SEAL's Secret Baby (A Navy SEAL Romance)

by Ivy Jordan

  “You’ll have to wait,” I smirked, know it was killing her.

  Beth rolled her eyes in frustration as she gave up on pushing for details any further. She knew I was a stubborn man, and she’d never get it out of me. “I’ll take over the Gallo case tonight,” she offered.

  “Thank you,” I smiled. I was eager to get home to Maddie and to take her out to a musical. She was in the school theater group in high school and even minored in theatrical drama in college. I knew she’d love it, and it would make an amazing surprise. It could even create more triggers from when we were in school and allow her to feel the emotions that led to her love for me. That was worth sitting through a ridiculously long, hard to understand, and overrated musical.

  At home, Maddie was dressed in a long red gown, one she’d chosen when we shopped together earlier in the week. She was stunning, absolutely stunning. I couldn’t wait to take her out and show her off on my arm.

  She ran to me as I entered the house, her arms gripping me tightly around the neck as her feet lifted from the ground. The scent of her perfume wafted under my nose, nearly buckling my knees. “Damn, girl,” I roared, squeezing her tightly against my chest. “You look and smell amazing,” I sighed.

  I’d dressed in the office, choosing the nice suit I wore to the country club to scout out Gallo’s newest woman, but I was still underdressed to be seen with such a beauty.

  Our lips met with an electric attraction that neither of us could deny. She may not have remembered her past, and I knew it still bothered her, but it was obvious she was happy. She was happy with me.

  “Are you ready?” I asked, setting her back on her feet and taking her hands in mine. She nodded, her beautiful red lips painted to perfection, and her eye makeup thick and seductive.

  The look in her eye and the parting of her lips told me she wanted to say something, but couldn’t, or wouldn’t. I longed to hear those three little words, but I knew it was too much to ask for so soon. She was just starting to become comfortable in her own skin. The doctors were so impressed with her progress, not only with her memories, but her ability to make herself a home in a world she felt so unattached to. She had me to thank, she told the doctor on her last visit. That made me proud and ashamed in the same moment.

  The musical started early and would end with just enough time for a drive I’d selected for us to watch the sunset together. I’d taken her there on her first trip to Miami, hoping to have the strength to make my move, but I’d let it pass. This time, I knew things would be different, and I planned to make the best of our possible last moments together. So, when her memories returned, mine would be filled with moments that I would cherish for the rest of my life.

  The valet took my keys, and I walked to the passenger side of my truck to let Maddie out with my help. Her hair flowed down her back, her blue eyes sparkled, and the low-cut, silky dress flowed from her body so elegantly that every man that noticed her stared with envy. She was the most beautiful woman there, and she was mine, at least for now.

  The musical was tough to follow, but Maddie seemed to be having no trouble. Her eyes filled with tears as the woman sang in Italian, and she laughed with the crowd as if on cue, and gasped in all the right places. I was impressed with her, so fucking impressed. She wasn’t only hot, but smart, sophisticated, and had a smile that could melt a glacier.

  My eyes were on Maddie the entire play, not once looking towards the stage. She giggled when she caught me staring at her, her cheeks turned a bright red, and she whispered that I’d miss the best part. Her beside me, happy: that was the best part, and I didn’t plan on missing a thing.

  Once the show was over, we stepped out into the lobby where people all raved about the performance. “Maddie,” a voice called out, causing us both to turn in the direction it came from. “Maddie Stewart, oh my God, it’s been years,” the tall, dark-haired man greeted her with an extended hand.

  She looked confused as she shook the man’s hand. “Don’t you remember me? Ian Mills,” he blurted.

  “I’m sorry,” she said softly.

  “From Bradley; we were in the same dramatic arts class,” he trailed, obviously disappointed by her rejection.

  “I-I was in an accident recently; everything’s still a bit fuzzy,” she admitted with a forced smile. I could tell she was embarrassed to feel so rude to someone so friendly, someone she obviously should’ve known.

  “I’m so sorry,” the man apologized.

  “Isaac Lewis, Maddie’s fiancé,” I extended my hand to introduce myself.

  “Nice to meet you. I hope things get better,” he smiled, and then rushed back to his wife.

  I watched them talking and looking over their shoulders in our direction. Maddie’s eyes began to tear up, her face turned pale, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before she had a full-blown meltdown. He called her Maddie Stewart, not Maddie Grubbs, and I knew that would be a trigger, one I may not be able to disable.

  My arm slid around her waist and guided her out of the lobby. I handed the valet my ticket and waited for what felt like weeks for him to finally deliver my truck. I helped Maddie inside and drove off, headed to the secluded place I’d chosen to watch the sunset. It was the place I was certain would offer us an amazing evening, but now I wasn’t so sure.

  “Why did he call me Maddie Stewart?” she whispered loudly as we drove up a winding road.

  “He may have just gotten your name mixed with someone else. I’ve done that before,” I chuckled, trying to blow the incident off as a total accident.

  “Maybe,” she sighed. “But, I should have remembered him if we were in college together, and especially if we were in the same class, right?” she questioned.

  “Not necessarily. Maybe he had a crush on you, and so you stood out to him. If he wasn’t someone you were interested in, or friends with, you might have just forgotten him,” I explained.

  She seemed to ponder this, but said nothing. She turned her head away from me and sighed.

  “I mean, do you honestly think you’d recognize everyone you went to college with, even just those in your classes?” I questioned with a smile.

  “No, I guess not,” she agreed. I could tell by her tone that she believed me, and that maybe, just maybe, she’d let the Maddie Stewart thing go.

  If she decided to check on the name, using my computer, she’d find her page; she’d find Rob, her engagement photos, and the truth about her past. She find out I’d lied to her, but she wouldn’t find anything that would tell her why.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  I turned and offered a smirk. “Somewhere we’ve been before.”

  Her eyes lit up with excitement. I knew she loved anything that could trigger a memory or an emotion. I was hoping for a good one, and after fuckwad Ian nearly ruined my night, my life, I deserved one.

  Chapter Twenty

  Maddie

  Isaac pulled onto a grassy area that overlooked the city. The view was amazing and familiar. I couldn’t place it yet, but a feeling of happiness rushed over me knowing that this place was somewhere I’d enjoyed before. “The sun’s about to set,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

  His hand rested on my thigh; the warmth surged through the silk of my dress and drifted onto my skin. It was still early, but the sun going down made it feel late, secluded, and romantic.

  Lights began to flicker as the night of the city came to life. The tall buildings lit up, the bridges, boats, and large neon signs. It was tantalizing.

  “Anything triggering a memory?” Isaac examined with curious eyes.

  “I feel like I was happy here. The view looks familiar, but the air was warmer, it was hot, and we’d just come from the beach because we were wearing swimsuits,” I remembered.

  “Yes, that’s right,” he smiled, letting his hand slide higher on my thigh. “That swimsuit drove me wild, don’t ya know,” he smirked.

  The devilish smile on his face made my body tingle and my breasts
swell against the cool silk gown. “I wanted you to make a move,” I whispered, remembering we were only friends, not lovers. “Why didn’t you?”

  Isaac let out a deep growl as his eyes narrowed on my breasts. “You cold?”

  “No,” I lied, knowing the night air was a little chilly, but not the reason for my tightened nipples that he was admiring.

  I leaned back in the leather seat, my rear suddenly very toasty. I squirmed against the leather. “You getting hot?” Isaac teased. I nodded as he motioned to the seat heat icon he’d turned on. “You want me to turn it off?” he asked.

  “No,” I sighed. The sensation of warmth was creating an arousal between my legs that I enjoyed.

  “So, you remember you wanted me to make my move, eh?” he growled. “Why didn’t you make a move on me?” he questioned.

  “Because I’m the girl,” I blushed.

  My pussy was fiery with the heat blasting through the silk dress, causing me to writhe to Isaac’s obvious delight. “I’ll turn it down,” he whispered, leaning up to adjust the setting. His hand slid back up my thigh, this time entering the long slit in my dress and caressing my flesh.

  I remembered the feelings I had when I’d been on this hill before, strongly. I wanted Isaac, but something was stopping me from admitting it, but what? Was I scared, intimidated, shy? I wanted to be courageous, to go after what I wanted. Whoever Maddie Grubbs was in the past, if she was the woman who let life pass her by, she wasn’t going to be that woman now. She was going to be adventurous, wild, and what better way to start than by seizing the moment now.

  My legs parted, giving Isaac more room to freely fondle my flesh. I reached for my dress, slowly sliding the left shoulder strap past my shoulder and then past my breast. Isaac immediately latched on to my nipple, twisting it with his tongue, tugging it gently until I inhaled deep, and then gasped with delight.

  His hand slid higher up my thigh, his fingers so close to my silk panties they grazed them lightly, tickling my swollen flesh beneath. My hand reached for the other strap, lowering it past my right breast.

  Isaac wasted no time in giving it the same attention he had the other while his fingers lightly scratched at my panties.

  His cock was so hard it bulged through his dress slacks so tight they looked close to ripping. I loved getting him so excited, teasing him, tempting him. I loved being the wild one, the adventurous one, the one I wished I would’ve been.

  My back arched, lifting from the leather and pushing my breast into his mouth. His lips consumed it, sucking hard and offering quick, tantalizing flicks to my aching nipple.

  I slid my hands to my side, sliding the silk of my dress up my legs, and then slowly to my hips. Isaac lifted from my breast and stared into my eyes. “You never cease to amaze me,” he whispered.

  My fingers searched for my panty strings beneath my dress. I lifted my ass from the toasty seat and pulled them down from my hips. I left them at my thighs, tight and clamping my legs from opening any further. “Damn, you drive me wild,” he growled.

  My hands slid the silk of my dress up past my hips. My trimmed, blonde bush exposed, and my swollen nub eagerly peeking through. Isaac leaned towards me, at first I thought to taste my pleasure bud, but instead he lowered his hand to the front of my seat and hit a button that sent the seat backward, offering much more leg room. “That’s better,” he whispered, eyeing me with satisfaction in his eyes that brought my arousal to new heights.

  I was ready to tease him, to make him ache as badly as I was right now. My legs wouldn’t part any further with my panties still just above my knees, so I lifted them instead, pushing my red high-heels into the dash, and slid my ass down in the seat.

  Isaac watched as my fingers playfully teased my nipples, one, and then the other before sliding through the bunched up red silk on my belly. They stopped at my pussy, playfully flicking my clit, and then sliding between my labia, swollen and tight. “Why don’t you turn your ass around so I can taste that sweet pussy,” Isaac ordered.

  I spun my ass in the seat, letting my legs move to the center console. Isaac gripped my panties, ripping them with a passionate roar and tossing them to the backseat. His strong hands gripped my thighs, pulling my ass to the console and leaving my back and head rested on the inside of the passenger door.

  My pussy lips were pushing through my thighs as my legs closed tight. I wasn’t done teasing him just yet and wanted him to work to open my flower. He pushed my legs upward, letting my heels press into the roof of the cab. His eyes lingered between my legs as he slid a finger slowly through the full lips that hid my secret garden from his view.

  “Let me taste you,” he pleaded hungrily.

  I knew he expected me to open my legs and invite his tongue between them to bathe my pussy and lap up the sweet nectar it offered. Instead, I reached between my own legs, slid a finger between my lips and deep into my pussy, twisting it inside the tight cavern and then slowly sliding it back out while he watched in amazement. I brought it to my own lips, sucking the flavor of my pussy from only the tip, and then extended it to his lips.

  A deep growl vibrated from his throat as he sucked my finger into his mouth. He sucked hard, groaning as his tongue twisted and twirled around my juice-soaked digit.

  A wild sensation erupted within me, unleashing a sexual appetite unlike I’d felt before. My legs parted, opening my intimacy, giving Isaac the free reign to please me or tease me any way he wished.

  His hands gripped my thighs as he lowered his mouth between my legs. His tongue flicked at my clit, teasing me with twitches of pleasure. Eruptions of intense arousal shot through my body like electricity. The taste of my own juices still lingering on my lips, the scent of his cologne mixed with raw masculinity, the slapping of his tongue diving into my body, and the feel of his strong hand massaging my breasts had all of my senses overwhelmed with pleasure.

  I wondered how long Isaac had loved me, how long it took for him to say something and make me his. The memories of my feelings when we were younger, the feeling of a missed opportunity when I was here with him last, that was all I had, nothing in between. Did he take another lover while waiting for me; did I, thinking he wasn’t interested?

  Shut up, Maddie; enjoy the moment. You have no past now, only the present. Embrace it, love it, suck every last delicious drop of excitement from it.

  My hips lifted from the console, arching my back and pushing my cunt hard into his mouth as my climax peaked. Tremors rolled through my body, then contractions tightened and released as I spurt cum onto Isaac’s finger, and the console of his truck. “Oh fuck,” he gasped, his voice raspy and anxious.

  Convulsions from the aftermath of my powerful orgasm shook my body as Isaac quickly slipped out of his jacket, and then unbuttoned his shirt. The tight, muscular flesh beneath the dress shirt slowly exposed to my eyes sent a roaring anticipation throughout my entire body.

  His tall frame made it difficult to remove his slacks, but he squirmed and wiggled until he managed to get them, and his boxers, removed. “Come over here,” he ordered, sitting back against the leather driver seat.

  I worked on unmalting my body from the position he’d left me in as he hit the button to scoot his seat back as far as it would go.

  Legs like jelly, I managed to climb to his side and straddle against his warm, hard cock. The truck smelled of sweet sex, expensive cologne and perfume, and leather. I sat in his lap, staring into his eyes, knowing those three little words were on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to say them, to scream them, but I couldn’t just yet. “Damn, you’re sexy,” Isaac whispered, reaching towards the wadded slacks in the floor. He fumbled with them until he found protection and lifted me from my position so I stood on the floorboard of the truck while he slipped the condom down his shaft.

  His hands gripped my hips, lowering me slowly over his cock. My pussy ached as the tip of his cock pressed through my swollen labia and into my tight, still throbbing cunt. “Oooooh,” I moaned, pushing my weight o
nto him, and his cock deeper into my body.

  His hands gripped my ass, pulling me into him as he finally filled me with his large member. My breathing instantly became labored, and my eyes could barely stay open as the sensation of his large manhood spread my hips and explored parts of my body I didn’t know existed until then.

  The friction of my clit against his belly, the curve in his cock tickling at my G-spot with every thrust, and the pure satisfaction from the fullness he offered me was driving me wild, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came once again.

  He lifted his ass from the seat, slamming into me hard. His balls bounced against my ass, slapping with the most delicious tune. I reached beneath me, gripping them so they wouldn't swing, and held them against the warm flesh of my ass.

  Isaac began to moan as I tugged his balls as he slammed into me. My body shook, my breasts burnt with desire, and my heart filled with a familiar feeling, one I was certain I’d had before: one I’d had for Isaac.

  The thrill of actually feeling the connection to the man who’d given me a ring and I’d accepted nearly crippled me, rendering me helpless as he continued to thrust between my legs with such force, such skill, that I let loose of my second orgasm, dripping my cum to my fingers that surrounded his tightening balls. “Fuck,” he roared as I contracted around his cock.

  His grip on my ass tightened, pushing me into his chest. My chin rested on his broad shoulder while I struggled to catch my breath. I loved Isaac Lewis; I knew that now. There was no doubt in my mind at that very moment.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Isaac

  That ugly monster that gnawed the inside of my gut wouldn’t cease. I loved my time with Maddie, and that fucking little monster inside of me wanted to constantly remind me that she wasn’t mine, she never was, and after she finds out the truth, she never will be.

  My fist clenched tight, and I slammed it hard against my mahogany desk, alerting Beth to my agitated state. “What is it?” she asked, standing in my doorway with a look of fear in her eyes.