SEAL's Technique Box Set (A Navy SEAL Romance)

by Claire Adams

  I hugged her and kissed the top of her head. I hated seeing her cry. I knew she'd be sad when we had to split, but watching her was killing me. She pushed against my chest, so she was looking up at me again. Her nose was pink and her cheeks streaked with tears.

  "I couldn't let you leave without telling you that I love you. I've never loved anyone like this in my life."

  "I love you, too," I said. I cupped her face and kissed her. Her cheeks were wet from her tears. She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, tasting her.

  I loved how she tasted. I loved how she felt. I loved being with her, being inside her. I loved everything about her. She was perfect, and for the next week at least, she was mine. I pulled away looking down at her.

  "Open the door," I told her. She turned and unlocked the door, pushing it open. I scooped her up into my arms and kicked the door shut, walking over to her bed and dropping her onto the mattress, taking my suit jacket off. Abby sat up on the bed in front of me, undoing my shirt buttons one by one. I started on my pants; this couldn't happen fast enough. I wanted her. I loved her, and I wanted to show her how much.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Abby

  I love you. That was all I wanted to tell him. I didn't care whether he said it back or not. I just needed him to know. It didn't matter that he was leaving because it wouldn't change that. I wanted to cry when he said it back.

  Nothing else mattered. Just me and him. He pulled me up off the bed, so he could get me out of my dress. He undid the zipper, and it fell to my feet. He lifted me into his arms again, letting me wrap my legs around him. I tangled my fingers in his hair, kissing him slowly while he lowered me gently onto the bed, climbing on top of me.

  I ran my fingers through his hair, leaning back into the pillow as he kissed my neck and jaw. I gasped, feeling him suck one of my nipples on his way down my body. I watched him, needing to see him.

  It would never feel like this with anyone ever again. If I never met another person after him, it wouldn't make a difference to me. I knew I would never feel more connected to another man the way I felt to him.

  His stubble tickled my stomach as he kissed down my body, down between my legs. His big hands held my thighs apart as his tongue teased my clitoris. He sucked it between his lips, making me moan and writhe against him. I felt my wetness seep out of me. I felt brazen and exposed as he pleasured me. I knew he would lick every inch of my body if I wanted him to.

  My eyes fluttered shut, feeling him push two fingers inside me as his tongue continued to assault my clit.

  "Don't stop," I whispered. His free hand ran up my body, squeezing my breast. I covered it with mine, feeling him push me closer and closer to orgasm with his hand and mouth. I loved how his fingers felt, stretching me wider than I ever could with my own hand.

  I panted, moving my hips to meet the thrusts of his hand. His tongue was slow and firm. He kept his rhythm steady even though I was squirming. My stomach started to clench, and I felt my climax start to build. His fingers grazed a place deep inside me that pushed me over the edge. I bucked my hips forward, coming. He didn't stop, licking and fucking me with his fingers till my body had completely stilled. He kissed my inner thigh and sat up on his knees. I took his hand and sucked the two fingers that had been inside me into my mouth, moaning. He watched me with lust-darkened eyes.

  He held my thighs and pulled me towards him on the bed, running his hands over them. He looked at me like he was trying to burn it in his memory. I noticed his furrowed brow and pained expression. I pushed myself up into a sitting position, touching his face.

  "What's wrong?" I asked.

  "You're beautiful, Abby," he said.

  He kissed me sweetly, gently pushing me back down to the mattress. He got off the bed and quickly walked over to my closet where I had some condoms, retrieving one. I watched him slip it on before he climbed back onto the bed and settled between my open legs. His penis was so hard it stood straight up, against his stomach. I was wet and ready for him; I knew he could see how much with my legs spread open the way they were.

  He ran the head of his dick over my opening, pushing ever so slightly into me with his thick head before pulling back out. It killed me. The friction against my lips tied knots in my stomach. I wanted him to take me. I wanted to feel him stretch me and fuck me deeper than anybody ever had before.

  "Please, Nate," I whispered desperately. Sweat had broken out over my brow, and my voice was quivering. He complied, slowly feeding his hard, thick penis into me. I held my breath as he filled me, feeling him take up space that was already his.

  He leaned forward over me, thrusting in and out slowly as he kissed my cheek and neck softly. I ran my hand over his shoulders and biceps, hard under his skin from the effort of holding himself up.

  He was usually a lot more urgent. We would usually fuck first and kiss and cuddle later. It was never really slow and intimate the way it was now. We were both after something different this time. I wanted my body to tell him what I meant when I said I loved him. I wanted him to know that I was laying it all out on the table. Even if he was leaving, he was taking part of me with him.

  We kissed as he thrust into me, building a steady rhythm. I felt his deep, steady strokes in my entire body. I was soaked, turned on beyond belief by the man on top of me. I moaned as he made love to me. His hands touched my face, my breasts, my hips, leaving hot trails on my sensitive skin.

  I felt his weight press into me as he angled his hips to thrust deeper, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I felt his powerful back flex under my hand as he slid sensuously in and out of my body. He was so hard and firm, but he handled me so gently. I loved feeling his weight bear down on me while we were so intimately joined. His presence possessed me, on top of me, inside of me, one with me.

  "I love you," I whispered.

  "Say it again," he choked.

  "I love you, Nate," I said breathily.

  I felt him speed up, shifting off of me to thrust harder. He went faster, stoking the flame inside of me into an inferno. His vigorous strokes rocked through me harder and harder until I felt myself fall. I came, crying out, feeling myself come to pieces in Nate's arms. He went harder still, groaning as he climaxed before he slowed to a languorous stroke, and finally became still. He held my face and kissed me hard.

  "I love you, too," he said, looking into my eyes. Everything else became a drone in the background. That was all that mattered.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Nate

  I needed to stop doing this. I bet Abby never sat in bed staring at me sleeping when she got up before I did. A little while ago, it had made me feel like a creep, but now it almost felt necessary.

  I loved her. I couldn't believe I had her in my life. I couldn't believe that the day was coming when I wouldn't anymore.

  I still had to figure out what to do. The call hadn't been made yet, so technically, it wasn't official that anything was changing. God, I already hated myself for leaving her, and I hadn't done it yet. I didn't fucking want to. It was as simple as that. I was healthy, happy, and in love. What the fuck did I still need?

  I had loved music since I was a kid. I had put everything I had into Remus, writing my best songs, giving up years of my life just to make sure we got somewhere. But then we did, and what the fuck had it been for? Money?

  Remus was supposed to make me happy. Waking up every day to make music was supposed to make me happy, and all it had done was get me on a plane here trying to escape it all. I couldn't believe it, but Keno had been right. I was still trying to plan for something I could take because it was right in front of me.

  I loved this place. I loved this tiny island where nobody knew who I was, and I loved this girl who helped me beat my addiction and was more beautiful inside and out than anyone I'd ever met in my life. I lived in a million-dollar condo in downtown LA, and I'd never been happier than I was right now in a beachfront hut with Abby. I'd
spend the rest of my life in this bed with her.

  That was it. Why was I still looking? I had found it.

  I slid out of the bed and pulled my underwear on before walking out onto the porch. Abby had a hell of a view. The morning was clear and sunny, and the beach had just a few people on it. I checked the time; LA was a couple hours ahead of here, but it was still early, sometime before nine.

  Whatever. He was the one who wanted to hear from me, wasn't he? I dialed Wes Barry's number and waited for him to pick up.

  "Nate, how are you?" he asked cheerfully. I smiled. I was about to ruin his day if he thought I had good news for him.

  "Great. Listen. About that contract?" I said.

  "Did you like what you saw?" he asked. Objectively, yeah. It was a good-looking contract. Lots of money, agency, freedom, everything I thought I wanted, which I would take if the trade wasn't so damn shitty.

  "It's a pass, Wes. I can't take the deal." He was silent for a beat.

  "What's wrong with the contract? We can negotiate if-"

  "It's great. Really. I just don't want it."

  "You sure, kid? An opportunity like this doesn't come along every day," he warned. A girl like Abby didn't either.

  "I'm sure. Thanks again for the offer," I said, hanging up. The door creaked open behind me, and Abby came out to the porch. She was in a tank top and shorts – with no bra underneath, I couldn't help notice.

  "Hey," I said holding my arm out. She walked into my embrace, hugging me.

  "Hey. Is everything okay?" she asked looking up at me.

  "It is now," I said smiling. I sat in one of the chairs and she sat on the other.

  "Who was that?"

  "Remember the producer who called me offering a contract last week?" I asked.

  "I remember."

  "I called to tell him I was turning down his offer."

  "You're kidding."

  "Nope. I told him I didn't want it."

  "What are you going to do instead?"

  "I guess I'm staying. Know anyone looking for a roommate?" I asked.

  She beamed at me, crying and laughing and glowing with joy. In half a second, she was out of her seat and on top of me, and both of us were on the floor. She kissed me, pinning me between her and the floor of the porch. I laughed, stroking her hair. Best decision I had ever made.

  "Are you sure?" she asked, sitting up on my lap.

  "I'm positive."

  "What about your life in LA?"

  "You're the most important thing in my life, Abby. Nobody there is going to miss me."

  "What about your dad?" she asked. He didn't live in LA, but she had a point. I needed to tell him. I asked her to grab my phone off the table and called him, putting him on speaker.

  "Hello?" he asked, picking up.

  "Dad? It's me," I said, hugging Abby close.

  "How are you, son? What's going on?"

  "I wanted to tell you something. I got an offer to make music in LA solo from this guy, Wes Barry," I told him.

  "That's great news. Did you want a lawyer to look at the contract?"

  "No need. I turned it down."

  "You did? Why? I thought that was what you wanted." he said. I looked at Abby.

  "It was, but things changed. I'm not coming back to LA. I'm staying on Lanai."

  "Are you sure?" he asked.

  "I'm finally happy here, Dad. LA was poison. I don't want to go back. There's nothing keeping me there."

  "I'm going to support your decision, son. Your health should be your first priority. Are you happy there?"

  "I am. I actually have something else to tell you. I met someone."

  "You did? On the island?" he asked.

  "Yeah. We've been seeing each other this summer. She helped me a lot with my addiction. She's right here; do you want to talk to her?" I asked, looking at Abby. She was biting her lip nervously. I squeezed her leg reassuringly.

  "Sure, put her on."

  "G-good morning, Mr. Stone," Abby said timidly. "I'm Abby. Nate and I have been seeing each other."

  "Good morning, Abby. I suppose I have you to thank for Nate being in such a good mood lately?" he asked. I laughed as Abby blushed.

  "Lanai is Hawai'i's most enticing island, I can't take credit for that," she said, making him laugh. "You have a remarkable son, Mr. Stone."

  "I think so, too. Don't tell him I said that," he joked. "You watch out for him out there. Don't let him get into trouble."

  "Of course, sir. I care deeply about him," she said, smiling at me.

  "He needs more people like you in his life. Is he still there?"

  "I'm here, Dad," I said, holding Abby close to my chest.

  "What’s your plan of action?" he asked. "Are you going to work over there? You can still record music and distribute it independently," he said.

  "I have a couple options," I said, smiling at Abby.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Abby

  "Are you going to tell me how last night turned out?" Makani asked. We had just finished the lei greeting and were waiting for the performances to start. It was the last luau of the season before the post-summer slump.

  "He loved the dinner," I started.

  "Yes, and? Did you tell him?"

  "I told him. He said it back," I said, smiling.

  "Now, see, what took you so long?" she said, scolding me playfully.

  "I don't do this sort of thing, Makani. I didn't even know if what I was feeling was love."

  "At least you told him. I'm glad you decided not to let him leave without telling him."

  "Leave? Who's leaving?" I asked. Makani's eyes widened.

  "He's not leaving? You convinced him to stay?"

  "I didn't do anything. He just told me this morning that he wasn't going back. He turned down a deal this producer had for him in LA and said he didn't have anything to go back to there. He wants to stay here."

  "Permanently?" she asked.

  "I hope so. I talked to his dad this morning."

  "What? That's major. He wouldn't let you unless he was really serious."

  "I guess," I said giggling. "I'm just so happy. I didn't realize how stressed out it was making me, preparing to see him go. I feel like I can just enjoy him now. I can kiss him and not worry that I won't be able to again, you know?"

  "I'm really happy for you, Abby. Both of you. I think you guys saved each other this summer."

  "Saved?" I scoffed.

  "You showed up at just the right time. You both had things you needed to get over, and you helped each other out." I shrugged. I guess you could look at it that way.

  "Maybe," I said.

  "Maybe? I hardly even know you anymore. I've never met loved-up Abby before." I laughed.

  "I could say the same about you. I finally have both my friends back now," I said, referring to her and Keno.

  "About that..." she said. I panicked.

  "About that what? Did you guys break up again?"

  "I guess he technically is my ex-boyfriend if he's my fiancé now," she said.

  I squealed, making her laugh. "When were you going to tell me? Where's the ring?"

  "I was going to show you today, but Keno took it back because we had to get it resized."

  "Oh my God, Makani, congratulations. This is so great," I said, hugging her.

  "I guess we both won this summer," she said.

  "I'll say. When's the wedding?"

  "This winter. We don't have to wait. We were talking about doing this already before the breakup. The only reason we're having a ceremony is because of our families."

  "And me. I'd never forgive you if you eloped," I teased.

  "You're next," she said, grinning.

  "Slow down," I laughed. "We're not in a hurry."

  "He's moving here now, so you have all the time in the world," she mused. I smiled.

  It felt like a dream. Nate had told me what he was doing, and I had heard him tell his father what he was doing, but for some reason, him going
to Joseph and telling him that he was interested in a regular performing position at the hotel was what really sealed the deal for me and made it feel real.

  Even better, was he was performing tonight. This was one of his options. He had creative freedom and would get paid to make music. I didn’t know whether he saw himself doing this when he was thinking about a career in music, but this took away the stress of the cutthroat, money-hungry industry that had screwed him over before. Just him and his music the way that he wanted.

  I had watched him do this enough times that it shouldn’t have taken my breath away, but it did. I hooted and clapped with the audience when he took the stage. I watched, completely drawn by his presence on stage and his amazing music. I felt happy and smug knowing that the incredible man on stage was coming home with me. They thought they had him, but he was all mine.

  Makani, Keno, and I were waiting with drinks for Nate when he came off the stage.

  "How'd I do?" he asked, coming up to the bar where we were waiting. I kissed him, handing him a drink.

  "Amazing. As usual."

  "I heard the good news. You're one of us now," Makani said to him.

  "I heard yours, too, congratulations," he said.

  "How did you know before I did?" I asked.

  "I told him," Keno said.

  "Since you're both here, I think it goes without saying that you're both in the wedding party," Makani said.

  "How did he ask you? Did he get down on one knee?” I asked her.

  "You gotta propose on one knee," Nate said.

  "I go to the house, and he tells me he’s waiting for me in the garden. I go out there, and it's completely dark. I can't see him anywhere. I start going back into the house, and suddenly all these lamps turn on and he's standing there. He comes up to me and tells me that I’m the love of his life and he wants to spend the rest of his life with me," Makani said, beaming. Keno stood next to her with his arm around her waist.

  "Nice. Did she cry?" Nate asked Keno. I swatted him on the chest. What kind of question was that?

  "Oh, yeah," Keno said, laughing.