat

  “Jesus, get a fucking room, bro!” Julian yells in their direction with a sarcastic tone.

  Nix flips him the middle finger as he turns her body towards his, his muscular form encompasses her petite frame in a warm embrace. His fingers find their way to her chin, lifting her eyes to his.

  With a hitch in her breath and a flutter of her long lashes, she gazes into his cerulean blues with nothing but love and desire. He’s what’s been missing in her life for so many years. He’s everything and she knows she can’t go back to a life without him in it. Sure, it’s bound to stir up an inevitable shitstorm considering her current career, but he’s worth it. He’s worth everything.

  Nix has Sloan reevaluating what she used to consider were the top priorities in her life. For the first time in a long time, she is hopeful for the possibilities that lie ahead. She’s hopeful for the future. She’s hopeful for more—more with Nix.

  He places a soft kiss upon her lips and she savors the taste of him.

  Nothing tastes better than Nix. Nothing.

  She feels his tongue sliding across the seam of her lips, begging entrance. She allows him to lick inside her mouth and press his hot, muscular body against hers. His strong hands find her ass, squeezing each cheek with nothing short of enthusiasm. He growls into her mouth as her hands sneak their way up his chest and pay homage to his hair by pulling tightly on the strands, forcing his body against hers—allowing zero room between them.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re killing me,” he mutters into her mouth. “You keep this up and I swear to everything that is holy that I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and show you just how worked up you’re getting me. My cock isn’t going to behave himself much longer…” he trails off as he pulls away, eyeing her with feigned exasperation.

  She leans up on her tiptoes, placing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Is this another challenge, Lieutenant?” she questions quietly into his ear, her tongue snaking past her lips and licking along his neck.

  He grabs both of her hands, holding them hostage behind her back, his relentless blue eyes staring down into hers. “My woman is insatiable and I fucking love it,” he responds on a chuckle before leaning in to whisper softly against her mouth. “But I’m not going to find a dark place just so we can sneak in a quickie. You’re going to wait, sweetheart, because I have plans for you. And my plans include long, slow, and deep.”

  He emphasized each word in the sexiest voice she’s ever heard.

  “I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside that perfect pussy of yours that we won’t know where I end and you begin. It’ll be h
ours—maybe even days—until I’m done with you. And the only reason I’ll stop is because your body will be shaking so badly from coming on my cock so many times that you’ll be begging me to stop.”

  Yes, please! her mind shouts in agreement, but her voice is caught in her throat somewhere behind the burning desire to jump his bones and climb up his delectable body like a spider monkey.

  With her jaw nearly going unhinged and her panties damp from the dirty words he just whispered into her ear, Sloan manages to force air into her lungs and merely nod in understanding. This man, this ridiculously sexy man, just left her speechless and overwhelmingly turned on at just the mere idea of the things he has planned.

  And she can’t fucking wait.

  “Now, let’s finish watching this kick-ass concert,” he demands as he turns her back towards the stage and wraps his arms around her waist.

  “You’re pure evil, you know that?” she questions quietly as she tilts her eyes up in his direction.

  He merely smirks in response.

  Damn, he knows how to get her worked up.

  Sloan’s train of thought eventually finds its way back to the amazing concert.

  Eric Church belts out some of her favorite songs in his famous country twang. She sings along with the crowd and relishes in the time she gets to spend wrapped up in the arms of Nix. He continues to sing into her ear and rock her hips with his, occasionally placing sweet kisses on her cheek, her neck, and her forehead.

  His swoon-worthy points shoot up by the second.

  When encore begins to play, she finds herself more than amused by the enthusiastic shouts that come out of all four SEALs’ mouths. They’re singing along to The Outsiders as if it’s their very own theme song. All four of them cheer-sing to each other with their plastic cups of domestic beers they sing together in unison. She laughs when she notices that they are drawing attention from everyone around them.

  As Sloan watches Nix, Julian, Slade, and Andrew wrap strong arms around each other’s shoulders and belt out the chorus, she listens intently to the lyrics and finds herself understanding why this song hits home for them. It couldn’t be any more perfect for four men who risk their lives together every single day. They aren’t merely work acquaintances; they are brothers.