Unsatisfied with his tenderness, Jen pressed herself down to engulf him completely, gasping with pleasure as he stretched her fully. She began to pump her hips against his, moaning as the length of his shaft caressed every nerve of her womanhood.
Their rhythm increased with Michael’s lunges becoming more pronounced as the height of their joy grew closer. Jen wrapped her legs around his back, demanding he move harder, faster, give her all of him. Willingly, he complied, and launched himself strongly against her womb. Jen screamed, clinging tightly to his iron-hard body and waves of delight sent her spinning; she had never felt so completely filled before. Michael’s growl accompanied her as he spilled himself deep in her body, her muscular walls clutching him tightly and milking every drop from his generous manhood.
“Oh my god,” she finally forced out in a strained whisper.
Michael collapsed next to her, holding her close against his hardened chest. A light sheen of perspiration dotted his forehead as he fought to catch his own breath. “Ditto. You felt so wonderful and you taste delicious.”
“Thanks.” Jen blushed, still panting as he kissed her again. “I have never felt anything like you. You fit so well in me.”
“Mmm,” he murmured, nuzzling her throat as he gently stroked her naked breast.
“Mike? Um, this might be weird, but do you like anal sex?” Jen asked cautiously, pulling his hand to her stomach as it began to travel down again.
“Yep. I like it all. I could hurt you, though.”
“Not now, but in the future. We could work up to it. While you spank me. Nicely.” She grinned.
He hugged her, opening his eyes, “My little sex kitten. It would be my pleasure. Feel better?”
“Much. Do we have to go to work?”
“Yes, we do. But we’ll have more time together later. Do you want to shower?”
“Yes, together,” she said smiling as she rose. She also realized, for the first time, that she did not feel ashamed of her body. This beautiful, sexy man loved it as it was, and that was the only thing that mattered.
***
Michael escorted Jen to the lab after getting her ID and paperwork settled. His sister was in her office on the computer, finishing her reviews from the panel reading from the previous week. Jen, never having seen the girl in uniform before, was momentarily surprised.
“Why the Charlies, Sis?” Michael asked, eyeing the olive green skirt and khaki short-sleeved shirt with her rank on the epaulets and multiple ribbons and medals on the pocket. Black pumps completed the picture. Her hair was up in a bun as well.
“I have a formal meeting with the Navy Seals group from the battleship in dock. My team thought it would be best for me to wear this. They said the heels make me look taller and more professional.”
“You look more intimidating as well. You’re wearing your purple heart, I see.”
“The boys wanted me to go all out. I offered to wear blue, but they said they couldn’t see my ass under the jacket.” She grinned. “They still haven’t decided if that view was for manipulation or for their own enjoyment.”
Michael shook his head, looking at Jen. “She is the Special Ops Recon Leader on this base. Her men will try anything to get a rise out of her.”
“It’s a little sexist, isn’t it?” Jen asked.
Michael nodded. “Very much so. And God help anyone else who treats her that way. Those boys would kill them. Let’s get you settled in. Is here okay, Sam?”
“Perfect. I’ve got the cubby and system all set up for her. Jen, this is Frank. He’s going to be training you on the operating system. Nick? Come here, please. Nick is responsible for all monitoring systems. These two will be your best friends. Gentlemen, Jen is starting her sophomore year at UCSD in marine bio. She’s been cleared. She also is a very close personal friend of my brother, so no flirting,” the girl added with a whisper. Frank and Nick nodded.
“Gotcha, Sam. We’ll watch out for her. Miss Carter, we want to welcome you to the seal unit,” Frank said. “Let me show you around.”
“What part of ‘no flirting’ did he not hear?” Sam asked Nick.
“Your guess is as good as mine. When’s your meeting?”
“I need to leave now. Please help Mike with those reports. I left him everything on his desk. And take care of my girl, okay? I want her to learn as much as she can.”
“Yes ma’am. You can count on me.”
“I know I can, thank you. Mike? I’m leaving. I’ll be back by chow.”
“Have fun.” Michael waved. His mind kept drifting to his morning with Jen. Anal sex, huh? He smiled to himself.
“…calculations. They’re all wrong.”
“What? I’m sorry, Nick, I was somewhere else,” Michael answered, coming back to reality.
“I could tell. Is everything okay?”
“It’s more than okay. It’s— what’s that racket?”
“It’s coming from the whale tank.”
“Ton.”
They ran in to see Frank completely soaked and sitting on the upper deck inside the walled area. Jen was leaning against a corner, laughing. Ton, on his ramp, snorted and snapped his jaws.
“What’s going on?” Michael asked, slipping on the neuroband. Ton flashed images at him quickly, causing Michael to shake his head.
“Listen, buddy, I’m not your calf. Slow down. One at a time. Oh… no. She’s fine. Thank you, but you don’t need to worry. Yes… After feeding. No, not yet. Huh? I’m not being an elephant seal. Jerk.”
Nick was helping Frank up during the conversation. “What’s going on, Mike?”
“Apparently, Ton interpreted Frank’s actions towards Jen as inappropriate. He was protecting her honor. He demanded that Sam come here immediately to intervene.” Michael chuckled.
“What did I do?” Frank asked.
“You touched her.” Michael smiled.
“I was helping her up the fuckin’ ladder, that’s all.”
“Language. Ton doesn’t care why you touched her. He’s decided she needs protecting. Hey, he called ME an elephant seal because I wouldn’t let her dive with him yet.”
“Someone needs to tell that damn whale that he’s only oversized sardine. Son of a—”
“Frank, cool it. I know you’re pissed. This isn’t the first time you’ve been soaked by the bastard. Go take a break and get dried off. Be back after chow. No arguments.”
“Yes, sir. Excuse me, ma’am,” Frank grumbled, storming away. Jen continued to laugh, accepting Michael’s hand down the ladder.
Chapter 2
“Lt. Quimby? General J on the phone for you,” a voice announced over the intercom.
“Welcome to my world. Nick, please show her the systems, and no touching.” Michael picked up the phone line from the tank area, “Hey Scott, what can I help you with?”
“I just wanted to know how your little detour this morning faired.”
“It’s none of your business.”
“So nothing?”
“Scott, if every morning was like this one, I’d be up before dawn without complaining. Now lay off.”
“Why are you being an asshole? What’s going on over there? Did your sister do something?”
“I’m not being an asshole. I’m trying to run a unit with a temperamental and overprotective killer whale who soaks my crew when he’s not happy. He’s decided that Jen belongs to him too. Damn whale.”
“That’s not going to change. Where’s your sister? I need to talk to her about the specimen collection she wants to schedule on ship.”
“Recon meeting with North Island Seals in from the battle cruiser. The boys made her dress in Charlies.”
“It’s the way that skirt hugs her ass. Okay, I’ll swing by there. Talk to you later.”
“Bye, Scott. Yes?” Michael looked up at two more of his crew waiting at the door to his office. More fires. It was noon by the time he finally could get to his reports.
“What should I call you when I’m here?”
Jen asked, tapping on his door.
“Hi, sweetie. Come on in. If you haven’t noticed, I have an OPEN DOOR POLICY,” he shouted across the room “and NO PRIVACY! Call me Mike like everyone else does. Only go formal if you don’t recognize someone. How are you doing?”
“There is so much to learn. Nick’s really helpful. I can’t believe how busy you are.”
“It’s because Sam isn’t here. She handles all the problems for me. Are you hungry? We can go to chow. I’ll take you to the officer’s hall.”
“Okay. Do I need anything?”
“Nope. We’ll take the hopper.”
***
“Well hello, and who are you, pretty lady?” A captain sat down at the table, uninvited, next to Jen.
Michael hid his scowl. “Captain Wilkes, this is Jennifer Carter. She’s new to the bio team.”
“Really? Welcome. I run the ammo unit.”
“You must be pretty good.” Jen smiled. “You still have all your fingers.”
“That’s because he gets the enlisted to do his dirty work,” came another voice.
Wilkes turned around. “Lt. Quimby, sassy as always. Are you trying to pretend you’re a girl today?”
“That’s enough, Captain. Please excuse us.” Michael stood, towering over the man.
Wilkes poked him in the chest. “You forget I have rank over you, sonny boy. Daddy can’t protect you for insubordination.”
“But he can from sexual harassment. One more comment and I’ll press charges,” Sam hissed, her eyes blazing a dark gray.
He laughed, touching her chest medals. “Your daddy doesn’t scare me and neither do you. Who did you screw to get these?”
“Get a corpsman!” Michael ordered as the man found himself on the ground with a broken arm. His sister leaned over with a cold smile.
“We have plenty of witnesses, Captain. Besides, are you aware that my brother and I have diplomatic immunity through Special Forces? That was the medal you were stroking. I earned it,” she said calmly before she smoothed down her skirt, tucked her hair back in place, and sat at the table.
Jen stared opened mouth. “How did you do that? You barely moved.”
“I simply busted his elbow and crushed his instep. He’s been a thorn since we came here. Mike? Are you upset with me?”
“No, just hate paperwork.”
“Scott promised to do it if I ever had to protect myself.”
“Here he comes,” Michael said, rising to his feet as attention was called. “You tell him that.”
“What’s going on here?” Scott asked, watching the man being removed on a stretcher. He eyed them. “Which one of you did this and why?”
“I did, Uncle Scott. He touched my chest medals and wanted to know who I slept with to earn them. I don’t appreciate being called a whore, so I silenced him.”
“He said that?” Scott’s face turned an angry red as his jaw began to twitch.
“I told you we had been having trouble from some of the men,” Michael stated, sitting next to his uncle. “He went beyond limits this time.”
“You could have just knocked him on his ass. I hate paperwork. Damn it, Sam,” Scott grumbled, trying to regain a sense of calm.
“I believe I did knock him on his ass in a way he will never forget,” she shrugged, taking a sip of water. “I have a strong feeling this might have earned me some respect from the females on base.”
“Samantha, honey, you can’t go around breaking people’s bones. Be reasonable.”
“The fact that I didn’t kill him shows how reasonable I was being. Besides, look who’s talking. If it were you, the jerk would have been launched through the bulkhead. You know darn well that he can’t touch me, physically or legally. Plus, there is a major issue that we have in our favor should he try.”
“And what might that be, counselor?” Scott teased sarcastically.
“Touching me in any unwelcome manner without my permission or necessity is considered battery; and touching my breast is sexual.”
“You will be getting your law degree, young lady. Okay, let me go take care of this. I’m sure your father will have something to say about it.”
“It’s self-defense. I’m not budging.”
“No need too, brat. I have your back.” Scott sighed. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. You guys stay here.”
“Yes, sir. Attention!” Michael called as his uncle stood. The chow hall returned to its normal buzz once the general left.
Jen touched her friend’s arm. “You’re not going to get in trouble for this, are you?”
“Nah, I shouldn’t. Besides, this was the perfect end to a perfect day. Michael, we need to do something about those Navy Seal pups. My boys almost got into a fist fight today.”
“What happened?”
She explained the events, starting from the other unit’s commander, also a lieutenant, trying to usurp her authority. He had literally laughed in her seasoned unit’s face when they informed him that they would test her personally against him, one on one, any day. Further, the other commander blatantly refused to exercise necessary caution if he decided to do training in her territory.
“I know my abilities, Mike. I’m just so tired of having to prove myself. I— yes? Ma’am.” Sam stood quickly with Michael as a female colonel tapped on her shoulder.
“At ease, Lieutenants. A word please?”
“Yes, ma’am. Excuse me,” she said to her companions before following the officer out. The colonel turned to her, her handsome face demonstrating a very severe expression. Sam swallowed. The stoic older woman reminded the girl of a prison warden.
“Col. Joyce Howe, staff judge advocate.”
“Lt. Samantha Quimby, ma’am. Marine mammal and Recon unit.”
“You’re a young one, aren’t you?” The woman eyed her. “Purple heart? Navy Cross? I apologize, but how did you receive these?”
“Line of duty, ma’am. I was injured when I rescued a crew member during a hostile situation.”
“Quimby… isn’t that the unit commander in R&D?”
“Yes ma’am. He’s my father.”
“And that young man at the table? He has your features.”
“My elder brother. He commands my unit. Pardon me, ma’am, but how can I help you?”
“I saw what had occurred with that captain. I was very impressed with your self-defense skills.”
“I’m Special Ops, Colonel. He touched me inappropriately after making a threatening comment.”
“I saw what he did. I’ve heard rumors regarding him. I was wondering if I might avail upon you to assist in an investigation.”
“What type, ma’am?”
The colonel looked around, then gestured for Sam to sit at her table. “I’ve had multiple reports of a problem involving some of our minors. We are convinced that military personnel are involved. It’s out of my jurisdiction to approach the civilian high school, but you look young enough to pass as a junior or a senior. With your self-defense skills, you would likely be fairly safe. Would you be interested?”
“Minors? Shit... absolutely. If you think I could help, yes ma’am, I will do whatever I am able to. However, you would have to approach my commander with the request. He is responsible for my field assignments.”
“Your father?” she asked.
Sam shook her head. “No, ma’am, my uncle. General Jenkins.”
A sparkle twinkled in the older woman’s dark eyes. She obviously was aware of Scott. “Well, well, you have a powerful family connection, don’t you?” She smiled as Sam nodded. “I have been wanting a reason to talk with the general since he came on board. If he agrees, we will make it would look like you are on suspension pending investigation of this event. If you need any witnesses, please contact me.”
“With all due respect, Colonel, I don’t require witnesses. I have diplomatic immunity.”
“There is quite a lot I need to learn about you, Lieutenant. I’ll let you know if I make any progress with the gen
erals.”
“Good luck. They can be a bit stubborn.” Sam grinned, accepting the out-stretched hand.
“So can I. Oh, one more thing. This assignment must be conducted in the strictest confidence. No one is to know outside your commanders. We suspect there is an individual from this base running these activities.”
“Are you able to tell me what type of activities?”
“Prostitution.”
“Damn. With high schoolers? That is sick. And the authorities won’t help?”
“We are trying to keep the civilian population from finding out. Absolutely no one, Lieutenant. Not even your brother. That is an order.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Sam returned to the table and sat heavily. Not tell Michael? Or Rich? This would be hard.
“What was that about?” her brother asked.
“She’s SJA. She witnessed the event and had some questions,” Sam said evasively, unable to meet him in the eye.
“What’s wrong? Something’s bothering you?” Michael frowned. He knew her too well.
“She said I might be put on temporary suspension while this is being investigated. The immunity doesn’t prevent that.”
“Free vacation time? Lucky you.”
“Do you think Daddy would let me just hang out at home? It would be like I’m…”
***
“Grounded. For two weeks, young lady.” Dr. Quimby frowned, standing before his daughter that evening. “I’m very disappointed that you let your temper get the best of you.”
“But it was self-defense!”
“No, self-defense would be knocking his hand away. You gave him an arm, wrist and plantar fracture.”
“Dad, I saw what happened. She—”
“Not a sound from you, Michael Scott. I’m dealing with your sister. You may leave if you feel it’s necessary to talk.”
Michael bit his lip. He hadn’t seen his father this annoyed in a long time. At least his neck vein wasn’t pulsing.
Sam lowered her face. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it. Scott and I decided that you are too big for your britches and need a little change of environment to bring some humility to your life. It’s time you learn to conduct yourself within normal, conventional boundaries.”
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