Conquering Zeus (SEALs On Fire) (3 page)

“You’d better hurry, SEAL man. You might miss the train.”

He lifted her straight up in the air and let her toes rest on his. Then he walked her backward to the edge of his bed. “Trains are leaving this station every hour on the hour, probably sooner. Got everything you need, lady?”

“Yeah,” she cooed with sultry satisfaction. “I have you.”

“My kinda girl. Stand here.” He ripped the coverlet back and, in the move, dislodged all the pillows. The sheets were taupe, all the better to see her with. “Okay, honey, now you can lie down.”

She sat on command, her long legs wrapping around his calves, her eyes at cock level. “Can I?”

“You’d better. But don’t— Oh. God.” The feel of her lips around his shaft was an oral treat he’d only dreamed about. She was hesitant and he didn’t blame her. He knew he was big. Correction. Bigger than most guys. But at the moment, he really couldn’t give a damn about his size, as long as she tried to take him all in.

She pulled away, her lips making a little popping sound. “Am I doing this right?”

“Very.” He gulped.

“You’ll tell me if I do it wrong or if I hurt you.”

He sank his fingers into the wealth of her hair and massaged her scalp. “Christ, baby, it hurts so good. Do it some more.”

She batted her eyelashes at him and set to work. And oh, brother, was she devoted to her job. She was, in fact, so gentle about it that it was all he could do to force back the urge to howl like a wolf. Her fingers cupped his balls, tenderly pulsing. Her mouth descended, taking more and more of him with each stroke. She had rhythm, by god. She also had a sense of play that had him moaning like a fool when she used her tongue on him and punctuated her loving with little cat-like purrs.

But when she licked at his slit, kissing his crown with a tender devotion, his thighs quivered. His blood raced. When her other hand wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed him, he jammed back the urge to shoot his wad. He corralled his breath and urged her to stop by putting a finger to the corner of her mouth. “Baby, you’re so fine. But I have to get a rubber or we’ll be done here. And not the way I want, either.”

He lifted her chin, bent to kiss her, and tasted his own musky need on her lips. She looked at him with dreamy eyes. “A goddess for Zeus,” Coyote had joked when he’d seen how his buddy was a love-sick pup after they choppered away, leaving her in sickbay on the carrier.

“Hold that thought,” he murmured and strode to the closet to dig in his duffel. He hadn’t brought much on this trip. Swim trunks, wet suit, a few T-shirts, shorts, and condoms. A box.

When he turned back to her, she had reclined on her side, her head on her extended arm, her brilliant bright hair a wavy curtain draped along her luscious curves. Her eyes adored him. Her voice was mellow as aged whiskey as she whispered, “You are beautiful.”

He crawled up on the bed to kneel beside her. With one hand, he brushed the arc of her ribs and hip down to her thigh. “Not like you, baby.” He stroked one of her nipples and kissed her forehead. “You know, I’ve got a dozen of these foil bad boys, but it occurs to me I just walked out of the ocean. Let me shower and come back to you.”

She shook her head as she tugged a condom from his hand and opened the foil. “I like you fresh from the water. Where you work. Who you are.”

He stared at her. What woman said that? What woman wanted a man who smelled and tasted of briny water?
Only this one. This one who understands firsthand what I am, what I do, and maybe even why.

With quick precision, she extracted the latex and sheathed his cock. Then, she took his hand and entwined her fingers with his. Her expression grew dreamy, her words insistent. “Make love to me. You promised.”

He threaded her hair back from her face. In that second, his mind snapped to attention. Reality, like puzzle pieces he’d been unable to put together, fit into one truth. He loved her.

“I want you, Jesus Rodrigo Calderon.” She rolled to her back and opened her arms to him. “The sooner the better.”

Chapter Three

This was everything she had hoped for from him. Honesty about his attraction to her. Attention to her, if only for a few hours. She would take what he could give her and count herself satisfied, even if he never agreed to more. She’d had few lovers in her life. Although she had never been without dates or men who wanted to lay her, she had rarely been interested in a quick fuck. Armed with birth control pills, condoms, and a raging desire to build a journalism career, she wanted bedmates she could connect with mentally and physically. Picky, she had found only a few she liked enough to screw. But this man appealed to every nerve in her body, every synapse in her over-active brain. He was whip smart. Funny.

And oh yeah, side benefit? He was beautiful as any Olympian god. When he had told her his code name in that grimy little corrugated tin-roofed shack, she had laughed so hard her throat hurt. Zeus. Even if it was a play on his given name as it was pronounced in Spanish, “Hey, Zeus,” it suited him. Powerful in form, he was a no-bull-shit sort of man. Direct, kind, and handsome as any A-list Hollywood super stud.

She had suspected that he possessed this other sensuous side. What man who looked like this didn’t want to get physical? He probably got panties thrown at him everywhere he went. He could take his pick of women.

Tonight he picked her. Now, as he settled over her, she squirmed into the plush mattress. Supporting himself on his elbows, he teased her with the barest touch of his hot skin along her length. His firm lips were soft. His kisses, like a butterfly’s flight, flirted with her desire and drew her into his aura.

She drove her fingers up into his damp shoulder length hair and cupped his scalp. Tonight, she planned to touch every part of him. His head, his cock, his heart. She opened her thighs and let him sink against her open wet pussy. She hummed in delight. God, he was big. She’d been in bliss the moment he slid his rod between her slit against the wall minutes ago. Wiggling her hips, she invited him inside.

He spoke against her mouth. “Gonna take this slow so we both remember the first time.”

She suppressed the possibility they might never have a second. She nodded, her eyes absorbing his look of rapture as he positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to her core and, in tiny increments, slipped inside her pussy.

She heard a savage sound of fulfillment and realized it came from both of them. The instant his shaft was fully lodged, the two of them halted in harmony.

His silver eyes flashed like lightning. “How good is this, huh?”

Breathless, she tugged his hair, her cunt so gloriously crammed with him. “Nothing compares. No one.”

He withdrew slightly and rocked into her with all his weight behind the thrust. The tip of his cock probed and tantalized her. She gasped. For a reward, she squeezed his member.

“Talented woman.”

“I practice,” she whispered, licking the outline of his lower lip, “alone.”

His nostrils flared. He bared his teeth as he undulated his hips, pulling back, nearly out and gliding back in, locked and definitely loaded for fun. “Practice all you want with me.”

She used her muscles to caress him again. “I will. I want to be perfect for you.”

“You are.” He proved it to her by rocking inside her in a steady rhythm. “That you came here. That you called Coyote. That you took a chance on me.”

“I couldn’t let you walk away without knowing if you cared.”

“Kim. Honey.” He fucked her in tempo with his words. ”I couldn’t…couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

“I was more than a rescue?”

“More,” he murmured and captured her mouth again, his tongue proclaiming his desire for her in syncopation with his marvelous thick cock. “Everything.”

She gasped and clung to him, his words bringing tears to her eyes and raging need for a big orgasm. “I had to have you. If only once.”

Groaning, he braced himself more securely on his knees, hooked hers up over his hips, and went to town. He plunged into her with a speed and power that robbed her of breath. She met him, panting, stroke for stroke, desire for passion. Raging in the need to join, to come, she ground into him. Instantly, she throbbed with release. Like flying off a cliff in free fall, she pulsed with him, mindless and moaning.

She was hot, she was fierce, her pussy convulsing, her legs binding him closer. He came with gritted teeth and a shout. Then he drifted down, careful still, but seizing her lips in a torrid claim. Pressing her to him, he rolled to the side, brushed her hair from her face, and kissed her forehead.

Exhausted and exhilarated, she sank into a quiet euphoria. He had pulled his cock from her and went silent. She caught a glimpse of his lips, turned down, brooding. He had pulled his mind from her, too. She couldn’t let that happen. Not after all her efforts to get quality time with him.

As the minutes ticked on and he had nothing to say, she had to pull the trigger. Rolling to the other side of the bed, she stood and walked around to him. Extending a hand, she winked. “Come on, big boy. Shower with me.”

His bleak expression told her that he didn’t think it was a good idea.

But she reached over and fished another condom from the open box and waved it at him. “If you think you can’t handle another round so soon, then—”

Muttering at her, he swung to his feet, hauled her up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and paddled her ass. “Lady, you have a smart mouth.”

Hanging over his sculpted back as he strode to the bathroom, she patted the muscular play of his very fine glutes. “If you’ve got the stamina, I want to use it on you again.”

He smacked her fanny once more, then slid her down against a very cold marble wall. His lips mashed hers in a damn fine kiss. “You want to suck me off?”

Her eyes grew as big as her own expectations. “You have to let me.”

“Why’s that?” he asked, as he insinuated one thigh between her own and had her swollen pussy riding his rock-hard flesh.

“I need the practice.”

“That’s it!” He lifted her chin with his fingers. “No more about other guys.”

“Who said anything about other men?” she asked, coy and bating him.

“Are you implying you want to practice on me so you can blow other men and say you did a SEAL?”

“Wow. Where did that come from?” He could wax hot and cold in a micro-minute. She had handled many interviewees like that. Even her daddy’s diplomatic corps stoics had flash points she had learned how to cultivate. “You really are competitive, aren’t you? Is that nature or nurture?”

“Do not confuse the subject here.” Anger, petulance, and jealousy combined to flush his dark bronze complexion red. “Why do you want to blow me?”

“Because I liked what I did for a few minutes out there.” She tipped her head toward the bedroom.

He took the time to strip the used condom from his penis and lean over to drop it in a trashcan.

“Didn’t you?” she asked, then stroked her hands over his marvelous pecs.
I loved how you lost control.
“I want to see you lose yourself again.”

“It’s rare,” he admitted.

“I figured. But you can trust me. Same way I trusted you. Don’t hold back with me.”

He stiffened. “I’m not.”

“You are.” She ran her hand up to his jaw, rose on her toes, and kissed the hell out of him until he was gripping her, crushing her against him, his cock stirring to attention and poking her in the belly. “Don’t you just make love for the fun of it? No holds barred? All positions, good game?”

He stared at her. As if lights went on in his head, he turned and tugged her into the huge walk-in shower where he waved a hand at a chrome fixture and the water, warm and wonderful as gentle rain, sprang out of the ceiling and the walls. With two hands, he set her in front of him, grabbed a bar of soap, worked up a lather, and began to swirl the suds all over her body. His expression was set to gloomy.

“I’ve thought a lot about this, you and me, since I left you on the carrier.”

His eyes met hers, then descended to his hands and his sinuous caress of her very aroused, very aware body. But this was his story. And she would not get in the middle of it. She had her own and, when she told it, she had to know his feelings for her so that she could survive what she figured his answer would be.

“I don’t do affairs.” His fingers were toying with her nipples, teasing and tweaking her into a slow melt.

She was burning.

“I can do big bangs. One woman. All fun. No ties.”

She snorted, but the humor was drastically cut short by the way he bent and sucked one of her nipples hard and fast into his mouth. With his arm at the small of her back and his massive thigh thrust between her own, supporting her ass, she arched up to him, suspended in the most delicious rapture.

“I’ve done a lot of them.” He lifted her other breast and nibbled on her areola.

Her pussy vibrated. Her legs shook, but she couldn’t fall because held her so securely. He had her so completely under his spell.

“When you’re training to become a SEAL, you have to want the acceptance more than anything you’ve ever had. You have to want it all bad. More than food or water or heat or sleep.”

He hauled her over to a marble bench in the middle of the cavernous shower. There he sat down, lifted her and spread her legs out over his own. While the warm water sprayed them, he nipped her earlobe and fingered her vulva. He found her clit in the sensitive depths of her cunt. As he circled her nub and held her close, he showed her how much he wanted her, too. “You go through hell to survive the training. You do mile runs just to get to breakfast. Six-mile swims carrying twenty pounds of lead. Climb rocks straight up. You shiver and quake.”

Quivers of need shot up her spine, emulating his words.

“Aw, sweetheart, just like you do for me.” He kissed her, hard and fast. Then he tore his mouth away. “And when you don’t know your name and you have the shakes cuz you’ve been up for forty hours straight, you ask yourself, what else could I possibly want as much as this?”

His lips were still beneath her ear and, for a moment, she thought he might have forgotten his train of thought. “For four years, I’ve had no answer to that. I haven’t wanted anything more than my duty. And I haven’t really wanted any woman for more than a night or two.”