SEALs of Winter: A military romance superbundle

by Seton, Cora

  She was so glad to see Jackson happy and in love. Dylan, too. Hell, even that wiseass Seth. She loved all of Cash’s friends, though definitely not as much as she loved Cash.

  The man was her rock. Strong and sexy and still setting her world on fire after all this time. When she’d first met Cash she’d been the fuckup of her family, working dead-end jobs because she hadn’t had the confidence to pursue her dreams. Cash was the one who’d shown her that she could do anything she set her mind to, which was why she was certain he’d be okay with this assignment. He might be uneasy at first, just as Claire had been, but in the end, he would give her the same faith and support he offered on a daily basis.

  “Okay, I should head out,” Jen said as she finished her tea. “Cash will be home soon and I need to make preparations.”

  Claire raised her eyebrows. “Preparations?”

  “Do you really think I’m going to drop this assignment on him without some prep? I need to butter him up before I tell him about it.”

  “Butter him up? Or sex him up?” Claire teased.

  She wiggled her eyebrows. “Sex. Duh.”

  “Well, good luck with that,” her friend said with a laugh. “The sex buttering thing never works for me. Dylan and Aidan see right through me every time.”

  “Yeah, but Dylan and Aidan also give you anything your little heart desires. They worship the ground you walk on.”

  Claire flashed a cheeky smile. “It is nice being worshipped. Trust me, the boys are very good at it.”

  They scraped back their chairs and crossed the deserted Starbucks toward the wastebaskets, where they tossed their empty cups.

  “Let me know what Cash says,” Claire said as they headed for the door.

  “Will do.”

  They exchanged a quick hug on the front stoop, then headed for their respective cars. Claire gave a honk of goodbye as she sped off, but Jen’s brain was already focused on more pressing matters. She needed to shower. Dry her hair. Straighten it, maybe? Naah, Cash liked it wavy. And she wanted to paint her nails that dark shade of red he liked. And he was definitely going to like the naughty purchases she’d picked up before she’d met with Claire.

  So…take a shower, get dressed, do her nails.

  The plan to butter up her man was ready to commence.

  Chapter Two

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  His girlfriend was hot.

  Smoking fuckin’ hot.

  Cash’s tongue hit the floor as he walked into their bedroom and found Jen lying on their bed. Absolute perfection assaulted his vision, white lace and mesh and ribbons joining together to create a jaw-dropping package that turned his dick to steel.

  Sweet baby Jesus.

  “Did I win the lottery?” he croaked.

  Jen smiled, that innocent yet insanely dirty smile that made his pulse race. His erection pressed into his fly as he swept his gaze over her. A merry widow cupped her full breasts, lacy on top, sheer as it dropped over her belly and ended right above the teeniest panties on the planet. Beribboned garters curled around her tanned thighs, holding up the white stockings covering her long, shapely legs.

  “How was lunch?” she asked cheerfully.

  “Seriously? You’re asking me about lunch? When you’re dressed like that?”

  With a coy look, she smoothed out the bottom of the merry widow and the motion caused her breasts to jut out enticingly.

  Saliva flooded Cash’s mouth. Holy hell. He wanted to suck on those tits so bad his lips were tingling.

  “You like?” Jen prompted, running her fingers over the lingerie’s lacy trim.

  “God, yes.”

  He strode to the foot of the bed, already yanking his T-shirt over his head. Appreciation burned in Jen’s eyes the second his bare chest made an appearance.

  Christ, he loved the way she looked at him. His body bore the signs of his job—faded scars, constant bruising, muscles that sometimes ached so bad it hurt to breathe, let alone move. And yet the sight of his naked body, however banged-up it was, never failed to bring a flare of heat to Jen’s eyes.

  “So what’s the occasion?” he drawled as he reached for his belt buckle.

  “Do I need an occasion to want to look sexy for you?”

  “You always look sexy to me,” he said gruffly.

  Hell, she could be wearing a paper sack and he’d still find her attractive. The woman looked like she’d stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine, and it still amazed him that she preferred to be behind the camera instead of in front of it. But Jen hated being the center of attention. He’d had to remind his buddies of that earlier when they’d been tossing around ideas about how he would propose. Cash knew Jen wouldn’t want him to make a big scene, but he still wanted it to be special.

  “Any more questions?” Her flirty voice interrupted his thoughts, and his eyes narrowed as she rose from the bed with the grace of a feline.

  Oh, he had a question, all right.

  What are you up to, sweetheart?

  He didn’t voice it, though. Jen was up to something—the woman was impulsive, but there was something decidedly calculated about this little seduction of hers, which told him his golden goddess had an agenda.

  And Cash would find out what it was.

  Later.

  Right now? He was totally going with it. Because damn, when your girlfriend looked like that? You were a moron if you didn’t play along.

  “It’s your show,” he told her, arching a brow. “Show me what you want.”

  Jen cupped him over his jeans, mischief lifting the corners of her mouth. “What do you think I want?”

  Chuckling, he pulled the belt free of its buckle, and Jen instantly tackled his zipper, dragging it down before hooking her fingers beneath his waistband. She tugged his jeans off, then waited for him to kick his socks and boots off.

  A moment later, Cash was buck naked, while Jen remained in her lingerie-clad glory. White fucking lace. The woman knew him well. Knew how much he got off on the whole virgin/whore thing.

  And he happened to know exactly what got her off.

  “On your knees, baby.”

  She slid down to the hardwood without delay, her eyes bright with excitement. Oh yeah, she loved it when he bossed her around. Almost as much as she liked the dirty talk.

  “Wrap your hand around my cock. Squeeze it nice and tight, the way your pussy squeezes it when I’m inside you.”

  A moan escaped her lips. She curled her delicate fingers around his shaft and did what he asked. Gripping him tight enough to make him growl.

  “Yeah, that’s it.” Cash tangled his fingers in her hair and stroked the silky strands. His gaze fixed on her mouth. Pink and ripe and perfect for what he wanted.

  “Give me that sweet mouth now,” he rasped. “Suck on the tip, baby.”

  She opened her mouth and engulfed him, her lips tightening around the crown of his cock before sliding lower, taking him deeper.

  His balls tightened as a bolt of heat shot through him. He gave her hair a sharp tug, abruptly pulling out of her mouth. “Just the tip,” he repeated in a rough command. “Or else you get nothing at all.”

  Jen pouted, then brought her lips back to his cock, wrapping her hand around the base as she suckled gently on his engorged head. She made a humming sound of approval and it vibrated through his shaft and made him groan. He didn’t know if it was the fact that she’d grown up in a military household, but the woman was damn good at following orders. She’d been dying to explore her sexuality when they’d first met, and after almost three years together, they were still exploring. Still pushing their sexual limits.

  She swirled her tongue around him, greedily lapping up the moisture seeping from the little slit. Gentle kisses and teasing licks danced over his tip, Jen’s soft moans revealing that she was enjoying every second of her seduction.

  “Give me more. Lick me up.”

  He watched her tongue travel along his hard length. She teased the sensitive underside, pumping him slow
ly with her fist in perfect rhythm to her long, lazy licks.

  With his hand cupping the back of her head and his hips setting the pace, it might have seemed like Cash was the one in control. But he knew he wasn’t. The woman on her knees in front of him had all the power, and when she sucked his entire length all the way to the back of her throat, black dots flashed in his vision and he almost keeled right over.

  “Oh fuck,” he mumbled. “Please, do that again.”

  Jen released his cock and peered up at him, batting her eyelashes like the temptress she was. “Ask me again—and not so nicely this time.”

  He narrowed his eyes, and his lips twitched when he saw the look in her eyes. He tightened his grip on her hair. “Deep-throat me, baby. Suck it like you mean it.”

  A peal of laughter escaped her perfect lips. “Much better, cowboy. You know I like you better when you’re filthy.”

  Cowboy. The nickname made him smile. She’d been calling him that since the night they’d met, when she’d insisted that his name sounded like it belonged to a cowboy.

  He groaned when she took him deep again, fast, wet glides that made his balls tingle. But just as the orgasm gathered at the base of his spine, Jen wrenched her mouth away.

  “You’re not allowed to come yet,” she said, wagging a finger as she got to her feet.

  He planted his hands on her slender hips and tugged her toward him. “What about you? Are you allowed to come?”

  His mouth crashed down on hers before she could answer, tongue stealing into her mouth as he brought one hand between her legs and cupped her over those barely-there panties. The paper-thin fabric was drenched, and he almost came from the feel of her damp, hot pussy pulsing beneath his palm.

  “How much did these sexy little panties cost?” He toyed with the flimsy straps at her hips.

  “Dirt cheap,” she murmured. “Because I knew you’d—”

  Cash ripped the straps, and the seams split apart with a hiss as the panties were torn off her.

  “—rip them off me,” she finished with a laugh. “You know, you really are a caveman.”

  Guilty as charged. His hormones went batshit crazy around this woman, turned him into a growling, panting Neanderthal with primal urges that couldn’t be satisfied until he was buried deep inside her.

  He lifted Jen into his arms and grasped her tight buttocks, grinding her lower body against his as he bent his head to kiss her. Their mouths stayed latched, tongues tangling as he lowered her onto the bed and kissed his way down her body, breathing in the sweet scent of her body lotion. He’d just placed an openmouthed kiss on her hip when he noticed her hand resting on the mattress, her short red fingernails a contrast to her golden skin.

  He brought her hand to his lips and sucked the tip of one dainty finger, then groaned and drew the entire thing in his mouth.

  Jen squirmed on the bed, her blue eyes dark with desire as she watched her finger disappear between his lips. “Gave myself a manicure,” she said breathlessly.

  “I noticed.” His tongue danced over her fingertips before drawing a wet circle on the center of her palm. “I love this color on you.”

  “Do you?” she said innocently. “I had no idea.”

  “Uh-huh. I’m sure you didn’t.” Rolling his eyes, he positioned both her hands at her sides. “You’re gonna want to keep your hands there.”

  “And why is that?”

  He offered a smug smile. “Because pretty soon you’ll be clawing at the sheets.”

  “I will, huh? Says wh—Oh God, yes,” she cried out when he suddenly buried his face between her thighs.

  He licked a path down her slit, his tongue toying with her opening and lapping at the evidence of her arousal. Lord, he was addicted to this woman. Addicted to the sweet taste of her, the hot, slick feel of her, the way she whimpered his name when he drew her clit between his lips and sucked.

  She rocked her hips into his face, clutching the sheets as her orgasm hit faster than he’d anticipated. “Coming,” she moaned, and then her clit pulsed under his tongue and moisture covered the finger he hadn’t even had time to slide inside her.

  Nowhere close to getting his fill, Cash stayed between her legs. He planted soft kisses on her inner thighs as she recovered from the orgasm, traced the tiny beauty mark on her left thigh with his tongue, then licked the moisture slicking her folds. When he gently tongued her swollen clit, she shuddered, a giggle wheezing out of her mouth.

  “Too sensitive,” she choked out.

  Chuckling, he avoided the tender spot and slid one finger inside her. Her hot channel clamped around it, and as he slowly pumped in and out, he raised his head to meet her eyes.

  “I love this tight pussy,” he rasped. “I love it even more knowing it’s all mine.”

  She moaned when he added a second finger.

  “It’s mine, isn’t it, Jen?”

  “Yours.” Her response came out as a wheeze.

  “I’m the only man who gets to touch you here. The only man who gets to put his fingers inside you.” Her inner muscles squeezed his fingers, telling him she enjoyed hearing every word. His intensity in bed had intimidated the women he’d dated in the past, but not Jen. It excited her. Stoked her arousal.

  “I’m the only man who gets to lick this sweet clit,” he said huskily, dropping a fleeting kiss on that sensitive nub.

  Jen’s hips rose off the bed, her breathing growing labored as he circled her clit with his tongue. It took longer to bring her to the edge the second time, but he didn’t mind one damn bit. He loved making his woman moan. Loved seeing her blue eyes go hazy with passion as she neared the brink.

  “Cash,” she whimpered. “I’m…”

  He abruptly lifted his head, smiling at her anguished expression. “No, you’re not. Not until I’m inside you.”

  He climbed up her body and covered it with his, kissing her roughly as he guided his heavy erection to her core. She reached between them before he could slide in, grasping his cock. Hard.

  “Mine,” she said fiercely.

  A grin sprang to his lips. “There’s no question about that, sweetheart. Now put it inside you.”

  She brought him to her opening and he gave a quick thrust, and his brain damn near imploded from the sheer pleasure of being inside her. They’d stopped using condoms last year, but he didn’t think he’d ever get used to the intimate contact. No barriers, just the tight sheath of her pussy, the sweet juices surrounding his dick, making it easy to plunge in and out of her body.

  “I love you,” he groaned, his head dropping into the crook of her neck.

  She wrapped her arms around him and dug her nails into his back. “I love you too, cowboy.”

  Cash started to move, driving into her as deep as he could go, but frustration shot through him when he registered the lace scratching his chest. He wanted to feel her breasts rubbing against him, damn it, those hard little nipples scraping his pecs.

  He rose onto his knees, his cock still lodged inside her, and touched the ribbons that held the front of her merry widow together. “How much did this cost?” he mumbled.

  “Pennies,” she assured him. “Because I knew—”

  He tore the ribbons and yanked the bra cups apart, exposing her breasts.

  “—you’d rip it off me,” she finished. “God, Cash. You make it really hard for me to have anything nice.”

  Flashing a cocky grin, he leaned forward and rotated his hips in a slow, sensual circle. “I’m giving you something nice now.” He swiped his tongue over one nipple, then propped her leg on his hip and plunged deep. “More than nice, actually.”

  Her lips found his again as he moved inside her. Slow and sweet, prolonging the pleasure and kindling the fire until finally his restraint snapped like a matchstick and he fucked her hard and fast, his entire world reducing to a hot, pulsing climax that blazed through his body and sent him soaring.

  When he crashed back to earth, he found Jen gazing up at him in pure satisfaction. “More tha
n nice,” she echoed with a happy purr.

  He rolled onto his side, nuzzled her neck for a moment, then got up to duck into the master bath. He returned with a towel, gently running it between her legs to clean her up, while she lazily stretched her arms over her head like a contented cat.

  Fuck, she was the most beautiful woman on the planet, even more so with the afterglow of orgasm flushing her cheeks and shining in her eyes.

  But now that his cock was sated and his brain was firing on all cylinders, Cash’s suspicions swiftly reared up again.

  “Two things,” he announced, sitting at the edge of the bed.

  Jen raised her eyebrows. “Okay…”

  “One—that was fucking amazing.”

  Her lips curved in a smile. “Hells yeah.”

  “And two—” he eyed her in challenge, “—what exactly did you do and how mad is it going to make me?”

  Argh. She should’ve known Cash would see through the seduction. The man was too damn perceptive for his own good. Oftentimes when Jen introduced him to people, they took one look at his broad, muscular body and the ruggedly handsome face that came with it, and assumed he was all brawn and no brains.

  But Cash was highly intelligent and shrewd as hell, and it was infuriatingly difficult to get anything past him.

  “Did you dent the car again?” he demanded. “Because you know that’s going to fuck with our insurance. And you know what? I love you so hard, babe, but I’m just gonna say it—you’re a bad driver.”

  Jen shot into a sitting position. “I am not! And I didn’t dent the car,” she said defensively. “The only reason it even happened that last time was because I got boxed in by that Hummer in the supermarket parking lot. It was a miracle I managed to get out of the space! Who still owns a Hummer these days? They’re so bad for the environment, and they’re enormous, and I’m happy I scraped that jerk’s door. He deserves it for driving such a terrible vehicle.”

  Cash’s lips twitched. “I happen to love hummers.”

  She jabbed her index finger between his pecs. “Yeah? Well, if you insult my driving skills again? You won’t get another hummer for as long as I live.”