SEAL the Deal (Alpha SEALs Book 1)

by Makenna Jameison

  “Rebecca,” he breathed, bending down to capture one rosy nipple in his mouth. She cried out as he sucked hard on the rigid peak. Alternating gentle flicks of his tongue with small nips of his teeth, she moaned as she writhed on his lap. He was growing harder by the second, and he hadn’t even seen all of her yet. Her breasts were so sensitive though, he didn’t want to stop what he was doing.

  “Can you come just from my playing with your nipples?” he asked huskily.

  “I, I don’t know,” she gasped.

  “I need to see all of you,” he said, suddenly standing. He righted her and turned, ready to guide her out of the hot tub. The jets of water pulsed against them, and just as he grabbed her hips from behind to help her out, she cried out as the water aligned perfectly with her swollen sex. He towered above her, his own erection pressing against her lower back, but the spray hit her sensitive folds perfectly. Locking one arm around her lower hips like a vice, he guided her closer.

  “Oh God,” she gasped, arching back against him.

  He slid his other hand over her firm, round ass, tracing the seam of her all the way until he reached her front. His fingers delved into her folds, and he realized she was already drenched, slickened with her own arousal.

  “Fuck, Rebecca, you’re so wet.” He caressed her for a moment, feeling the silkiness between his fingertips, and then slid two fingers into her core, pulsing them slowly in and out of her molten center. He nudged one leg between her thighs, opening her further to him, and then eased her up against his solid frame. She was trapped, pinned to him as his fingers impaled her, her sweet ass against his rock-hard erection. The jets aligned with her center even more perfectly from the angle at which he held her, and she cried out as he moved closer to the pulsating spray.

  “Patrick, I’m going to come,” she sobbed, her voice wrought with pleasure.

  “I want you to come, sweetheart. I’m going to tease and pleasure you all night long.”

  Her breathing increased, her chest rising and falling frantically, and she seemed even more aroused by his words. He worked his fingers faster within her tight channel, stretching her to accommodate him, and felt her walls beginning to clamp down around him.

  “Patrick!” she screamed, bucking wildly in his arms. She thrust down on his fingers again and again, and when he sensed it was too much, he turned her away from the pulsing jets, her walls still spasming around him. He slowly withdrew and then bent down, scooping her into his arms. Her body glistened with droplets of water as he carried them out of the hot tub, and she shivered at the sudden change in temperature.

  “Shhh, baby, I’ll keep you warm.” He grabbed a towel from the dresser and gently set her down, toweling her off. “Come to bed with me,” he instructed, kissing her softly as he backed her toward the giant king-sized bed that dominated the room. The backs of her knees hit the mattress, and he reached down, lifting her onto the bed as he collapsed down on top of her.

  His mouth was on hers in an instant, his hard body covering hers, and her hands raked over his head as she held him to her. He felt the bite of her nails against his scalp and knew she was just as desperate for him as he was for her. She trembled, whether from the cold or desire, he couldn’t tell.

  He needed her like he needed air. He needed to kiss her and pleasure her again—with his mouth and his tongue, with his cock seated deeply inside her. He wanted to claim her and make her his, to hear his name on her lips, and to sink so deeply inside that tight little channel that both of them would forget where he stopped and she began.

  Chapter 12

  Patrick’s large body covered hers completely. He was solid and firm, with muscles so hard they felt like they’d been chiseled from granite. It had been so long since she’d felt the weight of a man atop her that the sensations of his hard, male body dominating hers were almost foreign. His hot mouth was on hers, moving lower toward her neck as he nipped and sucked at her. Her breasts pressed into his solid chest, her nipples aching as they rubbed against his skin. His thick arousal pressed against her thigh, and she was desperate for him to take her, to fill the emptiness inside that only he could ease.

  He reached her breasts, kissing the swells of them softly before sucking at her nipples with renewed fervor.

  “Patrick,” she gasped, arching into him.

  “I want to make you come just like this,” he growled, gently tugging one bud between his teeth.

  “No, I need you…inside me,” she gasped.

  He flicked his tongue rapidly over her nipple, causing her to cry out. “Patrick, please,” she begged desperately, her hips bucking up off the bed. The ‘please’ that she uttered was his undoing, because he stopped, gazing at her in a lust-filled haze.

  Patrick shifted and knelt before her, grasping her hips and pulling her onto his lap until his erection brushed against her sensitive folds. He rubbed himself back and forth through her wet lips, maintaining steady control as she moaned.

  “How do you want me?” Patrick asked, his voice low.

  “Slow and deep,” she murmured as the tip of his erection penetrated her.

  His thick length slowly plunged into her, filling and stretching her inch by painstaking inch, until she was completely impaled by him. He stroked her this way for a moment, his throbbing arousal rubbing against every nerve ending as her walls clenched around him. It was a tight fit—he stretched and filled her completely, an intimate invasion of his body into her own smaller one, and for the first time in her life, she felt completely whole, as if Patrick was the piece that had been missing all along.

  She was completely vulnerable to him in this position. Their sexes were joined as he held her on his lap, her legs spread wide to accommodate his broad form. He gazed down at her bare breasts hungrily, desire deepening his blue eyes. He made love to her slowly, building her up as he thrust into her again and again, until it was almost too much to bear. The exquisite pressure of him filling her was simultaneously too much and not nearly enough.

  He brushed his thumb across her sensitive bundle of nerves, igniting every nerve ending in her body. Moving his thumb lower, he spread her arousal over the sensitive bud, each stroke of his sending flashes of white light right through her.

  “I can see how aroused you are,” he said, his voice dark with desire.

  “Yes,” she gasped as he moved his thumb back and forth, sending more waves of pleasure through her that she felt all the way down to her toes. She pulsed with awareness, every touch of his sending her higher and higher. Her entire body was under his command, her very soul being held in his capable hands. This man wanted to dominate her, to please and sate her, and she was helpless to her body’s response to him.

  “Say my name,” he commanded.

  “Oh!” she gasped, as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

  She was helpless to the onslaught of pleasure. He was stroking her so deeply inside she knew she’d never be the same again without this man. He wasn’t just making love to her, he was claiming her, reaching depths inside that she’d never felt before. Her inner walls began to clench around him, milking him as she gave herself over to the onslaught of pleasure. He was like a freight train chasing down her orgasm, and she had no way of stopping him—nor did she want to.

  “Rebecca.” He moved his thumb more quickly over her clit, and she arched up toward him, unable to stop the beginning of her climax brought forth by his expert touch. “Tell me who you belong to.”

  “Patrick!” she screamed, clutching onto the comforter as she exploded. She bucked wildly on his lap, unable to control her body’s reaction as Patrick wrought every last ounce of pleasure from her, taking her deeper, harder, faster now. She’d never come that hard before, never had a man take her to such heights, and she swore that she could actually see stars.

  Patrick’s eyes darkened with approval and male satisfaction. He thrust into her once, twice, and impossibly hardened even more, emptying himself deep inside of her.

  He slowly withdrew, and b
efore she could even get her wits about her, he was lifting her off his lap and placing her gently down on the bed. He stretched out on top of her, capturing her wrists in one large hand and lifting them above her head, pinning them to the mattress. “So gorgeous,” he murmured, allowing his other hand to skim over her breasts before reaching her still-swollen sex.

  He rubbed her aching clit, and she was shocked to feel arousal already building within her once more. Aligning his already throbbing erection with her center, he slowly pushed into her again. He gently grasped one of her legs in his other arm, bending her knee and pushing it up as he opened her more fully to him. She gasped as he sank in until he was balls deep inside her, the tip of his erection reaching all the way to her cervix.

  He began thrusting slowly, sensuously, and she helplessly clenched her hands into fists as he held her in position. He nipped at her neck, kissing and sucking her gently, and she inhaled the clean, masculine scent of him. His soap, cologne, everything, was mixed up in his own musky scent. She knew she’d smell of him in the morning, of the distinct aroma that was pure Patrick. And with the way he was currently devouring her, taking her, she wanted him to fill and possess her in every way imaginable.

  “Patrick,” she moaned softly as waves of desire again begin to build deep within. She’d come faster this time, she knew, having just climaxed only minutes ago. He thrust into her more quickly, the base of his penis rubbing up against her clit each time he sank deep inside her core. His large, muscular arm banded more tightly around the leg that he held, holding her open to him, and she screamed at her release, her body his for the taking.

  She was Patrick’s, mind, body, and soul. She’d given him everything, let herself open up to a man in a way she never had before.

  She didn’t think she’d ever be the same again.

  Rebecca awoke the next morning to Patrick’s large body wrapped protectively around hers. One of his arms was beneath her head, cradling her as she slept, and the other wrapped snuggly around her waist, tucked beneath her hip as if to prevent her from going anywhere. Like she wanted to be anywhere but in his powerful embrace.

  True to his promise in the hot tub, Patrick had pleasured her again and again last night. They’d made love slowly and leisurely on the bed, with him covering her body with his own much more powerful one. He’d taken her from behind as they’d gazed out over the ocean, hidden by the darkness of their room. The sounds of the waves crashing on the beach as Patrick had powerfully released inside of her was a moment that she’d never forget. He was as big and powerful as the ocean, surrounding and overwhelming her, yet also holding her up as she floated, more relaxed and content than she’d ever been.

  Finally she’d climbed atop him in the bed, riding his shaft as he guided her up and down, his hands tightly gripping her hips. Even from beneath her, he’d managed to control their lovemaking, to take her pleasure. To make her cry out his name in ecstasy once more. She’d collapsed against his chest in exhaustion after he’d made her come yet again, and she’d fallen asleep with him still deep inside of her.

  Sometime throughout the night Patrick had tucked her against him, enfolding her in his muscular arms and acting as her own personal blanket. He was hard and solid behind her, the epitome of strength and masculinity. He also held her so closely to him, so protectively, that she wondered how she’d ever be able to sleep a night again without Patrick at her side.

  He shifted behind her, awakened by her stirring, and she felt his arousal pressing against her lower back. His erection was heavy and thick, and she knew with only a few careful movements, he could be deep inside her again. She grew wet just thinking about it.

  “Good morning,” he said, his voice low and deep.

  “Good morning,” she said softly, attempting to turn in his arms to face him. He held her in place though, gently lifting her thigh with one strong hand and moving forward a few inches to take her again.

  His solid erection slowly penetrated her, eased by her still-slickened walls from an unforgettable night of lovemaking. He thrust into her softly, gently, his fingers swirling over her clit. She didn’t think it was possible for her to come so quickly, but within a few seconds of his expert touch, she was arching back, her walls clenching around him, and her orgasm exploding within her.

  Patrick pumped into her a few more times before impossibly hardening even more and chasing down his own release. His thrusts grew more powerful, and he held her tightly to him as he groaned her name and emptied his seed deep inside her. When he finally withdrew, he turned her around in his arms and pulled her against his chest.

  She closed her eyes and fell back asleep against him, the beating of his heart against her cheek lulling her into a gentle slumber.

  Chapter 13

  Patrick changed into his PT gear on Monday morning, heading toward base for training with the rest of his team. His head was completely out of the game though, which meant he was fucked, because having your mind on something other than your training or the mission was how accidents happened. How men got killed. And he had to be focused on the drills they had scheduled for later in the morning.

  They’d get in their regular workout first and then change into Scuba gear to do some dives offshore. A storm was coming in, and their CO wanted them to get in a dive out in the choppy waters of the Atlantic. They had to be prepared for all scenarios when they deployed, so it hadn’t come as a surprise to any of the men that they’d undergo this training regimen today. It was unfortunate for Patrick, though, since he couldn’t keep his mind off of Rebecca.

  He’d dropped his son off at school earlier and gone through the regular morning routine in their household, but his mind was a million miles away. Rebecca had blown him away, literally and figuratively. He’d been attracted to her when they chatted the first time they’d officially met, and he’d thoroughly enjoyed spending time with her on the beach and taking her out to dinner. But that night they spent together? She’d completely obliterated him, knocking down all of his defenses and somehow managing to steal another little piece of his heart.

  And the crux of it all? She had absolutely no idea of the effect that she had on him. It was a refreshing change from women content on playing games. She’d decimated him with barely a glance his way, stealing his breath and working her way into his heart.

  Aside from that, the woman was a freaking goddess in the bedroom, keeping up with his insatiable appetite for sex and allowing him to drive her to higher and higher heights of pleasure every time he’d taken her. Hell, he hadn’t even pleasured her in all the ways that he’d wanted. When he’d pulled her lush body onto his lap before they made love for the first time, she’d been so pink, wet, and swollen for him. He was dying to taste her, to run his tongue through her folds, savoring all her sweet juices.

  Rebecca had seemed as desperate as he was to take him inside her though, and once his throbbing cock had been pushing against her entrance, there was no place else he wanted to be. Another time he’d taste her, lick her completely senseless, letting her come on his mouth and his tongue. Another night he’d bend her over the bed, taking her from behind as he massaged her full breasts. Fuck. Just imagining it had him as hard as steel.

  He drove onto base, flashing his military ID at the gates before joining the rest of his men in the weight room. He was on time, but they’d arrived early, and hell if he didn’t hate being the last man there. All eyes were on him as he walked into the room, and he nodded at his men as way of greeting.

  “Ice, I never heard back from you,” Christopher called out when Patrick approached the other guys.

  “This weekend?” Patrick asked, scanning the free weights before he began his lifting regimen for the morning. He’d start with those, followed by the bench press, and then he’d work on his quads. What he really wanted to do was go for a long run, pounding out his frustration and pent-up sexual energy. Envisioning scenarios in the bedroom involving Rebecca had adrenaline pumping through him, and he had to get his mind b
ack on the day’s training.

  “Yeah, we met up at Anchors on Friday night,” Matthew said, grunting as he bench-pressed beside Patrick.

  “I had plans,” Patrick said, not offering further explanation.

  “Does she have a name?” Evan joked.

  “None of your damn business,” Patrick muttered.

  “What’s wrong, Evan?” Brent joked. “You can’t get a woman of your own and need to chase after Ice’s sloppy seconds?”

  “That’s enough,” Patrick said, shooting an icy glare at Brent as Matthew let out a low whistle beside him. They were in dangerous territory joking around about a woman he cared for, even if they didn’t realize it yet.

  Patrick had called in a favor with a buddy of his on the police force this morning, asking him to run the plates of the SUV he’d seen outside of Rebecca’s on Friday night. Something wasn’t sitting well with him—between the strange hang-ups at her office, the guy taking pictures of her on the beach a week ago, and the SUV that Rebecca had seen parked outside of her house, Patrick had a bad feeling. Someone was following her.

  He hadn’t wanted to scare her the other night, but first thing this morning, he’d called his friend at the Virginia Beach PD. After he got a name, he could compare it to the names of the plaintiffs at the recent cases at the courthouse. They were all a matter of public record, so it shouldn’t be too hard to determine if there was a match. An uneasy feeling in his gut told him that was exactly what he’d find.

  He assumed if anyone was indeed looking for Rebecca, it would be someone she’d faced off against in court. Divorce didn’t exactly bring out the charitable side in people, and if Rebecca was as successful of a lawyer as he thought, she likely had made a few enemies—whether she realized it or not. The thought didn’t sit well with him, and wasn’t that a gut check. For a man used to being on his own, minding his own damn business, he was unable to get the gorgeous lawyer out of his mind. The fact that she had a young daughter, and they both got along so well with his own son, only added to her mysterious appeal. For a guy who’d sworn he’d live the rest of his life alone, a life with a woman like Rebecca at his side was starting to sound pretty damn appealing.