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

by Alana Albertson

  “But you made a change. You left and joined the Navy.”

  “Yes, I joined the Navy to be a SEAL. But honestly, I didn’t change my personal life. Being a SEAL didn’t change that—just as many women want to be fucked by a SEAL as they want to be fucked by a baller. Now I was honest about my intentions up front. People could take it or leave it. Women every night, frog hogs, and groupies, I was just a notch on their belts. Not saying I was any better, but at least I wasn’t a liar or a user. They’d been warned. I figured as long as I served my country and devoted my life for others, I’d be absolved of the shitty things I did on my downtime. Basically, I lied to myself and didn’t give a fuck. Until I met you.” She stayed quiet and stared at me, appearing conflicted. Fuck it. Might as well finish. “I’m not going to lie to you. Or sugarcoat things to sound pretty. At first, I thought you were no different than the rest. I told you I played professionally, and you went home with me. The whole situation reminded me of going to the hotel with the chick from Dallas, only I was controlling the situation.” She let go of my hand, and it was like being thrown into freezing water. “I have to finish, Sara.” She motioned for me to continue but kept her hands on the table. And it took all I had not to reach across the table and demand she place her hands back on mine. She needed to understand she was part of me now.

  I’m so sorry, baby.

  “Speak, Kyle.” So I did.

  “Still, I had no intention of calling you. Ever. Even if I hadn’t deployed. But you seemed so open and honest. The following week I told myself I was doing the right thing. If you were as amazing as you seemed, then getting mixed with me was a bad idea. I was doing you a favor. Then seeing you in Afghanistan was a total shock. I knew I couldn’t stay away from you. On our night together on the bunker, I started to feel something, but I was so stuck in my way of life. It was selfish of me to get involved with you again when I didn’t have my head on straight. And I almost told you before you left, but I punked out. But I’m telling you, Sara, when they took you…” I paused, trying to lock down my anger, “I mean it. I lost it. I had to find you. I don’t think I ever would’ve recovered if I had lost you. Please.” I covered her smaller hands with mine. “That feeling of being used is something I unfairly inflicted on you, even when you showed me you were kind. You trusted me and I failed you. And for that I’m sorry. It’s hard to trust people when all you’ve ever gotten was burned. But that’s no excuse. And that’s not how I should have treated someone I had fallen in love with.” Her lips trembled, and she closed her eyes. “Sara?” And that’s when I saw it. She looked like she was fighting back tears. And I was done hurting her.

  I slid next to her. My fucking heart hurt seeing her like this. “Baby, look at me, please.” Cupping her face, I brought it up to meet mine. I was ready to apologize until I was blue in the face. Whatever it took to have her look at me again on her own free will. But before I had a chance to utter another word her eyes opened and she kissed me. Feel-it-in-my-bones kissed me. My groin hurt as her warm mouth pressed against mine and she sank her tongue in my mouth. I could feel her everywhere, and I grew harder. Cornering her in the booth, I gave zero fucks that we were out in public. She worked my mouth hungrily and I couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t explain it. Had no idea why she was kissing me, and I wasn’t going to question it.

  I let go of her face, bracing one hand on the table and the other behind her head, pulling her in and kissed her back, swallowed her moans, drank in her lips, and willed time to stop because I never wanted this moment to end. When she pulled back from my lips, her breath uneven, I started to worry she’d regretted it.

  “I-I’m not upset. I’m relieved,” she panted. Swallowing, she spoke more clearly. “I had the same reservations. I just fell faster than you did. I’ve known for some time now I fell in love with you. I just didn’t say anything because I was afraid you didn’t feel the same. You hide your emotions better than anyone I know. When you were being honest about our beginning, it just opened a fresh wound for me. The more you spoke, the more uncomfortable you seem to get, and I started to think you brought me here to relieve your conscience and back out on what you’d said.”

  My eyes hooded, and I grew mad at myself. I’d put that doubt in her.

  “No.” I lightly kissed her lips. “I want you. I need you. All of you, all the time. I’ll be faithful to you. Come home from deployments only to you. This,” I pointed at her chest, “I’m never letting it go.”

  She leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips then worked her way to my neck, kissing her way up to my ear. “Kyle… Let’s get out of here.”

  I turned and signaled to the waiter. “Check please!”

  26

  Sara

  He made me wait. Prolonged being devoured by him. Initially I’d felt like pouting. Not having my hands all over him was cruel. But I was beginning to see why he’d done it. The view was breathtaking. And it felt good to be okay with just being silent with him. We were comfortable with each other. We strolled hand in hand across the lavish grounds of the resort. Walking under the moonlight on this night reminded me of the first night I went home with Kyle. I’d never in my wildest imagination would’ve believed that six months later we would be dating after falling in love a world away.

  My heels clicked on the cobblestones that paved the elaborate grounds as Kyle led me into the lobby of resort. This place was spectacular. A huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and the scents of pine cones and nutmeg filled the air. A gigantic Christmas tree still graced the center of the room.

  My pulsed picked up when Kyle checked in and the bellhop led us to our room. Or shall I say suite. There were rose petals on the heart-shaped bed and a fresh bottle of Cristal on the rocks. Why was he spending so much money on me?

  My fingers tingled. Was I nervous? I’d already had sex with this man twice before, but for some reason I felt like this time would be very different.

  He’d set the mood. This would be the first time we made love.

  I had barely turned to face him when Kyle had already pulled me back into his arms. He brushed my hair off my neck and planted a soft kiss there, then on my chest, taking a moment to inhale me. Made sure I was real. I was very real. And this was happening. My hand grasped at the nape of his neck. His mouth turned up to mine and our lips met. Our one chaste kiss turned deeper and harder as the intensity built between us.

  Our breaths picked up speed and he reached a hand around my back and unzipped my dress in a single motion, its fabric pooling on the floor. My mind went fuzzy, not knowing where to put my own hands. One heady grasp of my chin as he cupped it to kiss my lips and I snapped out of it and went to work on the buttons of his shirt, desperate to see his incredible chest underneath. I pushed the shirt off him and stopped to pause and just stared.

  His eyes sparkled. He was staring right back at me, as I stood before him in nothing but my black lace bra, thong, and heels. “You’re so beautiful, baby. Come here. Let me worship you.”

  Stepping closer, he slowly guided a hand over my body, pausing at the center of my breasts and placed a single open-mouthed kiss on my skin before straightening and tracing the hand down the curve of my back until it landed on my ass. One smack. Two. Swallowing hard, I stared into his eyes and he gave me a smile before he took his other hand and stroked my nipples through my bra. His left hand remained on my bottom as he rubbed the tantalizing burn away. I let out a moan and this only caused him to smirk wickedly, and with one sweep he raised the hand and undid my bra. My exposed skin was on fire.

  My hands undid the belt on his pants and they dropped to the ground. He stood in his boxer briefs and my eyes couldn’t help but focus on his bulge. I was so ready for him, but he continued to tease me. This was sweet torture.

  He placed me sitting on the bed and knelt in front of me. Then brought his mouth to my right breast and took my nipple between his teeth and he lightly grazed it. This slow burn was pure torment for me. I’d been wanting him for
so long, imagining our reunion—this was almost unbearable. I could hardly believe we were back together, starting our life together. The man in front of me loved me.

  “You look like an angel. Damn, Sara.” And this was heaven.

  He slowly pulled my panties down as he kissed his way down my inner legs. His teasing was growing more and more torturous as his lips made their way back up my legs. He paused and smirked, giving me small bites across my thighs, before kissing the final stretch to the top and taking a long lap of his tongue straight up my center.

  “Oh, that feels amazing.” I arched back.

  “You taste incredible, baby.” I bit my lip, wanting him to continue.

  He licked and licked, first around the edges then focusing on my clit, and I shuddered. His tongue felt divine. I was so wet, so ready for him, I sat back up and pulled his head up. Tingles spread throughout my body, liquid fire traveling in my veins. I wanted my mouth on him. Craved tasting him. I wanted to drop to my knees and give him the same incredible pleasure he had just given me.

  But he quickly took control, producing an enormous grin and wagging a finger at me. Tease. The anticipation was killing me. He pulled out a condom, rolled it on his thick cock, and pressed me back on the bed.

  My eyes closed. “Please, Kyle.”

  “Look at me, I want you to look at me, Sara.”

  He pressed into me, ever so gradually, inch by inch as I gasped. His expression darkened as he slammed into me. “Oh, God.”

  Once he was deeply inside of me, I grasped his ass, never wanting to be apart from him again. But he wasn’t moving. “Do you need me to move?” God, yes. To prove his point, he rotated his hips, his dick licking my walls. The man was pure evil but in the best possible way.

  I nodded franticly. “Say it, Sara.”

  “Yes!” I purred. He cradled my face and kissed me as he pumped, deeper and deeper, faster until I was thrashing on the bed. I would never get enough of him. He broke from my mouth and chuckled and went faster, deeper.

  I was so close to coming and I knew Kyle could sense it but he slowed the pace as my orgasm built deep inside me. No! He took me by surprise when he brought a hand down and pressed the pad of his thumb on my clit. “I’m willing to bet you want me to move this as well?”

  I was ready to explode and grew impatient. Bringing my own hand down, I set it over his. “Either you move or I will,” I threatened on a hurried breath.

  “Actually, I like that idea. Pleasure yourself,” he teased, then shocked me by sinking in me. My fingers worked at the same speed as his cock was pleasuring me. Pulse after pulse of pleasure rippled through my body as he pounded me hard one last time and I came so fucking hard I almost blacked out. My legs twitched and I basked in the love I saw in his eyes.

  He pulled out of me and I dropped my hand, which felt numb and tingly now. And he rolled onto his back and held me in his arms, so tightly, our wet bodies plastered together.

  “I love you, Sara.”

  “I love you, too.”

  I had a feeling that from that night on, if he was in the country, we would never spend a night apart again. We lay back and gasped, air expelling from our lungs as we tried to catch our breaths.

  “Welcome home, Kyle.”

  Epilogue

  Next December, Camp Rhino, Afghanistan

  Pat, Vic, and I stood awaiting the USO tour plane. A year ago, I stood at this same place, no idea my life would change when that same plane landed.

  Pat punched my arm. “You sure?”

  “Never been surer about anything in my life,” I answered confidently.

  I clutched the ring in my right pocket. Even though I still had substantial wealth left over from my football days, I never flaunted it. And besides that one amazing night back in San Diego, I’d never spent recklessly.

  But I broke that rule when it came to her ring.

  I’d called a jeweler I knew back in my ball days and he helped me design a custom ring. A five-carat, flawless stunner. It was perfect, just like Sara.

  Our year had gone smoother than I’d expected it to. We rarely argued, she was patient and didn’t complain about the time I spent away from her at training or deployments. I had to give it to her. I was the one that moaned and groaned on occasion about our time apart. I missed her so fucking much. She’d moved into my place in August and we’d followed into a rhythm.

  But I’d been lying to her. I kept telling her I didn’t want to get married. Not until I was out of the Teams. She hadn’t nagged me, but clearly made her feelings known that she wanted to get married.

  Last year she’d shocked the hell out of me and it was time I returned the favor.

  The plane touched down and Sara was the first off. No surprise there. We hadn’t seen each other in three months. She ran into my arms and I swung her around.

  On cue, Maya began to film the moment. I’d contacted her a week ago. I’d been a bit worried that she’d spill my secret, but she swore that she would keep quiet.

  Sara’s eyes grew to the size of saucers when I set her back down and knelt in front of her, taking her hand in mine.

  “Sara,” I began.

  Before I could say the next word, she screamed. “Oh my god, Kyle. Oh my god!”

  I opened the box. “You saved me. I love you so much. Baby, will you marry me?”

  “Yes! Oh my god, yes!” she squealed, and I placed the ring on her finger.

  No sooner had I done that when Maya grabbed Sara’s hand out of mine. “Damn, look at that rock. Nicely done, Kyle. Congrats, Sara.”

  I cleared my throat. “Uh, Maya?”

  “Sorry, I got a little happy. I’m still recording though. I zoomed in on that baby.” Laughing, I focused my attention back on Sara. She was all smiles. And surprised. Mission accomplished.

  “I didn’t think you wanted to get married! You kept saying how happy you were with the way things were. What changed your mind?”

  “You, baby. You.”

  The other girls swarmed her and she showed off her ring.

  I pulled her away, cupping her face and kissing those lips I couldn’t get enough of. After I was satisfied with the kiss since she looked drunk with anticipation of what the kiss would lead to, I took her hand and pulled her with me as I walked backward. “Where are we going?”

  “To my barracks room. You’re not getting out of my sight this time.”

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  Infallible

  Trident Code #3

  I’ll be honest with you—I’m not perfect. Sure, I live my life by the code. Honor, integrity, loyalty. I’m a lover, I’m a fighter. There’s a line we say in BUD/S: Clarity is in the eyes, love is in the heart, and fear is in the mind. I’m a mother fucking Navy SEAL—I'm invincible, invaluable, infallible. But behind all the machismo and hype, I’m a simple man . . . all I really want is a woman to claim as mine.

  A summer affair—washed away with the ebb and flow of the tides. I met her on dog beach—flowing red hair, full breasts, hypnotic scent. After we made love in the sand, I pretended that she was mine forever—that she would be faithful while I was gone, supportive of my career, loving to my daughter.

  But we’d built our relationship on lies—I’d never told her I was a SEAL, she’d kept her past hidden from me. She’d had a man, if you could call him that. He was cruel, abusive, controlling. She’d fled, determined to start a new life, but he’d found her, and would stop at nothing to get her back—dead or alive.

  But he didn’t count on meeting me. I am the person who everyone knows will la
y down my life for someone else. Failure is not an option. I lived by the sword, would die by the sword. I may not be perfect, but I am perfect for her.

  Acknowledgments

  I WOULD LIKE TO THANK my husband, Roger for supporting all my dreams. Thank you for being such a wonderful husband to me and the best daddy to our sons. For watching the boys while I write. For keeping me caffeinated and fed during late night writing sessions. I love you.

  To Nicole Blanchard. I would’ve quit this book 1000 times if it wasn’t for you. Thank you for not allowing me to give up.