Small Town SEALs: The Complete Romance Collection

by Vivian Wood

  10

  If this is a dream, I never want to wake up from it, Shelby thought as Wolfe carried her into the bedroom.

  Once inside, she unhooked her legs from behind his back as he released her, letting her body slide slowly down his before her feet hit the floor.

  Wolfe made an appreciative sound at the back of his throat as his greedy hands roamed over her body, finding her ass cheeks once more. He kneaded them experimentally for a second, eliciting yet another moan from her as he kissed her deeply, his desire very evident as his hips aligned with hers.

  “God, I want you so bad it hurts,” he murmured against her lips.

  Shelby felt much the same way. Curious, her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants as she stroked him for the first time, making him close his eyes as he groaned.

  “Is that so?” she purred, throwing his earlier words back at him as she continued to explore his impressive length.

  Shelby gave a throaty laugh as he answered her with another groan of gratification, flexing himself into her hand as it circled him. He was so big, her fingers couldn’t even wrap all the way around, making her thighs clench in anticipation.

  Wolfe submitted to her ministrations for a few moments longer, eventually forcing her to let go when he gently pushed her back onto the bed behind her.

  “We should get rid of some of these clothes, don’t you think?” he said, stepping forward to where she was sitting to stand between her knees.

  Shelby just nodded her consent as he grasped the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head to expose her naked breasts. Her nipples—which were already hard with her arousal—tightened further under his appraising gaze.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes practically reverent now, as he looked her over.

  He moved to lean down and kiss her again, his brow furrowing in confusion when Shelby just shook her head at him.

  “Oh no you don’t,” she reprimanded, jerking her chin at his shirt-clad torso. “I want that off. Now.”

  Wolfe rolled his eyes and smirked at her bossiness, but quickly complied, casting off his shirt to reveal the muscled expanse of his chest and abdomen.

  Shelby’s eyes raked over him hungrily. She had fantasized about this moment since that first night when she’d rescued him from the snow.

  Now that it was actually happening, she couldn’t decide where to start. She wanted to touch every inch of him, trace the lines of his abdominal muscles, circle his navel, and then down farther still as she followed his happy trail; first with her finger, then with her tongue.

  Shelby scooted back farther on the bed as Wolfe pursued after her, lifting her hips as he peeled off her leggings so that she was now wearing only her panties.

  Wolfe’s dark eyes practically devoured her as he crawled over her body to capture her mouth in another searing kiss. Shelby returned the kiss just as passionately, panting for breath when he eventually broke away to focus his affections on her neck. He would nip or lightly suck at her skin before soothing it over with his tongue, the sensation turning the heat that was pooling at her core absolutely molten with her need.

  Her hands ran up his arms and over his broad shoulders, marveling at the cords of rock-hard muscle beneath his smooth skin. He made that enticing sound in the back of his throat again when her nails scraped lightly down his back, making Shelby wonder what else she could do to hear him make it.

  Wolfe soon moved on to her breasts; first tweaking each of her nipples playfully with his strong, callused fingers, before worshipping them thoroughly with his tongue and teeth.

  “You have amazing breasts, Shelby,” he murmured, his breath hot against her sensitive skin as he spoke. “They deserve to be cherished properly.”

  “Oh, god,” Shelby groaned in response when he carefully rolled one nipple between his teeth, scouring the other one gently with his thumbnail at the same time.

  Wolfe chuckled darkly, her eyes watching him as he finally released her and sat back to look at her fully.

  The reprieve was short lived, however.

  Wolfe gave her a wicked smile from where he knelt between her legs, making her whimper with need when she felt his knuckles brush against the damp lace of her panties.

  “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?” he crooned, fingering the flimsy material some more before meeting her eyes again.

  “I hope you aren’t overly attached to these,” he said, by way of warning.

  Before she even fully realized his intent, he pushed his fingers through the lace and ripped them off of her.

  Shelby gasped in a mixture of shock and excitement, feeling like she might combust right then and there as he tossed the shredded remains of her panties from the bed.

  He was just so…intense; no man she’d ever been with had ever done something like that before. He was carnal and provocative and…well—just so damn hot!

  Wolfe lowered his head, placing a tender kiss just above the apex of her thighs, his eyes flicking up to make sure she was still watching him as his fingers deftly spread her open to him.

  Shelby’s head fell back down on the pillow as he gently blew on her sex before his tongue came down to twirl against her clit.

  Shelby moaned incoherently as her hands came up to twist her fingers through his dark hair, her back bowing from the bed as he lapped at her clit and leisurely probed her with his long fingers.

  “Wolfe,” she pleaded when she felt herself building up toward her climax. “Oh, Wolfe, please!”

  Wolfe happily obliged, his lips closing around her clit as he sucked on it, hard. His finger rubbed against the front wall of her vagina, putting pressure on her G-spot.

  Though she’d known it was coming, her release surprised her in its intensity. She felt like she was paralyzed, her body unable to move as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her, her hands falling away from Wolfe’s head as she gripped the sheets on either side of her for dear life.

  By the time she finally drifted back to Earth after that otherworldly orgasm, Wolfe had shucked his pajama bottoms and was sliding up the bed to lie beside her. She turned her face to his as he kissed her, marveling at the exotic taste of herself on his tongue.

  Shelby could feel the proud length of his stiff cock pressed against her thigh, insistent. She reached for it as they kissed, steadily pumping him with her hand, until Wolfe broke away a few moments later, a question in his dark eyes.

  Shelby just nodded in answer, beyond ready to take this next step with him. But when Wolfe moved to cover her body with his, Shelby resisted, her hand pushing against his shoulder so that his back was forced down on the bed as she rolled on top of him.

  “I think I’ll take charge now,” she whispered in his ear, her teeth grazing his earlobe. She placed a tender kiss against his throat before sitting up to straddle him.

  Wolfe’s eyes were alight with silent amusement at her little dominance display, but he didn’t protest as she ground slowly against him. Her hands flattened against his chest as she slid her slick pussy along the length of his shaft, the head hitting her already throbbing clit and making her breath hitch at the sensation.

  Wolfe’s eyes closed with a groan as she repeated the process once, and then twice, before lifting up so that she could position him at her opening.

  Wolfe’s eyes snapped back open as he watched her, his hands coming up to bracket her hips as she gradually took his length inside her. She gasped as he filled her completely, his size almost too great for her to take all at once.

  “God, you’re so fucking tight,” Wolfe ground out, his jaw clenched with restraint as he gave her time to adjust to his girth.

  Shelby didn’t keep him waiting long.

  She tested their connection, rocking forward gently before sliding back, her head falling back as she moaned her satisfaction.

  Shelby built up her pace steadily, but quickly, as she began to ride him, their heavy breathing and sounds of pleasure filling her ears like a heady sort of symphony
.

  Wolfe’s hands slid up her sides to grasp her breasts, his palms grinding against her nipples and sending a direct pulse of need to her core. Already, Shelby could feel that telltale fluttering that meant another orgasm was imminent.

  Wolfe seemed to sense it too, because his hands fell from her chest and back to her hips, one of his thumbs pressing down against her clit and making her cry out.

  “Come on, Shelby. I can feel how close you are, baby,” Wolfe growled, bucking his hips up to meet hers now as they both neared release. “Please; I need you to come for me.”

  And she did.

  Shelby’s back arched as she detonated around him, her pussy clenching him tightly as she screamed his name.

  Shelby fell forward to cling against Wolfe’s chest, his arms banding around her as he continued to pound into her from below, prolonging her orgasm further still.

  “Oh, Shelby,” Wolfe bit out as she felt him stiffen beneath her, reaching his own climax as he pumped his seed deep inside her.

  They laid together like that for several moments in post-coital bliss, waiting for their ragged breaths and pounding hearts to subside back to normal.

  After a while, Shelby rolled off of him, feeling strangely bereft when he was no longer inside of her; as if that was where he belonged, always.

  Wolfe seemed to feel the same way, because he wrapped his arm around her once more and pulled her tight to his side, eliminating all remaining space between them. Shelby went willingly into the embrace, resting her head against his shoulder as she curled against him.

  Shelby closed her eyes, smiling when she felt Wolfe press his lips against her forehead, his fingers stroking her hair idly.

  For the first time since arriving at the cabin, Shelby drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.

  11

  Wolfe woke early the next morning, his thoughts already conflicted.

  He sat up, blinking groggily at the sunlight that filled the small bedroom through the large windows on the far wall, before looking over at the fantasy come to life that was still fast asleep in the bed beside him.

  Shelby’s long blonde hair—still wild from their lovemaking the night before—was strewn across her pillow, the sheets tangled enticingly around her naked body and her full lips parted softly in sleep. She was so extraordinarily beautiful; it was hard for him to believe she was real sometimes, even now.

  When she suddenly emitted a soft snore, Wolfe smirked, thinking of how he would tease her about it when she woke.

  But then, slowly, the smile slid from his face as his eyes went reluctantly back to the window.

  Carefully extracting himself from the bed so as not to wake her, Wolfe bent down to retrieve his flannel pajama pants, putting them back on before walking over to stand in front of the wall of windows.

  The deal had been that he would leave as soon as the snow melted, and now it looked as if it finally had.

  Wolfe could see the dark patches of earth and rock peeking through the last remains of snow, the surrounding forest no longer a solid expanse of pure white as it had been before.

  A few days ago, I would have been pleased. But now… Wolfe’s thoughts trailed off morosely as he looked back at the sleeping Shelby on the bed.

  Now I’m not so sure I can even make myself leave.

  Wolfe was fairly certain that he was in danger of losing himself completely to this girl, but it troubled him to think that she might not feel the same way toward him.

  That she might not want something more.

  Sure, they’d had sex. And they’d certainly become close friends over the past few days that they’d spent together.

  But Shelby didn’t live here. She had a life to go back to outside of this cabin, and Wolfe wasn’t sure if she would still want him in it once her trip was over. He wasn’t naive enough to believe that a vacation hookup would lead to an actual relationship, but still…

  He hoped for it all the same.

  Making up his mind, he left the room, scooping his discarded shirt up off the floor as he went.

  Once out in the living room, he changed clothes before quickly going about and gathering up his things, stuffing them haphazardly back into his duffel bag.

  When he’d finished that, he tidied up the cabin a little bit, folding the blankets that he’d used while sleeping on the couch and rinsing out the mugs from their Truth or Dare session at the breakfast bar.

  He smiled sadly as he looked at them, thinking about the incredible turn of events that last night had presented, and wondering if that was all that there ever would be between them. He shook his head, annoyed by his own sappiness, as he tucked them away inside the dishwasher.

  Turning back to the living room, he went over to his duffel bag and fished out his cellphone. The battery was nearly dead, seeing as how he’d been too caught up in playing house here with Shelby to even remember he owned the damn thing, let alone actually charge it.

  He had a few bars of service, so he quickly looked up a tow truck company and dialed the number, holding his breath on the off chance that they were actually open on Christmas Eve day.

  Somebody answered on the third ring.

  “Terry’s Towing,” answered a gruff male voice.

  Wolfe felt his chest deflate in disappointment. Okay, so maybe he’d actually been kind of hoping that no one would answer, if only because it meant spending a couple more days alone here with Shelby.

  “Hello?” the man—presumably “Terry”—said impatiently when Wolfe didn’t speak right away.

  Wolfe quickly recollected his thoughts, shaking off his melancholy musing.

  “Uh, hi. I’d like to request a battery jump; or even a replacement, if you guys do that sort of thing.”

  “What’s the make and model of the vehicle?”

  “It’s a Ford F-150,” Wolfe answered, running a hand back through his hair.

  There was a short pause on the other side of the line as Terry went to check something.

  “Yeah, we can replace the battery for you,” Terry said, coming back to the phone. “But there’s going to be an additional holiday fee on top of the normal replacement price.”

  “That’s fine,” Wolfe agreed, nodding to himself. He’d suspected as much.

  “Okay, then. What’s the truck’s location?”

  Wolfe gave the man the approximate coordinates of where his truck was.

  “Alright, sir. I’ll have somebody out there within an hour or so.”

  Wolfe thanked him and ended the call, sighing as he looked around the small cabin, his time here officially up.

  He spotted a notepad and a pen sitting on the counter in the kitchen, giving him a sudden idea.

  He walked over to it, scribbling down a note for Shelby, explaining where he had gone. He added his phone number at the end, figuring that if she wanted to see him again after this, then all she would have to do is call and he would be there, even if he had to haul his ass all the way down to Louisiana.

  Even if it was just as friends.

  Wolfe placed the note where it would be easily visible to her, before going back into the living room to grab his bag.

  He hauled the strap over his shoulder, his eyes lingering on the bedroom door down the hall as he crossed to the front door.

  Wolfe shook his head and looked away. He didn’t want to wake Shelby.

  What was more, he wasn’t so sure he could handle an awkward let’s be friends conversation so soon after what they had shared last night.

  Forcing his eyes forward, Wolfe left the cabin, willing himself to not look back with every step he took away from the woman who’d saved his life…

  Only to steal his heart.

  12

  Shelby was alone again, and not even the normally uplifting twang of Dolly Parton’s voice crooning out over the speakers of the iHome could cheer her up this time.

  She had woken this morning, basking in the glow of memories from last night, only to find herself in bed alone.

 
She hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, assuming that Wolfe must be elsewhere in the cabin, as she rolled out of bed, eager to see what he was up to.

  Shelby stretched, feeling pleasantly sore in all the right places as she crossed the room to the dresser. Wolfe certainly knew how to work a woman over in bed; of that, there was no denying. Her cheeks heated when she caught sight of her torn panties on the floor, driving home the praise for his sexual prowess, as she recalled how he’d literally ripped them off of her the night before.

  Shaking her head wryly at the carnal memory, Shelby quickly got dressed and strolled down the hall to the living room.

  “Wolfe?” she’d called, her brow furrowing when she didn’t see him lounging on the couch or messing around in the kitchen like usual.

  That was when she’d spied the notepad that was propped up against the whiskey bottle on the breakfast bar.

  Her legs feeling suddenly leaden, Shelby crossed the room to investigate the pad of paper, her heart sinking when she realized it was a goodbye note.

  Shelby,

  I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. I was finally able to get a tow truck up here now that the snow is melting, so I guess my days of mooching off of you are over.

  You can call me anytime—Wolfe.

  P.S. Last night was amazing…

  Shelby swallowed thickly, surprised by the sudden, crushing sense of loss that threatened to overwhelm her as she finished reading it. Her finger traced over the postscript at the end of his note.

  I thought last night was amazing, too, she thought, her sadness verging on frustration. So why did you leave, you bastard?

  Maybe Shelby wasn’t being fair. It wasn’t like she owned the man. He’d had a life outside this cabin prior to these past four days of being snowed in with her, so who was she to judge him for wanting to get back to it? He didn’t owe her anything.

  But after last night, she was beginning to realize that she felt more for Wolfe than just some empty physical attraction…