HOT SEAL Redemption

by Lynn Raye Harris

  A one-night stand, walk away in the morning. No promises. She knew the score. They both did. This wasn’t going anywhere, no matter how hot it might be at this moment. How necessary it suddenly seemed to living.

  He carried her into his bedroom, still kissing her, put a knee on the bed and laid her back on it, coming down on top of her. Then he glided his hands down her sides, hooked his fingers into her hem, and dragged her shirt up and off.

  She was utterly naked beneath it. Not that he could see because their mouths fused together again and he hadn’t gotten the chance to look. But he could feel. His fingers moved over her tits, tweaking her hard nipples, shaped her waist, her flat abdomen, and then continued downward, seeking her wet heat.

  She was smooth, soft, silky. He realized with a shot of pure lust to the brain that her pussy was bare as he skimmed his fingers over her sex. She arched up toward him, seeking his touch between her legs.

  He wanted to give it to her—but he wanted to give her his tongue even more. Somehow, with what seemed like a superhuman effort, he dragged his mouth from hers, dragged it down her chest and over to one of those sweet nipples. Her fingers dug into his hair as he sucked the tight bud into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he watched the play of desire on her features.

  She caught her lower lip between her teeth, her eyes heavy with need as she watched him. He abandoned the effort and continued down her abdomen, licking her skin as he went. When he shouldered her legs apart, she opened them without hesitation and he finally got a good look at her body in the predawn light coming between the blinds.

  “Fuck me, Bailey,” he said as he met her eyes across the beautiful delta of her belly, the mounds of her fabulous tits, the silky column of her neck. “You’re gorgeous.”

  She smiled. It was a shy smile, which he found kind of amazing. Surely she knew how hot she was? How could she not?

  “Thank you.”

  He slipped his fingers into the wet oasis before him, inhaled her scent, tried not to come in his shorts. “I’ve been dying to taste this,” he said, spreading her open. “Dying to lick all the pretty folds of your pussy before you explode on my tongue.”

  Her breath caught. “I don’t think you’re going to get much chance of that. I’m planning to explode pretty much instantly.”

  He grinned at her. “Then we’ll just have to do it again, won’t we?”

  She couldn’t believe this was happening. From the first moment their lips had touched until now, fire had consumed her. She wanted nothing more than this—him, her, naked skin and cool sheets and hours of potential pleasure ahead of them.

  Bailey’s back bowed off the bed with the first touch of his tongue. Her fingers slid into his hair again, clasping him to her as he licked the length of her seam. He pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit before concentrating on that single spot, licking and sucking and flicking until he drove her mad with it. He knew just when to stop, when to back away and let her come down just a little bit before attacking again.

  It was absolute torture—but of the best kind.

  Still, she needed to come. Needed it badly.

  She’d thought it would happen immediately, but she hadn’t reckoned on his skill in building her higher and higher without letting her fall.

  “Alexei,” she gasped as stars began to pop behind her eyes. “Please don’t stop—like that—oh my God…”

  He didn’t stop this time, didn’t leave her hanging while he built her up again. He licked hard against her most sensitive spot, over and over—and then he inserted a finger inside her passage, fucking her while he took her over the cliff’s edge.

  The stars became a whiteout. Color faded. Her voice didn’t work as she gasped for air. Her orgasm slammed her body into the mattress, bowing her back as she lifted her hips and rode his face, trying to make the pleasure last.

  When it was too much, when she was too sensitive for another moment of his tongue on her body, she pushed him away and collapsed on the bed, her heart racing as she dragged in breaths and tried to regulate her pulse.

  He kissed the inside of her thighs and then crawled his way back up her body, licking her flesh, kissing her, until he reached her nipples and sucked them both lazily while she twirled a finger in his hair and closed her eyes.

  “I’m guessing that worked for you,” he said with a laugh.

  She opened her eyes and met his gorgeous green ones. Oh, a woman could drown in those eyes. Don’t go there, Bale. Commitmentphobe, remember?

  “It wasn’t bad,” she said coolly, teasing him.

  He arched an eyebrow, but the grin didn’t go away and she knew he wasn’t taking the bait. Her heart did a hitch thing that it hadn’t before. She pushed it out of her mind and concentrated on him. On that handsome face, his mouth slick with her juices, his eyes sparkling and filled with desire. For her.

  “Wasn’t bad, huh? Need another round?”

  “Not yet,” she squeaked when he slid back down her body. She was too sensitive, her soul too raw—

  But when his tongue slid into her body again, she groaned with the utter perfection of it. Within seconds, he was lapping at her clit, driving her insane with the feelings crashing into her. Bailey bit her lip, moaning and thrashing on the bed as he held her hips and brought her to another shattering climax before he let her go.

  “You taste so good, Bailey,” he said, his big form rolling up her body again. “I could eat you all night.”

  She glanced down his torso, past those lean hips. He was still wearing his shorts, but there was a giant tent in the front. As good as he’d made her feel so far, she knew there was even more waiting for her.

  “Out of those,” she said, pushing him over onto his back. He went willingly because she wouldn’t have been able to shift him otherwise. She grasped the waistband and dragged the shorts down his hips.

  And oh my, the cock that sprang free was bigger than she’d expected. She’d only seen him semiaroused, not fully hard and ready.

  “Oh wow,” she said, pulling his shorts off and dropping them before taking him in her hands. “I don’t know whether to lick it like an ice cream cone or ride it like a cowgirl.”

  His eyes were burning when she looked into them. “You can do both, honey. I’ve got enough stamina for more than one round.”

  Thank God for that!

  Bailey dropped her head and licked around the tip. Alexei made a noise of approval. “It’s so beautiful,” she said before licking the tip again. She opened her mouth and took him inside, working him with her hands while she sucked as much of him as she could. He fisted his hands in her hair, pushing the lavender curtain aside so he could see her face. She met his gaze, kept her eyes fixed on his as she sucked. It was erotic as hell.

  She felt powerful doing this to him, watching his eyes dilate, his nostrils flare, the muscles in his impressive abs clench. Bailey slipped a hand down, cupping his balls, and those eyes shot green sparks at her. He groaned and she sucked harder, bobbing faster, wanting him to come. Wanting to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel.

  But he sat up and reached for her, pulling her up his body, breaking that contact.

  “I want to be inside you.”

  She pouted. “I thought you said you had enough stamina for twice?”

  He grinned. “Oh, I do—but I gotta get inside you.”

  He reached over and pulled open a drawer, dragging out a strip of condoms. He tore one from the strip, ripped it open, and rolled it down his beautiful cock. Bailey straddled him, ran her hands up his chest as she lifted her hips so he could position himself beneath her.

  She felt him nudging into her wetness, shuddered as his thumb flicked over her clit. She sank down on him slowly, allowing herself time to adjust.

  “Oh,” she gasped as her body stretched for him. “Oh wow.”

  He held still and let her do the work of joining them. She appreciated his restraint since it had been so long for her. When she was full of him, she stoppe
d and sat still. Little sparks zinged from her head to her toes as every minuscule movement of their bodies created waves of sensation.

  “You good?” he asked, his hands on her thighs. Broad hands. Sexy hands.

  “Yeah. You?”

  He snorted, and the movement sent a shock wave through her. “Oh yeah. You’re sexy beautiful, Bailey.” He slid his fingers up one leg, over her clit, rubbing so that she groaned. “You ready for me, gorgeous?”

  “Ready?” she gasped. “You’re already in me, Alexei. Or did you forget?”

  “Forget? Fuck no. I’m restraining myself… because what I really want is to flip you over and fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”

  He plucked at her clit and she shuddered, both at what her body was feeling and at what her mind conjured up at the thought of this man dominating her with his size and power.

  “Move, Bailey. Ride me now,” he told her, “Or I’m taking control.”

  She was so hot, so wet and beautiful, and he wanted to drive himself into her body until he blew two months’ worth of deprivation into this fucking condom. Right now he’d kill to be bareback inside her—but that wasn’t a chance he could take with his family history.

  She started to move, sliding up his cock and sinking back down again, her palms braced on his chest. He continued to stroke her clit while she rode him.

  Her pace quickened, her breathing shortened, and he knew she was close. Damn, she was beautiful, her tits bouncing with her movements, her nipples budding into tight pink peaks that he was torn between sucking and watching bounce.

  “Alexei,” she cried out, shuddering hard as she came. He reached up and dragged her down for a kiss, wanting to taste her passion. She moaned into his mouth and he thrust his hips upward, filling her, dragging her pleasure out for as long as he could.

  He could feel the moment she melted completely. Her body went limp, her muscles sagging with relief. He hugged her to him, pushed her hair from her face, and kissed her tenderly instead of hotly. He was still hard inside her, still ready to burst, but right now it was her pleasure he cared most about.

  Poor Bailey, always taking care of others, always working and trying to survive. Never having her own needs fulfilled. Never having a man to fuck her into forgetfulness for a few hours.

  He stroked his hands down the silky curve of her back, over her ass. He could feel her juices dripping onto his balls. Carefully, he turned them onto their sides, continued the move until she was on her back and he was deep inside her. She spread her legs, wrapped them around him.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. “I need to come again.”

  His balls tightened, the words digging into his brain and making his cock ache more than it already did. Which he hadn’t thought possible, really.

  Alexei levered himself up, pumped his hips into her slowly, watched their bodies joining. “That’s so fucking sexy,” he told her. “Watching myself disappear inside you. Seeing the way your pussy lips stretch open for me. God, I love that you’re bare. It looks incredible.”

  She bit her lip, her big eyes meeting his as he began to move faster. Her tits bounced—and then she put her hands on them, hefted their weight in her palms, tweaked her own nipples while he sank into her. That fucking did it for him. He drove into her, dropped his mouth to hers, and shoved his tongue into her mouth. She took him all. His tongue, his cock, his intensity.

  When his balls tightened, he pleaded with himself for a little longer. He needed this release. Needed it so badly. But he wasn’t the kind of guy to come alone if at all possible. He needed her to catch fire again…

  “Alexei,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his arms, her hips thrusting up to meet his. He pumped into her, found the angle he needed—and she splintered apart, her body quivering beneath him as her eyes closed and her mouth dropped open.

  “Bailey,” he groaned as he poured everything he had into her, thrusting until he was spent. He didn’t realize for long moments that he’d broken one of his own rules.

  He hadn’t pulled out. Oh holy shit…

  But the condom was intact, and he went to the bathroom to get rid of it. When he came back, Bailey was sprawled on her stomach, arms wrapped around his pillow, gazing up at him languidly. As if she couldn’t remember her name. She smiled. Yawned.

  He went and lay down beside her, propping himself on an elbow so he could see the tattoo on her ass. He traced it with his fingers. It was a butterfly and a ribbon of words: Never give up.

  “What’s this about?” he asked softly.

  “Strength and beauty,” she said.

  It was obvious now that she’d said it. A pretty butterfly and strong words. A helluva combination. Like Bailey. She was strong and beautiful, a graceful butterfly who never quit.

  “I didn’t pull out, Bailey. Please tell me you’re on birth control.”

  She blinked. Then she smiled. “Ah yes, the magic sperm. It’s okay, I have an implant. If your sperm can get past a condom and that, they truly are magic.”

  He lay down and pulled her against him. She threw a leg over his and snuggled in close. He told himself he should send her back to the guest room, not engage in this postsexual haze together. But what if he wanted to fuck her one more time?

  Yeah, that was the reason he let her stay. He heard her breathing even out and knew she was asleep. Bailey was still in his arms when he fell asleep a few minutes later. Right where he wanted her to be.

  Chapter 18

  Bailey woke to a hand between her legs, a finger skating over her clit, sending lightning bolts shivering through her entire body. She opened her legs immediately, seeking more. Behind her, Alexei put his mouth on her shoulder, laughed against her skin before nipping it lightly.

  “I was gonna ask if you like wake-up sex, but I think I know the answer now.”

  If the sex was with him, she thought she might like it whenever he wanted to do it. But she didn’t say that. Instead, she reached behind her, grasped his cock. He was hot and hard and her core flooded with liquid desire.

  “Can we stay here all day and do this?” She gasped as his fingers moved expertly against her clit.

  He bit her shoulder. “What about food?”

  “Delivery.”

  “I like the way you think, baby.”

  She shivered at the endearment. She’d told him not to call her things like baby or honey or sweetie because it made her think of the men at the club and the way they treated the girls like something less than human. But coming from Alexei, it didn’t feel wrong. It didn’t feel like he couldn’t remember her name or like it was just easier to call all women baby. It felt personal somehow, even if it was a common enough term.

  He stopped the wonderful thing he was doing and glided a hand up her thigh, pushing it high enough to give him access from behind. She heard the condom wrapper open, and then he pulled her hand away from him. A moment later, the thick head of his cock nudged into her wet entrance.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as he slid all the way inside.

  Bailey groaned too, both from the pleasurable soreness last night had created and from the way he stretched her, causing friction on all her sensitive parts.

  He cupped a breast in his hand. The other hand slipped into her folds. “So wet,” he breathed against her neck. “So ready for me.”

  “Please, Alexei—I can’t wait any longer.”

  He pulled out and then thrust deep, filling her, his fingers working her clit as he settled into a rhythm. It felt amazing, so incredibly hot and sexy as he slammed into her over and over. She could feel her orgasm building, feel the tension growing stronger in every cell of her body.

  She was close—and he pulled out. “Alexei!”

  He rolled her over, toward him, hooking an arm behind her knee and spreading her wide before slamming back inside her at a new angle. She wrapped her other leg around his hip, moaning.

  “Need to kiss you,” he groaned, letting her leg go and dropping his mouth t
o hers. Their tongues met, tangling as he fucked her harder, hearts pounding, breaths mingling, bodies frantically straining toward that perfect peak, that moment when the tension exploded and euphoria overcame them.

  It happened for Bailey first. Her body stiffened as the fire took hold of her, rippling out across her limbs and making her dig her fingers into his back as she shattered. She was still coming when Alexei tore his mouth from hers and groaned into her neck, coming deep inside her. His cock pulsed as he poured himself into the condom.

  They lay entwined for several moments before he lifted himself off her. She rolled over and sprawled on the bed, spent, the aftershocks of her orgasm still zinging through her. He swatted her ass as he got out of bed and left her there. She heard the water running in the bathroom, first the sink and then the shower.

  She managed to talk herself into sitting up. She reached for her phone and then remembered it was with her bag in her room. Bailey padded across the hallway and into the guest room. The blinds were down, so she wasn’t worried about being seen. Plucking the phone from the charger, her stomach dropped as the text message indicator lit up. She swiped it open and tapped the app.

  Kayla: Yes, I lied. I didn’t know what else to do. Alex was nice to me. He went after a guy who stiffed me on a bill once. Made him pay up. I never slept with him, but I wanted him to be Ana’s father because she deserves that kind of a dad. Not like our dad, you know?

  Bailey swallowed the knot in her throat. She did know.

  Ana is safer with you and Alex. I’m no good for her. And her father definitely isn’t. Dunn is her father—and he doesn’t care about her. He wanted to sell her to an adoption agency. I couldn’t let that happen. He won’t ever let me leave him. He’ll come for me—but he can’t have Ana too. That’s why I left her. I thought you’d take her to Alex and he’d keep her safe. He’s that kind of man.

  Bailey’s eyes pricked with tears as she squeezed the phone in her fist. Dammit, he was that kind of man. But Ana wasn’t his responsibility. Neither was she. In spite of the night they’d shared, she knew this wasn’t permanent. Alexei wasn’t going to magically fall for her and ask her to stay just because they’d had sex. It didn’t work that way.