Hero: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by Lara Swann

  “You never actually suggested it, you know.”

  “Well, a 6 hour round trip sounded a little more attractive…”

  “Hah - so what’s the plan, hmm? Did you bring me chocolate?”

  I shouldered the bag off and lay back down beside her, our bodies settling into their usual side-by-side array as I started rooting one handedly through the large rucksack, bringing out various things.

  “I set things up with plates, cutlery and wine glasses, and you want something I could feed you with my hands?”

  Her eyes dilated a little at the mention of feeding her and I put that on the to-do list for this afternoon. The thought had my cock twitching too - already hard and eager. I was planning on a little more than just sex though.

  “Okay, I’ll shut up. You tell me.”

  “Babe, I don’t think anything could shut you up.”

  “Hey!”

  Her outrage was quashed by my mouth as my hands found something else to think about than the food.

  “Mm, so this food…it doesn’t need eating immediately?”

  Her mind was obviously going to the same place, but unfortunately the answer to that question didn’t work quite so well.

  “Ah…mostly. Except the ice cream.”

  Her eyes lit up and she jumped back from me. My body protested at the loss of contact and I dragged her back.

  “You brought me ice cream?”

  I god-damned hoped that breathlessness was because of me and not the thought of ice cream, but I laughed anyway.

  “You and your ice cream…”

  “So we could eat the ice cream…then the rest of it later?”

  I scowled at her.

  “Sandwiches before ice cream. That’s how it works.”

  “Ugh…since when were you such a stickler for the rules?”

  “I am in the Navy, remember.”

  “Okay, okay, sandwiches.”

  I shook my head, but my own body was protesting that course of action, and I suddenly wondered why I was insisting on doing things in the proper order. Taking her here and now seemed like a damn fine idea to me. Except that I had intended to spend a bit of time with her not fucking.

  Stupid idea.

  “Right, understood, next time I won’t bother with the food. Except maybe dessert.”

  Bella laughed again, and the warm, happy sound of it made me smile. God, this girl did things to me.

  She helped me pour the wine and start opening the little packages I’d brought.

  “This looks good - did you make it?”

  “Hah, no. I only cook for survival. Becky did.”

  The sharpening of her glance amused me - or would have done, if there wasn’t a whisper of unease at what it might mean. The idea of her being jealous was cute, but the emotions that might lie under that were dangerous. And not something either of us could embrace.

  “Who’s Becky?”

  I held her gaze mildly and the slightly accusatory expression dropped off a little.

  “Wife of a military buddy. He’s down range at the moment, so we help out sometimes. She gave me these in return.”

  I recalled the way Becky had looked me up and down, commented that she thought I was eating better but decided to give them to me anyway. For the truck, she’d said, since boys like us needed food constantly. I swear half the time she thought of us the same way as she did her kids.

  “Oh. Okay.”

  I could see her mind whirring behind her eyes, taking in the world she knew nothing about - didn’t have a part in. It might bother her, I knew, but there was no way I was mixing up those two parts of my life. One was stability and security - a home that I would always return to. The other was a crazy leap of insanity, a spark soaring on the wind that would peter out soon. They didn’t have any place together, and I’d protect the first with everything I had.

  She bit into the sandwich and let the moment pass, and I was glad I didn’t need to articulate that. Somehow, I didn’t feel it would go well - and I didn’t really want to spoil the beautiful day.

  We chatted casually as we made a slow way through the sandwiches, nuts and fruit I’d brought.

  “I used to come here all the time, you know.”

  “To your father’s beach?”

  That didn’t seem surprising.

  “No - this alcove. It’s sat right between our land and Kaylee’s - we used to hide out here as girls.”

  “It’s a good place. Nice and private - that was probably useful for a couple of young girls.”

  She gave me a slow look, knowing exactly where my mind was going, but I continued anyway.

  “Useful for other things too…”

  She smiled up into my slow kiss, but then pushed me off.

  “You promised me ice cream first.”

  I laughed and shook my head, sitting up and reaching for the small cool-bag that had hopefully protected it from the blazing summer heat.

  It was a little soft, but ice cream was always better like that anyway. Bella certainly seemed to have no objections, and I was glad I’d remembered her fixation with the stuff as I lay out on the rug, feeling satisfyingly full but with another ache I was looking forward to satisfying. My eyes closed as I listened to her chatter about some of the things she’d done with Kaylee here, my mouth quirking at the description of her childhood.

  Then she went silent, and a moment later landed on my chest in complete disregard for my ribs.

  “Ughh…”

  “Hah, I thought these hard muscles didn’t even notice impact.”

  “Depends on the impact.”

  I muttered it, but decided to take full advantage as my hands came around her pert ass and pressed her further against me, her lips finally reaching mine for a deep kiss made a little more sticky and sweet by the ice cream.

  “I take it you’re all done?”

  “Well, not all done…”

  I laughed and twisted us over, placing her beneath me on the rug as my hands started exploring again. She gave a breathy moan and started doing the same to me, coming up under my t-shirt and running those hot little nails along my chest the way I loved.

  “Mmm, you know, I’m looking forward to this military themed gala…”

  “Uh huh?”

  It wasn’t really at the top of my mind right now.

  “I know you weren’t convinced about inviting your guys, but it’s worked out pretty well in the end.”

  My mouth started nuzzling at her neck and my hands slipped up the t-shirt that clung to her beautifully, covering her warm breasts as she melted against me while for some reason continuing to talk.

  “It’ll be fun to meet all your hot SEAL friends.”

  That did have me raising my head, and I found myself with a dose of that unpleasant emotion I’d almost criticized her for earlier. My voice came out as more of a growl than I’d intended.

  “You better not be looking at them too closely.”

  She just laughed, clearly enjoying the effect she had on me. Which only made me both harder and more possessive. She wriggled under me, one eyebrow rising.

  “Well, you know, I think I might have a thing for guys in uniform.”

  My eyes sparked at her as she looked up and down at me, even in civilian clothes.

  “In uniform, or out of it, baby?”

  She let out a little moan and nibbled at my lip.

  “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe you could show me ‘out of it’, and then at the gala I can make my mind up?”

  The innocence on her face was a complete outrage.

  “Just so long as it’s only me you’re looking at to decide that.”

  She laughed again, one hand running down my top until it reached my ass, squeezing.

  “Suggest you get out of uniform then, soldier.”

  “Sailor.”

  It was a murmur as my eyes lingered on her, enjoying the teasing even while plotting revenge. A long, slow revenge. My hands moved to the edges of my t-shirt as I held her gaze,
but she was puzzling over that comment.

  “What?”

  “I’m in the Navy. Sailor.”

  She laughed again, shaking her head.

  “Aye, aye, Cap’n.”

  I scowled at her, the planned slow seduction foiled by her ironic tone. Instead, I ripped the t-shirt off and started on my belt as my mouth teased at hers.

  “I’ll have you know, this prissy rich lifestyle is just as much a mystery to me.”

  She grinned, but then I was out of my clothes, and her attention was thoroughly distracted.

  At last.

  Sometimes the damned girl never shut up.

  Her clothes didn’t stay on much longer after that, and the refreshing wind from the sea felt good against the bare skin that was already burning up with need and desire for her.

  “I did have a couple more desserts…”

  Her expression almost objected before she saw what I was bringing out of the bag. The whipping cream and chocolate sauce made her eyes light with fire again and she grabbed at them.

  “You did bring me chocolate!”

  Her tone was laughing as she shot some of the cream into my mouth. I grinned as I licked it off and shook my head.

  “That wasn’t where I was thinking you would aim that thing…”

  She laughed again, but it was deeper this time, thicker with the same lust running through my blood. I took the can off her and decorated her bare chest, my mouth and tongue following, focusing on her tits. The cream was nice - soft and fluffy - but I preferred the taste of her skin underneath, the way her pert tits stiffened under me as my hands started working their way down. She was moaning at that, and caught her fingers in the cream as she watched my eager mouth, taking it into her mouth in such a tempting, teasing way it made me growl.

  “Keep doing that, and it won’t be your finger you’re sucking so prettily.”

  Her laughing eyes told me she knew exactly what she was doing. A moment later she pushed me off to the side, her body hot and flushed from my attentions as she took the cream and chocolate with a speculative glance. Curious, I lay back and watched as she swung herself up on top of me, her already wet pussy settling on my stomach in a way that had me fighting not flex my hips, or sit her on me just a little lower. Then she started to drizzle the sauce over my chest - following the lines of my tattoo and making me groan. That skin was always sensitive, and I could already picture her sweet mouth following those lines, tracing them as she’d done before without the cream.

  I reached up to cup her tits again, massaging that warm, wonderful skin as she filled in the eagles with dots of cream before leaning down to start licking at it. I groaned at the feel of her warm, darting tongue against the coolness of the cream, the contrast lighting up the path she took with sparks of heat. My cock twitched hard against her ass and the minx started rubbing up against it, almost casually - except for the look she shot me.

  “Fuck, Bella…”

  My hands found her hips and I started thrusting up, the way she bit her lip showing me just how much she was anticipating feeling that. She was grinding against my rock hard abs, moaning a little as she worked herself up while playing with my chest.

  Her delicate little tongue flicked against my nipples, followed the lines of my pecs and swirled around my stomach as she slowly started working her way lower. The wriggling of her body over mine made me hot even before she reached her destination, crouching between my legs and letting her hands trace my sides as her mouth hovered over my pulsing cock.

  Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and my hand came around her head, folding into those beautiful red locks as she started teasing my head, the hand still covered in cream as it gripped the base. Her mouth took me easily - all the practice we’d had the last few weeks no doubt helping - and it closed over the head in one smooth motion, sucking eagerly while her tongue swirled around me.

  Fuck.

  You’d think by now I’d be used to seeing her like that, watching how she enjoyed me so much - but it hit me every time. There was something decadently pleasurable about seeing my self-controlled, willful rich girl become a sensuous wildcat in bed.

  Her head dipped lower and she started working my cock hard now, the thick member pulsing inside her as I got lost in the wet heat of her mouth. My hands clutched at her head and I was thrusting against her now, working her throat as she took it easily, moaning softly against my cock, vibrations building the hot desire tightening through my balls. The cream had been forgotten now, her focus intent on taking what she’d been after through the whole picnic.

  Not that I could blame her - what the fuck could be better than this?

  Her tongue ran along the underside, pressing against the sensitive vein as I grunted hard. I could feel the heat building closer to release, and as fucking good as this was, I wanted more. With one quick movement, I’d lifted her off me and flipped us around, her moan as she was suddenly looking up at me stirring my blood. The girl damn well loved it when I threw her around a bit - and I couldn’t deny enjoying the benefits of keeping my body military fit.

  I went back to teasing her tits with my mouth, driving her into the sort of crazed lust that was racing through me and lapping up the remnants of some of the cream, our bodies sticky against each other in the best way.

  My hands ran through her hair again and my mouth met hers, the joint taste of chocolate and sweetness making me laugh as I centered myself over her.

  “Tell me what you want, baby.”

  Her voice was thick with need as she looked up at me, hands clutching my shoulders in a way that made me feel the center of the world. Of her world.

  “God Seth…you. Inside me. Now.”

  I love the way she got demanding when she was like this, the need driving her as hard as it was me. I pressed smoothly into her within a few quick movements was thrusting hard, knowing she was used to my size by now. She moaned under me, reaching up to kiss and nibble at the muscles outlining my chest. I didn’t know whether she was going for the leftover chocolate or just the taste of my hot skin, but either had me groaning, holding her tight to me as I took the unbelievable pleasure of her soft, wet center. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough of this - lying with her, enjoying our fun and games, followed by explosively hot sex. My arms closed around her as I drew us both towards our breaking points, nuzzling at her neck and feeling the way she was shuddering under me already.

  “Fuck, Bella…”

  She moaned again, strong nails scoring my shoulders as her eyes went wild with passion and need. I felt myself overtaken with the same mad desire, wanting everything and all of her at once as I kissed and nibbled and licked, my hands exploring her body while I pounded into her again and again, taking us both further and further to where we wanted to be.

  She climaxed around me a moment later, her breath hitching as her pussy shuddered around my cock, driving me wild. She cried out with the strength of it, clinging to me as I withdrew to thrust in once, twice, and then I was there with her, overcome by the power of what we were doing. Pleasure swept through me and I groaned as I leaned against her, my mouth still nibbling at hers as I felt aftershocks run through her. The release relaxed every pent up need within me as I lay back down beside her, taking her body with one arm and pressing it against me. She curled up easily and I played casually with her hair as we both caught our breath, the mess we’d made amusing me but not worth doing anything about yet.

  “Yeah, I think maybe it’s you I’ll be looking at this weekend after all…”

  My mouth curled and I tried to ignore the pure self-satisfaction that ran through me at the comment. I didn’t want to think too much about what we were doing, or why I couldn’t help this possessive streak, but I couldn’t deny how I felt now. Here, in this perfect moment with her, she was mine.

  My Bella. My Belle.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Bella

  I looked around with satisfaction, taking in the lighting and decorations, the large military ba
nners and the tables covered with rough, canvas material that were prepped to serve refreshments. This year was as good as any I’d helped put together - better probably. However it had come about, the theme had been a great idea, and tickets had sold out quickly - even at the higher price we’d decided to go for.

  The people who only an hour ago had been buzzing around, placing final touches and making sure everything was in place were now elegantly dressed and guiding guests into the main hall that would serve as the central social stage. We always opened up the few rooms from here to the sitting area that led out into the large garden, and usually it wasn’t too long before people migrated to the cooler evening air and the slightly more relaxed atmosphere out there.

  First, though, everyone congregated here for my father’s opening of the ball, before mingling for the requisite time to ‘see and be seen’, which had always struck me as a little ridiculous. Seth’s expression when I’d described it to him had echoed my thoughts.

  I’d been down here in my midnight blue, floor-length gown for a few hours now. There had been a few last-minute panic issues, but as always everything was resolved and despite the preparation having slightly more hiccups than usual over the last few days, I was more proud of this result than of any I’d been involved in through the past. And this one had a slightly special meaning to me, too.

  My gaze cast around again as I hoped for a chance to spot Seth, but he was still gathering the Navy guys who’d been happy to come and support an event for their vets. I frowned slightly, glancing again at the time and wondering if they should have been here by now, but they had a good hour until my father’s speech so it should be alright. Unfortunately, Seth had never quite been one for punctuality.

  Not that it really mattered. I just couldn’t wait to meet the guys he practically lived and breathed with, find out more about his life in the Navy and get to know some of the people he was so fiercely protective of. They might be silly, romantic feelings, but I couldn’t shake liking the idea of it. Plus, I was longing to see him in a hot military uniform - I hadn’t been lying when I’d said I was developing a thing for it.

  “Are they here yet?”

  I grinned at the personification of my impatience as Kaylee’s tour of the grounds took her back to me yet again.