Sweetheart for the SEAL

by Alexis Abbott

  I take in her scent, the taste of her on my lips, the feeling of her body heat— all of it makes me feel so whole and fulfilled that I don’t know how I resisted it for these four long years alone I had out there.

  Her hand moves around to the back of my neck, and she feels the short hair on my head as I slide one of my hands around to her back. It wanders up her shirt, feeling her smooth backside before reaching her bra and unhooking it. As soon as it’s free, I help her pull her shirt and bra off entirely, and I look at her with a hungry gaze.

  My shirt comes off next, giving her a view of my naked chest that makes her blush. It gives me pride to know all the hard work I’ve put into it pays off in a better way than I ever could have imagined when I was doing endless pull-ups and crunches in training.

  Maintaining my body is a way of life, and it’s not one that I’ll ever put down— especially not when Crystal looks at me like that.

  I descend on her, pinning her between me and the couch as my hands go to her chest and my mouth goes to her neck. I tease the soft skin and lavish it with attention, hearing the moans coming from her as I electrify her body with my touch. I bite her neck gently as we grind against each other on the couch. Her thigh feels my cock pressed against it so that she can know what kind of effect she has on me. I control her exactly as much as I want, steering her hips on the couch and positioning her legs wherever I please.

  I unbutton her pants and help her out of them, leaving her naked before me. In short order, I strip the rest of my body too, leaving all our clothes and gear in a pile before the couch. My cock is stiff and bulging for her, and when she wraps her hand around it and starts stroking it up and down, it feels like heaven.

  “You have no idea how much I missed this,” she says in a tone heavy with desire. I reach down and stroke her hair, staring into her eyes as the golden locks thread around my fingers.

  “Every night I was alone,” I say, “I wished you were at my side. Sometimes, I even dreamed about it. It was so vivid. I felt like you were there, somehow.” I don’t know why I’m telling her this, or maybe I do. I don’t know. I’ve spent the past four years suppressing my emotions, being trained to be as machine-like as possible, only following orders and being able to make tactical decisions.

  But all that repression only made my love for Crystal grow stronger. It’s proof that I won’t be able to keep up the military life forever— a lover’s heart is beating too strong inside me. And when someone like Crystal is right here in front of me reminding me of that, it’s all the more overwhelming.

  I fall upon her again, holding her close to me and exploring her body with my hands. My cock rests against her lips. She’s already wet. I let it slide back and forth against the outside of it, and she moans, shivering under the sensation rippling through her whole body.

  “There were so many nights here where all I could think about was you,” she whispers as I kiss her neck. “You were like a ghost, but you were right there with me all along.”

  I start grinding against her pussy almost on impulse, hips moving back and forth with nothing but pure desire driving me. It simply feels good to be so close to her like this, naked on a couch, exploring each other and enjoying the feeling of each other’s bodies. I feel my cock pulse, and I let out a husky groan. Her soft body is so irresistible that it makes my head spin.

  “We might not have much time,” I growl into her ear. “I need to be in you. Now.”

  My primal lust seems to excite her, and she nods her head quickly.

  “On your knees,” I order her, and she obeys, turning around and resting her arms on the arm of the couch while looking back at me as she arches her back to show me her ass.

  She treats me to such a sight that I feel like I’m looking at her for the first time again. Her round ass points up at me, wet pussy tempting me beyond my control. I reach out and run my hands up and down her curves, letting out another groan of pure desire before I kneel on the couch and position myself just the way I want to.

  The next moment, I thrust into her.

  Instantly, she draws a sharp breath and lets out a squeak in surprise as the bulging, swollen crown of my cock fills her up and slides through her hot, wet pussy, all along the front of her inner walls and tormenting her g-spot. I start rocking back and forth, relentlessly assaulting that spot as I take hold of her hips and find a good grip.

  I start bucking into her immediately. My arms and hips work together like a refined machine, powerful thighs holding me up as I dig into the couch and pound her against it. My balls are swollen and in desperate need of release. They felt just like I did that night at the graduation party, when I fucked Crystal so hard I put a baby into her. This feels like that, so right, so primal and good. I want more of this, as much as I can get.

  The way I want Crystal is something I’ve thought of so much. Our skin gets hot as we fuck on the couch, every new thrust bringing waves of heat rippling through my body. It wells up in my shaft, and every few thrusts, I feel my shaft pulse from the thick midsection to the base, then up through my body. Tension is leaving me in droves.

  I am used to feeling powerful. I’m not the kind of man who brags, but my training has made me into the kind of human being who can survive anything Mother Nature can throw at him, as well as just about anything that could happen in a hand-to-hand fight. All the while, though, I remember to stay humble, to know that I can falter just like anyone else.

  Being inside Crystal is different.

  She makes me feel invincible.

  My tight, virile balls swing under us as I rut into her faster and faster. I can hear her panting, leaning against the couch’s arm and arching her back as best as she can as she takes it. The more we wear each other out, the better it feels. The adrenaline pumping through our veins makes this feel like pure bliss, and there’s no end in sight.

  There’s a feeling that comes over me when I’ve found just the right spot to buck into her, just the perfect way to make her knees go weak and her mouth fall open. When I find it, I tighten my grip on her hips and start going at it relentlessly, and that primal, base desire to keep pounding like that touches on something so pure and bestial inside me that neither of us can stop.

  I feel her whole body starting to tense up, and knowing she’s about to come makes me go at her all the harder— but I’m not anywhere near my own release. She tries to let out a cry, but her voice cracks, and the faintest sliver of a squeak escapes her before her whole body melts and trembles as the orgasm devastates her. She collapses against the arm of the couch, and I slow down my rutting as I feel her pussy pulse around my cock.

  I slowly slide out of her and flip her limp body over to let her look up at me with that blushing face.

  She murmurs something I can barely understand, somewhere between a word and a sigh of satisfaction, and I chuckle as I lean down to her and kiss her. I’m expecting her to be entirely limp and exhausted, but as soon as my lips are on her, she wraps her arms around my neck and leans up into the kiss, groaning in pure desire as our tongues dance together.

  I grab her hips, and she wraps her legs around mine, pushing her hips up as if begging for more. Still locked in a deep, fierce kiss, I bring my hips back and slide the tip of my cock into her pussy again.

  She lets out a single whimper of anticipation before I thrust into her.

  The ragged, heady sigh she lets out tells me everything I need to know. I pick up her left leg and drape it over my left shoulder, angling her away from the back of the couch as I scoop her half off the couch. She clings to the arm, still, like a support beam, and her eyes go down to the sight of my thick shaft impaling her pussy.

  She was already blushing, but with her eyes locked onto that, she looks like she’s just run a marathon. I waste no time in picking up the pace again, and this time, I use one hand to hold her up while another hand goes to her breast. One of her hands goes to the other, and soon, she has to let her head fall back on the arm of the couch to revel in the pure, unr
estrained feeling I’m lavishing her with.

  My hips pick up pace and start getting piston-like again, ramming into her and feeling the parts of her I’ve learned to give attention to. Her body speaks to me, and if I listen, I can reward it just the way she deserves. I want to give her everything, let her feel everything, fulfill her in this part of her life in every way that I can.

  I lose myself in the softness of her ass and everything about her— her scent, the sound of her moaning voice, everything. I would go on forever if I didn’t feel her start to tense up again under me. This time, I know I have to finish with her.

  This devastating storm is just about the only thing on the planet that could hope to tear us apart when we want to be with each other, and even so, it isn’t doing a very good job of it.

  My whole body starts to well up with desire and lust as I let myself start to draw closer to release. Crystal’s body writhes under me, but I have complete control over her. I hold her still, making her take everything I’m subjecting her to, and the sounds of her gasps become more delighted with each one.

  Finally, her mouth falls open, frozen, and I let myself spill over the edge.

  My orgasm wells up in me like a storm, and when it releases, it spreads to every muscle of my body, making me feel so fulfilled, warm, and relaxed that I let a ragged groan out from my chest while my cock fills her up completely. Pulse after pulse of my thick, white seed empties into her while she comes. Our bodies twitch and go weak, and soon, we’re basking in each other’s afterglow.

  We stare at each other, panting, glistening with sweat while I’m buried deep inside her.

  “I thought I’d never forget what you were like,” I whisper down to her in a husky tone, “but you keep surprising me, baby.”

  She smiles, then gasps as I slide out of her carefully. She’s so overwhelmed that she can barely get herself together while we clean ourselves up and get dressed again.

  But just as I’m pulling my shirt back on, something catches my attention.

  “Coordinates are . . . I repeat, we are in Nag’s Head, at the-”

  “What the hell is that?” Crystal asks, suddenly terrified, and I know exactly why.

  The voice that reached our ears is Jake’s.

  I look around wildly, ready to kill a man with my bare hands, but my eyes focus on the radio at the far end of the basement. I approach it and start fiddling with the frequency to get a clearer signal before the voice crackles through.

  “Again, this is Jake Johnson, I’m a resident at 215 Blue Sound Lane. I have a three-year-old child with me, and we’re fleeing an armed and dangerous man. If the Coast Guard is listening, please, send help! We’re trapped at our house by the storm!”

  Both our jaws have dropped. Jake isn’t just fleeing— he’s trying to tell the Coast Guard I’m the villain, between the two of us. But there’s no way in hell Jake could have expected we’d be listening to the radio when he broadcasted this message. I turn to look at a terrified Crystal, but my face isn’t worried. In fact, I have a wicked smile on my face.

  Because he just told us two things: exactly where he is, and the fact that he’s still on the island.

  “We’ve got him.”

  Crystal

  “We have to go now!” I insist, getting up and hastily pulling on my clothes. I grab my shorts and start pulling them on, limping as I get one leg through the hole and lose my balance. Duncan is still staring at the radio in surprise— well, maybe not surprise so much as rage. His beautiful green eyes, so remarkably similar to our daughter’s eyes, are darkened with anger. He’s squinting at the radio so intensely that I wonder if somehow Jake can feel it through the airwaves. Like a telepathic punch to the jaw or something.

  “Yes. We need to get going,” Duncan answers abruptly, standing up and reaching for his clothes. “Don’t worry. I am not going to let this fucker get away. And neither will the storm. The stupid asshole must have gotten spooked. I bet he’s regretting his actions now; it’s got to be even more stressful trying to survive a storm when you have a three-year-old hostage.”

  “I hate hearing him even mention her,” I admit, wrinkling my nose. “The idea of that man touching my daughter, talking to her… it makes me want to be sick.”

  “I know. It’s difficult. But we have to be aware that it’s a good thing he mentioned her over the radio. That’s a good sign, even if we hate hearing it. That means she is still alive and under his control. In a natural disaster like this, it’s all too easy for children to get lost and separated from their guardians,” Duncan points out rather morbidly. My stomach lurches.

  “Oh god. That’s a horrifying thought,” I murmur as I fasten my bra clasps. “But I guess you’re right. I just hope he hasn’t hurt her during the time she’s been with him. Oh, my poor baby. She’s got to be so scared right now.”

  “Well, think of it this way: Dakota knows Jake as her neighbor, right?” Duncan asks.

  “Yeah,” I answer, nodding as I pull my shirt on over my head.

  “Then she probably trusts him to some degree. Of course, you and I both know he’s a massive creep and a stalker, but Dakota probably doesn’t have any idea about that. She’s three. She still finds most adults inherently trustworthy. Besides, I bet he’s fed her some cockamamie story about you giving him permission to abscond with her,” he explains.

  I lace up my tennis shoes, shuddering to myself. I can so clearly imagine it: Jake kneeling down to Dakota’s level to tell her, Your mommy said it’s okay to trust me.

  It makes me so sick and so angry I could almost scream. But I remind myself to hold onto that rage, save it up to unleash upon the one person who truly deserves my wrath.

  Now that we’re both fully dressed, Duncan takes me by the hand and we make our way back up the staircase. He finagles the basement door open and we walk back through the ritzy house. There’s a strange, unearthly glow radiating through the windows, and I realize that it’s the weird combination of the rising moon and lightning. It’s growing oddly quiet outside as we make our way through the house, not the constant crash and rumble there was before. Rain is still falling, and I find myself doubly grateful for the truck being under a carport so we don’t have to re-soak ourselves, but it’s getting softer by the minute. As we climb into the bench seat of the vintage truck, Duncan looks around with a stony face.

  “What is it?” I ask, trying to hold back my impatience. I wanted to get a move on before Jake could have a chance to change his mind and get back on the road with my daughter.

  “I think the eye of the storm is passing over,” he replies quietly.

  My heart skips a beat. “Oh. That’s not good, is it?”

  He shrugs. “It is what it is. For now, it’s okay. In fact, we can use this to our advantage. It will be easier to get to our destination as long as we move quickly,” he says, turning the ignition so that the slightly waterlogged engine coughs back to life. He backs the truck out, pulls a tight turnaround, and the truck goes barreling down the long driveway toward the road. I hold onto the edge of the seat with one hand and reach over to grab Duncan’s hand with my other. The truck rumbles over the gravel and skids onto the highway, which is still flooded, but hasn’t gotten much worse, at least.

  We ride along for a while in silence as my mind races in wild directions. All I can think about is Kota. I imagine her shivering and soaked down to the bone, her curly blonde hair plastered down on her head, her big green eyes full of fear. Jake doesn’t know how to care for a child. I doubt he knows how to care for anyone or anything, actually. He’s a bad man, and I can’t wait to scoop my baby out of his evil grasp.

  “It’s not far from here,” I remark, feeling my insides squirm at the thought of actually confronting Jake. Before I can stop myself, the words on my mind come falling out. “Duncan, what if Jake has a weapon?”

  Duncan gives my hand a squeeze. “We’ll figure it out. I promise. I have dealt with much more dangerous men than Jake Johnson.”

  I nod
, still biting my lip nervously. Then, just before my mind can zone out into worry again, Duncan slams on the brakes and the truck hydroplanes several feet. I cry out in fear and grasp at the seat, confused as to what’s going on. Then I crane my neck and look over the front of the truck to see that the road is almost totally washed out by a fast-rushing pool of flood water. It looks deep enough to swim in. My heart plummets.

  “Oh my god,” I mutter. “What do we do?”

  Duncan looks contemplative, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “We have to cross somehow,” he says. “This is the only way. And we’re so close. We can’t turn around and go searching for another route now.”

  “But how? The water is so deep,” I emphasize anxiously.

  “I know. And there’s no way the truck can get through these waters,” he agrees. “That water will destroy this truck. But luckily, it belongs to Jake, so I don’t give a damn if it sinks or not. All that matters to me is getting as far as we can. So, here’s what we’re going to do…”

  He opens the driver side and steps out into the shallower part of the water, where the murky water nearly rises up to his thighs. He gestures for me to come sliding out. “What am I doing?” I ask as he reaches for me. Duncan scoops me into his arms, carrying me like a princess around to the back of the truck. He gently lifts me up into the bed of the truck.

  “You stay here. I’m going to try and float us across the best I can,” he says, wading back to get into the cabin of the truck. He cranks both the side windows down and revs the engine, rolling the truck forward into the deeper, filthy water. The engine splutters and whines, but Duncan doesn’t let up on the gas. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins as we begin the trek across. It’s only about twenty or thirty feet, but I know that trying to swim our way across would be fraught with danger, not to mention the fact that it would take us a long time. There’s an identifiable current washing to the right, and it would be difficult to fight that.