SEAL’s Fake Marriage (A Navy SEAL Romance)

by Jordan, Ivy

  “Maybe we can go to Chicago sometime. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind getting snowed in somewhere with you.”

  She snuggles in a little closer. “That doesn't sound so bad. Snowed in, just the two of us and a roaring fire.”

  “And if we couldn't build a fire, we can just snuggle like this for warmth. Naked, of course, for the body heat.

  She shivers at my words and looks up at me. “I don’t think I’d mind that even if we weren’t snowed in,” she whispers.

  My heart stops for a second as the blood rushes to my head. I’m pretty sure that was an invitation, but even still, I lean down tentatively and brush my lips against hers. She responds back immediately, pressing into me, rubbing her little body against mine as we continue to kiss. I pick her up and settle her across my lap, her thighs straddling mine. She moves so her core presses against my dick, begging to be let out of the confines of the dress pants I’m wearing. Her fingers move swiftly to unbutton the shirt I am wearing, and then her hands are running up and down my chest. I reach behind her and unzip her dress, my hands roaming the skin of her back.

  A moan escapes her as she rubs against my erection, and I dip my fingers between her legs, feeling the dampness on the front of her panties. “You’re so wet for me,” I murmur into her ear. I brush my fingers against the lacy fabric, and she moves against them with another moan.

  “Cade...” Her eyes flutter shut and then open to look at me. “I’m... I’m on the pill. I mean...you don’t need a condom, if you don’t want to...” She trails off awkwardly

  I chuckle. “Noted,” I tell her, grabbing her chin between my fingers. I steer her mouth to mine and kiss her, but she pulls back and looks at me nervously.

  “I just mean I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in over a year so...” she trails off again.

  I groan. “Babe, you’re gonna be so tight.” She blushes and looks away. “Hey,” I say, tilting her face back to mine. “I trust you. You don’t have to tell me that stuff.” She wraps her legs around me when I stand. “I’m going to take you to my bedroom and worship you, like I told you that you deserve to be. And don’t you dare stop making any of the noises you were just making, got it?”

  She nods, and I kiss her. It’s heaven to kiss her, our mouths moving as one. I could kiss her for hours and not get bored, I decide. I start to walk, and she presses into me, wrapping her arms around my neck tighter and kissing her way along my neck to my collarbone. I stutter out a breath when she nips me there, and I press her back into the wall.

  I push the sleeves of her dress down her arms to expose her breasts to me. I have one leg wedged between hers, and she’s grinding her pussy against my straining thigh. I bend my head to lavish her tits with some attention, return the little nip, and she gasps before moaning my name. I love every sound she makes, and my memory is flooded with our one night years ago. I want to know if it is everything I remember.

  I readjust my grip on her and step backwards; she presses her breasts to my chest, her nipples rubbing against me as we move. I take the stairs as quickly as I can, desperate to get my hands and mouth on every possible inch of her.

  I stop just outside my bedroom and look at her. “Are you sure?”

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything, Cade.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Serena

  Cade sets me down in front of his bed, and I let my dress fall the rest of the way off my arms and it pools at my feet. I step out of it, left only in a lacy black thong. He steps back and pushes off his dress shirt before unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to his feet, kicking them out of the way. He turns me so my back is pressed to his chest, and he has one arm wrapped around me, the other pushing my hair aside and tilting my head back to him.

  As we kiss, his hand slips from my waist to the front of my panties. I still as one finger teases just under the waistband and then gasp as he delves inside my panties, one thick finger running up my wet slit. He works one finger inside of me and then a second, and I moan loudly as he lazily pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy.

  He brings me close to the edge before pulling back, and I wiggle my ass against his crotch to try and bring him closer. He chuckles as he lets go of me, stepping around in front of me and kneeling. Slowly, he drags my panties down my thighs, leaving a trail of soft kisses that set my skin on fire. I reach for his boxer briefs when he stands, but he escapes and spins me, drawing my back to his front again. I feel his cock straining against his dress pants as I press my ass into him.

  “Serena,” he breathes out with a groan.

  “Please, Cade,” I beg, grabbing his hand and placing it over my wet heat. He dips one finger inside me, and my head rolls back on his chest as his name falls from my lips. I whimper when he removes his finger, but them he is circling my clit. I am so close, and I tell him so. I can feel his smirk as he pumps one finger in and out of me, while he uses the other hand to continue the firm strokes of my clit. I feel my orgasm building, and without warning it bursts as I shout his name.

  “Cade!”

  He withdraws his finger from me and wraps his arm around my waist, taking me over the edge as my hips writhe against him, his thumb pressing my clit.

  “Oh, God,” I moan.

  “I’ve never been so turned on by a woman coming before,” he says close to my ear. I turn and put my arms around his neck, kissing him hotly.

  “Bed,” I tell him, reaching for his underwear again. He escapes me and picks me up, laying me out on the bed instead. I sit up on my elbows to watch as he slowly pulls his underwear off, drinking in every inch of him. Cade flexes, and I whistle before dissolving into giggles as he covers my body with his.

  His cock brushes my opening, and he groans. “So wet for me.”

  “Only you,” I whispered. I reach between us and wrap my hand around him to pump him several times. “I think you’re bigger than last time.”

  “Still the same, I promise.”

  “I don’t know how you’re going to fit.”

  “We figured it out once, we’ll figure it out again.”

  I continue to stroke him as we kiss until Cade’s breath hitches and he pulls back. “If you don’t stop that, I’m going to embarrass myself.”

  I only smile wickedly in response as I move his tip towards my opening and rub it through the slickness, coating his head. His head falls to my shoulder as he groans my name.

  “Cade?”

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “I need you. All of you. Please,” I beg, releasing his cock, but pushing my hips into his.

  “One thing first, though.” He grabs me around the waist and flips us so I am on top of him. I squeal at the suddenness and then gasp as his head grazes my entrance. I slide up and down his dick, coating him with my wetness. I moan at the friction against my clit. He puts a hand on either side of my hips, fingers gripping me tightly as I guide him to my ready opening. He pushes in, and I lean my head back, eyes closed, savoring the feeling as he fills me, inch by glorious inch.

  “You’re so tight, Serena, but so good,” he groans as he pushes into me fully. I gasp at the sensations, and he pauses, giving me a moment to adjust to him. “You’re so perfect,” he says as our eyes meet.

  Slowly, I start to move on him, riding his cock and setting a delicious, yet torturous rhythm.

  “Mmm,” he moans.

  I move my hips in a small circle and Cade groans loudly. “Serena... That feels so good, babe,” he rumbles lowly. I increase my pace, bouncing up and down on his cock. Cade matches me with thrusts of his own, his cock slamming deeper inside me. One hand caresses my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, teasing it into a hard peak. I moan as his other hand finds my clit, massaging his thumb over the swollen bud.

  “Oh God, Cade,” I moan as I feel another orgasm building. He presses his thumb against me, and my vision goes hazy as the orgasm explodes, rolling through me as Cade pumps in and out even harder. One of his hands holds me tightly at the hip
to keep me upright while the other grips my ass as he slams into me deeper. He stills, and then his orgasm rips through him as he pumps in and out.

  “Serena,” he groans as the orgasm subsides. He pulls me down to him for a kiss. He’s still fully in me, and I’m enjoying every minute of it. We’re both covered in a sheen of sweat, and I can feel his heart beating fast. I’m sure he can feel mine pounding, as well. When we pull apart, he reaches into a drawer on the table beside his bed and hands me a tissue. I take it, and he slides out of me. Immediately I miss him inside me and can feel how sticky I am. I go to the bathroom to clean myself up and when I finish, I turn off the light and open the door, finding Cade waiting outside the door for me. He smiles and kisses me before going into the bathroom himself.

  I walk back to his bed and climb in on one side, and when he comes out of the bathroom, he smiles at the sight. He gets in beside me and pulls me against his side. I throw one leg over one of his as I rest my head on his chest. Cade kisses the top of my head and reaches to turn out the light.

  “Promise me one thing?” he says in the darkness.

  “Hmm?”

  “Promise me that you’ll still be here in the morning, that you won’t leave me again.”

  I sit up and look down at him. “I promise, Cade,” I whisper as I lean into kiss him gently. “I’ll be here when you wake up this time.”

  I settle back down beside him, and within minutes, we’re both asleep.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Cade

  When I wake up the next morning, I am immediately disappointed because my arms are not filled with Serena. We had fallen asleep entwined with each other, and I wanted to wake up the same way. I open my eyes fully and turn, smiling when I find her curled up still in bed. I feel a wave of contentment wash over me as I watch her sleep. This is what I wanted to wake up to four years ago. It feels so right, and I’m so happy that she didn't sneak off in the middle of the night and have a cab take her home. She’s here, and it feels like exactly where she belongs.

  I get up as quietly as I can so that I don’t wake her and find a pair of jogging pants and an old t-shirt in a drawer to throw on. I head downstairs to the kitchen and begin to root around in the fridge to find something to make us for breakfast. After about fifteen minutes, I hear her footsteps padding into the kitchen. “Good morning,” she says shyly.

  I stop what I am doing and come around to embrace her and kiss her thoroughly. She’s wearing my robe, and I get an eyeful of her breasts where it gapes open. I reach in and tease her nipples into hard peaks.

  She giggles as she steps back from me. “Cade!”

  “What?” I shrug. “I can’t help myself when a gorgeous woman is in front of me, and I know she’s naked under that robe.”

  “What are you making?” she asks, nudging me aside with her hip and moving towards the stove.

  “I was thinking omelets. What do you like in yours?”

  “What do you have?”

  I point at a stack of ingredients on the counter. “Have at it.”

  She looks through what I have pulled out of the fridge and sets aside the ham, a green pepper, an onion, and cheese. She starts to put everything else back in the fridge and looks at me expectantly. “Knife?”

  I pass one to her, and she starts to chop the pepper as I cube the ham. I think to myself that this must be what Tyler means when he calls his marriage domestic bliss. It is nice doing something so simple like making breakfast side by side. I wonder what it would be like to do this every day with Serena and Alan.

  Just as quickly as the thought comes, I push it aside. It’s too soon to be thinking about me and her playing house with her son. Yet the thought feels so right all the same. I grab the onion to refocus my thoughts and begin dicing.

  After we’ve got all the ingredients assembled, I start the omelets while Serena finds strawberries and begins slicing. She pops one into my mouth and goes on tiptoe to kiss me, licking a spot of the strawberry juice that dribbles onto my chin. “Delicious,” she winks before sashaying away. I grab her to pull her back into a kiss. “The omelets are gonna burn if you don’t stop kissing me,” she laughs.

  “I don’t want to stop kissing you, though.”

  “I’m hungry.”

  I huff out a breath dramatically with a playful smile. “Fine, we can eat. But after...” I let my statement trail off, but the implication is clear and Serena blushes. I love when her cheeks pink like that, and I love how easily I can get that reaction out of her.

  She finishes with the strawberries and then hops up on the counter as I work to finish our omelets. I slide my hand up her leg under the robe, and she squirms. “Cade,” she breathes out.

  I wink as I pull my hand away and turn back to our eggs, taking them off the heat and reaching for two plates. “Come on,” I say, tapping her knee as I carry the two plates to the table. She hops down, grabs her strawberries and brings them over, and then heads back to the fridge, grabbing the carton of orange juice and pouring two glasses.

  She sits down to my left with a smile and begins to eat with gusto. I follow suit, and we begin to eat quietly. I love the quiet thoughtfulness that Serena brings into my life. Josephine said everything that came into her head, no matter how asinine it would prove to be (which was often). Thinking back on the last several years, I realize I was stuck in a pattern of the same women because when I wasn’t with Josephine, I was with whatever other mindless twit showed up to keep her spot warm until we got back together and repeated the cycle again. I know I never want to find myself in that cycle ever again.

  “If you only had one meal left on earth, what would it be?” I ask Serena after several minutes.

  She answers without hesitation. “Fried chicken.”

  I start to laugh but see that she is serious. “Fried chicken? Really?”

  She nods. “Yep. I love fried chicken. It’s crispy, it’s juicy, and it's flat out delicious.”

  “So, you’re a connoisseur of fried chicken, then?”

  She laughs. “Hell, yes. I can take you to best friend chicken in town for our next date. I don’t eat it every week, but once a month at least. I would eat it every day, but it’d just got straight to my thighs.”

  “I like your thighs,” I say, sliding a hand under the robe and resting low on her leg, just above her knee.

  “Anything else you like?” she asks as she takes another bite of her food.

  I slide my hand further up her thigh and brush my knuckles across her pussy. “I like this, too,” I reply huskily. She leans towards me and we meet in the middle in a gentle kiss.

  “Last night was great, the best I’ve had in I don’t know how long,” she admits.

  “It was pretty fantastic,” I agree. “And to think, you’ve been missing out on three years of this,” I tease her.

  She laughs. “You were awful three years ago. You’ve obviously had a lot of practice since then.”

  “I have had a lot of practice. Too much, honestly. But you, you're just a natural.”

  She makes a fist and blows on her knuckles before rubbing them on her chest with a grin. “Yeah, I’m pretty awesome.”

  “All those noises you make drive me crazy.”

  “Your fingers drive me crazy.”

  “You coming on my fingers drives me crazy.’

  “Mmm, I liked that part. I liked coming on your cock a lot more, though.”

  “I liked that part the best, too...feeling you clench and shake around me. I almost came right then.”

  “I wish you had,” she whispers.

  I grab the front of her robe and pull her in for a kiss, tracing her bottom lip with my tongue until she opens her mouth a little for me. My lips slide to her neck, and she tilts her head in response, giving me better access to the soft skin. He fingertips graze up my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as she kisses me behind the ear.

  We’re both breathless when we break apart, and Serena stands, collecting our dishes and taking the
m to the sink. I watch her wiggle in my robe, and when she comes back to the table, I grab her around the middle and pull her into my lap to kiss her some more. We’re making out like teenagers when I slip my hand into the front of her robe to cup her breast. She pulls away with a giggle and looks at the table and then back at me.

  “I’ve never had sex on a kitchen table.”

  “Me, either.” It’s the truth. Josephine refused to have sex anywhere but on a bed.

  “I wonder...”

  “You wonder what?”

  “I was just thinking about the physics of getting it on like this on a table. Could it withstand all that motion? I mean, you’re a big guy; I don’t know that a table was meant for your weight, let alone the addition of mine.”

  “I love the way your mind works.”

  “I’m such a nerd, talking about science at a time like this.”

  “I like it. Sounds to me like it’s an experiment waiting to happen.”

  She smirks and stands up, untying my robe and letting it fall away. I drink her in, the swell of her breasts, the narrow of her waist, and the curve of her hips. She’s so beautiful and right now, she is all mine. I thank my lucky stars for putting this woman in my path again before standing and pulling my shirt off, tossing it aside, and then dropping my pants to the floor. She melts into my arms when I kiss her. I grab her thighs and lift her up, setting her on top of the table. She spreads her legs, and I take a moment to appreciate how open she is with me and doesn’t hide any part of.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are?” I ask reverently.

  She blushes. “You’re just saying that because I’m naked.”

  I shake my head adamantly. “I mean it. You’re just... Wow. You’re absolutely beautiful, Serena.”

  “I have stretch marks, and I am definitely not a size two, like the other women I’m sure you’ve been with.”

  “Doesn’t matter. They aren’t you. They could never be you. You’re all I see, all I want.”

  “Prove it.” He legs spread a little wider, and her finger runs up her glistening pussy.