by Alice Cooper
“We don’t know each other, but I would like to remedy that.” They talked for some time and she used her considerable charm to make Sarah think that she was the best thing that happened to Judson in a long time. “I like Judson and I won’t let anybody hurt him in any way. I think that we understand each other.” “I’m not one to judge, but this girl is only out for herself. She trying to make me think that she has Judson’s best interests at heart, but I see right through her ruse. She wants to line her pockets. The other one is quiet and doesn’t say much. I think Sarah called her Jennifer, but I’m really not 100% sure on that.”
“I was right about you and I think that you might be best for him. He’s been flitting from girl to girl and there’s no telling when he’s going to get somebody pregnant. He thinks that he’s immune and that using a condom is always effective.” This made them both laugh and even Jennifer found this to be amusing. “I have two children that weren’t exactly planned. Things happen in the heat of the moment and I hope that you will think on that the next time that you get together with my client.” Sarah was wearing a very expensive blue and black pantsuit that made her look more important than she really was. Judson was her only client and having him discuss making her his agent was a life altering decision for the both of them.
“I don’t want an instant family and when I decide to have children, it will be a decision that we make together. His well being is the most important thing to me. He does need to stop show boating, I think that you can see from the game that he has toned that down considerably. He actually threw the ball to one of his teammates, instead of carrying it down the field on his own.” I don’t want to change him, but I think just knowing me has done that. I’m sure that it has a lot more to do with having his life flash before his eyes, but I don’t see any reason why I can’t take credit for that. I want to believe that these girls will abide by his wishes, but I’m not sure that I can fully trust them.”
“It’s interesting that you say that and as long as you make it legal, the sponsors will be eating it up out of my hand. A family man is something that they can sink their teeth into. I’m not suggesting that you run down the aisle, but getting that ring on your finger won’t be the worst thing that has happened to him.” The game was tied and soon was in the last quarter. One touchdown either way was going to make or break the game.
“We’ve been sitting here for the last 3 hours and I believe that the next play will be history making.” Jennifer hadn’t said much, but her eyes were glued to the game. She loved the little uniforms and how they hugged the bodies of those very athletic men.
They were on the edge of their seat and when the ball landed in Judson’s hand the whole stadium went, so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop.
Judson had a decision to make, as he avoided contact with the other team and was this close to winning the game by one touchdown. He saw the goal line. He took a deep breath and decided that he was never going to be told what to do by anyone.
He could hear his coach screaming on the sidelines. Judson felt like he was moving in slow motion. He avoided a tackle by leaping over top of the man and continuing on his journey to a moment that would have everybody talking for years to come. He held the ball firmly and saw out of his peripheral vision that a huge hulking form was coming for him. He danced to his own tune, turning slightly and once again preventing the inevitable impact to bring him to the ground.
Blocking everything out of his mind, he barreled forward and came to a stop with the crowd on its feet. The buzzer went off, as he spiked the ball and gave into his need to dance to the amusement of the crowd.
Chapter 5
At that very moment Samantha was now struggling to save herself from certain harm. She was rolling around on the floor with a knife poised to strike against her. She heard the pounding of the police officers on the other side of the door. This woman was hell bent on killing her and it was only by sheer luck alone that Sarah had gotten in the way. Jennifer tried to stab her, but it was Sarah who got up to leave to use the facilities that found herself on the receiving end of the blade.
“He said that he was going to do it. Do you know how much money I lost?” Jennifer had never been happy with her job, but she had used Sarah to find out certain details that had her swimming in cash. “I put everything on a 7 point win by the other team. Millions…I’m talking millions of dollars have disappeared and there’s no way to get it back. If I can’t have the money, then I can have my pound of flesh.”
The door broke free and the police officers came in with their guns drawn, but there was no way that they could act without the possibility of Samantha getting her throat slashed.
Samantha knew that it was up to her. Instead of panicking, she calmed her nerves and looked for something to use. She grabbed onto the bowl of chips and smashed it over Jennifer’s head. The knife wavered and then fell from her grip. That was when the police stepped forward and kicked it to the side. They pulled her off of Samantha and handcuffed her with her half unconscious and barely able to utter another word.
The paramedics were working on Sarah when Judson arrived and saw the prone form of a woman. He was terrified and ran in to find that Samantha was standing over in the corner with her hand up to her mouth. “I can’t believe that it was the assistant all this time. I’m glad that you’re OK. You do know that you invited the wolf into the henhouse?” He held her close and then they walked out of there together. They used a side exit. Judson found the coach standing there to give him a high five that echoed with the slap of their skin coming in contact.
“My boy, I hope that you’re ready for what comes next. You’re going to have to have your bags packed and ready to step up to the big leagues. We’ve never been in the Super Bowl, but we are going to make the most of it.” Jennifer may have lost big time, but the coach had dollar signs in his eyes. He had enough to retire to a cushy community in the Cayman Islands. He would never have to pay taxes again. He had one more year and then he was going to turn in his whistle for tropical drinks on a beach with bevy young nubile women. They found out that Sarah was going to make a full recovery
The limousine had tinted windows and when they closed the door, Samantha and Judson were all over each other. Samantha could taste the heat coming off of him in waves. She was pulling his uniform off. She devoured the man, sucking back with a vacuum like force and giving into her need to show him how he made her feel.
“I think that I might have to find somebody to try to kill you all the time. If you do this after a close call, then I can only imagine what I’m in for when we get home.” His voice raised an octave and his ass flexed and moved fluidly up to meet her insistent mouth. She was working her fingers and her mouth at the same time. He knew that this was the one time that she wasn’t taking any prisoners.
Holding his gaze, Samantha felt him tickle her tonsils and could feel the sticky presence of something that was sweet and delicious. His uniform pants were around his ankles. The excitement of the victory had turned him into very hot to touch kind of man. She had soaked his cock. It would make what she was going to do next easier to take him to the hilt. “I want him and maybe this is how the boys feel when they are placed into a corner and need to come out fighting. The adrenaline of fighting for that knife was something else. I need to translate that into something more physical and I have a willing partner sitting right in front of me.”
She had him worked up and that vein along the back was quite pronounced. She lifted the dress, until it was around her waist and then she straddled him and pulled her panties to the side. She rubbed the head back and forth over and around her clit.
“I think that you should give me that little hole of yours.” This may have been unpredictable, but he was happy to have the chance to get rid of some of the raging hormones that were out of control.” I don’t think that teasing is necessary. It’s time that you please your man.” His forceful tone was followed by his manly hands pulling her down. She fought aga
inst him to prolong this longer, but it was that fight that he was enjoying the most. When her body finally collapsed and the rush of air came from her lungs, she was right where he wanted her.
“That’s more like it…fuck me and don’t stop, until you see the whites of my eyes.” They were putting the springs in the vehicle to the test.
Her frame was planted heavily on top of him and he was more than happy to take the full force of the woman. “I hope that you’re ready for this, Samantha. Do you know that people are looking in the window and they can’t see a damn thing?” They both looked to see that several young women were waiting for him to emerge for his victory speech. They kissed madly, keeping their moans of encouragement to themselves. He felt her quivering and then he gave her the cream from within.
They lay there in each other’s arms and they knew that their lives would never be the same. That missing piece from their lives came from the most unlikely source, but they also understood that love makes for strange bedfellows. She did finish her studies and they had what was what a faith ceremony. They did this under the eyes of god, but not officiated by a priest.
THE END
FOR BAD BOY NAVY SEAL LOVERS
SEBASTIAN
Chapter 1
“I really appreciate you helping out Dr. Burk. I would swear that it’s a full moon. There are never enough beds to go around and sometimes I think that there are a few that get lost in the cracks. Volunteering your services like this tells me that there has to be a military connection in your family. I don’t mean to pry, but I’m usually a pretty good judge of character.” Randy Hope was the administrator for a halfway house for military veterans coming back after something traumatic happened during their mission. Randy had the full support of every military branch. He was of military origin himself, but he came back and found a purpose. He wasn’t going to drown in self pity at the bottom of a bottle.
“I only want to help. People like you who serve for the right to protect our freedoms deserve our respect. You honor us with your duty to country and to the flag and we are responsible for all of you when you come back damaged. I’ve been meaning to throw myself into a volunteer capacity, but I’ve never had enough time with my own busy practice.” Cali Burk was a bigger girl with the kind of curves that had a lot of men salivating for the chance to see what kind of stamina she had underneath the sheets. Her dirty blond hair was shoulder length with slight curls that gave her an innocent quality. “I wish that I could be truthful with him, but that is not how this works. I’ve been sworn to an oath and made to sign a nondisclosure agreement. I won’t betray the confidence of the man that gave me a task that others have failed at miserably. I’ve read his file and Sebastian comes here every day to sit with those that have lost a limb or are suffering needlessly because of painful reminders of their past.”
“I do have to ask you why you would consider doing this now. Everybody has their reasons and there’s always that stressor that pushes you into doing something that you’ve never been totally comfortable with. For me, it was losing my family because of nightmares that had me waking at all hours of the night screaming bloody murder. My wife at the time tried to be there for me, but I don’t blame her for wanting to start over with someone that didn’t have that much baggage.” What Randy wasn’t saying was that he wanted to kill his wife many times. It was as if the enemy was seen in her eyes and the last straw was putting his hands around his wife’s throat. It took his two young children to beg him to stop and then he knew it was over.
Cali could see that Randy was hurting, but doing this had alleviated some of the stress of what he had seen and endured in his time with the navy. She wanted to help on her oath to do no harm and to heal those that could be healed. “I do have one caveat for me to come here on a volunteer basis. I need to pick and choose those that I want to get more in depth with. I think it would be a good idea, as I usually have a good eye for those that are suffering more than others. I’m looking for a challenge and someone is out there waiting for me to take them by the hand and bring them into the light. They’ve lived in darkness long enough and it’s time that they finally find their way back home.” “My mission is clear and Sebastian Nicholas is my assignment of choice. I need to treat this very gently and not bulldoze my way into his life. Not even Randy knows my true purpose for being here. It was stressed to me with vehemence by a man that had so many medals that it was almost blinding to be in his presence.
“I have a few that say that they don’t need any help, but I know differently. It’s those that you should concentrate your efforts on. They won’t be very forthcoming and those missions that keep them up at night are for eyes only. Only those personnel given that kind of clearance can know what they’ve gone through.” Randy couldn’t help, but to look at this young woman in the prime of her life. She was wearing her heart on your sleeve and that kind of bleeding heart could get her into trouble. He had seen them come and go. Some left on their own accord and others had to be forced to find a different line of work. They couldn’t handle the horror stories and their minds would literally shut down after envisioning some of the things that these soldiers had to see.
“Those are the ones I’m looking for. I respect every man and woman that comes through that door looking for somebody to help. It shows that they have the strength of character and a willingness to look past their pride. They know that something has been broken, but it’s those that think that they are able to deal with it on their own that are truly this close to losing it all.” Cali watched this dark haired gentleman with caring eyes and a smile that made you feel at ease from the moment that he sat down in front of her.
Cali had her glasses on. It was a nondescript pair that made her look more matronly or maybe something of a naughty librarian. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, but it gave her that educational feel. That was not what these people needed. They needed someone that was going to be on their level and not treat them like they were numbers on a chart. She needed to personalize her approach and not make it seem like therapy. It had to look more natural. That wasn’t going to be easy.
Randy rummaged through the files and came up with five distinct names that would fit the criteria of what Dr. Burk was looking for. He glanced over his shoulder to see that she was looking out the window and there was a bead of sweat between her bountiful bosom. It made him lick his lips like a starving dog, but he also knew that he had someone special waiting for him back home. It’s just that he had always had a fantasy of making it with a woman with that kind of obvious endowment. It seemed almost cruel to end up with someone that was a bit less than what he was hoping for. She was the love his life, but she did not hold a candle to those that were busting out all over the place.
Cali was not blind and she knew what kind of effect that she had on those that were around her. Their careful and subtle glances or leering gaze was a good indication that she had more than the average girl, but this was something that was a sought after commodity by many. “I think that I will take a look at these and see if anything strikes my fancy. To be honest, I would like nobody to know that I’m a therapist. I find that it’s easier to consume their thoughts by becoming one of them. I have made myself a file and what I’m suffering from is a former PTSD. According to those records, I’m an infantry grunt that has troubles following orders. I have fits of rage and I tend to lash out at any authority figure. I’m going to weasel my way into one of these men’s lives. It might not be conventional therapy, but I do not believe in failure.” “I don’t want to be this secretive, but they told me that this was a matter of National Security. Sebastian Nicholas is a sharpshooter for a secret branch of the military. For all intents and purposes, he is known to be a navy sharpshooter, but his true purpose is more clandestine. They showed me a redacted file and I could tell from what I was reading that this man had skills that went beyond the Normal Range of military practices.”
“That’s highly unusual and I really don’t condone this kind of tr
ickery. I’m not going to tell you how to do your job, Dr. Burk. By all means, take all the time that you need. I’m just going to do my rounds and I have a young man that is working through some issues concerning his family. He lost both of his legs in Afghanistan trying to defuse a mine in the middle of the road. He’s despondent and I know he’s this close to wanting to end it all. Maybe if you had the time, you can see what you can’t do about helping him.” Randy was dressed impeccably, but there was almost something casual about his approach. He was wearing dark black jeans, a white shirt with no tie and a vest that made him look professional, but also someone that you could talk to about your problems. He stood at the door not wanting to leave.
She made a spectacle of looking through the files, but she knew exactly who she was looking for. Sebastian Nichols was the second from the last in the pile of five. His file was very light, but that was by design by the government. His missions were highly classified and ones that had left a lasting impact on his psyche. They called him in when only the most deadly of all could be the answer to what they were looking for. He could blend into any surroundings and become a sort of chameleon. He would infiltrate not unlike what she was going to do with his life and then burn it down from the inside out.
Cali took off her glasses replacing them with contacts and slowly taking on the guise of a wounded animal. She shifted nervously in your seat, wringing her hands and darting her eyes from one corner of the room to the other. This was common practice amongst those in the military. They were taught to have eyes in the back of their head. She had purposely gone through a three month program to get into the mindset of this mission. She needed all the information going forward and coming up with mannerisms that would come with the territory of PTSD was not easy by any means.
