Fallen SEAL Legacy

by Sharon Hamilton

  Libby paused, then looked out the dirty windshield. “I broke his middle finger.”

  Cooper was splitting a gut inside but didn’t want to show it. Damn straight. He knew she had it in her to fight, and she did.

  “You got him good?” He allowed a small smile to form on his lips. She was beautiful. Deadly and beautiful.

  She returned his gaze, and, looking at Coop’s lips, answered, “Well let’s put it this way. I doubt he’ll have a future playing a guitar, a piano or certainly not a flute.”

  “Serves the bastard right.” Coop encircled her shoulders with his right arm. “You are a wicked lady, Libby Brownlee.”

  “And there’s something else,” she said softly. They were stopped at a stoplight and Cooper was nervous.

  Oh shit.

  “I got him fired.”

  Cooper burst out laughing, and squeezed her shoulders into his side. “Good for you. I’m damned proud. I’ll show you some moves so next time you can castrate him.”

  Libby laughed. God, how he loved that little carefree laugh. Bay started to whine.

  “Just a little bit longer, Bay, then we’ll get your food,” he said.

  “How could he be hungry?” she asked.

  “Because he’s a dog,” he said as he leaned over and kissed her mouth before she could pull away. They were at another stoplight. “And so am I.”

  “You’re hungry?” she said softly.

  “Extremely. Famished. I can hardly concentrate.” He kissed her again several times and got honked at from behind as the light had changed. If Libby had let him, he’d have done her right then and there, traffic be damned. She pushed him back to his side of the truck behind the steering wheel. He proceeded into the intersection right after the guy behind laid into the horn again.

  She crossed her arms across her chest and tried a loud “humph,” but he could tell she was faking it.

  “You really mad at me? For wanting you? Or for making the guy behind me have to honk his horn?” he said, looking at her without fully turning his head. He saw her break a smile and he knew he had her. “Uncross your arms. You’re wrecking the view.”

  Her eyes got wide in mock outrage.

  “I just need a little taste to tide me over a bit. Look, we’re almost home now.”

  She pointed her chin to the cab ceiling, snuggled even closer to him, and slipped out of one arm of her shirt. Her left hand squeezed his package and Coop was in heaven. “What about my needs?” her voice was husky.

  “Honey, I’m going to give you everything you could possibly want, and more, if you’ll let me.”

  “Promises. Promises,” she said as she massaged his length. Her delicate fingers found the button fly on his jeans and made fast work of the first two. They were cool and probing as they found him. She leaned over and put her tongue in his ear and he almost ran off the road.

  Not a promise, Libby. It’s a fact.

  Now that she had her fingers on his cock, her tongue exploring around his velvety earlobe just before she gave him a little nip, she knew it was going to be near impossible to live without the feel of this strong man at her side. The sex was great, but what she loved most was that he matched her newly-awakened appetite. She’d never felt this way before with any of her previous boyfriends. She didn’t have to pretend with him. He knocked her socks off each time he touched her.

  And she suspected that he felt the same way. She would find him just looking at her. Most of the time they made love their eyes were open to each other, as if he wanted to see how she felt. She didn’t hold back. She could show him anything.

  Well, anything except her true feelings. It was that glorious glow that consumed her, made it difficult to sleep next to him, made it difficult to think or feel anything else in the whole blasted world but Cooper. He was becoming her first thought in the morning, and the last thing she thought about at night. She wished she could remember the vivid dreams she was surely having, too.

  They pulled up to the driveway of her parents’ house, and she slipped her hand from his pants. He stilled the movement with his right hand, holding her in place. With the engine still running, he slid his palm under her shirt and into her bra and gave her left side a squeeze. He kept his foot on the brake and the clutch, but as he moved to ease himself, the engine died and lurched forward.

  He sighed. “Sorry.”

  “I’m not,” she said as she continued to rub the length of him up and down, holding her fingers in a ring. He ducked to kiss the flesh of her left breast that had been freed. He sucked on her nipple and bit her, then kissed the bite. She threw her head back and groaned.

  “You want to fuck me here, in my parents’ driveway, in front of all the neighbors?” She whispered.

  “Hmmm,” He said between kisses. “Would that turn you on?”

  “Not as much as fucking you in my parents’ swimming pool, where I can have you all to myself.”

  “That’s nice. Now, why didn’t I think of that?” He looked around toward the street. “Are we alone today?”

  “Does it matter? You remember? You asked me that on the beach that night?”

  “I have no recollection what I said, but I sure do know how it felt.”

  He claimed her mouth, and electricity shot down her spine to explode between her legs. Now she was hungry. “I think we are alone, yes.”

  Bay moaned his objection to being ignored. Libby chuckled and, with a pout, removed her hand from Cooper’s pants and turned to get out of the truck.

  “Bad dog,” Cooper said. Libby looked over at her grinning SEAL hunk with his hair all mussed up. Bay barked. Cooper grabbed an empty gym bag from the second seat after Bay dove over the seat back and onto the driveway.

  Libby slammed the door and dug in her purse for the front door keys. Bay was taking a long pee on her mother’s flowers in the front yard. Cooper stood watch, searching up and down the street, his duty bag slung over one shoulder, hands in his front pockets.

  “All clear?” Libby yelled out to him.

  Cooper put his finger to his mouth, but nodded. Bay followed him as the three of them entered the foyer. Cooper spotted an open sliding glass door to the patio from the kitchen.

  “I don’t like that at all,” he said to her. “Stick with me. We’d better check things out first.”

  Libby came up behind him and embraced him from the rear. “I have no intention of going anywhere.”

  They looked through the kitchen windows to the back yard and, other than the sprinklers running, nothing appeared out of place. They locked the slider and then tried all the windows downstairs. Cooper made sure the plywood covering the broken window in her dad’s study was secure. The office still smelled of damp upholstery and charred paperwork, so they closed the double doors behind them as they exited.

  Bay wouldn’t let Cooper out of his sight. They let him run up the stairs first.

  Cooper took Libby’s hand and followed behind the dog. His expression was grim and she noticed he was on high alert. They climbed the steps without a sound. He kept putting his finger in front of his lips to keep her from talking so he could listen. Other than Bay’s nails clicking on the plank flooring upstairs, there was no sound.

  They searched her bedroom first, checking the windows overlooking the street, which had remained locked. Nothing in the room appeared out of place, from what she could see. Morgan lay alone on the silk cushions, and a stab of pain hit her as she recalled seeing Noodles curled up beside her childhood stuffed animal. Cooper dropped his bag and laid a warm hand on her shoulder, and she realized she’d been holding her breath.

  Bay was surveying her parents’ master bathroom. The Spanish tiled floor and colorful and intricately tiled trim design was spotless and shiny, unused since the last cleaning. Her father’s closet door was ajar, and Cooper sent Bay in first before he turned on the light and went in himself. Nothing.

  Nothing was out of place in the first guest bedroom, either. There was an opened window in the second gues
t room.

  “Mom often keeps this window ajar,” Libby whispered to Cooper.

  Bay was totally distracted with all the new smells, but didn’t appear to react to anything in particular. “I think everything’s okay.” He pulled Libby into his arms. “Why don’t you get your parents’ things first, and I’ll meet you in your room, okay?”

  “What about our swim?”

  “We can still do that. After.” He kissed her neck, and cupped her rear in his two massive palms, pulling her against his erection. He released her and, with a pat on her butt, said, “Go. Hurry. I’m hungry.”

  Libby filled a suitcase with underwear and clothes her mother had specified, as well as her favorite shampoo. Her father’s things were more difficult to choose, so she picked two pairs of slacks and three dress shirts on hangars as well as some white tee shirts and some underwear and socks. It seemed odd to be packing for her parents, as if they were somehow missing from her life. She suddenly felt protective of them.

  She wheeled the suitcase to her own room and found Cooper stretched out on her bed, her silk pillows behind his head, Morgan resting on his chest. What a sight, his long legs sticking out from under the waterfalls of white dotted Swiss that draped from the canopy on her bed—that bed where she’d spent so many nights dreaming of a life of some day. All he wore were his boxers, but Libby focused on the tent in his groin, and blushed.

  Bay had positioned himself on the other side of the bed and was preparing to take a nap, oblivious to what else was going on in the room.

  “Show me what you’re packing. I want to approve it first,” he said to her.

  “You mean my underwear?” She said as she unzipped the gym bag. “I never knew SEALs liked underwear so much, but you definitely do.”

  “We all do. If anyone tells you different, they can’t be trusted. It’s part of your equipment, and we like good equipment.”

  “I like you equipment just fine, Cooper.”

  “And I love yours, Miss Libby Brownlee.”

  Will it always be like this? All the little things in my life that now have meaning? Seeing him in my girlie bedroom, watching me pack things, looking over my body and making me wet with anticipation?

  She drew a pair of pink panties out of her drawer and held them up.

  “I approve,” he said.

  “And these?” She held up a red satin thong and bra combination.

  “Deadly. Put them in. But trust me, you won’t wear them for long if I ever catch you wearing them.”

  “You like white?” She held up two pairs of white lace panties.

  “I love white. Especially on you.”

  She added some shirts, after holding them up to him and receiving his nod of approval. She added two pairs of jeans and an oversized sweater and another pair of shoes. She looked at Morgan, still resting on his chest. Cooper held the stuffed dog out to her.

  “Thanks.” She smelled the toy and then lay him down on top of her clothes in the rolling gym bag and zipped it up. “Done.”

  Cooper curled his finger, asking her to come over to the bed. “Not done. Not nearly done with you.” He sat up and placed his hands on her backside. “These have to go,” he said as he unzipped her pants and let them fall. She was standing in another pair of white lace panties. “Nice. These I like. You can wear these again some time. I approve.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Absolutely,” he whispered to the apex of her legs. One long finger slipped around the elastic and found her wet lips which opened to receive him. Slowly he encircled her opening as he kissed her belly button. “So nice. So lovely. I am so hungry.”

  He slid her panties down her thighs and leaned back on the bed and looked at her nakedness from the waist down.

  “I never get tired looking at you.”

  Libby removed her shirt, but left her lace bra on. She wanted him to remove it. She turned around and bent over so he could take care of the clasp.

  “You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. I love that ass.”

  “I’m glad you approve. Now, would you release my restraints?” She said as she gazed over her shoulder at him kneeling on the bed behind her. She moved closer and soon felt his fingers on her bra clasps. And then she stood with her back turned to him, fully naked.

  Coop’s hands smoothed over her belly, as he kissed first one buttock, then the other. She could feel his knees barely pushing into the backs of her thighs. He pushed her shoulders a bit forward and laced his fingers between her butt cheeks until he found her opening and inserted two fingers there.

  She moaned at the pure pleasure of him feeling her arousal, as she heard his breathing grow raspy. “So lovely. So…” He bowed his head as she arched her rear up, giving him full access to her sex. He slid his tongue along the lips of her labia until he breached her opening. He lapped as he stroked her with fingers, applying pressure to her clit. “Come for me, Libby,” he whispered.

  Libby squeezed her breasts and then dug her fingers into her own thighs as her whole world was focused on the feel of his tongue inside her, loving her, tasting her. He ministered to her patiently, slowly, letting her feel everything he was doing. Finally, she was overcome and a long series of rolling spasms began. Her knees began to buckle as she shook, wrung out from the pleasure his tongue was giving her body.

  “Come.” His deep murmur rumbled down her spine. He drew her back toward the bed as he moved his legs to sitting position on the edge of the bed. Sitting behind her, he separated her cheeks and placed her opening right at the head of his cock and held her there. She wrapped her ankles around his, spreading her knees as he pulled her down on his lap and then back up. The slow feel of him tunneling deep inside her, as she stretched to accept all of him, as his commanding cock demanded to be fed was driving her wild with pleasure. His knees moved up to support the backs of hers as she was impaled by the thick girth of him over and over again, each time deeper than the last.

  His angle and position as it rubbed against the walls of her insides almost hurt, but it was exactly what she wanted, needed. She bounced on him, feeling the ribbing pleasure inside her. Coop’s massive hands squeezed and massaged her breasts as they filled his palms, as her nipples knotted against his pinching fingertips. He pushed deep and up off the bed, supporting her with his thighs. She held her hair up on her head, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He kissed her neck and whispered into her ear, “I can’t get enough of you, Libby. I can’t get enough.”

  “Yes. I want more.” And then she almost said it. “I…want more.”

  He came to standing position and carefully positioned her onto the bed on her stomach but stayed inside her. She drew to her knees, raising her rear up to accept him deeper and he stroked long and hard, bending over her, holding her hands pressed into the bed above her head. She was coming apart again. His thighs were slapping against hers as he increased the rhythm. She clutched the comforter as pillows bounced and fell to the floor. She reached back with one hand to feel his thighs tight against hers, to feel the mating of flesh on flesh. Everywhere he touched her she was on fire. She smelled the faint lemon of his aftershave as he breathed into the side of her head, as his sweat washed her cheek. His hip action was smooth and circular, lifting her, sending her to new heights with each stroke.

  She reached under her raised torso with one hand, squeezing his balls, and he moaned. He began to jerk inside her and she exploded. Locked in a lover’s death grip he held onto her, squeezing her hips, forcing himself deep inside her as he spilled.

  He hadn’t remembered falling asleep, but from the position of the sun through the window, they’d probably been at the house more than an hour. He’d wanted to get some work done, but he couldn’t help himself. Libby was becoming a serious addiction for him, and not one he wanted to lose anytime soon.

  He moved against her, one hand resting in that glorious space between her two lovely breasts. His lips found the nape of her neck and he began kissing her there. He was still insid
e her, which was something that was happening more often, the more they made love. He’d never met anyone who loved to do all the things he wanted to do sexually. The intensity with which she loved him was something he was becoming dependent on.

  What are you saying?

  As his hand idly slid over the smooth goodness of her upper arm, and as he heard her muffled moans into the comforter, all he wanted to do was be inside this woman. Her pleasure was his pleasure. He’d never felt that way before. He loved watching her come, watching her reach new highs of ecstasy. And knowing he had caused this change in her thrilled him. It wasn’t anything that he wanted to end. As he’d told her, he couldn’t get enough. Each time he wanted more. Couldn’t wait until the next time.

  He’d never had a problem with stamina. But suddenly he felt strong as a mythical beast and knew he could fuck all night long and half the next day too.

  He remembered the beautiful azure pool in their backyard.

  “I want you in the water.”

  She laughed into the comforter. “Later.”

  “I want you in the water,” he repeated.

  She moved her butt into him again and groaned. She spread her legs between his and turned over from their side position to beg him to mount her from on top. He followed her lead, but leaned over and pulled her leg over and withdrew while he turned her delicately over.

  They were chest to chest. His fingers explored her wetness, and the mixed juices of their lovemaking. She gripped his shaft and worked her palm up and down. He pushed himself into her hand and reveled in the feeling of her tightening against his sensitive flesh.

  She slid down the bed and he let her take him into her mouth and he gasped. She took his whole length as she sucked and rolled her tongue over the ridges and veins of his cock. She twirled the probing end of her tongue over his crown and he lurched.

  “The—pool—I—must—have—you in the water. I—must—agh!” It was no use, she was locked onto him and would not let go. She sucked his balls, flicking them around her mouth with her tongue.