Romance: Military Romance: Protected by the SEAL (Contemporary Hero Bad Boy Navy SEAL Romance) (New Adult BBW Alpha Male Virgin Protector Short Stories) (42 page)

“Um, I don’t think that this is the time or the place,” I said.

“The time or the place is anywhere that we say it is. If you’re worried about somebody seeing us, then you don’t have to be. It doesn’t matter anyway, because we’re not going to be staying here.” He pointed to a huge yacht, out on the sparking water. He took my hand and he brought me down to the dock with a bottle of champagne in his other hand.

We took the launch out to the yacht and he showed me around. I could seriously see myself living in the lap of luxury for the rest of my life. It wasn’t just his money, but it was the way that he held himself. It didn’t hurt that he could make me scream better than any man that I’ve ever been with.

I felt the yacht turn and pick up speed. We were leaving the coast.

Regis led me downstairs. When we got down to the bedroom, the bed itself took up most of the space. He put his hands on my hips and placed his fingertip against my chest. He made me fall onto those soft silk sheets. They were blood red and such an erotic vision that I felt like I was transported into my own personal oasis. This was heaven and it became even more so, as he took his clothes off and showed me the man underneath.

His anatomy was on display and I could see that he had taken care of himself with a six pack and a body that looked like an Olympic swimmer. The way that V-shaped torso tapered down into his crotch made me want to trace it with my tongue. Instead, he held onto my shoulders and pushed himself inside my mouth. I curled my tongue around him and cradled his balls, letting him have his way with me, but also using my own expertise to draw the animal out from within.

“Angela, you don’t know how much I’ve missed this,” he said. “Most times, I have to contend with one night stands and hope to God that my dragon half doesn’t awaken.” I was actually looking forward to seeing him change and I guess I got a brief taste and wanted more. “I don’t have to worry about anything with you. You already know the truth and you’re still here and that says a lot about you, as a woman. You have character, you have style and you have your own way. A lot of people may not accept you, but I don’t give a damn.” I couldn’t really say anything with my mouth currently occupied.

I could look up at him and see that he was truly here with me and not just going through the motions. I felt that he was going to take some time and my jaws were getting a little sore after twenty minutes of trying to give him oral gratification.

I pulled away from him with a wet pop of my lips and I was now massaging my cheeks in absolute awe of his stamina.

“I should have warned you that I last longer after each subsequent climax. I really don’t think you’re going to complain, unless of course you’re going down on me for longer than necessary. I should have stopped you, but it felt too damn good. That’s no excuse for my behavior.” He had no reason to apologize. I could’ve let him go at any time, but I didn’t want to.

“Regis, this doesn’t have to be just about me and I want what we have to be a give and take. I don’t mean just in the bedroom, I mean in life to. I want to be with you in every sense of the word and I want us to experience things together. I know that you probably have done most of these things already, but I’m sure that there is something out there that you haven’t done that I can convince you to do with me.”

“Living for the last 85 years has afforded me the opportunity to play the odds. I wasn’t always rich and that took the use of my dragon instincts to pull me from obscurity.” He lifted me with ease and turned me around, so that he could kiss the nape of my neck and push on the small my back to make me bend to his will.

“Let me guide you.” He didn’t try to stop me, as I reached underneath and then I heard the sound of ripping and I looked into the mirror across me to see that he had claws with a red scaly hide. He tore my dress down the back and it separated like I was emerging from a cocoon. It was then that he gave me all of him and my arms gave out and plastered my face against the mattress. I rose up again, because I wanted to look back and see his reaction, as he took my body and pierced my womanhood.

“Angela, I don’t know what it is about you, but you make it very difficult to go more than a couple of hours without being with you. Maybe it’s a chemical reaction, or maybe we were destined to be together. Either way, we are never going to be apart.” With him deep within my womb, there was no denying that we were together.

“Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me,” I said. The lines between sex and love had blurred and I couldn’t be sure, but I was leaning on the side of love. I’m not saying the sex wasn’t spectacular, because it was that and something else entirely. I saw his wings emerge and then he turned me and we floated up to the ceiling, where the skylight opened up and we were now airborne above the ship, high up above the water. We went higher up and farther out to sea. The coastline was far away, so no one there could see us. Regis was doing everything he could to stop the contortions of his face, but the rest of him, not including his other more prominent asset was now fully immersed, as the dragon.

He was holding me and he was giving me a stick of dynamite that was truly pronounced from his midsection. My silky insides were the match and I lit the fuse and waited for the final culmination. This was like nothing anybody has ever experienced and the rushing of the air and the look on his face caused me to ripple along the length of him. It gave him the encouragement to go off like a hose.

I don’t know how far we were up, but soon he turned and we went back to the boat. He knew exactly how to get there and I found out later that they have a unique radar that gives them a special kind of GPS unit inside their own brain.

When we landed back on the bed, his wings retracted and he lay down beside me and it was then that I passed him my phone. “I want you to delete this.” He looked to me like he wanted to make sure that that was my decision. “I’m serious I don’t want anybody to even get an inkling that you are really a dragon shifter.” He nodded his head and just like that the video was gone.

I traced the muscles on his chest and I heard him breathing heavy and looked up to see that he had fallen into a deep slumber. It must have taken a lot out of him to fly around with the added weight of me hanging on him the entire time. I put my head against his chest and the only thing that I could think about was that I was the luckiest woman in the world.

THE END

Bonus Story 9 of 17

Gabe held the slender blonde in his arms as they twirled around the dance floor, a smile painting his face for the first time since his sweet Violet passed away two years before.  Mason was right.  With Vi gone and her killer locked safely behind bars, it was time to get out there again and live again. Enough time had passed, and Vi wouldn’t want him sitting at home, withering away in his thirties.

He’d forgotten the blonde’s name already, his memory slightly fuzzy with the nights drinking to build up his courage.  But she was a living, breathing woman, and dammit he was having
fun
.  He wouldn’t take her home; he would probably never see her again. But for this one moment, all was bright in the world.

Mason spun past Gabe, who had a gorgeous brunette on his arm, and winked at his friend.  The look on Gabe’s face said it all and Mason didn’t need the
thank you
that Gabe mouthed as they flew by.  His best friend’s happiness was more than enough.

The chamber orchestra finished their song and the dancers stopped to clap.  Live music and dancing were a rare thing in this modern world, but both Mason and Gabe loved the classics.  The small group bowed graciously and sat down to play their last song.  With a smirk, Gabe recognized the modern piece with a classical spin, letting everyone know closing time was upon them.  Gabe wrapped his arm tight around the blonde’s waist and pulled her in for a slow-dance.  He whispered his thanks in her ear for a sweet night on the town, and asked if he could call her a private car to drive her home.  She blushed, but relief was evident on her face.  When he’d first asked her if she would like to join him for dinner and dancing, you could tell this wasn’t what she’d expected.  Sitting alone at a table in a restaurant, obviously stood up for a date, she looked like she needed a night on the town as much as Gabe did, and he’d told her so. 

She’d been eager to join him, until they’d sat down for their meal in the most exclusive restaurant in Daytona Beach.  It was clear from her face that she didn’t believe him when he’d reassured her that he expected nothing in return from her.  Now, letting her know in the gentlest way he knew how that he had no intention of bringing her home, he felt the tension drain from her; tension he hadn’t even known was there until it was gone.

“You Gabe, whatever your last name is, are a true gentleman, and I’ve had the best night tonight.”  She kissed Gabe on the cheek and rested her head on his chest.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Don’t ever let a man make you think that you are worth any less.”  She nodded into his chest.

She was a beautiful woman, but she’d been stood up more than once.  She was about to give up on men altogether, staring angrily into an apple pie, when Gabe had sat down beside her and talked her into joining him for the evening.  She surprised herself by saying yes and getting up to leave with him right then.  She was already wearing her most luscious red dress, so why not?  What had started out as the worst night of her dating career had turned magical.  She knew that she would leave this man’s company believing in fairytale once more.

The song ended and the couples dispersed for the night.  Gabe and Mason waited with their dates for their hired cars to arrive and tipped both drivers handsomely to make sure that they arrived at their homes safely.  Gabe tossed Mason the keys to his Porsche 911 and hopped in the driver’s seat.  Not much of a drinker, he knew that one was one too many for him.  Mason chuckled at his friend and got into the driver’s seat.  All that liquid courage had left his dear friend a little giddy, and Mason was glad for it.  Gabe deserved a happy life.

Mason guided the Porsche through the streets, heading for large townhome they shared.  Gabe hadn’t set foot inside his own home since that day he’d found Violet murdered in their living room, the words “Tiger lover” spray-painted on all the walls.  Vi had died because she loved a shifter, and Gabe couldn’t bring himself to walk the halls that once held framed photos of their happy life anymore. 

A few blocks away, Gabe could see flashing red and blue lights bouncing off the neighboring houses.  The police.  Mason slowed the car and turned down an alley, taking the back way to the townhouse. 

He crossed a small side-street and discovered that the alley-way was also blocked.

“What in the hell is going on?” said Mason.

Gabe shrugged.  His guess was as good as any.  Mason pulled down another alley and killed the engine, pulling out his smart phone to check the local news.  There was a breaking news bulletin that began playing as soon as he clicked on the icon.

“Breaking news tonight out of a quiet suburb of Daytona Beach.  A gruesome murder scene has been found at the home of Mason Kaplan, CEO and majority owner of Kaplan Innovations.  Details are sketchy at this time, but authorities are searching for Mr. Kaplan, and a known associate, Gabe Nemr, for questioning.  Mr. Kaplan and Mr. Nemr are only persons of interest at this point, though Channel 12 news has learned that Mr. Nemr’s wife, Violet Nemr was also murdered two years ago.  This, of course, raising questions as to whether the right man has been incarcerated for Violet Nemr’s murder.  The pair are described as—”

Mason turned the phone off, his hand shaking.  The camera had panned away several times, showing the front yard of the townhome crawling with forensic investigators and law enforcement.  During the reporter’s clip, two body bags had been removed from the residence, and what Mason could see of the scene behind was a grisly scene. 

With a calm he didn’t feel, Mason drove the Porsche away from the house, heading for an apartment he kept near his office for emergencies.  It was only a matter of time before the authorities would find the apartment.  But by then, Mason and Gabe would be long gone.

*****

Stacy watched the furniture van unload the last of its cargo and drive away, leaving the rustic cabin and its new inhabitants to settle into their new home.  The cabin, large for the area with three spacious rooms, had been vacant for years, so Stacy had been surprised when a modest sedan had pulled onto the private drive, stopping to remove the battered
for sale
sign at its entrance.  Willing to admit that she was quite nosy, but preferring to think of it as friendly curiosity, Stacy had wandered down the trail that eventually led past the cabin to get a look at her new neighbors.  She was surprised to see two men, both looking like they belonged in the big city in a flashy car, not Stephenville, Oregon.  Population 500, if you counted the entire, unnamed, mostly forested area surrounding the tiny town. 

Stacy’s closest neighbor besides the two strangers was Brad, a 37-year-old divorcee who could find darkness on the brightest day.  Stacy could only handle so much negativity, so she was hoping that these two new guys were at least cheery.  Brad had already called her yesterday, within minutes of the strangers driving down the easement, to let her know that she should avoid the new neighbors until he’d had a chance to “vet” them.  She had rolled her eyes when he’d said that.  Brad really was trying to be nice, but he only knew how to be Brad. 

Stacy headed back down the trail towards her house, skipping in the sunshine and enjoying the beautiful weather and the clean scent of the recently rain-washed forest just beyond her property line.  Some might tease her for being too peppy, but Stacy didn’t care.  She had a fresh basket of fruit and a homemade pie from her shop in the neighboring city of Pikesville to bring to her new neighbors.  The rest of the wide-spread neighbors could be as aloof as they wanted, she had some new friends to make.

She pulled her car next to theirs, her engine knocking loudly as she killed it, and dragged the heavy basket across the seats.  The curtain beside the door fluttered as she walked up the paved sidewalk to the door.  Before she could knock, a tall, well-muscled man opened the door, a huge grin spread across his face. 

“All you need is a red hood and cape and this could be the sexiest fairytale ever written.”

Stacy laughed as another man elbowed his friend in the ribs. 

“Mason, mind your manners.  We want people here to like us, not to hide their daughters every time we step outside our door.”  This man winked at Stacy, her heart fluttering with a million butterfly wings at the sight of him.  They walked onto the porch and offered her a seat on the plush swing as they leaned against the porch rails.

“To what do we owe the pleasure?” said Mason, grinning at her, completely ignoring the obvious house-warming present she’d brought them.  The other man sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically.  His comical expression drew a laugh from Stacy, who was finding the pair much more amusing than she’d ever imagined.

She handed the second man the basket of food.  He thanked her and set it aside, looking her over in a way that said he was used to attracting the ladies, but still a consummate gentleman.  Stacy stuck her hand out, introducing herself and explaining where her home was. 

“I’m Gabe, and I guess you know where I live,” said Gabe.  He winked, his tone teasing her.  Stacy blushed.  He knew the basket was an excuse to be nosy, but she’d lay money that he didn’t mind.  He shook her hand.

His grip was firm but gentle, his large hand swallowing hers whole as he held her gaze.  His eyes were a deep, dark, chocolate brown, nearly as black as his pupils.  Stacy lost herself in those eyes, forgetting that she was sitting with her hand outstretched, even as he let her go.  She shook her head to clear her thoughts.  These two were trouble, but not the kind of trouble Brad had wanted her to believe. 
Ha!  Maybe they
are
the kind of trouble Brad is worried about.

Stacy made small-talk with them for a while, noting how they avoided any mention of their lives prior to arriving in Stephenville.  Stacy took in their manicured hands and gentle tone and imagined that they were secretly rich, just trying to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life. 

The sun started dipping down towards the horizon when Stacy stood to leave.  They promised to return her basket, though she insisted they keep it.  Mason made a flirty remark about having an excuse to see her again, making Stacy blush again as she climbed into her car and drove away.
  What is wrong with me,
she wondered. 
I’m like a horny teenager.

Maybe Brad was onto something.  Luckily, Stacy didn’t have to drive by his home to get back to hers.  Brad had always been a good neighbor, but he was too forceful.  What he thought came off as concern felt more controlling than anything, and she wasn’t in the mood for his brand of caring tonight. 

*****

Stacy awakened to a knock on her door, not in the least bit surprised to see Brad, arms crossed and a perturbed look on his face standing on her porch.  She left the chain secured, not interested in visitors this early in the morning.

“Yes, Brad?”

“I see those two
men
brought back your basket this morning.  Am I to assume that you went to their house yesterday, unescorted?” 
Was he for real?  It’s 2015 for cripes sake, not 1915.

Stacy didn’t answer him, just closed the door softly and padded back to bed.  It was 8:00am on a Sunday.  Her café was closed today, and only today.  She wasn’t going to let sour-puss Brad ruin today for her.  She crawled back into bed, moaning when the still-warm sheets wrapped around her bare skin.  Brad knocked a few times in quick little bursts, then finally gave up and left.  She’d hear about it tomorrow.  But for now, she faded into a blissful sleep. 

She awoke completely refreshed, several hours later.  She rolled over and looked at the clock, surprised to see that it was nearly noon.  Usually, Brad attempted to drag her to church, even though she insisted that she found her faith in the beauty and grandeur of the forest surrounding them.  Brad had ridiculed her, claiming that she was living a heathen’s existence. 
Maybe he finally gave up on that, especially after this morning.

Stacy rolled over and saw the list of missed calls flashing on her cell phone.  51 missed calls in all. She was wrong that Brad had given up on dragging her to town to save her soul.  It turned out that she was just a really heavy sleeper. 
Oh well, Brad will get over it.  I have a life to live!

After breakfast, she pulled on her hiking pants and laced up her boots.  The sleek, black fabric clung to her every curve, but still allowed her to move freely.  Developed specifically for hiking in the rough climate of the Pacific Northwest, the pants were her favorite hiking accessory.  She could jog through brambles without them tearing, yet she didn’t overheat in them. 

She put on a ball cap and headed out the door, a camel pack filled with water strapped to her back.  She knew these woods like her own reflection and she would only be out for a few hours.  The water would be enough after her full meal this morning.  No need to weigh herself down with more.  Aside from her cellphone, it was the only thing she brought with her.

Walking down the path towards the forest, Stacy wondered about her new neighbors.  Who were they really? Why had they chosen Stephenville of all places to settle down?  They had told her they weren’t brothers, so what was their deal? 
I wonder how much sleep Brad is losing over our new neighbors.

She smiled.  Brad meant well, at least she thought he did, but he was just so over-bearing.  He was from another planet, where women still needed men to hold their hands and tell them what to do.  He wasn’t her type, though he couldn’t seem to understand that.