SEAL's Second Chance (A Navy SEAL Brotherhood Romance)

by Ivy Jordan

  I pulled back, staring up into his dark eyes. “You’re what I want. You’re what I’ve always wanted,” I admitted.

  His eyes glossed over with wetness, but not a single tear dropped. His lips tightened, but I could see them begin to quiver as he obviously fought back the rush of emotion.

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” I said sternly.

  “I love you, Lucy,” he said softly, kissing me on the forehead.

  My heart felt as though it exploded in my chest from the overload of emotion surging through me. “I love you too, Silas,” I sobbed.

  His strong arms scooped me up from my feet and carried me into the hotel room. The heavy door slammed shut behind me as he moved toward the bed. My mouth reached for his, stretching my neck until our lips finally met. His taste was so delicious, so missed, my tongue worked diligently to sop up every ounce of his flavor.

  He gently placed me on the bed, his eyes penetrating me fiercely as my body began to ache for his touch. He undressed, slowly, letting me take in every ripple in his chest, every line in his form. He held his cock, stroking it slowly, and then slid on a condom before lowering to his knees at the end of the bed. He gripped my ankles, pulling my ass to the edge and closer to his mouth. I fell back, unable to control the arousal that rolled through my body like thunder. My back arched as he slipped my skirt above my hips and my panties to my ankles.

  My eyes were closed, waiting for the sensation of his touch. His tongue pressed flat against my pussy, lapping my flesh with slow, steady strokes. Moans escaped my throat, my hands reached for his head, gripping it, guiding it to keep the same rhythm.

  My knees tightened around him, pressing into his ears as his tongue pushed deep inside of me. I lifted up, rocking my hips toward him as he sucked on my flesh, enjoying the juices he aroused from me. “I love you,” I whispered.

  “I love you,” he said softly, lifting his mouth from my sweet spot. His eyes penetrated me, filled with emotion and hunger.

  He stood, showing off his large erection as he leaned forward to grip my shirt. His strong hands lifted it from my body, over my head, and into the floor without effort. My eyes locked onto his as he carefully removed my bra. His movements were so sensual, so loving, my body responded with electric tingles, goosebumps, and a gentle quivering.

  His hands slowly slid down my sides, stopping at my hips. He gripped my flesh tightly and pulled it toward him. My legs wrapped around his waist as he lowered himself at the edge of the bed. My arms locked around his neck as he lifted me from the bed and onto his erection. The weight of my body pushed him deep into my pussy as loud moans filled the room.

  My back pressed against the wall as Silas pushed into me. His growls were intoxicating, his strength powerful and impressive. The palm of his hands rested on my ass cheeks, pushing them upward, and then letting them drop slowly back down onto his long cock.

  Waves of pleasure began rolling through my body as my clit swelled against his pelvis. My eyes locked to his, and with my body shaking, my pussy throbbing, and my bottom lip quivering, I came in his arms.

  He lowered me to the bed, mounted me gently, and leaned in, kissing me softly on the mouth.

  My body was still recovering from the powerful orgasm it’d just received when he began to throb inside of me. Another swell of waves rolled through, causing my eyes to close, my legs to fall open, and my body to interact only with his. His cock slid in and out, slowly, and deep. My skin was so sensitive that every stroke sent me into a trance-like state of satisfaction.

  His body tightened. His arms flexed around me, and his legs pushed his hips further into mine. I reached around his muscular body, my hands resting on his hard ass as it clenched from the ecstasy shooting through his veins.

  “I’m home,” he said softly, pulling me into him as he rolled to his side.

  Chapter Ten

  Time flew by. Silas and I spent most of our time in bed, while Kayla handled the store. I cried a lot, feeling the pain of him leaving even before it happened, but I knew we had two weeks before we had to say goodbye, and I planned to make the best of every second.

  “What if we don’t survive the distance?” I asked, snuggled under his arm with my head on his chest.

  His hand moved to my face, brushing the long, auburn locks away from my brow. “What if we do?” he asked.

  I smiled. I loved that he was so positive.

  “There’s no one else in the world I would want more to be waiting for me when I get home,” he said softly.

  I sighed, letting the warm air of my breath tickle the hairs on his chest. He squirmed, I giggled, and he quickly pounced onto me, pinning me to the mattress.

  “Let’s get a shower, and go have lunch,” he said cheerfully.

  I stretched upward, pushing my lips into his. I could taste the mixture of our juices on his tongue from our love making.

  He jumped up, pulling away from my kiss. His body was so delicious. I hated to get out of bed. “Do we have to?” I pouted.

  “Woman, you’re gonna kill me,” he laughed.

  He extended his hand to me and pulled me from the bed as I took it. He gripped my ass cheeks tightly, guiding me into the bathroom as he kissed on the back of my neck.

  The shower washed away my tears so he couldn’t see them as he gently washed me with my pink loofah. I was going to miss him so badly. It tore my heart out just thinking about our time being up soon.

  “How will we see each other when you get back?” I asked.

  “This is home. I’ll work, and then I’ll come home,” he said, making it sound so simple.

  It wasn’t like a nine-to-five job. He would be at work for months at a time, and only home for a few days in between. “We’ll figure it out,” he whispered softly.

  My hands roamed through the mounds of muscles on his body, exploring every inch. I wanted to memorize his form, suck in his scent so it would last a lifetime, and stare into his eyes so intensely that I could imprint my love onto his soul.

  He slapped my ass as I stepped out of the shower, causing me to jump. “No fussing to get ready; you’re beautiful just the way you are,” he insisted.

  I stood, cocking my hip to the side and placing my hand on my waist. “So, I should go like this?” I teased.

  He stepped out of the shower, gripped my hips, and pulled me in close. “Yes,” he growled.

  “I think I may have a problem getting served,” I laughed.

  “Oh, baby. There’s no one in their right mind that wouldn’t serve you,” he said.

  His phone rang in the bedroom, echoing through the loft like a warning siren of impending doom. My heart sank, knowing he hadn’t received any contact since he’d been there, with the exception of Brenda’s text.

  He looked distressed as he rushed from the bathroom and toward the sound. I wrapped a towel around me and entered the room carefully, hoping to hear who the mystery caller was on the other end of his phone.

  “Yes, sir. I’ll be there. No. Not a problem at all, sir. Thank you, sir,” he said in a very military-style tone.

  “Who was that?” I asked, already knowing it was work related.

  His face was pale, his eyes filled with sadness and worry, and with every second I looked at him, my heart broke.

  “The mission’s been pushed up. I leave for Turkey Tuesday morning. I have to leave today to get back and prepped.”

  My knees weakened beneath me, and I felt as though I’d faint right there. I managed to keep my legs sturdy, and my mind focused as I took in his words.

  He quickly moved toward me, wrapping me in his arms. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

  “It’s not your fault. It’s a noble sacrifice,” I sulked. “I just don’t know if I can handle this,” I added.

  “You can,” he assured me.

  “You’ll always be leaving,” I gasped.

  “But I’ll always be coming home,” he replied.

 
; His hand stroked the hair from my face and wiped the single tear that escaped my eye.

  “We can do this,” he said.

  I looked up into his eyes. I knew we could. There was no one on this earth that I’d rather be waiting for. He was worth it. We were worth it.

  “Okay. Let’s get you packed,” I said, trying my best to be diplomatic.

  He winked at me, and then leaned in and kissed me softly on the cheek before grabbing his phone to make the flight arrangements.

  The only flight available leaving Minnesota and landing in Wichita Falls, Texas that day was for four o’clock, giving us barely time to get packed and to the airport. Maybe it was best that we didn’t have time to say a long goodbye.

  Silas packed his clothes while I gathered anything that belonged to him around the loft. I bagged up the body wash, the lip balm, and the shampoo that he’d helped me to create for my men’s line, and shoved it in his suitcase.

  Silas pushed my back into the side of the car for a long passionate kiss in the airport drop-off lane. People stared at us as we embraced each other so tightly that it hurt. Some were envious, while others looked disgusted by our public display of affection. I didn’t care.

  “I’ll be home soon,” Silas said, grabbing his bags and rushing into the airport.

  “I’ll be waiting,” I promised.

  I watched him disappear into the crowd and then got back in my car. I stopped in the parking lot before leaving, watching the planes take off. I know I sat there over an hour, watching each one, wondering if it was his.

  There hadn’t been time for goodbyes, so he’d made me promise to apologize to Kayla and my mom. I knew as soon as I saw them, I would fall apart. They would have to be my support system now, keeping me strong until Silas came home.

  Epilogue

  The construction was almost complete on my new greenhouse. I walked around, checking on my plants while the workers hammered away around me. Business was booming, especially since taking my products online. I already had several orders to fill for a large retail group, and Silas had been looking for a manufacturer to handle my larger packaging orders.

  I loved the free time my new success had given me. I was able to travel to Texas and stay with Silas at times he couldn’t make it home. The ability to work online had changed the entire dynamic of our relationship, but I still yearned for a normal, day-to-day relationship.

  I pinched off a piece of mint and held it to my nose. The scent always made me think of Silas, and how sweet he was to help with the men’s line of products. It had been two years since we’d met, two years since I launched the men’s line with his favorite scents. Both things were booming: our relationship, and the men’s line.

  Damn, I missed him.

  I’d just gotten back from Texas a few days ago, but it felt like an eternity. I knew there was too much to handle here for me to leave again anytime soon, and Silas wasn’t promised another leave for at least two months. There were still moments, ones just like this one, where I wondered if I could continue this, if I could handle this.

  “When you feel like you’re slipping, call me, gorgeous,” is what Silas always said to me.

  Sometimes, he couldn’t pick up his phone, but hearing his voice on the voicemail was usually enough to hold me together. I needed that now. I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed his number.

  I heard it ring, but then echo. I pulled the phone from my ear, listening to the distinct ringtone of Silas’s phone coming from outside my greenhouse.

  My heart raced as I rushed through the doors. Silas stood there, smiling, with his phone in hand.

  “You really know how to ruin a guy’s surprise,” he teased.

  I jumped into his arms. My mouth pressed against his, my tongue exploring the taste I’d so desperately missed. “What are you doing here?” I asked.

  He gripped my wrists and gently pried my arms from around his neck. “Funny you should ask,” he said with an awkward grin.

  He backed away from me, lowering to one knee. My hands covered my mouth to stop the rush of explosions that tried to escape my throat. My eyes welled up with tears as he pulled out a black velvet ring box. “Lucy Eppes, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” he asked with a shaky voice.

  I loved that he was nervous. I loved that a strong, powerful man like Silas was still nervous around little ole me.

  I wanted to scream out YES! But my mind began reeling with worry. I was struggling enough having a long distance boyfriend. I didn’t want a long distance husband. We’d talked about marriage, but it was always thought to happen after he left the military, or at least settled somewhere closer to home.

  He smiled nervously up at me. I knew my hesitance was driving him insane.

  “How will this work?” I asked softly, not wanting to spoil the mood, but searching for the answers I needed.

  “I’ve just transferred to St. Paul Joint Air Reserve Station. I’ll have a steady position, and unless called upon by emergency or necessity, I’ll be home,” he said proudly.

  Tears fell down my cheeks, burning my flesh and blurring my vision.

  “It’s only a short drive. So, I can be home every night,” he grinned.

  “YES!” I blurted out.

  My hands gripped his arms, pulling him up from the ground. I jumped into his arms, kissing him fast and furiously on the cheeks, the neck, and the lips. I couldn’t imagine being any happier than I was in that very moment.

  “I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure,” he said.

  “How long has it been since you asked for the transfer?” I asked.

  He looked at me with a curious look. His lips curled into a smile, a crooked one like he gets when he’s being mischievous or sneaky.

  “I requested the transfer the day I arrived back in Texas. After our first two weeks together.”

  “Before the Turkey deployment?” I asked surprised.

  He nodded.

  “Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked.

  “I didn’t want to disappoint you if they said no. It’s never a guarantee,” he said.

  “You missed me as badly as I missed you,” I teased.

  “Of course I did!” he exclaimed, pulling me into his warm chest.

  “I never wanted you to feel that pain again. That look in your eyes the day I left early, it was more than I could bear,” he said.

  “I put on a brave face,” I insisted.

  I remembered that day. I cried outside the airport, but I stayed calm for his sake. I knew it was just as hard, if not harder, for him to leave. I still got to stay at home, knowing everything there would be the same every day. He was the one who had to leave home, wondering if it was still there to come home to when he got back.

  He pushed his finger into my chest, circling the area of my heart.

  “I appreciated that so much,” he said softly. “But I could feel your heart breaking,” he added.

  “Can you feel my heart now?” I asked smiling up at him.

  He pressed his palm against my chest, tightened his lips, and acted as though he was trying to listen for something.

  “I hear it,” he said softly.

  “What does it say?” I asked with a giggle.

  “It wants to go to bed,” he said, tilting his head to the side.

  I laughed. “Yes. That’s exactly what it’s saying.”

  Silas took the ring from the velvet box and carefully slid it onto my finger. My entire body was consumed with goosebumps as he leaned in and gave me our first kiss as an engaged couple. “I love you, Lucy,” he whispered.

  “I love you,” I replied, kissing his cheek gently.

  His strong arms quickly scooped me up, lifting me from my feet. I let out a squeal with excitement as my hands wrapped around his thick neck. He carried me into the loft, tossing me onto the bed.

  “Now, to consummating this engagement,” he laughed, stripping out of his tight shirt.

  My entire body quivered as I took in
his amazing form. Not only was he perfect on the outside, but he was perfect on the inside as well. This was going to be my husband. Mrs. Lucy Myers. I love the sound of that.

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  MR FIREFIGHTER

  By Ivy Jordan

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2017 Ivy Jordan

  Chapter One

  I was beginning to think I didn’t belong in this town.

  The small room where I would audition for the leading role in an independent film was filled with typical L.A. women. It felt as though every eye was on me when I entered, like they were wondering why I was there. I was beginning to wonder the same thing.

  “Name and role,” the lady at the desk asked as I approached. She didn’t even bother to look up as she scribbled down my name next to the role of Lucinda, the abused housewife that kills her husband.

  I took a seat next to one of the Barbie look-alikes, and re-read the part I planned to use in my audition.

  The only jobs I’d managed to snag since moving to this town were two commercial roles, a few print ads, and a nobody role in a cheesy, low-budget play. I needed this part. I needed something. Otherwise, I was heading right back to Lydick, Indiana to work in my grandfather’s hardware store. I couldn’t go back. Not after promising to be somebody. That look of disappointment in my father’s eyes when I turned down the scholarship to Notre Dame still haunted me at night. When I called home, I could still hear the pain in his voice.

  One after one, the blonde Barbies all took their turns in the casting room. My anxiety started to take hold of me as the room started to clear out. I stroked my long brown hair nervously. I was next. Deep breaths, inhale….exhale... “Emily Warren,” the woman at the desk called out. She pushed her glasses up on her nose as her head lifted to scan the room for the one belonging to the name she’d just called.