by Susan Stoker
Greg put one hand in the small of her back and the other on her ass and supported her as he pushed her down to the couch and followed, keeping his weight off of her as he came down on top of her. She went without complaint, a small smile on her face.
“This is gonna be fast, Sher,” he said with a straight face. “I need you too badly to go slow.”
“Fast is fine,” she gasped, as his hand moved between her legs.
“You’re soaked, sweetheart,” he said in awe as his fingers swept between her folds, spreading the excitement he found there up to her clit.
“How could I not be?” she asked, clinging to his biceps tightly. “You taking that guy down as if he was no more than a pesky bug was a total turn on.”
Greg smiled. “You weren’t scared?”
“With you by my side, how could I be?”
Her words made Greg feel ten feet tall. Yeah, he’d been a SEAL, but that was years ago. He’d done so much political crap since then, he’d felt as if he’d lost the respect he used to have as a member of the Special Forces team. He slowly pressed one finger inside her tight sheath, gritting his teeth at how soft and wet she was inside.
Sheridan lifted her hips toward him as much as she could and moaned, “More.”
Instead of giving her more, he moved his soaked finger up to her clit and began rubbing her there. “You’ll get more of me,” he told her, “But you come first. Always.”
“Oh shit,” she said, even as she started moving her hips under his finger. Greg brought his free hand down to his dick and squeezed the base, hard. He was about ready to blow, but he wanted to be inside her first.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he eyed the bounty of female flesh under him. He loved her curves. Loved the way her tits shook and shifted with the movement of her hips. Her belly had a little pooch and he couldn’t wait to explore and caress every inch of her body. Later. “God, yes, that’s it,” he murmured as she writhed on his hand. “Show me what you like.”
“Harder,” she ordered. “Finger me harder.”
Greg did, loving the smell of her arousal that wafted up between them. Her tits were jiggling and moving against his chest, her nipples catching on his chest hair as she ground against him.
He felt her legs tense and her belly quake even as she said, “I’m gonna come.” Greg pressed harder and faster against her now stiff bundle of nerves and watched in awe as her back arched and her legs squeezed his hips as she came.
Her orgasm was a thing of beauty and Greg wanted to see it again and again and again. He let go and began to fumble behind him for his jeans. It was tough because his other hand was still firmly grasping his dick. His orgasm was a hair trigger away and he was hanging on by a thread.
“What are you doing?” she asked, running her hands up and down his chest, doing nothing to help his control.
“Condom,” he bit out between clenched teeth.
“I’m on the pill,” she told him. “Have been almost my entire life.”
Greg froze and turned back to her. “What are you saying?” he asked.
“Were you serious about wanting me for more than a fast fuck?”
Greg clenched his teeth, and braced his body above hers, his dick forgotten for the moment. “Of course I was. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”
“I want to be yours,” Sheridan told him. “The last month sucked not having you around. I missed you something awful. I like talking to you. I like watching you smile and laugh with the others in the bar. I feel more like a woman around you than I have in my entire life. I don’t know what will happen between us, but I want to give a relationship a try. I trust you. Fuck me, Greg.”
He stared at her in disbelief. “I’m clean, Sher. Swear on it. You trust me?”
She nodded. “I’ve only been with one man bare, and he was my husband. Of course, he screwed me over, big time, and I haven’t trusted anyone since. But I trust you, Greg Lambert. With my safety, that was proven tonight, and my body. I’m yours for as long as you want me.”
Greg was moving before she finished speaking. The head of his cock needing no assistance in getting to where it wanted to go. He was halfway inside her before he managed to control his thrust.
“Shit. Fuck. Damn it,” he murmured under his breath. “Am I hurting you?”
“It’s been a while and you’re big,” Sheridan said on a gasp. “But you’re not hurting me.”
Greg pulled back and then eased back in, pushing in a bit further. Then he did it again, and again until he could feel her small strip of pubic hair against his belly.
His cock throbbed, as if it had a heart beat of its own. “You’re so fucking hot,” Greg told Sheridan as he held himself still inside her.
“Move,” she begged, trying to shift under him, but not getting far because of his body weight on hers.
“I can’t,” he admitted.
She looked up at him and he saw the alarm in her gaze. “Why not?”
“Because if I move, I’m gonna come.”
She grinned up at him and ran her fingernails down his back until she reached his ass. Then she squeezed his butt cheeks and pressed him harder into her. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay,” he countered, gritting his teeth. “I want this to last.”
“Next time,” she murmured, leaning up and taking his earlobe between her ears.
“Oh fuck,” he swore then dropped to his elbows over her. Her tongue licking his ear was the last straw. He couldn’t hold back.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he told her even as he brought his hips back and thrust hard inside her once again.
Her answer was a moan and to lift her ass up to him on his downward thrust.
He did it again. And again. And she met him thrust for thrust, moaning and squirming under him as he pounded into her. Her tits bounced with every thrust and Greg couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
When she brought her hands to her chest and squeezed her tits, he lost it. Greg pushed inside of her farther than he’d been so far, and held himself there as he came. It felt as if he would never stop coming and even as he fell down on top of her, he felt one more spurt of come coat her insides.
“Fuck,” he said as he struggled to keep his weight off of hers.
“Yes, Sir,” she said smugly, “That’s what we did.”
Forcing himself to move, Greg pulled out, ignoring her squeak of dismay, and brought her to the floor. “What are you—Greg!” she exclaimed.
But Greg ignored her, He kneeled down between her legs and pushed them apart. Her folds were slightly red from their vigorous lovemaking, but it was his come that was leaking out of her that had him transfixed.
“I’ve never seen this,” he told her, not taking his eyes from her pussy.
“What?”
“Karen didn’t like sex much. Said it was too messy and uncomfortable. As soon as we’d finish she’d rush to the bathroom to clean up.” Greg wasn’t sure he should be talking about his deceased wife with his new girlfriend, but he couldn’t shut up. He caught some of his come and brought it up to her clit, massaging her as he continued to talk. “It’s sexy as fuck,” he told Sheridan.
Her legs opened wider and as she clenched at his touch, more come leaked out of her. “Greg,” she moaned.
“I came too fast,” he told her something she knew. “But I’ll get better after having you a couple hundred times.” He heard her gasp, but ignored it. “I promise, though, that I’ll always take care of you. You come first, and last. Always.”
And with that he continued to manipulate her clit. A wet spot was forming on her carpet under her ass, but Greg didn’t care. He’d steam her carpet tomorrow, and every day for the rest of his life if she gave him this. And it was a gift. A beautiful, sensual, amazing gift.
She lay under him, her arms over her head, giving him all of her, without a moment’s hesitation, and without seeming to be embarrassed about what he was doing.
Within a minute, S
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
She grunted an okay and kept her eyes closed as he slowly stood. Feeling more emotions than he’d felt in years, Greg stood and headed for her kitchen. Not caring that he was butt-ass naked, he wet a paper towel with warm water and brought it back to where Sheridan lay.
He proceeded to clean her pussy, which made her squirm, then asked, “you ready for bed? It’s late.”
She nodded and he helped her stand. She led him to her room and they both climbed into her bed. Without prompting, she laid her head on his shoulder and Greg wrapped his arm around her. One of her legs hitched up over his thigh and he sighed in contentment. He’d missed this. The closeness of being with someone else.
“Thank you,” Sheridan whispered after several minutes had passed.
“For what?”
“For coming back.”
Greg smiled. “You don’t have to thank me for that,” he told her. “Not when it was a foregone conclusion. You’re mine, Sheridan Temple.”
He felt her smile against his chest. Her fingers lightly brushed his chest hair as she caressed him.
“Are you mine?” she asked.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he told her.
“Good.”
“Good,” he agreed.
“What do you want for breakfast?” she asked sleepily.
“Whatever you want to make,” he told her. “As long as you do it naked.”
But she didn’t hear him. Her light snores telling him she’d already fallen asleep.
Three days later, when Sheridan was in Greg’s bathtub relaxing after a vigorous afternoon of lovemaking, his cell phone rang. He was in the kitchen preparing snack for them. Sheridan was going to head out to work in an hour or so and he wanted to make sure she had something in her belly before she went. He’d meet her there later and walk her back to his condo.
It had only been three days since their amazing first night together, but Greg felt as if he’d known her forever. They liked the same kinds of foods, for the most part they enjoyed the same movies, and they were more than compatible in bed.
Many people would consider him “past his prime,” but Sheridan made him feel like a new man. A better one. He’d been given a new lease on life and he wouldn’t screw it up. Sheridan would marry him, eventually. But for now they were enjoying simply living.
“Hello?”
“Lambert!” Vice President Warren Angelo drawled. “You ol’ dog you. I heard you’ve got yourself a new lady friend!”
“Word travels fast,” Greg complained.
Warren chuckled. “This is Washington you know.”
“Right. What’s up?”
“Can’t I just call to say hello?”
“No. Now, what’s up?” Greg repeated. He was friends with the Vice President, but not the kind of friend who would just call out of the blue to chat about nothing.
“Got a call from Benedict Hughes at the CIA. He’s real happy about the job you with the Ghost Ops thing. He’d like to discuss with you the possibility of—”
“No,” Greg interrupted.
“You don’t know what I was gonna say,” Warren said.
“The answer’s still no,” Greg told him. “I took the Sleeper SEAL assignment because I was at loose ends. I didn’t know if I was coming or going and needed something to do.”
“We need you,” Warren said softly.
“All due respect,” Greg said. “I served my country, Warren. More than served. I have the commendations and medals…and scars…to prove it. I’m ready to move on. To only worry about my woman and if she’s got what she needs to be happy and healthy. I want my biggest worry to be whether or not to have French toast or cereal for breakfast. I want to take a cruise. Relax. Not have to worry where my men are and if they’re in trouble or not. I deserve that. As does Sheridan.”
Warren was silent for a heartbeat on the other end of the line. Then he sighed. “I get it,” he said softly.
“Good. I know the fight against terrorism is never going to end. There’s always going to be someone out to get us. But I’m done.”
“Understood.”
“I wish you and Ben the best of luck. There are a lot of good men, former SEALs if that’s your preference, that will gladly do whatever it is that’s needed to help protect our country. But the only person I have the desire to protect from here on out…is Sheridan.”
“You’re a lucky man.”
“I am,” Greg immediately agreed. “You gonna get in trouble over this?” The last thing Greg wanted was for the Vice President to get an ass chewing from the President over not getting his assistance.
But Warren chuckled. “Fuck no. Like you said, there are a lot of other men who would gladly take the money we’re willing to pay them to work for us.”
“Good.”
“She it for you?” Warren asked.
“Yes.”
“I expect an invitation to the wedding,” the VP said.
“We’re eloping,” Greg told him, deciding that on the spot. If Sheridan agreed to become his wife, there was no way he was going to expose her to the politics that would come with a big Washington DC wedding. Hell, the President himself would probably expect to be invited, along with at least half the senate and the House of Representatives and most of the higher ups in the CIA. No way in fuck was he going to put that big of a bullseye on Sheridan. If she wanted a white dress and the entire wedding, she’d get it, but it’d be as far away from the bullshit politics of DC as he could get them.
Warren chuckled again. “Smart man. But seriously, you need anything, all you gotta do is ask.”
Greg nodded. He’d been told the same thing by each and every one of the Sleeper SEALs he’d recruited over the last year to fight and eradicate terrorism. Theirs was a tight knit group, but he was just as happy keeping that life separate from the one he was building with Sheridan.
“Thanks.” Greg heard Sheridan walking around in his bedroom and told Warren, “I gotta go.”
“Have a wonderful life,” the VP told him. “Seriously.”
“I plan on it,” Greg said, then clicked off the phone and threw it on the counter. Looking at his watch, he saw that Sheridan still had forty-five minutes before she had to go to work. That was plenty of time.
She loved the way his beard felt against her inner thighs as he ate her out…and he had a hankering for another taste of his woman.
He walked toward his bedroom unbuttoning his shirt as he went. All thoughts of Sleeper SEALs, the CIA, and terrorists out of his mind. The only thing he was concerned about for the moment was getting his woman naked and under him.
He was starting on his wonderful life, right this second.
ALL of the author who have written in the Sleeper SEAL series want to say THANK YOU for reading our words. This was a fun project for all of us, but it wouldn’t have been possible without YOU!
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Make sure to pick up ALL the books in the Sleeper SEAL series. These can be read in any order and each stands alone.
Protecting Dakota by Susan Stoker
Slow Ride by Becky McGraw
Michael’s Mercy by Dale Mayer
Saving Zola by Becca Jameson
Bachelor SEAL by Sharon Hamilton
Montana Rescue by Elle James
Thin Ice by Maryann Jordan
Grinch Reaper by Donna Michaels
All In by Lori Ryan
Broken SEAL by Geri Foster
Freedom Code by Elaine Levine
Flat Line by J.M. Madden
Keep reading for the first few chapters of Protecting Dakota by Susan Stoker, the first book in the Sleeper SEAL series, and the last book in the SEAL of Protection Series.
Also by Susan Stoker
SEAL of Protection Series
Protecting Caroline
Protecting Alabama
Protecting Fiona
Marrying Caroline (novella)
Protecting Summer
Protecting Cheyenne
Protecting Jessyka
Protecting Julie (novella)
Protecting Melody
Protecting the Future
Protecting Alabama’s Kids (novella)
Protecting Kiera (novella)
Protecting Dakota
Delta Force Heroes Series
Rescuing Rayne
Assisting Aimee - Loosely related to DF
Rescuing Emily
Rescuing Harley
Marrying Emily
Rescuing Kassie
Rescuing Bryn
Rescuing Casey
Rescuing Sadie (April 2018)
Rescuing Wendy (May 2018)
Rescuing Mary (Oct 2018)
Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes Series
Justice for Mackenzie
Justice for Mickie
Justice for Corrie
Justice for Laine (novella)
Shelter for Elizabeth
Justice for Boone
Shelter for Adeline
Shelter for Sophie
Justice for Erin
Justice for Milena
Shelter for Blythe (June 2018)
Justice for Hope (Sept 2018)
Shelter for Quinn (TBA)
Shelter for Koren (TBA)
Shelter for Penelope (TBA)
Ace Security Series
Claiming Grace
Claiming Alexis
Claiming Bailey
Claiming Felicity
Mountain Mercenaries Series
Defending Allye (Aug 2018)
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