by B. B. Hamel
I couldn’t help myself any longer. My hands began to roam her body, feeling her breasts and sliding down toward her pussy.
“Fuck, I want you,” I whispered.
“Don’t we have to run?” she answered as I slowly slipped my hand down her pants, sliding beneath her panties.
“We do,” I whispered, “but you don’t seem to care.” Her pussy was dripping wet as I began to rub her clit, not wasting any time, not able to hold back.
“Brooks,” she gasped. “I can’t help it.”
I rubbed her clit in soft circles, working her body as she moaned into my kiss. I couldn’t stop myself. I knew it was probably a bad idea, but I had to feel myself inside her again. I couldn’t wait a single second.
She laced her hands behind my neck, kissing me hard as I worked her clit. Our lives were in danger, but when were we ever safe? It didn’t matter. The only thing I cared about was Emma and her body.
I pulled my hand from her pants and then lifted her up, wrapping her legs around me. I carried her into the bedroom, not pausing to stop kissing her, before throwing her down onto the bed.
She laughed up at me as I hungrily began to undress her. I tore off her shirt and then ripped off her pants, tossing her clothes aside. She sat up and helped me toss my vest and my shirt aside, careful of the bandages. My wounds were healing well, but they were still sore. She unbuckled my belt and took my pants and my boxer briefs off.
I stood in front of her as she knelt on all fours on the bed. She took my cock between her lips slowly, sucking my tip, working my cock between her lips. I watched her body, her fucking incredible body, as she slowly sucked my length, working my thick cock.
I loved the feeling of her tongue against my hard dick as she slid me deep into her throat. She knew how to work me, what I liked. She sucked me like a starving woman, working that cock. I pressed her head down farther, pushing my cock into her throat, grunting as desire filled my body.
I pulled her back and lifted her up onto her knees and then kissed her hard. My fingers roamed down between her legs and found her swollen, soaked clit as I began to work her again, working in slow circles. She moaned into my mouth again as I pressed my fingers deep inside her tight little pussy, fucking her like that.
She began to work my cock with her hands as I fucked her pussy with my fingers. She used her spit to slide along my length, working me, making me grunt with pleasure. I fucking loved the way she felt working that cock, and the way she moaned only made my cock rock fucking hard.
I pushed her back and then grabbed a condom from the side table. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust. I got onto the bed on top of her and kissed her, our bodies pressed together. I wanted to take all night, wanted to work her pussy until she was inches away, but we didn’t have time. I needed to fuck her, needed to fill her pussy up, but we couldn’t wait.
“Fuck me,” she gasped finally. “Brooks, please. Fuck me.”
I grinned at her and then ripped open the wrapper, kneeling in front of her. I rolled the condom down my length and then grabbed her legs, pulling her closer.
“I was thinking about this when you knocked,” I said. “I’m always thinking about this fucking pussy, Emma. You don’t know how hard you make me.”
I pressed my cock against her pussy and slowly pushed myself deep inside her.
She gasped, grabbing the sheets. “Oh my god,” she moaned. “That never gets old.”
I smirked and began to slowly slide in and out of her. It was soaking and slick as I pushed deeper and deeper. I leaned down and kissed her, working my hips, rolling my cock in and out of her.
“I’d risk everything for this,” I said to her. “I’d risk my life for you. Ask and I’ll do what you want, forever.”
“Right now I want you to make me come,” she moaned. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I can do that,” I whispered. “I can make this pussy come nice and hard, you dirty fucking girl.”
I pressed myself deeper inside her and she gasped. I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her deeper, harder, our bodies pressed together, sweat beginning to bead along my skin.
She was moaning wildly, her eyes half closed as I fucked her deep and hard. We weren’t wasting a single second. We were just fucking like animals, both of us needing it instantly. There was no slow buildup, nothing tender about us.
I fucked that cunt rough and hard, pressing deeper and deeper inside her. She worked her hips against me as I pushed deep inside her, thrusting in and out. Her pussy was like a vice around my cock, working my length. It made me fucking crazy as I fucked her harder, deeper.
“This fucking pussy is mine now,” I whispered.
“All of me is yours,” she moaned. “Every inch of me.”
I leaned back and grabbed her hips, fucking her harder. I began to work her clit with my thumb as I fucked her, deep and rough. I was an animal lost in her body, and the only thing I could see was Emma.
That was all there was for me anymore, just Emma.
I could see her whole body starting to tense. Her moans were louder, reckless, as she said my name again and again.
“Come for me,” I commanded. “Emma, come for me. Come on this big cock.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, Brooks. Fuck me.”
I worked her and she rocked her hips, losing herself, working my cock deep inside that pussy. She slowly came hard on my cock, her whole body tensing and shaking.I grabbed her hips and held hard as I kept fucking her, watching her come. Her whole body tensed, and her moans were wild and loud, as she was out of her mind with sex and orgasm.
Watching that face pushed me over the edge. I fucked her rougher, savagely and deep, and came deep inside her pussy.
I grunted with pleasure as I came, a burst of pure bliss filling my mind. I filled that pussy up as I came, rocking my hips, fucking her rough and deep.
Slowly, both of our orgasms ended and we drifted back into the real world.
I collapsed down next to her, panting. She giggled and touched my hair. “That was intense,” she said.
“Yeah,” I agreed, “it fucking was.” I sighed, sitting up. “We need to leave, though.”
She pouted. “Are you sure? We can’t just stay here, risk our lives a little bit more?”
I laughed and kissed her gently on the lips. “Unfortunately, as much as I want to stay right here with you, we need to get moving. Did Louisa say where we need to be?”
She sighed and started to get dressed. “I know where to go. Don’t worry.”
I nodded and tossed the condom in the trash before putting my clothes back on. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, barely able to conceal a smile.
Not too long ago, I was packing to leave this city alone. I was ready to start a new life and to leave my old one behind.
Now, I was doing that same thing, but this time I was leaving to start a new life with Emma. I was giving it all up, but I was giving it all up for her. Really, I’d always been giving it up for her, even if she didn’t know it.
She was the reason for all of this. She was the reason I was leaving the mob and was ready to start a new life, a better life.
When we finished dressing, we walked out into the living room. I grabbed my pack and threw it over my shoulder. She smiled at me.
“Are you ready for this?”
I nodded and pulled her against me. “Better question is, are you?”
“I think so.”
“Sure you can handle this?” I asked. “Are you sure you can handle me?”
She smiled. “I think so.”
“Good.” I kissed her once. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I walked to the door, threw it open, and we left the apartment together. We walked down the stairs, went out the front door, and went out into the city together.
I didn’t look back.
There was nothing left back there.
I felt Emma take my hand, and I laced my fingers through hers. That was all I
needed.
Epilogue: Emma
One Year Later
I stood at the window looking out over the city. I could see all the way across our neighborhood and into downtown Chicago. I watched the cars bustling down the road, the people moving between the buildings, and the life and the beauty.
My mind wandered over the past week. We’d been busy as hell trying to get a bunch of new girls off heroin, which was never fun. I also had classes to deal with, which meant I was basically pulling double duty all day and night. Nursing classes weren’t easy, especially when you were basically already a practicing nurse all day long. At least I’d gotten better at speaking Russian, so I could communicate with a lot of these girls.
The Spiders were real, and they were doing good work. I saw much less of Louisa Barone, but I’d formed a real friendship with Kasia over the last year. The Spiders were putting me through nursing school in order to make me better at my job, which was essentially to try to help the girls acclimate to a world without sex slavery.
It was a hard job. These girls were beaten, broken, and hooked on drugs. They’d never experienced real kindness at all in their lives, and it took them a while to finally accept that we were trying to help. But I was patient and I was kind, and eventually they all figured it out.
We were the good guys. We were giving power to the powerless.
I heard the key turn in the lock and the door push open. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was past midnight as Brooks came into the room.
“Honey, I’m home,” he said.
I turned, smiling at him. “How was work?” I asked.
“The target is very, very dead,” he answered, coming over to me. “How are you?”
He pulled me against him and kissed me deeply. It felt like it did the very first time he’d touched me, all fireworks and electric tingles along my spine.
“Today was good,” I said, “though I felt sick as hell this morning.”
He frowned and put his hand against my stomach. “Poor girl.”
I smiled and kissed him. “It’s worth it.”
And it was. I couldn’t believe I was carrying his child, but I couldn’t imagine anything better. We lived in a large penthouse at the top of a building the Spiders owned, and it was going to be the perfect place to raise a child. There were good, private schools nearby, and Louisa promised to take care of everything financially. We had to just keep concentrating on our jobs.
Brooks worked for the Spiders. He was a killer and always would be, but now he used his skills for good. He’d been skeptical of the Spiders from the start, but he’d slowly begun to see the truth of what they were doing.
He still sometimes said that he felt like Louisa was playing some bigger game, but if she was, I never saw it. The only thing I saw was her saving women from sex slavery and giving them a life again.
“Listen,” Brooks said. “I made a little stop earlier today.”
“Oh yeah? Between all your killings?”
He laughed. “Only killed one guy today. The others were more cooperative.”
“That’s nice, honey.”
He grinned at me. “Cut it out. I want to ask you something.”
“Yes, dear?”
He rolled his eyes. “Look.” I watched as he took a little box from his pocket, and my heart started to race. “We keep saying we’re going to do this one day, but I’m sick of putting it off. Marry me, Emma.”
“Of course,” I whispered.
He opened the box and showed me a beautiful, enormous diamond ring.
“Brooks!” I gasped. “How could you afford this?”
“Don’t worry about it.” He took it out of the box and slipped it on my finger, a perfect fit. “You like it?”
“I love it.” I kissed him hard, my heart hammering.
I couldn’t believe this had happened to me. Only a year ago, I was living a horrible life, afraid every day of my father. Now I was engaged to the love of my life, the strongest and most honorable man I’d ever met. I did work I really believed in, important work. I helped save lives.
Not to mention the child I had growing inside me.
And I lived in a gorgeous penthouse. Nothing could have worked out better.
There were still problems, of course. The mafia was getting more aggressive in trying to fight us, and their war with the Russians was slowing down. The Russians were also starting to come after us, and so more and more of our people were getting caught.
But the risks were all worth it. Brooks wrapped me in his arms and held me tight, and I felt safe. I knew I was safe. Brooks would keep us alive, keep us safe. We had a family on the way.
“We’ll do this right,” he said. “Big wedding. Invite everyone in the city.”
I laughed. “How about we just go down to the courthouse and make it real?”
“That can work too.” He grinned and kissed me.
That was all I needed, just Brooks and a judge and a pen to sign the papers with. Brooks was my truth, my honor, my purpose. This family and this life, it was all I could ever need, more than I could ever ask for.
My beautiful apartment, my beautiful husband. I didn’t know how I’d gotten here, but I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. I trusted him with everything I had, and he trusted me.
Trust and love. That was going to be enough, more than enough, just perfectly enough.
One Night SEAL: A Bad Boy Romance
1
Hartley
I wasn’t normally the type to try and drown my sorrows, but these were special circumstances.
The dive bar was loud and crowded. I had pulled into the parking lot of the small, backwoods building a half hour ago assuming that I could have a few quiet minutes to myself, but I was totally wrong. Apparently every redneck in the area wanted to get hammered at this bar and yell loudly about what gun they were currently trying to buy.
I sipped my gin and tonic and sighed to myself. I came to Knoxville months ago with the best of intentions, but, like everything else in my life so far, nothing seemed to work out right for me.
I had finally decided to pack it up and run. I was going back home, back across the state to my family’s farm. Maybe I’d be coming home in disgrace, but at least I’d be home.
I hated Knoxville. I hated everything it represented, from the center of town where I worked in a diner all day and all night to the tiny, run-down apartment where I spent whatever time I had to myself sleeping. I hated the people and, most of all, I hated my own stupid mistakes.
But it was going to be okay. I was going to run and let things shake out on their own. I had tried to fix things, tried my hardest, but it was way too late.
I glanced up from my drink for a moment, and that was the first time I spotted him.
He was sitting across the bar from me, nursing a whisky. I hadn’t seen him come in, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Handsome face, a hint of stubble on his perfect jaw, and these deep blue eyes that made me want to cross my legs. His arms were strong and defined, and I could only imagine what the rest of him looked like.
He didn’t seem like he belonged. Where everyone else was a hick or an asshole, he seemed quiet, subdued. His black button-down shirt was understated and practically boring compared to the camouflage and the flannel on everyone else.
I watched as he slowly caught my eye and a grin spread across his face. I would come to know that grin so damn well, and part of me would hate it. But in that moment, I felt a pulse of desire rush through me.
He didn’t look away. Most men did when you caught their eye, but not him. He just smirked at me and slowly nodded, catching me completely off guard.
Who did this guy think he was? I’d never seen a man with so much confidence before. I quickly looked away, not sure what to do.
That was when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t move, Hartley.”
Shit. I recognized that voice.
“What are you doing here, Guff?” I turned and s
aw him looming behind me, smiling his yellow-toothed grin.
“Came looking for you,” he said. “I heard you were leaving town.”
I frowned. I didn’t know how he could have known that, considering I hadn’t told anyone. Frankly, I didn’t really have any friends in Knoxville, which was a big reason why I was trying to get away. I missed my hometown in Dade County, yearned to see my family’s farm again.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said, trying to play it off.
“Good,” Guff grunted. “Because you still owe my boss a lot of money.” I felt his hand squeeze hard on my shoulder.
“Get off me,” I said. Guff and the two goons standing with him only laughed.
“I don’t think so,” he said. “In fact, I think you’re going to come with me.”
“Why the hell would I do that?”
“Because you’re a fucking liar, Hartley. You think we didn’t see that bag in the back of your car?”
My heart started hammering in my chest, and I knew I was in a really bad situation. These men may have been greasy-looking rednecks, but they were dangerous, very dangerous.
I owed money to the Dixie Mafia, and they were coming to collect. At least, my family owed them money. Back when the housing market collapsed and the economy went to hell, my father took a loan from the Dixie Mafia out of desperation. Now, years later, they wanted that money back.
I’d come to Knoxville to try to work something out with them. I worked my ass off day and night, giving them every cent I made, but it wasn’t even close to enough. I tried everything I could think of, but they weren’t interested.
There was nothing I could do. I was going to run back home in shame and pray that my father could figure something out. It killed me to imagine the mafia getting a hold of our farm or, even worse, the bank bulldozing the whole thing.
Looking up at Guff’s dark eyes, at his long stringy hair and the sick smile on his face, I knew coming to Knoxville had been a serious mistake. I was so stupid and naïve to think that I could really fix any of this. My family thought I was just out here staying with a friend. They had no clue what I was up to.
