SEAL's Baby (Navy SEAL Secret Baby Romance) (59 page)

“I love you, Amber.”

I put my hand up on the side of his gorgeous face and said,
“I love you, too.”

We sat there and looked out over the city with me in his
strong arms for a long time. It was the safest and warmest I’ve felt in a very
long time. We had our fingers entwined together and every so often, he’d run
one of his thumbs up and down across my palm. The lights of the city began to
twinkle as the sun sunk lower behind the mountains. It was a breathtaking view
and as much as I was enjoying it, all I could think about was how badly I
wanted to taste his lips. After a bit I felt his lips close to my ear. He
skimmed them across the lobe and made me shudder before I felt the heat of his
breath as he asked me,

“So you missed me, huh?”

I laughed. “Yeah…a little bit.”

“Just a little bit?” He nuzzled his face into my hair.

“Okay, a little more than a little bit…” My breaths were
getting shorter as his lips brushed across my skin.

“What would it take to get you to say you missed me a lot?”

“Hmm…I’m not sure…” He nipped at my neck with his teeth and
then sucked a piece of it into his mouth. “But that’s getting you really
close.” He stretched out his long legs and pulled me back so I was in his lap,
still with my back pressed into his chest. I could feel his erection straining
against the front of his jeans and pressing into my backside. I could also feel
myself getting wet. Besides the fact that this was Kyle – the object of all of
my fantasies –
 
I hadn’t had sex since
Dylan died over a year ago.

He reached up and cupped my breasts in his hands and began to
massage them through the fabric of my shirt and lace bra. I moaned, “Kyle…”

“What, baby? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, please don’t stop.” I turned my head slightly so that I
could see his gorgeous face. I loved his eyes. Sometimes they look brown,
 
usually when he was sad or upset, and other
times they look green. Today, they were a mixture of both and he was looking at
me with an adoration I felt all the way to my soul. My heart was racing. I’d
promised myself I wasn’t going to rush into this, but was two years really
rushing it? I had yet to figure out how or why he affected me so deeply, but
maybe that was one of those questions my therapist was talking about when she
said I question too much and don’t let myself feel enough.

His face was so close to mine I had to taste his lips. When I
pressed mine into his, he took that as the green light he was looking for. He
lifted me slightly and flipped me onto my back, lowering me gently to the grass
underneath us. His mouth crushed against mine and our tongues tangled up
instantly. We kissed hard and passionately as our breaths competed with our
gasps and moans for volume. When he tore his mouth from mine, he grinned at me.
Every time he did that, my organs liquefied. “I missed that.” He squeezed my
breasts, as he continued, “And these… I missed every part of you and I’d like
nothing more than to spend the rest of this night making every part of you feel
so good that it will blow your mind – if you’ll let me.”

“I want you Kyle, so badly.” He found my lips with his again
and out tongues fought for control. I felt his hand underneath my blouse
against my bare stomach and sliding down. Suddenly, his fingers were pressed
against my mound and my body was convulsing. He cupped me hard and squeezed as
I slid my legs open further to give him access. He parted my lips with his
fingers, letting them play in the slick wetness there. Then without further
ado, he shoved two of his fingers up inside of me. I pulled my lips from his
and cried out as my walls closed snugly around them. While his mouth was free,
he buried it in my neck and started licking and sucking. He was penetrating me
deeper with his fingers. It had been so long for me that just those two fingers
alone filled me up and had me on the brink of an orgasm.

He was using his other hand to push my shirt up and until I
felt the cooling air come in contact with my skin, I’d forgotten we were out in
the open. “Um…Kyle…”

Breathlessly he lifted his head and said, “Yeah, baby?”

“We’re kind of out in the open here…”

He glanced around. “We’re alone.”

I giggled. The clinic was the most daring place I’d ever done
it. I’d never had sex outside in a public place. The idea of waiting another
hour by the time we got back on the bike and to one of our homes was too much
for me. “Okay,” I said, just as breathlessly. He grinned again and then dipped
his head down and moving my bra completely out of the way, he sucked one of my
breasts into his mouth and began torturing it with his skilled tongue. He
licked and sucked and kissed and then all of a sudden, he bit down and at the
same time shoved a third finger up inside of me. He had them buried inside of
me and just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, he slid his knee in between
my legs and pushed against his hand.

“Kyle!” With his other hand, he reached back to grab a hold
of my ass and held it tightly as my pelvis rested against his thigh he began
pumping his fingers in and out of me. “Oh, Jesus!” He was touching me in places
that even I didn’t know existed and his mouth was back on my swollen nipples,
biting and sucking like a starving man. I couldn’t stay quiet, but I was barely
coherent enough to even think about anyone else being around as he held me
between his strong hands and fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before.

“Oh my God! Kyle!” I was ready to explode. I buried my head
into his shoulder just as he pressed his thumb into my engorged clit. I bit
down on a piece of his flesh to keep from screaming as the orgasm ripped through
me and pulsed in jolt after jolt of electricity that I felt burn all the way
through my core. I was gripping onto his shoulders and back, and I held him
until I was able to stop shaking and the convulsive waves began to pass. I have
no idea where this man came from, but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I
wanted to keep him – forever.

He slowly began to slide his fingers out of me as he kissed
the side of my face. In a hoarse whisper, I said his name again. “Feel good,
baby?” I couldn’t form a word no matter how hard I tried so I mumbled
incoherently and nodded my head. He laughed. “Good, but I’ve got much bigger
plans for you.” He grabbed the back of my neck and gave me a long, lingering
kiss. When he was finished with that, he stood up and held his hand out. I took
it and stood up on shaky legs. He led me back down to the bike and he unhooked
the big saddle bag on the side. He handed me a bottle of water and pulled out a
soft, fleece blanket.

“You keep sex supplies in there?” I asked him.

He grinned and looked me up and down with heat in his eyes.
“I’m betting you’re carrying everything I need right there, except for the
blanket.” I felt my face go hot and I wasn’t sure if I was blushing or just
reacting to the fire he started in my body. He put his arm around me and led me
to the other side of the lot where there was a large expanse of grass and a lot
of trees. I had to block out that part of my brain that wanted to worry about
what kinds of critters might be in here at night. As soon as I felt Kyle pull
me back into his chest and kiss me, they were gone. When he let go of me, he
spread out the blanket and dropped down onto it. He reached up for me and drew
me down into his lap. I once again felt his hard cock nestled up against me and
I felt a fresh wave of need pass through me. His fingers were incredible, but I
absolute need his cock inside of me.

His hands were trailing up my sides underneath my blouse and
they felt so good on my bare skin. I wiggled my bottom slightly and felt him
twitch against me. His fingers traveled upwards until they tickled along the
sides of my breasts. I rested my head against him and let him explore for a
while before saying, “Can we go home?”

He grinned. “Whose home?”

“Whoever’s is closest.”

Chuckling softly he let his thumbs rub across my hard
nipples. “In just a little while,” he said.

“You want to torture me more first?”

“Mm hmm,” he said matter-of-factly as one of his hands
wiggled its way back into the front of my pants. He found my aching clit and
began to massage it. I reached down between my legs and stroked my hand against
his cock through his jeans. He flexed his hips and moaned.

“Take these down,” he said in a raspy voice. He was pulling
at the tops of my pants. I rose up and pushed them down to my knees along with
my panties. I heard him suck a breath in through his teeth. The moon was bright
tonight, so anyone that came along would be able to see me as well as he could,
but short of going to jail, I was willing to risk it.

I started to sit back down, but he said, “No, straddle me,
standing.” I raised an eyebrow and did as he asked. He leaned in and sucked my
clit into his mouth. I thought the top of my head was going to explode. I
grabbed his head, and I was pulling his hair hard as I pressed his face into
me. He began to devour my pussy and it was unlike any oral sex that I’d ever
had before – even with him. He sucked on my clit while at the same time moving
his tongue quickly back and forth across it, and then he would bite down
gently, sending me into seizures in my head. The whole time, he had his hands
on my butt cheeks, massaging and squeezing. If I died right this very minute, I
could go saying that I’d experienced the most pleasure one woman could. This
man was out of this world.

Kyle ceased his torture of my clit and looked up at me.
“Don’t move.” He got up and stripped off his pants and shorts. His cock was
pulsing. He kissed me softly and then sat back down, pulling his shirt off as
he did. He put one hand on my ass and held onto his cock with the other. “Now,”
he said, guiding me down towards him. I stepped apart just a little further and
let him guide me all the way down until I felt his cock pressing into my seam.
He let go of his cock then and took one of my hands and placed it around him.
He reclined back on his arms and watched as I guided him into me. I worked my
way down slowly at first, but as soon as I felt my walls stretch around him, I
dropped down to my knees and impaled myself on him. He sat straight up and
grabbed my hips with a loud groan. “Jesus Christ, Amber… God, I missed you!”

I smiled down at him as I moved up and down slowly. He licked
across my breasts and occasionally nipped at one while I went at my leisurely
pace. That didn’t last long, however. I was compelled to move faster both
within myself and by the motion of him hands on my hips. He leaned back onto
the blanket and gave me more room to move. I clenched my muscles as tightly
around him as I could, and each time I moved in a way that made his groan or
made his breath hitch, I did it again…and again.

The orgasm began building in my toes as I felt him grip me
even tighter, and I saw the muscles flexing in his arms as he lifted me up and
slammed me back down, moving his hips in time with mine. I’d waited so long for
this. I’d craved him so many nights when I lay alone in bed and I’d touch
myself and dream about this moment, but it was not even in the same solar
system as this. I felt the sudden sharp tingle in my core, and I clenched him
even tighter as I cried out. He sat up straight and pressed his head into me. I
felt him explode at the same time I did. He was moaning and whispering my name,
and when he collapsed down on the blanket I went with him and lay my head into
his chest, praying that this was only the beginning of our lives together.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

KYLE

ONE
YEAR LATER
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The room was buzzing with
excited chatter, but it fell silent as the bride and groom stepped into the
room. Immediately following the abrupt silence, they made their way to the
center of the room to the sounds of raucous applause. They smiled and held
hands on the way to the wedding party table and as soon as they sat down, I
stood up and balanced myself against the table with my thigh. I sat the cane
aside and let the dizziness pass before I picked up a spoon off the table and
tapped it against my wine glass.

“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Kyle
Cloud and the big man who is sitting at this table with his gorgeous, blushing
bride, is my best friend Greg. Greg and I have a long and somewhat rocky
history. We met in the fifth grade and in spite of the bumps that were to come
along the way, we’ve stayed friends. I’ve seen this guy go from an immature
jock who loved the ladies, to an immature adult… Just kidding.

“Greg’s taken his father’s business and
he’s turned it from a small mom and pop cabinet shop into one of the top five
most successful contracting firms in the city. He’s always worked hard and
played harder. I remember the day about eight months ago when I realized this
was really it for him. We were having lunch at a trendy restaurant downtown and
a group of college girls walked by. One of them was eye-balling the big guy and
I told him so. He didn’t even look up. So just to make sure he wasn’t sick – I
didn’t know about the lovely Mrs. Falcone yet – I described her to him. When he
looked annoyed with me I thought about rushing him to the ER. I remember him
saying, ‘I’m finished with all of that.’ ‘All of what?’ I had asked. ‘Playing,’
he’d said, ‘I’m not playing anymore. I’m in love, man…completely, utterly,
overwhelmingly in love.’ He told me about Vicki and while he was talking, his
blue eyes were actually shining and I knew he really wasn’t playing with me. My
friend who rarely dated the same girl twice was in love.