TRITON: A Navy SEAL Romance (Heroes Ever After Book 2)

by Alana Albertson

  Oh, this man. I almost melted and became one with the water. The coarse hair on his face tickled when it grazed my chin, his full lips pressed against me, his warm, inviting tongue invaded my mouth and stroked with mine. His free hand grasped at my thigh, while the other held me in place, his kisses becoming more urgent. My body began to tingle. And I attempted to kiss him back with the same passion but he was completely in control. That hold never wavered. He had me just where he wanted me. He controlled the show.

  These kisses weren’t sweet. No, they were laced with firmness and all-consuming lust. I’d never been kissed like this before. He was all man. And all mine, if only for the night.

  My fingers dug into his strong shoulders, the water glistening off his back, shining against the night sky. I grinded against him, moaning louder the harder he kissed me. My clit hummed as I rubbed on the outline of his impressive length. His cock twitched through the fabric against my stomach, and I gyrated harder till our clothes were just a formality. The way my skin pressed to his, they might as well have been nonexistent.

  He let out a growl, like a hungry animal. “Out of the water.” I squeaked when he lifted me, propping me on the edge of the Jacuzzi, and parted my thighs. I was exposed under the stars for any beach stroller to see.

  And I didn’t care. All I was concerned about was the pang in my core, the ache, the need for him to fill me up. Little did I know, I’d be waiting. The difference in temperature made my nipples harden. He stood, hovering over me, and blocked any potential view from behind him. “How wet are you, Sara?” His sight homed in on the small triangle covering my center, and I almost clinched my legs shut. His eyes smoldered as he waited for my reply. And I grew wetter the longer he stared. I wanted him to touch me. I leaned back the best I could, holding myself up with my palms, and held his stare.

  “Very,” I practically purred.

  “Let me see.”

  “You want me to undress? Right here?” I asked, a bit panicked, but way turned on.

  “Just the bottoms, sweetheart. Take them off and part your lips. Let me see how wet I make you.” My chest thundered as I straightened, my legs dropping into the water, and brought my hands to my hips, and undid the bows holding the swimsuit in place. As soon as it fell to the edge of the tub, the night breeze caressed my sensitive flesh. Wet legs propped back on the ledge, I opened them, bringing a hand to my middle. I parted my lips and ran two fingers down the middle, letting them sink in when I reached the bottom. Then I presented the lubricated fingers to him.

  “Fuck.” He groaned, the water splashing as he squatted.

  “Come here, baby. I’m gonna lick you until you come all over my face.” Those words alone almost made me lose it. I arched my back, and spread my legs more. He undid my bikini top and kissed each of my nipples. Taking hold of my bottom, he cupped my ass and brought my pussy to his face. “Pretty. Pink. Perfect.” His deep voice excited me. My pussy pulsed when he leaned in and took a whiff of my most intimate area. “Even your scent is perfect,” he uttered before he buried his face into my pussy.

  I gasped as Kyle devoured me. He grunted as he took long lap after lap of my pussy. And I thought I’d blacken out from every slow death of sensation. The stubble on his face tickled my thighs, and his tongue lapped deeply at my opening, sending me into a frenzy. I was no virgin, but I honest to God had never had a man make me feel so much so fast. My ex-boyfriend had always been too sweet, too gentle, when I truly wanted it hard and rough. My other hookups had been so awkward, filled with regret or drunken embarrassment. Not tonight. Every time Kyle delved inside me, my back arched, my head thrown back as I got a view of the sky. I couldn’t decipher if the stars I saw belonged to the night’s sky or the heady feeling his tongue caused me. My previous drinks rushed through my body and mixed with the euphoria of his lips as he sucked on my clit. I wrapped my legs around his face and over his shoulders, pulling his head deeper against me. My hands shook as he ate me out, and I was afraid I’d slip off the tub ledge. I never wanted him to stop.

  “Oh, God, oh, Kyle. I’m going to come.”

  My eyes hooded over. He kept his pressure constant, sucking on my clit, then taking lap after lap while cradling my ass. My pussy clenched, and I began to moan. My hips bucked and I came, my body shuddering, the pleasure rippling throughout every part of me.

  “You good, baby?” I liked the way those words sounded.

  I whimpered out a yes as I sat up. I motioned for him to stand, and he smirked.

  He stood close to me in the corner of the hot tub, and I was mesmerized by his body. He said he played football, and it showed. He was in amazing shape. In better shape than the other pro athletes I’d seen out on the field. He almost looked like one of those fitness models that graced the covers of my workout magazines.

  I lifted, swiveled my legs around, and hopped off the ledge, snatching my discarded clothes. Placing them as a makeshift cushion for my knees, I lifted myself back in place and knelt on the ledge of the spa, my naked ass up in the air for anyone to see. I wasn’t an exhibitionist but this view made me carefree, it was so hot.

  I wrapped my hands around his waist and pulled his trunks down, releasing his cock. My eyes widened. Holy shit, he was huge. I was thrilled and a tad scared. I’d never been with a man this big. But I couldn’t wait to be fucked by him.

  Clasping my hand around the base of his cock, my mouth opened for him. The hand failed to completely wrap around his thick girth, and my mouth watered.

  “Suck me, baby.”

  I obeyed, licking my lips and doing my best to take him deeply, my lips stretching out, his length tickling the back of my throat. He reached down and guided the back of my neck as my head bobbed. Saliva ran down his length and onto my swollen lips and chin as I took him in and out. I never wanted to stop. He groaned once, then twice before pulling my hair, making me look at him. His eyes hooded, and though I could’ve sucked him all night, he pulled back. I moaned in protest.

  “You want me?” His voice had a powerful rumble, and the authority he held over my movements caused me to grow wetter. He motioned toward the bedroom. His eyes narrowed on a condom on the table next to the bed. Funny, I hadn’t noticed that there when I entered the room earlier. He must have taken it out when he changed.

  “Yes. Please don’t make me wait.”

  His lips turned into a smile, and he lifted me as if I weighed nothing, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me inside the room. He placed me on the bed on all fours, smacking my ass. “Don’t move.” My back curled like a cat when I heard the condom foil ripping and glanced back to see him rolling the condom over his thick cock. And though the swim trunks had looked amazing on him, his naked body was even better. He finished covering his cock and gave it a few hard strokes as he stared at my ass. Oh, God, I was so fucking wet, so slick, so ready for him.

  He moved with purpose as he rounded the bed, lifting one muscular, long leg and letting it sink into the mattress, gathered my hair at the nape and tugged. I moaned when his lips crashed onto mine, kissing me. Perfectly measured. Not too slow. Yet not fast. Firm. Amazing. More sensually than I thought humanly possible, he swirled his expert tongue with mine. I was gravitating into ecstasy. With one last kiss, he released me and climbed fully on the bed, urging me forward toward the headboard. I crawled forward, stopping at his monster-sized pillows. And he followed. Reaching around me, he stacked the fluffy pillows, placing them in front of me. “Knees on the pillows, beautiful.” Immediately, I did as I was told. And he slapped my ass, gripped my left hip, and slid the other arm around me, his hand splayed on my stomach. Pulling my back to his front, he positioned me tightly against him. The firm hand left my middle and I felt it squeeze my right breast.

  “Kyle…” Breath panting, I laid my head back on his chest as he groped the breast, rubbing the entire hand back and forth on the nipple.

  I writhed against him, purposely sticking my ass out, and let his dick cradle between my ass cheeks. “Fuck me. Please.
”

  This made him chuckle. Teasing me, he let go of my breast and grabbed his dick, before smacking each cheek again. “Ass all the way up, doll. I want you to guide my dick inside you.” I lifted higher as he gripped both hips, and pressed his cock inside.

  “Ah.” I whimpered and he thrust into me. Hard. He felt incredible, pumping deeper, faster. My pussy clenched.

  Almost out of breath, I reached forward, gripping the headboard, as he relentlessly pounded in me. And I couldn’t get enough. He released my hips and kneaded my ass with one hand and with his other hand worked my clit, rubbing me the right way.

  I came like I’d never come before, screaming his name. He kept at it, never losing his pace, and I came again, thrashing over his cock. My entire body hummed from head to toe when he didn’t stop, strumming my clit till I came again. Once, twice, three times a lady. I lay limp as his body tense and he released.

  He fucked me senseless three more times before morning. In between sessions we talked about our careers and what we planned to do with our lives next. I’d brought it up, wanting to know more. When he mentioned his football career, he told me he was almost sure he was giving it up. That I could consider him a former player. When he’d said it, it was as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. I was too worried about telling him I had recently made the squad, since he spoke of leaving the sport. It was small talk after that. And a lot of kissing before he wore me out in every room in his house. The next morning, I met his personal trainer, Pat, over breakfast. And after he had left, Kyle and I went at it again, this time in the shower. I’d never come so many times in a twenty-four-hour period. It almost seemed too good to be true. Body sore and sated, I gave him my number and he promised to call. I always believed things which started fast ended fast. All I knew was I didn’t want this night to be just another tally for his playbook.

  3

  Kyle

  Early December, Camp Rhino, Afghanistan

  When I was in college, winter had always been my favorite time of the year. Spring breaks always sucked because I’d been deep into a grueling spring training schedule, while summer vacations I’d spent preparing for the upcoming season. But winter breaks were the one time each year I could escape, party, and hook up without a care in the world.

  Not anymore. Most of the time I could barely tell what season it was. In Afghanistan, the long, frigid days and nights blended together. Nowadays, I was checking out terrorists instead of sexy coeds. And strangely enough, I was fulfilled.

  Today, I’d get a reprieve from my smelly men. Our SEAL team was the first stop on the much appreciated Christmas USO tour. Kept the morale high. The first plane had arrived yesterday, and the second one had just landed now.

  Pat, Vic, and I were on our way to greet the planes. No idea who was on the tour—usually it was a mix of professional athletes, cheerleaders, comedians, and movie stars. I’d done a USO tour myself when I’d played professional ball. Hanging out with the SEALs during Christmastime was what had convinced me to leave my career behind and join the Teams. My father was a retired Marine, and I’d always wanted to serve my country. It was the best decision I’d ever made.

  I handed Vic the big “Welcome to Afghanistan” sign, and the three of us walked to the runway to welcome the USO company. Yup, I was right—a few huge guys walked down the jet way. I immediately recognized one of them, a top quarterback. I was about to shake his hand when Pat whispered in my ear, “Hey, bro, isn’t that Omelet Girl?”

  I looked up. Fuck my life. Sara, the girl I’d met in Pacific Beach one night last summer while hanging out with Vic walked down the jet way in a skintight sweat suit emblazoned with a flame on the jacket. Pat had nicknamed her Omelet Girl because he’d stopped by my place the morning after I’d met her, and she’d cooked us omelets. They were damn good omelets, too. Vic had bitched those eggs should have technically been his since he’d been my wingman the night before. That only caused Pat to fuck with him some more. But besides being a good cook, I knew next to nothing about the girl. She’d never told me she was a professional cheerleader. A fucking San Diego Wildfire Girl—part of the hottest dance team in the league. Then again, I’d never told her I was a Navy SEAL. I guess we were even.

  My eyes traced her body, her incredible curves hiding beneath her clothes. I flashed and remembered her legs spread on the rim of my hot tub as I ate her for all I was worth.

  “Hi, Sara.” I grinned. “Welcome to Afghanistan, beautiful.”

  Her mouth flew open and closed, her lips twisting as if temporarily lost in thought. And I wondered if she’d call me out on what I’d done. After a beat, she gave me the same unabashed grin I’d given her. Though hers was more of a smirk. “Kyle! What are you doing here? Wait, you’re on the USO tour, too?” she asked excitedly, fluttering her lashes in a dramatic fashion. It was clear she was giving me a hard time. I excepted as much.

  She stared at my uniform, realization settling across her face. “Why are you in cammies? Were you on the other plane? Are you playing again? Which team do you play for?”

  Whoa, she should’ve been an interrogator. She could probably do a better job than I could. I laughed and pulled her to my side as she noticeably cringed at the barrage of questions. “SEAL Team Seven, sweetheart—I don’t play ball anymore. You just flew thirty-six hours to entertain me. And I’m ready. Come here, baby. Give me a kiss.” I hugged her and kissed her cheek, pressing her tight little body up against me.

  But our moment ended abruptly when she pulled away from me, her eyes sending me a pained look. Guilt crashed over me—we’d spent an incredible night together, then I’d deployed without saying good-bye. I’d told her I’d call her but never had.

  An older lady with bleached-blonde hair and a Botoxed face who resembled an alien nudged Sara, uttering, “I’m going to get set up in the USO barracks. Don’t take long. We’ll reconvene in the morning.” Sara nodded. Probably the chaperone. Those cheerleaders usually traveled with their directors; like modern-day chastity belts. She gave Sara a look that screamed, “Keep it moving!” before walking away. Fuck that, to get some alone time with her I’d throw a flash bang grenade if I had to. Despite her wholesome all-American good girl cheerleader image, Sara was a freak—our night together was one for the books. And I needed a replay.

  Her body flinched at the sound of a mortar going off in the distance, and I held her close, cradling her through the blast. The pink sky hung above us, thick with smoke.

  “I can’t believe you’re here. I couldn’t figure out why you’d vanished. I thought we’d connected.” She paused and her eyes focused on my gun. “A Navy SEAL? That’s why you gave up football?”

  “Absolutely. I love football but now my life has a different meaning. But football will always be a huge part of my life. I loved playing. Out here, football is important to the men and women who serve. That’s how we tell time. Each game means the passing of another week. Another week closer to going home.” Vic and Pat stepped over to us. “You remember Vic and Pat, don’t you?”

  Her girlfriends now gathered to her side and I recognized Sara’s friend, Maya, from the club. They were extremely close. There were seven other cheerleaders: a redhead, two brunettes, another blonde, a Latina girl, an Asian girl, and a sister. It was like an ice cream shop of hot women—one flavor for any taste.

  “Yeah. Hey, Vic,” she greeted, blushing. Vic tipped his head in return. “And Pat was your ‘trainer,’ right?”

  Pat smirked and gave her a reverent hug. Most SEALs lied about their jobs. Trainer was the job I’d given him when he’d met Sara. His eyes made a respectful dance around her friends, but he maintained his distance. Ever since he’d married Annie, Pat kept himself in check. He didn’t want any temptation. His only goal these days was to stay alive so he could return home to her and their son in one piece, especially now that Annie was pregnant again.

  The rest of the plane had disembarked now. There were other military men attending to the sports play
ers’ accommodations. My men had gladly volunteered to take care of the cheerleaders. Well, mostly Vic and I. I grabbed Sara’s luggage and escorted her and her fellow cheerleaders to the barracks with the guys trailing behind me. One look from me told them they needed to help the other ladies out. I would be the one assisting Sara. Hopefully in more ways than one. They were to stay in the Distinguished Visitor quarters—small single rooms each, with their own bed and dresser. Much better than the shithole barracks I bunked in. With any luck, I’d be crashing with her tonight.

  As the guys made their way down the hall with the other girls, I placed her suitcase in her room, dust flying everywhere. “So you’re a cheerleader? Girl, I knew you were a dancer,” I lightly teased, causing her to smile.

  She sat on the edge of the bed. The chin-length bob she’d rocked in the nightclub had magically grown into waist-length curls. My mom was a hairdresser; I knew extensions when I saw them. “I’m in college getting a degree in education. Why didn’t you tell me you were a SEAL? I think it’s awesome.” She wasn’t letting me off the hook that easily.

  Her legs were crossed, indicating she was somewhat closed off to me, but I could only concentrate on the outline of her panties through her sweats. That side view was what dreams were made of. I loved my job, but I missed being around women. Their voices, sweet-smelling hair, and soft bodies were intoxicating.

  I simply wasn’t used to giving accountability to anyone but my Team. And of course, my mother. But even she didn’t know about my missions. “Don’t take it personally. I don’t tell anyone what I do. It’s safer that way. If a guy goes around boasting he’s a SEAL, he’s probably a liar.”

  “That makes sense…” her voice trailed off. She avoided making eye contact with me. Yup, I’d hurt her by not calling. Time for damage control.