Bound & SEAL'D: A Bad Boy Navy SEAL Romance (11 page)

She tenses up and practically screams. “But that can’t be true! I saw what happened on the news. Everyone did!”

I shook my head. “Well, it is. It’s all true. Every last word. When I saw it, I could barely believe my eyes. Why would our government send us in to his compound if they didn’t want us to shoot him dead? Of course, it wasn’t long before I got to digging. Abdul Hameed was from a very wealthy family and had ties to the Saudi government. You know that compound we raided? Well, it wasn’t an opium farm. There was enough oil buried underneath the ground to keep a country running for decades. I was lucky to have Bowen with me. We found a vet in the city who agreed to operate. I lost my fucking leg in that damp room. And the next day the Navy briefed us, told us never to discuss the mission with anyone, and sent us home.”

She looks at me, eyes shining with disbelief. “So they protected him to get more oil? I’m so confused, Colt. How is any of this real?”

“I don’t have any proof, besides my leg and Bowen’s scars. I don’t expect you to believe me either. But I thought I’d tell you the truth, regardless of whether or not you do. Our government does this to countless soldiers. You think they care about right and wrong? They’re sending us over so we can secure the world’s oil and rule the world for just a little longer. Abdul Hameed wasn’t killed. He was given a settlement and sent to a fucking safe haven. Most likely some island in the South Pacific.”

“Colt, I—” I grab her hand and kiss each finger.

“It’s okay. It’s part of my life and I’m the one who has to deal with it. I’ve made my amends and so has Bowen. But I’m thinking, maybe you need to break the story before Elijah does. Maybe it’s time the world finds out what really happened.”

“They won’t believe you,” she says, pressing her forehead against mine. “They’ll think we’re crazy.”

I laugh, more to myself than anything. She’s right, but that doesn’t deter me from telling the truth. “Sure,” I say. “They’ll laugh and point fingers for a while. But it won’t take long for them to come around. In ten years’ time, they’ll know what a fucking scam war really is. War is hell, but it’s also a marketplace. It’s a chance to run the world, one essential substance at a time. Shit, look what they’re doing all over. The leader of the market is the leader of the free world.”

Her face looks like it’s about to explode with anger. She runs her fingers through her hair and sighs loudly. “Fuck it all. It’s never any good is it?”

I shrug. “It is sometimes. That’s enough to fight for, right?”

“Yes,” she says. “But what will you do? How will you get Elijah to stop?”

I fall into my bed and collapse under the weight of the day ahead of me. “I’ll do what I have to do. I’ll find his source. I’ll find Akron.”

“
H
ow do
you know Akron’s his source?” I ask him. It’s a fair question. From what it sounds like, it’s been since the war since he’s even seen him last. “For all you know, he’s up in Detroit or somewhere far away.”

He shakes his head, “No, I have a feeling he’s nearby. Bowen will know. He always finds this shit out.”

“If Bowen knew, don’t you think he would have told you by now?” I ask him.

“Hell no. He knows what that war did to me. Once we got back, I told him I wanted nothing to do with the Navy anymore. I said I’d celebrate the damn holidays with him, but that was it. No more digging into what happened,” he sighs and wraps his arms around me, pulling me in close. “Obviously all that has changed now.”

“I have his key,” I suddenly blurt out. “I mean, Elijah. I have the key to his desk,” I say.

“Are you serious?” He claps his hands loudly and smiles. “Well, there ya go! We have all we need. I’ll call Bowen right now.”

“Wait, Colt. Let’s have one more day.” I flip my body on top of him and kiss his sweet lips. “I just want one more day of this.”

“You’re right. We still haven’t had a proper date,” he laughs, “That’s it. I’m going to make you a huge dinner tonight. Lobster and steak, served with a beautiful salad.”

“Sounds fancy,” I say.

“Oh, it is,” he laughs and rolls me over so that I’m on my back. I can feel his flesh growing against me, so I reach out and grab it. I tug gently, spitting downward onto it. “Fuck, I wasn’t expecting this…” he moans, pulling off his shirt.

“Expect more of it. This is our day,” I whisper and kiss his lips. He bites down and smiles.

“I want you to ride me until you explode, baby,” he moans and falls back onto the mattress. I sit on top of him, pushing my clit against his pelvis, moving back and forth. He reaches down and plays with my clit, while spreading my lips apart.

“You’re still wet,” he says. The looks on his face is total lust. “Come here.”

He picks me up and places me over his head, pulling my panties to the side. “Oh, God. Colt…” I moan. He’s pressing his palm hard against my wet mound, rubbing from side to side, teasing every bit of me. Soon enough, he’s licking my upper thighs, up to the flesh of my ass, right down to my lips.

He slides his warm tongue across my labia, pulling back as he sucks and licks upward against my clit. I’m feeling young again, like this is the first time I’ve ever fucked a man and he’s teaching me how to have the orgasm of a lifetime. I close my eyes and focus on his rhythm.

When my whole pussy is in his mouth, he sucks me like a juicy peach. The pressure from his mouth pushes and pulls and his tongue extends, sliding against my clit over and over again. When he slides three fingers inside of me, I realize I can’t hold on any longer.

The electricity shoots around my skin. All the hairs on my body stand up and my skin prickles with goose bumps. My nipples grow erect like daggers, and my body writhes like a snake. He eats me. “
Yes!”
He eats me like a chocolate covered strawberry, savoring every last drop. I move back and forth, up and down, until my eyes dilate and I’m pushed forward into my own pleasure centers. “I’m cumming,” I scream. “I’m fucking cumming!”

He immediately flips me over into doggy position and I’m still shaking. I’m dripping all over the bed sheets and, soon enough, his cock presses against me. He grabs my hair and threads each strand of hair through his fingers, pulling back into a ponytail, taking every bit of control for his own. I’ve had my fun and now it’s his turn.

With each thrust, I can feel him give over to me. I fall back as he pushes forward and together we’re in a hot pulse of our own sex. With his free hand, he cups my tits and circles around the darker skin on my nipples. He’s sent into a frenzy, about to give it to me again. Without warning, I feel him grow inside of me. He’s about to burst. I can feel it.

When he lets go of my ponytail, I let him slide out of me and spin around. “I want to taste you,” I say. “Cum in my mouth.” I want to eat him, to taste every bit of him. I stick out my tongue for him, salivating as I watch him shine his massive cock.

As it grows, he slides it into my mouth. Once, twice. On the third time, he pushes in deep and I can feel every last ridge inside my mouth. I can taste the precum in the back of my throat. Finally, he pulses up and down, still on my tongue, and shoots everything he has left in my mouth. I swallow down and feel even more spill out.

My lips, wrapped around his shaft, pull back as I swallow every last drop. He shakes with pleasure and pulls his cock out quickly. The pleasure is too much for him to handle. “Oh, shit!” he yells, muscles tensing up. “Fuck, I wasn’t expecting that. You are… you’re
incredible
. The best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I laugh and fall back against the bed. “Well I know how to please you now.” I wink and kiss his shaft, which is somehow still hard and throbbing. “I want to please you all the time. When this Elijah thing is over, I want to spend more time with you. Real time. I don’t want to worry anymore about my life falling apart.”

He’s holding me close and with one kiss on my collarbone, I know everything will be alright as long as he’s with me. At least, I hope so. He whispers “You don’t ever have to worry. I’ll make sure of that.”

But I can feel it in the distance. My fear. It’s my fear of losing everything, my fear of being consumed by disaster. It’s been eating me up inside, ever since that fateful night with Elijah, the night I caught him fooling around with my sister. People in your life tend to let you down, but I feel safe here in Colt’s cabin. I just hope he can come through on everything he’s promised.

“Come here.” He jumps out of bed, his body looking perfect as hell. “I want to show you something.”

I take his hand and tip toe out of bed. He leads me out the back door. First I protest “I’m naked. I don’t want anyone to see me.”

But he quickly dispels my fears. “There’s no one out here. Not for miles. We can do anything we want.” I realize just how much freedom he’s created by building a cabin out here. I still can’t believe he built it on his own.

Outside, there’s a secondary house. It’s about as big as one room. “This is my sanctuary,” he says.

“A sanctuary in a sanctuary,” I whisper to myself.

He laughs. “Yeah, something like that. If I’m not shooting targets with Bowen, I’m here by myself. Sometimes, I get completely lost out here.”

He takes a key and unlocks the shack and instantly I can smell metal and fire, and the musky wood smell of the walls. He turns on the light and leads me inside. There’s art everywhere. “Wow,” I whisper. “Colt, is this for real?”

“This is it,” he says the words with pride. I can tell if he had a different life, this is what he’d dedicate it to. There are welded sculptures of men and women, a giant snake with four heads, and at least a hundred more small sculptures. He’s actually brilliant and I’m completely surprised he hasn’t brought these to galleries.

“What the…” I whisper walking down the line, examining each of the welded pieces of art. “These are really good, Colt. Like, insanely good. Has Bowen seen these?” I ask him.

He laughs and shakes his head. “Nah. He thinks this place is just for storage. I haven’t told anyone about my art. It makes it more special. That way it’s mine,” he says, running his hand over a metal sculpture that looks eerily similar to himself. “Now it’s yours. Well, both of ours.”

“I’m honored.” I smile, wide-eyed and excited. So the man signed up to go to war in Afghanistan, reads all the books he can get his hands on,
and
makes elaborate sculptures? It’s completely mind blowing and I can’t help but love his complexity.
Ew.
Did I say love? I definitely didn’t mean to say love.

“This one is my favorite,” he interrupts my crazy train of thought to show me a giant buffalo. It’s the most eye-catching piece in the room. It’s massive. “It’s simple, but it brings me to this mythical zone of what America is to me. The buffalo. When that animal died out, so did an era of real peace. It probably sounds corny, but that’s why I made it. To find real peace for myself.”

“It’s not corny at all,” I say. I quickly realize just how important this place is to him. Every inch is carefully designed to bring meaning to his life. “You’ve really thought all this through.”

“Yeah, well. Life’s too important. If the war taught me anything, it’s that,” he says as he walks toward the back of the shed. In the corner is the welding booth. “Why don’t you try it? It’s pretty relaxing once you get the hang of it.”

“Me? I don’t think I’d be any good,” I protest. But, of course, he’s already getting everything ready for me. He turns on the power, grabs a piece of sheet metal, and puts on a face protector. He hands me one too, complete with a set of heavy-duty gloves. “Alright, fine.”

He sits me down in front of him, and with his hands, he shows me what to do. “See this rod? It’s hot as hell. Don’t touch it. You place the rod against the area you want to heat up. You’re molding the pieces to fit perfectly together. Here, watch me.”

He takes the rod looking thing and places it against the metal. Sparks shoot up around us and I jump back. “Careful now,” he whispers. The metal starts to melt. He creates a pool of lava-looking silver and creates shapes that stick objects together. Before I know it, he’s molding a circular piece of metal onto a square piece, creating an abstract shape.

“Here. Your turn,” he says, handing me the rod. I’m shaking, but extremely curious. I can feel his chest up against my back and his arms around my waist. “Just be natural with it. There’s no pressure. Be free.”

Before I know it, I’m welding. I’m actually doing it. Sparks are shooting against the air and I’m slowly putting together a piece of… well, it looks interesting at least. Although, I have no idea what it is when I finish with it.

“Beautiful!” He claps his hands. “It’ll go right on the wall in the living room.”

“Oh, God,” I laugh. He turns the power supply off and I take off my protective helmet. “Thanks for showing me that, though. I, uh, hate to admit this. But I think I love picking your brain apart.”

“Did you just use the word
love?
” he asks me. His smile is egging me on.

“I think I spoke too soon,” I laugh. “Now I’m annoyed.”

“Sounds about right,” he says as we walk outside. The air is cool and the day is waning. In a few hours it’ll start to get dark. “So. How ‘bout that dinner?” he asks me.

“I want two lobsters to myself. Extra butter. Oh, and cheesecake for dessert,” I exclaim, jumping onto his couch.

“Your wish is my command,” he says. “Anything for the princess.”

I grimace at him, but it’s sweet how willing he is to go above and beyond for me. No man has ever tried to go above and beyond for me before. Sure, they might make a reservation at a nice restaurant every now and then. Or maybe they’d buy me a dress for my birthday. But Colt is different from those people. He lives for the unique life experiences, those moments that you’re forced to remember. And he works with his hands. Yes, he works
very
well with his hands.

I
’m still not sure
any of this is real. I’m convinced I died back in Kabul and this is just some abstract death-process where at the end of our date, I’ll come to and realize I’ve been dead for years. The past few days have been going so well that I have to stop myself every now and then, close my eyes, and savor the moment. Things don’t generally last forever and I don’t expect her to stick around my weird wilderness lifestyle either. I just want this moment. This one moment where everything feels
perfect
.

After dinner, she falls into my arms again. She’s smiling and clutching me, kissing every muscle on my body. We fuck and fuck some more, falling into each other in every single position imaginable. And then we fall asleep, spooning each other until we’re both dreaming.

The next morning, however, is different. There’s a weird weight to it once we realize what needs to be done.
Elijah.

“Look,” I begin telling her, “I’ll handle this with Bowen. You don’t need to be involved in anything illegal.”

“No. I want to go with you,” she says.

“If anything happens, it’s a big offense,” I start. “You’ll lose your whole career. You could get jail time for trespassing. As for me, I don’t have shit to lose. And the only thing worthwhile in this life is, well, you.”

“Colt…” she sighs. “Are you sure?”

“Completely. Go spend the day with Julie. You probably need to anyway.”

She groans loudly at those words. “Ugh. You’re probably right. I can only imagine what she’s getting into without me there.” She rolls over and grabs her clothes. Her hair is unkempt and totally sexy. I have half a mind to take her right here, for the thirtieth time.

“Call me right after. I hate to think of you in trouble.” She blushes when she says this and I feel my stomach turn into knots of regret. I wish I could just handle Elijah like normal people. I wish we could just brawl it out and end it right then and there. But that’s not how this guy operates. If I was to throw a punch at him, he’d leak the whole story. He’d destroy what Lena and I had begun.

She hands me a set of keys and says “Be careful. If security sees you go into his office, they’ll call the cops immediately. I’ll write down the alarm code so you don’t forget it. Remember to be fast.”

B
owen is
ready for the job before I even ask him. It’s as if he’s been waiting for another mission ever since he came back from Kabul. “You kidding me? Let’s fucking do this.”

I, on the other hand, hate the idea of sneaking into the local paper’s office just to cover my ass. Part of me actually wants the damn story to leak. I just don’t want Elijah to be the one who does it, and I sure as hell don’t want to end up in trial because of it.

The night is pitch black and the stars are covered with dark clouds. It’s the perfect night and we’ve got everything we need. Night vision goggles.
Check.
Military grade gloves.
Check.
Full camo.
Check.
That’s Bowen’s idea. I think it’s pretty cheesy to break into a building wearing camouflage, but to each his own.

“You really think he’s in contact with Akron?” I ask him, as we duck behind a bush in front of the building.

“Hell if I know,” he says. “To be honest, I always thought he was dead.”

“I know what you mean. It’s like he disappeared after the night. No, maybe disappeared isn’t the right word…” I sigh, pulling on my goggles.

“It’s like he never even existed. I’ve read the reports from that night. I’ve seen the damn broadcasts,” he frantically whispers, “Akron isn’t mentioned once. It’s weird, but they paid us all that money to shut the fuck up, so I never said a word. I guess we’ll get to the bottom of it tonight.”

I give him a fist bump and say “Cheers to that, brother. You ready to do this?” The guard walks around the corner and our path to get in the building isn’t going to get any clearer.

Bowen gives me a solid look and nods. “Let’s go,” he says. “In and out.”

We run to the front, jam the key into the lock and jump inside. The alarm is silent, but we disable it before the cops are alerted.

From the inside, I can see the security guard outside texting on his cell phone, laughing loudly to himself. He has absolutely no idea we’re inside the building. I begin to feel a sense of relief.

“Alright,” I whisper, “we grab the files and go. Quickly now.”

We move throughout the building, passing the square cubicles, until we come face to face with a door that says “Elijah Wilkinson.” This is it. We push open the door and find a desk, computer, and a few drawers. We nod to each other and begin the hunt.

Soon enough, we find everything we need, on the computer and off. There’s information on our mission, on everyone. That is, everyone except for Akron. “I thought he went to Akron,” Bowen says, confused. “But there’s nothing here about him.

“Give me that,” I whisper. I look through the documents. There’s nothing. Elijah’s open email browser says nothing either. “What the hell? He’s got no inside source. Nothing. Just a bunch of information he put together himself.
Shit!
”

“Look up on the top of this sheet, right here.” Bowen suddenly says. “He’s grasping at straws, but he’s also stealing from Lena. This is all from Lena’s desk. He’s going through her shit to build his story. What exactly did you tell her? He’s relying on what you’ve been telling Lena.”

I say “I haven’t told her anything you can’t find somewhere else. You know, just basic facts about the war, about how we felt after coming back home. Elijah thought too much of her and too little of me. He’s got nothing.” I put the documents back in his desk. “Come on. Let’s leave the documents. They tell us nothing. We have to tell Lena what’s up and go from there.”

“Shit. I really thought we’d find something substantial,” Bowen laughs. “Well, it was fun breaking in, I guess.”

I sigh, wipe the sweat off my forehead, and finish putting the documents away. We tidy up the room, make it look how it did before we entered, and head out of the building. Exiting is even easier than entering, and within the hour we’re back at my cabin.