Sights on the SEAL: A Secret Baby Romance Page 3

  I reward her efforts with a light tug of her hair, and the sensation makes her moan delightedly. Her tonguing gets steadier, and she grows bolder, moving her mouth around to get just the right angle as she covers my shaft with her tongue, letting the back of her tongue massage my crown with every movement.

  This is my girl.

  I start to feel my cock tensing, readying itself to go over the point of no return, and Becca knows it. She grows more enthusiastic, desperately trying to get that sweet seed out of me as she works harder, whimpering and sighing with every lick of my monstrous cock.

  Just before I tip over the brink, I take a tighter hold of Becca’s hair, pulling her back gently while she looks up at me in profound protest.

  She gives a whimper, a pouting lip stuck out as I tug her back onto the bed, but my cock is glistening and more swollen with need than ever. I’m not about to let her get off so easily.

  She sits on her legs, looking at me like I’ve just taken something precious from her. To dispel the sorrow in her eyes, I seize her and kiss her lips, tasting myself on them and plunging my tongue into her, letting her taste herself on my mouth. She gasps at the gesture, and I see those irresistible cheeks blushing lightly when I pull away.

  But there’s no sweetness in my tone when I hold her chin up and lean in to growl into her ear: “On your knees.”

  Immediately, obediently, Becca gets on all fours on the bed, looking up at me in anticipation, and I pull that cute ass of hers around to face me.

  I give it a sharp slap, making her yelp and push it further up, desperate for me.

  “I want to feel you again, Adrian,” she gasps, clutching fistfuls of the bedsheets in front of her as she looks back at me, eyes shining at my looming, massive cock. “I’ve needed you so long, Adrian!”

  I reach out and grab her hair, pulling it back enough to make her back arch, a gasp of pleasure. With my other hand, I stroke her ass in admiration, feeling the soft flesh and grasping it.

  “Do you have any idea how much I missed this ass?” I growl, and before she can answer, I plunge my cock into her waiting, soaking cunt.

  Immediately, she lets out a long, bliss-filled sigh when my head slides up her inner walls. I remember exactly where her g-spot is, angling myself to thrust my cock right up against that most sensitive point in her body.

  I waste no time in pounding into her, holding onto her hair like a leash while my hand holds her hips, angling her just the way I want.

  She’s so easy to physically manipulate in my powerful hands, and I make sure she knows it. When she starts to slip, I hold her up and tug back on her hair, and I feel her abs tightening as she draws closer and closer to orgasm.

  Her breasts are swaying under her as my long, hard cock pummels her g-spot, grinding against it with each piston-like thrust I deliver to her, and I’m insatiably rhythmic. I want to take in every inch of her pussy, reveling in the way she feels, the way she tightens when I pound into her just so.

  My balls have been swinging heavily under me, but at last, I feel them start to tighten, and my cock swells larger than ever as I let out a long groan and feel precum beading up at my cock, pulsing and twitching within.

  “I’m gonna come inside you, Becca,” I groan, “I want the world to know you’re mine.”

  With that, she lets out a ragged moan, her sigh punctuated by the sensation of warmth rippling up her body as the orgasm hits her, and I start pounding harder and harder, letting myself topple over the edge with abandon.

  I’ve waited for this kind of freedom, fought hard for it, and I’m holding nothing back as I take her hips with both hands and hold on as I start to lose my rhythm. The fierce fucking loses its machine-like regularity and staggers into bestial passion.

  My balls tense, and I let my mouth hang open before I let out a sharp, deep groan, and hot seed shoots out of my shaft, pulsing in sweet release along with her orgasm. Her honey is flooding my pulsing cock, which feels so red-hot that I’m worried about hurting her as my powerful pulses pour more and more of my seed into her.

  “Ohhhh, ohh fuck, Adrian!” she cries out, utterly uninhibited as I empty myself into her aching pussy. There’s even more of it now than there was before, and I swell with pride at the thought that my cock is growing even more potent inside her, if that were possible.

  Finally, my pulsing come subsides, and I slowly pull my glistening shaft from her as we flop down onto the bed next to each other, breathing heavily in the afterglow.

  I take Becca’s hand in mine and raise it to my mouth, kissing it gently before she spoons into me and my strong arms wrap around her. I kiss her neck while I massage her overstimulated cunt, and she whimpers in delight, scooting closer to me before giving a contented sigh.

  “I’ve never been in any real danger all this time,” she whispers, her voice the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “But I still never feel safer than when I’m in your arms, Adrian.”

  I let out a soft murmur in response, the scent of her hair in my face as I breathe slowly for a long time before I speak.

  “I’ve had this plan in my head to sink a chunk of the money I’ve been saving up,” I say, my voice still thick with lust. “I’ve got enough to put us anywhere we want for life, but I’ve been thinking about home.”

  “Home?” she asks, curiosity in her voice as she turns her head back, then turns around to face me, propping herself up on an elbow, smiling, glowing.

  “Yeah,” I say with a smile. “I’m a country boy, after all, and that never really leaves you. I want to build a place out in Ontario, somewhere rural. Out of the way. Somewhere quiet.”

  She bites her lip as she smiles, eyes shining as she watches me. “Log cabin out in the woods, built with your own two hands?”

  “Somethin’ like that,” I chuckle. “But I’m thinking more of a farm, somewhere where I can start providing for you by making life rather than taking it. A nice, sturdy barn with everything we’d need, plenty of good pasture land… and a big ranch-style house, just for us, where we can start our family.

  Something changes in her, and the smile fades from my face for a moment. Have I said too much? Gone too far? But no, it isn’t that, there’s something else written in those beautiful features, something I can’t quite place.

  “Well,” she says, and this time, it’s her who looks hesitant, reluctant, and I watch her intently, furrowing my eyebrows. “That sounds like something out of a dream come true.”

  “Then what’s the matter, baby?” I ask, taking her chin in my fingers and looking at her with concern. “You can’t pretend something’s not bothering you.”

  “I don’t mean it like that,” she says hurriedly, sitting up in bed, worrying her lip a moment before continuing. “I want this, Adrian. I want this for us. You’re right—life is too short to hesitate, I want to jump in and build a life with you!”

  I smile, but I look at her as though egging her on to continue, and she lowers her eyes a moment before wringing some of the sheets in her hands.

  “It’s just that I’ve kinda… gotten a head start on building a family.”

  I blink at her in utter confusion, and finally, she looks me in the eye.

  “Adrian… I had a baby while you were away. I-I’m a mother now.”

  Rebecca

  I watch him nervously, just waiting for his handsome face to twist into a rageful frown. I wait for him to scream at me, to shove me away like I’m damaged goods like most guys would. Without my daughter around, it’s almost like I can pass myself off the way I used to: a confident, sexually available single woman. This whole entire week that I’ve been staying alone in Mississauga without my baby, men have watched me closely with their hungry eyes, drinking in my aloneness, my vulnerability. After Maya was born, I had to shed my former ability to turn heads. Men simply didn’t want to notice me anymore, overlooking me because I was disqualified for having too much baggage in the form of a stroller and diaper bag.

  Suddenly, I was no longer a poten
tial mate, no longer desirable to male eyes. I was just a mother, a faceless blob of maternal instinct upon which no man could hang his lusty dreams.

  But being alone here in this city reminded me of what it was like before Maya came into my life. I was seen as a romantic object once again, only this time, I noticed the difference. I don’t want to be an object anymore. I want to be a fully independent person, not defined solely by either my sexual availability or my status as a good mother.

  And as soon as Adrian came waltzing back into my world, there would have to be a change, eventually. He still looked at me as though I were just the same single woman he met overseas, accessible and available. Ripe for the picking. If he were any other man, I might have kept my baby a secret from him. If he had only wanted to come into my life for this one night in some nostalgic attempt to relive the fiery but quickly extinguished passion of our first time together in the desert, then I could have just withheld the truth without feeling too badly. After all, I would never want to drag him into fatherhood kicking and screaming, nor do I want him to stick around just out of some bland obligation. I don’t want some loveless partnership, or a tedious obligation to arrange meetings for my kid. I want a real love, starting with me.

  But Adrian… talking about moving to the country, building our own home, working the land… and starting a family. Well, I never expected that. I assumed he was only here for the moment, just to quickly blow in and out of my life in a blur like he did before. I assumed I was just a pit stop, a little dalliance on the side before he was catapulted away from me and back into the jaws of imminent danger, just like he did when his mission took him out of my life.

  I figured he would ignite a fire in my soul and then leave me burning out alone again.

  And in some ways, it might have been easier if he had. I could simply collect the scattered shreds of my dignity and move on, holding the memory of a second one-night stand in the back of my mind for ages, to warm me in my coldest moments. But now… well, things are different.

  I just know that in this moment, he is seeing me differently. Through a new lens.

  And I am terrified to hear what he has to say. Terrified of his reaction. I expect anger, disappointment, disgust, betrayal. I expect to see his interest in me fade away to nothing instantaneously now that there is an obstacle to our smooth sailing in the form of my precious, lovely daughter. His green eyes flash with unnamable emotions and I start to look away, wincing as I prepare for him to make a thousand excuses to leave, to escape before I can sink my man-trapping claws into him and force him to be a father. At least, I assume that’s what he must think of me.

  But instead, he reaches forward to cup my cheek and turn my face back toward him. There is a faint smile on his lips and he shakes his head. I await his words anxiously, holding my breath.

  “Bex, I never knew,” he says softly. “How—how old is the baby?”

  My stomach lurches. Surely he will put two and two together, but I’m not ready to explore that issue yet. I’m not prepared to talk about it. Not now. Not here. Still, he is waiting for me to respond and I can’t leave him hanging.

  “She’s about a year old,” I answer quietly, hoping he doesn’t probe too much further.

  “She?” Adrian repeats, his smile widening as his eyebrows lift up slightly. He looks… well, he looks downright pleased. I’m surprised at this development, having expected him to freak out.

  “Yeah. Her name is Maya,” I tell him, and a smile plays at my own lips at the mere mention of my baby girl. Even in a tense moment like this, I can’t help but feel a rush of maternal adoration for my child. I am proud of her. I love her fiercely. Even if her existence complicates every element of my life, she is more than worth the complication.

  “Maya,” Adrian says reverently, and as his lips form her name I feel my heart skip a beat.

  A part of me – a very large part of me – hopes I can manage to hold onto her and Adrian at the same time. I realize with a surge of uncomfortable warmth that I don’t want to lose him. Whether I acknowledged it consciously or not, a small but dogged part of me has been wishing for some way to find him again, longing for him to come back into my life. And now, here he is. And he knows the truth!

  Well, at least he knows part of the truth.

  Maybe I should confess now, before this goes any further. It’s only the right thing to do, I tell myself, gritting my teeth as I prepare to tell him everything. But before I can open my mouth to say another word, Adrian leans forward and kisses me sweetly.

  Peering deeply into my eyes, he says, “Rebecca Summers, I don’t care who the baby’s father is. I don’t care what has happened in the two years I’ve been away. I never forgot about you, even for a moment. You have been in my heart all this time, and I think I know why now.”

  I hold my breath, my lungs tightening up as I await his next words. Does he know?

  But he grins and says, “It’s fate, Bex. You and I… we’re meant to be. I know that to be the truth. I can feel it. And I know you feel it, too.”

  I am dumbfounded, just staring at him blankly. This is certainly not how I pictured this confrontation to proceed, but I am overwhelmed with joy at the knowledge that he feels just as drawn to me as I am to him. He feels the same magnetic attraction that I do.

  We want each other.

  No, we need each other.

  Regardless of circumstance. Regardless of the future.

  “I do,” I reply, nodding. “I feel the same way, Adrian. I just… I was so afraid to tell you. I didn’t want you to see me differently. To treat me differently. My life has changed a lot in two years, but the way I feel about you… well, that has remained totally the same. I’ve thought about you so many times, wondering where you are and what you’re doing. Praying that you were doing okay. I don’t know why, but I just couldn’t get you out of my mind, no matter what happened.”

  That is only partly a lie. In addition to my overwhelming feelings of attraction and fondness for Adrian, there is also another huge reason as to why he was always in my thoughts. But I can’t tell him about that just yet. It’s just too soon.

  I need time to figure things out, to feel this out. I want to be sure before I drop that bombshell. I can’t play fast and loose with something as precious and precarious as my daughter’s life. I need to know, first and foremost, if this thing — whatever it is — that I have with Adrian is for real. I need to know that he is going to stick around, and not just because Maya is his. I want him to be in my life for no other reason than love. I need stability, and so does Maya.

  “I have seen so many horrible things. Hell, I have done some of those horrible things, myself. But the thought of you has sustained me through all of it, Bex. You have been my bright light in the darkest hours of my life these past years. I don’t know what it is. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but somewhere in my soul I knew all along. It’s you. It’s always been you,” Adrian tells me fervently, pulling me close to him. I rest my head on his hard, muscular chest and close my eyes.

  “And your baby… Maya. If she is your flesh and blood then I will love her as my own. I already feel like I love her in my heart, even though we’ve never met,” he says, pushing me back gently to gaze warmly into my face. It’s incredible how sweet, how gentle he can be, when I know that these same hands that hold me so tenderly have wrung the life out of others.

  “I love every part of you, Rebecca. And your daughter is part of you.”

  My stomach twists into knots at the word love. I know he means it in a less pointed fashion, that I should keep my head on straight and not let my love-soaked daydreams get the best of me. There is still a massive divide between us. An enormous lie, a sin of omission, digging out a canyon between the two of us, even still.

  For a moment, I toy with the idea of just telling him. Bursting out with the heavy truth that’s weighing down my tongue. I could do it. So easily. I could just say the words that would alter our relationship forever. It could push him
away from me, or it could draw us closer together. Either way, it would be a mighty shock, and we are just so new together. He’s only just gotten back from god knows what kinds of dark places and deeds, and it isn’t the right time.

  Besides, I have to be careful for Maya’s sake. If this works out, then great. No, better than great. But if something happens, if we don’t work together like we want to, like we plan to… then I don’t want the messy complications of fighting for custody. I don’t want to lose Adrian and Maya in one poorly calculated fell swoop. Being a mother means being cautious. It means putting my daughter’s needs before mine. But I can’t help but feel a little selfish — I want to keep her for myself.

  I need to know first of all that Maya and Adrian will get along. It is difficult to imagine this powerful, deadly hulk of a man cradling and caring for such a tiny, fragile soul. What if he can’t totally put his past behind him? What if he is hiding some trauma that will sneak out and jeopardize us all when we least expect it? I don’t know where he’s been all this time. For all I know, his past could still be haunting his every footstep. And I’ll be damned if I allow something so shadowy and insidious to haunt my young daughter’s life, as well.

  And if I tell him now— the whole truth— what if he is angry with me? Hell, of course he will be angry with me. Adrian will feel betrayed. Cheated. He could act in revenge, try to take my baby away from me as punishment for hiding the reality of her parentage.

  No. It’s not time yet. I have to wait until I have more information, until I’m sure. I’ll take him home. Introduce him to my parents, and Maya. I’ll see how he reacts.

  Then I’ll tell him that Maya is his child, too. That he is the father.

  Adrian

  I’ve heard a lot about people having a hard time adjusting to civilian life again. The transition is so hard for so many that it destroys lives. I’m lucky enough to have Becca at my side, though, and with her, I feel like I can do anything. Go anywhere. And that’s just what I’m gonna do.