Loved by a SEAL (Alpha SEALs Book 7)

by Makenna Jameison

  Her orgasm went on and on until she panted and pleaded with him to let up. Her inner walls clenched down around nothing, and she needed him there inside of her immediately. Gasping for breath, she barely was aware of him shucking off his jeans and boxers. His thick erection sprang out, and she looked on in awe as she saw the thick vein running down one side and head glistening with pre-cum.

  “Holy crap,” she whispered.

  “Sweetheart, you’re going to feel so damn good. You were so tight when I fingered you.”

  “Come here,” she pleaded.

  “Do you need me?” he asked, his voice gruff.

  “Please!”

  He prowled atop her body, his cock jutting against her clit as he ducked lower to kiss her.

  She gasped aloud as he prodded at her again, and then moments later, he lined himself up and slowly began to sink in. She moaned in awe at the exquisite pressure as Ryan filled her, easing in inch by painstaking inch.

  At last he bottomed out, the base of his penis rubbing against her still swollen clit. He stretched her completely, he was so long and thick, and she could do nothing but gasp as he pinned her in place beneath his muscular frame.

  “Sarah,” Ryan rasped, meeting her gaze. “You’re so beautiful.”

  He thrust into her gently, taking her breath away. He filled her completely, and she had the feeling every other man she’d been with had just been about sex. Ryan made love to her, stroking her inner walls with his thick length. He gauged her reactions and drove deep, causing her to cry out with pleasure.

  “Say you’re mine, Sarah.”

  Her walls clamped down around him as he growled his approval.

  “I’m yours,” she gasped, barely able to catch her breath as he began thrusting faster and faster. She clung to him desperately as his large, muscular body curled around hers and he claimed her, driving in and out with the force that was Ryan.

  She couldn’t do anything but hold on for the ride, and as he stretched her inner walls, moving more quickly, she clamped down around him and screamed, unable to do anything but surrender to the intense pleasure.

  Ryan tensed above her then released as well, his erection seeming to grow even larger as he came.

  He rolled them to their sides, still balls deep inside her, and she was shocked to find him hardening once more.

  “Already?”

  “You drive me crazy, Sarah. I could take you all night long.”

  “Is that a promise?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  Epilogue

  Ryan grabbed her hand as they walked toward the bonfire at the beach, twining his thick fingers between hers. Somehow it felt possessive and protective at the same time—like he needed to be as close to her as possible.

  “Do you want to tell them or should I?” he asked, grinning down at her.

  “I’m doing the honors,” she insisted.

  As they got closer, Sarah could see most of the SEAL team was already there. Patrick stood grinning beside Rebecca, his arm slung casually around her shoulder. Their kids sat happily a few feet away, chocolate and marshmallow covering their faces.

  “S’mores?” Sarah asked as they approached.

  Patrick’s gaze fell on her hand in Ryan’s, and he nodded at his CO. Sarah supposed that was his acknowledgement he was really okay with the idea of her and Ryan as a couple. Not that he’d say so in as many words.

  “The kids insisted on s’mores tonight,” Rebecca said, brushing a strand of hair away as the ocean breeze blew. “I can’t say that I blame them.”

  Sarah did a double take. “Is that a ring I see on your finger?”

  Patrick smirked as Rebecca beamed. “That didn’t take long,” he commented dryly. “Are you going to ask to see my ring, too?”

  Sarah shrieked and ran toward Patrick and Rebecca, throwing her arms around them both before staring at the wedding bands on each of their fingers. “You guys went and got married without telling me?”

  The two exchanged a knowing glance.

  “How could you?” Sarah asked.

  Ryan stopped beside her, chuckling. “I don’t think their wedding was meant to be all about you, Sarah.”

  “I know, I just meant—I can’t believe it. Does everyone else know?”

  “You’re the first,” Patrick said with a grin.

  Sarah glanced over at the other couples scattered around the area. Christopher and Lexi were roasting hotdogs on the other side of the bonfire, laughing as Christopher slung his arm around her shoulder. Brent and Ella each had beers in their hand and were chatting with Matthew and Brianna near the coolers. Evan and Alison were tending to their new baby, which Alison wore in some complicated looking baby wrap. A tiny little cry pierced the air, and Sarah smiled. Mike and Kenley were walking hand-in-hand toward them, coming back from a walk down by the water.

  “Congratulations,” Ryan said, holding out his hand to Patrick.

  The two men shook hands, and Sarah again looked at Patrick and Rebecca in shock. “I still can’t believe you kept it a secret!”

  “When Patrick got back from Germany, we decided it was time,” Rebecca said.

  “We figured we’d tell everyone tonight,” Patrick said, his cool blue eyes blazing.

  “Wow. I’m so happy for you guys!” Sarah said.

  “Didn’t you say you had some news, too?” Rebecca asked.

  Sarah looked up at Ryan, who squeezed her hand. His chiseled face gave nothing away, and for once she was glad he always appeared so stoic, so she could be the one to share the news. “I’m moving to Virginia Beach!”

  “You are?” Rebecca asked. “That’s wonderful!”

  “And this is Captain Mitchell’s doing?” Patrick asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “If I had my way, she’d have moved here months ago,” Ryan said. “But you know Sarah—she has to do everything her own way.”

  “You two are good for each other,” Patrick said.

  “Of course,” Sarah said lightly. “Did you ever doubt it?”

  The two men exchanged glances.

  “Oh come on,” she said, lightly swatting at Ryan as they headed over to grab drinks from the cooler. “Don’t be like that.”

  “Be like what?” he asked, looking amused.

  “Act like you didn’t know we’d end up together. You told me we’d been dancing around it for a year.”

  “Best damn foreplay I ever had,” he murmured into her ear. “And now that I have you in my bed every night? There’s nothing more I could ask for.”

  She looked up at him, and he lightly reached out and caressed her cheek. “I love you, Sarah,” he said, his voice gruff.

  “I love you, too,” she whispered.

  “Think we can ditch this party and go home?” he asked.

  “Not a chance. But you’ll have me all to yourself later.”

  “About damn time,” he said, ducking down for a kiss.

  THE END

  Thank you for reading Loved by a SEAL!

  Thank you for reading Loved by a SEAL, book 7 in my Alpha SEAL series! All the men on the team have found their woman, so it was time for the hardened SEAL team CO to finally get his own story, too. I loved writing the banter between Ryan and Sarah. What can I say? Sometimes opposites definitely do attract!

  I’m sure you noticed that the Delta Team made an appearance in this book. Colton briefly appeared in a previous story, and the rest of the men are brand new. The Alpha SEALs series will continue with the new guys woven in.

  I’m also working on a fun project set for release later this summer! Yay! Stay tuned for more information and be sure to find me on Facebook for the latest updates.

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  Alpha SEALs Series List

  Are you caught up on the Alpha SEALs series? Want to read them again? Click below to borrow or buy!

  SEAL THE DEAL (Patrick’s Story)

  SEALed With a Kiss (Evan’s Story)

  A SEAL’s Surrender (Christopher’s Story)

  A SEAL’s Seduction (Mike’s Story)

  The SEAL Next Door (Matthew’s Story)

  Protected by a SEAL (Brent’s Story)

  Loved by a SEAL (Ryan’s Story)—You Just Read It!

  Tempted by a SEAL—Coming Summer 2017

  About the Author

  Makenna Jameison is a bestselling romance author. She writes military romance and romantic suspense with hot alpha males, steamy scenes, and happily-ever-afters. Her debut series made it to #1 in Military Romance on Amazon. Makenna loves reading, writing, the beach, and traveling to new places. She lives in Washington DC with her husband and two daughters.

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  Keep reading for an exclusive excerpt from the first book in her Alpha SEALs series, SEAL the Deal.

  Rebecca Mayes has already endured more than her fair share of tragedy. After her husband was killed in a horrific car crash, she’d do anything to shield herself from more heartache. A highly sought after attorney, Rebecca’s success in the courtroom has not come without costs. The disgruntled ex-husband of a client is seeking revenge on the one he blames for his troubles—and his sights are set on Rebecca. While she remains blissfully unaware, he’s stalking her, and getting closer every day.

  Navy SEAL Patrick “Ice” Foster vowed to never be in a relationship again after watching his ex-wife slowly die of cancer. That type of anguish was more than he could handle in one lifetime, and there’s no way anyone can change his mind.

  Despite their determination never to fall in love again, Rebecca and Patrick can’t deny the connection between them. But when danger lurks around every corner, she knows there’s only one man she can trust to protect both her and her daughter. But who will protect her from a broken heart?

  SEAL the Deal, a stand-alone novel, is book one in the new series, Alpha SEALs.

  Exclusive Excerpt from SEAL THE DEAL

  Patrick “Ice” Foster hauled his sixty-pound rucksack onto his back and sauntered down the ramp of the C-17 military cargo plane, boots and fatigues dusty from his SEAL team’s week-long deployment to Afghanistan. He felt tired, his muscles stiff and sore, and dirty from the sweat and grime coating his skin. Nothing would feel better right now than a hot shower and a solid twelve hours sleeping in his own bed.

  Hell, after a week of pitching a tent in the desert and barely sleeping five hours a night, he’d gladly crash on his living room floor.

  He glanced down at the nasty stab wound on his forearm, sewn neatly shut with nine stitches. Compared to other injuries he’d gotten over the years as a SEAL, this was nothing but a scratch.

  Another member of his team, Mike “Patch” Hunter, had stitched him up in the field after they’d battled with insurgents. Patrick and his men had conducted a raid on an enemy compound, rescuing an American soldier being held hostage, and had slipped back into the night in their Black Hawk as quickly as they’d arrived.

  After tracking the enemies’ movements for four days, last night they’d completed their mission and gotten their man. And luck didn’t have a damn thing to do with it. Patrick’s SEAL team was among the best of the best. His men trained together daily and fought as one in battle. They were his brothers, and he’d lay down his life for any one of them, just as they’d do for him.

  “Are you meeting us at Anchors tomorrow, Ice?” Christopher “Blade” Walters asked as he caught up to Patrick.

  “Maybe,” he commented noncommittally as the two men fell in step beside one another.

  “You should—we missed your sorry ass last time.”

  “Needed my help picking up women?”

  “In your dreams. More like fighting them off.”

  Patrick smirked. A local bar near their base in Little Creek, Virginia, Anchors was a popular hangout frequented by the locals and military members alike. It was always packed with SEALs looking to unwind and local women intent on taking one home for the night. And vice versa.

  Not that Patrick had complained about that in his younger days, but at thirty-five, and as one of the older members on his team, he didn’t hang out there much anymore. Nor did he have the time to, but it was a tradition for the six guys on his SEAL team to go there the day after they’d returned from a deployment to have a few beers and decompress.

  “Although I am hoping to avoid that cute little blonde I met last time. She was way too clingy.”

  Patrick raised his eyebrows.

  “I took her home for the night, and she stuck around all morning. I finally had to convince her we had training that day. Even put on my PT gear before I escorted her out my front door.”

  “You’re such a charmer.”

  “I do what I can. And don’t get me wrong—she was a tiger in bed.”

  “That’s exactly why I avoid the place.”

  “The blonde?”

  “The women.”

  Patrick had met his ex-wife at Anchors years ago. He’d thought he was hot as shit back then, nothing but six-foot-three inches of solid muscle with the ability to easily attract all the ladies within a fifty-foot radius.

  The other guys had joked they were glad that he was off the market when he’d proposed to his ex. He’d never had trouble finding a woman to take home in the past and had enjoyed more than his fair share of the ladies over the years. Something about his ex-wife had drawn him in though, in a way no one else ever had before. She was open, sweet, and caring—the exact opposite of his own calm, cool, and collected demeanor.

  Patrick had earned the nickname “Ice” in BUD/S, Basic Underwater Demolition/SEALS training, for that very reason—he was completely calm, as cold as ice, no matter what situation was thrown at them.

  And they’d dealt with a lot. That instinct to keep a level head had been honed over years on the battlefield and deployments to hell holes all over the planet. Between those experiences and what he’d gone through with his ex, nothing could faze him now.

  She’d announced that she was leaving him when he’d returned from his second deployment, a two-week tour of hell in the jungles of South America. The other men on his team were all single, and Patrick thought he was the lucky one, having a woman to come home to. A wife who supposedly loved him.

  Fuck if he was wrong about everything. She couldn’t handle the stress of not knowing where he was, how long he’d be gone, or if he’d even return. Plenty of those who served never did come back—or when they did, they weren’t ever the same. War hardened a man, changed him, kept him on edge and completely alert even when he was back in his own bed. The women they left behind could never completely understand what they’d gone through.

  One deployment was hard enough, but having to go through that shit again and again? She couldn’t deal.

  Patrick’s first SEAL deployment had been difficult, but they’d talked afterward, and Patrick thought he’d left on good terms. That they’d work through it. Then after his second tour, she’d taken their young son and left, moving in with her parents the moment he returned.

  He’d been shocked. Dealing with the break-up of his marriage had him feeling like his goddamn heart was being ripped out, but he was determined not to let a damn thing get to him afterward. He sure as hell wasn’t about to let a woman ever do that to him again. He’d be just fine, t
hank you very much, living alone and seeing his son when he could. Maybe he’d enjoy the pleasure of a woman once in a while, but he sure as hell wouldn’t ever let one into his heart again.

  When she’d told him she had cancer last year and only had a few months left to live, that had sealed the deal, cementing his decision. No one should have to watch anyone they loved suffer that much—and he did still love her, despite their divorce. She was the mother of his child, the woman he’d pledged himself to honor and protect. Just like that, his world had crumbled apart once more.

  Now her parents watched Logan when Patrick was deployed, and the rest of the time he devoted his life to his six-year-old son. He had no desire or need for a committed relationship again. No, his son, his SEAL team, and the occasional lady he found to go home with were more than enough to fulfill him.

  Patrick took a deep breath as they walked off the C-17, inhaling the salty air that came from being near the water. Best thing about living here. Damn, if that didn’t feel good after being in the dry, desert heat for a week.

  It had been a short mission, but that didn’t make it any less difficult to leave his son. He’d take his kid down to the ocean this weekend if the weather was good—soak in all that sun and salty sea air.

  “Come on, that’s never kept you away before. It’s tradition,” Christopher insisted.

  “Fuck, yeah!” Mike shouted, catching up to them. “About time you join the rest of us for a night on the town again.”

  “We’ll see,” Patrick said. “I just got back—it’s gonna be hard to leave the kid again.”

  “Kids sleep,” Christopher commented. “Just come for a few hours.”

  “Agreed; that’s not an excuse. How’s the arm?” Mike asked.