ROMANCE: Military: SEALED BY APACHE (Military Soldier Navy SEAL Romance) (Alpha Male Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Short Stories) (6 page)

  With these words he surged his long stiff member to the core of her soaking wet readiness; fully and finally uniting them as one as their kiss deepened further still.

  Their hips claimed an immediate rhythm as they once again engaged in an intimate tango; their bodies writhing and slithering together as their enjoined tongues mirrored their motion.

  Running her trembling fingers through the softness of his thick wavy hair, Bethany pressed her soft voluptuous body against her lover’s hard and chiseled one; moaning outright as he continued to probe and penetrate her.

  Sinking deeper into the confines of Bethany’s whisper soft bed, the couple lost themselves in a binding embrace as Jaxson surged forth to her very being; their sweat-lined bodies molding together as he smothered her with passionate kisses. He entered her over and over, tossing from one side of the bed to the other, his hand under her back to pull him hardness deeper into her womanhood with an intensity that took them both into a different dimension, pure, timeless bliss. Bethany gasped repeatedly, as he penetrated her, lunging in and out, sending shivers uncontrollably throughout her.

  Finally and with a long last stroke he sent them both careening across the bounds of a powerful mutual climax; one that ignited both their bodies in the realm of passion’s fire as they moaned their pleasure.

  Silence overtook them moments later as they collapsed into one another’s arms; sharing an entwined body as if one.

  Moments later the exhausted couple reclined together in the shared heaven of their own private resting place; whispering their good nights as they fell asleep in one another’s arms.

  As Jaxson drifted off to sleep, he found his psyche suddenly bathed in the realm of an ethereal dreamscape; an azure seascape in which his body floated free and unencumbered.

  For just a moment he savored the beauty of his aquiline surroundings; the sweet pink and fuscia guppies, the golden starfish, the swaying water lilies every hue of the rainbow.

  Yet after just a moment of blissful respite a sense of dread overcame him; setting his nerves on end as he saw before him a most unwelcome sight.

  Once again he saw the ghoulish shadowy body, still and limp in the water. And as before he dove to the aid of a victim who was anything but.

  His dreamscape shifted in suspended animation as he scooped the dummy up in his arms; this time daring to look downward to spot the bomb that hovered dangerous just beneath him.

  Then he saw the flash of red, followed by a time of darkness; an interval shattered by the sudden presence of a nurturing hand placed right across his heart.

  Coming awake with a heated gasp, Jaxson turned into Bethany’s embrace as she held him closer than close.

  “What did you see this time Jaxson?” his lover whispered, voice soft and nurturing.

  “I saw everything,” Jaxson answered immediately, adding as he raised his eyes to pin Bethany with a meaningful glance, “I saw the dummy, I saw the bomb, I saw the explosion. I saw Tommy positioned in between me and the bomb, and there was nothing I could have done differently.” He paused here, adding as he squared his broad shoulders and lifted his firm chin to prideful effect, “He will be fine, somehow, I just know, he will be fine.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

  These words echoed in Jaxson’s mind a week later, as he made his way into the all familiar office of his therapist, Dr. Bethany Pierce.

  In the wake of their night of unbelievable passion, Bethany had made some surprise arrangements. 

  ….which is why it really surprised him now, as he spotted two glasses of sparkling champagne poised at the edge of his therapist’s desk.

  “I have wonderful news for you,” Bethany, dressed today in a beige pant suit that flattered her generous curves, rose from the seat behind her desk to join her hands with his. “After completing a thorough evaluation of your case, your commanding officers and I have determined that that your memory is now fully intact, and that you seem much happier and more productive than you have since the time of the blast.” She paused here, adding as she leaned forward to sear his lips with a warm sweet kiss, “You my darling are hereby discharged from my care. And although I am no longer officially your therapist, I am no longer ‘technically’ off limits.”

  Letting forth with a joyful whoop, a beaming Jaxson swept his lady up in his arms as he twirled her around in a joyous circle; seizing her lips in a passionate kiss as he headed for her couch.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” Bethany giggled against his lips.

  Shrugging his broad shoulders, Jaxson tossed her body into the softness of her lush leather couch; fixing her with a wicked smile as he locked the door, unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it over his bulging shoulders.

  “Well since we no longer need this couch for purposes of therapy,” he explained, flexing his chiseled pecks and washboard abs for her wide-eyed pleasure. “We might as well put to the thing to better use.”

With these words his body covered hers on the surface of the luxurious couch, the couple’s lips again colliding in a heated kiss as they stripped each other bare, with frenzied hands.

  Lowering his bronzed head to her chest to lick her skin and suckle her nipples, Jaxson purred against her skin as her loving hands massaged his back and chest; throwing her head back to gasp her desire as their arms and legs entangled.

  Immediately hardening with stark arousal beneath the effects of his lady’s touch, Jaxson still took the time to cradle her close to him; kneading her spine as he fondled and kissed her breasts and thrust his hips against hers.

  Slithering restless against her lover, Bethany reached down to lay a hot playful slap on his chiseled tight butt; tossing forth with her long black mane to cover his head as he surged upward to sear her lips with an intense, passionate kiss.

  Their tongues and fingers entwined at once as his manhood soared between them; their thighs locking as he reached down an attentive hand to cup and kneads her clit.

  His magical fingers eliciting sparks of sensation that soared wild throughout her entire body, Bethany plied his lips with an adoring kiss as she wrapped her long legs around his trim waist; inviting him inward as she thrust herself against him.

  Moaning in ecstasy as his lover whipped her soft hair across the surface of his sensitive nipples, Jaxson surged inside her as two became one; his reverberating manhood diving deep within her as he held her closer than close.

  Soon it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began; their bodies moving in magnificent tandem as the intense friction of their joined beings threatened to drive them insane.

  Even as Jaxson continued to probe and penetrate an enthralled Bethany, he rubbed and massaged her famished nub as she sighed her pleasure; their hearts pounding in divine accord as their quiet cries of passion filled the air above them.

  Breaking their kiss, Bethany stared deep into Jaxson’s eyes as she whispered, “You distracted me so quickly my Navy SEAL, that I forgot to tell you my other piece of very good news.” She paused here, adding with a broad smile, “I’ve been asked to serve as the base therapist at a certain Miami Naval station; the very same one that you report to next week, once you’ve been reinstated as a full-time Navy SEAL. I was wondering what you thought about that?”

  His eyes flying wide, Jaxson let loose with a joyful whoop as he drove deep within her; carrying them once again into the realm of an incredible shared orgasm.

  Showering his lady’s face with a rain of sweet baby kisses, he instructed, you’ll take that position, Doctor Bethany, and formally be mine. A directive she was only too happy to follow.

  “Ay ay, Sailor,” she accepted. 

The End

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Innocence Unsealed

By

Jasmine Jensen

Chapter One

Prologue: The Past

Kaylee took a good look at Cole from head to foot. His pants were torn and his boots were muddied all over. His dark brown, wavy hair was a tousled mess and he had huge big black eye. His left cheek was swollen, and Kaylee had a hunch Cole may have even lost a tooth, given the way he was holding his jaw. Overall, it was quite the unsettling sight, even more so considering Cole was just fourteen years old.

“Good grief, Cole! What happened to you,
this
time?” Kaylee asked, worriedly. She had always seen Cole come back from tussles as regular as clockwork. But twelve year old Kaylee never really got used to seeing Cole like this.

“It’s nothing. Bobby Evans was talking a lot of trash and I just had to put him in his place.” Cole said gruffly.

“Talking trash? About what? You and the other boys are always getting into some kind of fight.”

Kaylee just couldn’t understand what was wrong with Cole, or all the young boys for that matter. It seemed like they were always fighting or arguing about something. And this, or something like it, was always the end result. Boys were really just some kind of strange species to a young girl like Kaylee.

“You don’t understand, Kaylee. I couldn’t just take trash talk like that. I had to put Evans in his place.” Cole said.

“It sure looks like he put you in your place.” Kaylee said curtly.

Her remark elicited a sneer from Cole. He wiped his mouth. Kaylee saw his hand motioning and wiping. It was trickling with little red drops that she hadn’t noticed before.

“Cole, you’re bleeding!” She said anxiously.

“It’s nothing! You think I’m in bad shape? You should take a look at Evans!”

“I don’t care about who’s in worse shape!” Kaylee shot back. She had become clearly agitated by Cole’s nonchalant attitude towards what had happened. How could he just joke around when he looked so beaten up?

“We’ve got to get you home. You need to get yourself checked out. You might even have a concussion!”

Kaylee’s tone was full of concern, surprising and amusing Cole at the same time.

“Concussion? Where did you learn such a big word? You’re only twelve.”

Kaylee folded her arms angrily and let the breeze blow past them before she answered. Growing up as childhood neighbors, they always met and played together in the rolling hills around their houses despite the age difference. It was a quiet spot in their suburban town. Kaylee always liked to consider it as their secret play place. But she always suspected that Cole just considered her as a little sister, and nothing more. Cole’s remark just reinforced her thinking. This annoyed Kaylee, who couldn’t even place where her feelings for her older friend were coming from.

If only she could control her feelings for him as easily as she could read and process information. Everyone knew Kaylee was a brainy girl and that she would make something of herself. It was an accepted notion that Kaylee would someday work in the medical field. She definitely had the brains and the aptitude for it.

“Maybe if you read a little more instead of getting trouble, you’d understand.”

Cole laughed off Kaylee’s little outburst. She couldn’t understand why he had to act so tough. How could she? She was the product of a great family and great parents. Cole had the great fortune to have an alcoholic father and a mother with more than a shady past.

Sometimes Cole couldn’t understand why his dysfunctional family was living in such a quiet neighborhood at all. They just seemed to stick out like rotten apples in a basket in the neighborhood. This made him even doubly grateful for having a friend like Kaylee to grow up with. She was always there for him and provided a sweet camaraderie in his tumultuous life. This made what he had to do even harder.

“Whatever. Well, it’s getting late. We better start heading home.” Cole said. There was no happiness in his voice. He dreaded going home and would not mind staying out all night. But Kaylee had to go home, and Cole knew it.

“Okay. But you really should stop getting into so many fights.” Kaylee scolded.

“Kaylee, I promise I’ll never get into another fight in this neighborhood again. Just won’t happen.”

There was a tone of finality in Cole’s voice which made Kaylee pause and turn as they started to walk down the street.

“Really? Why do you say that?” she asked.

Kaylee turned to Cole as they walked, she didn’t see the car barreling toward her. But Cole did.

At that instant, everything seemed to suddenly go into slow motion. Cole saw the oncoming car swerving wildly, veering toward Kay Kay, his nickname for her.

‘The guy must be drunk,’ he thought, as the car quickly approached.

Cole leaped into action and shoved Kaylee away, just as the car slammed into him. Before Kaylee could do anything, she hit the ground hard, rolling to a safe stop a few feet from the car. She would have some bruises but at least she would live. She was not so sure about Cole, who was now down on the road.

“Oh my God! Is he all right? I’m so sorry!” the distracted driver stumbled over his own words as he leaped out of the car.

But Kaylee ignored him and ran to Cole. She had to see if he was all right.

“Cole? Cole! Are you okay?

“Call for help!” Kaylee screamed at the stranger, hysterically.

A long minute later Cole stirred and opened his eyes. He saw Kaylee looking down at him. His whole body ached, but he smiled.

“Kaylee. You’re okay?” Cole asked.

Kaylee just nodded and hugged Cole, practically landing right on top of him, in a full embrace. The driver was calling 911 for an ambulance, also shaken but now relieved he was alive. Kaylee squeezed Cole’s hand tightly and waited for the paramedics to arrive. It would be the last time they would be together for the next twelve years. It had been arranged that Cole would live with his aunt out west, finishing high school, and then go on to join the Navy, leaving Kaylee crushed. He left the next day, as arranged, with non-life-threatening injuries included.

***

“Don’t you ever stop staring at that cellphone, Watts?”

Dr. O’Bannon’s voice startled Kaylee. It took a lot to startle Kaylee, usually. It was common knowledge in the sports clinic where Kaylee worked that she was a cell-phone addict. With every free moment in the clinic that she had (and they were not a lot), Kaylee was buried in the world of social media, shopping sites, and medical forums. She was always online, and she was proud of it. Even Kaylee often joked that the day the internet was discovered was the day she was truly born.

“Dr. O’Bannon! Sorry, I didn’t notice the time pass.”

O’Bannon frowned at Kaylee. The son of Irish immigrants Dr. James O’ Bannon was a very tough boss who demanded the most from his employees. Medicine was in his blood. His father had been one of the earliest medical practitioners in the country and had made a name for himself in the medical community while raising his family. O’Bannon longed to grow out of the shadow of his father and in all respects he did. He had put up the sports clinic with his own money, blood, sweat, and tears.

He was a very stern and demanding superior at the sports clinic. But even he had to admit that Kaylee Watts was a very reliable intern, despite always being on the phone. She was very bright, and he knew she would make a name for herself in Sports Med Rehab, treating the elite athletes who went a great distance to their small town for the best rehab care in the country.

The internship at the clinic was a step to a bigger goal. She knew her graduation hinged on this and she was certain to be a future Physiotherapist. But recently she had been slipping at her duties. The workload that was once effortlessly balanced was now hopelessly in disarray. More often than not, Kaylee was staring at her cellphone and today was no exception.

He crossed his arms sternly. It made the Irishman look even larger than usual. Kaylee glanced at Dr. O’Bannon’s face. His expression looked like he could eat a lion alive. Kaylee couldn’t look him in the eye and just looked away.

“You know Kaylee, I’ll just say this once.” he said. Kaylee was caught off guard with the way O’Bannon addressed her. He never called anyone by their first names. This was a first. She pulled back at her long, wavy black hair, a nervous habit she had only acquired since her childhood.

“I know what they say about me in the clinic. I know I’m a demanding boss and an overall SOB. I know it takes a lot to make me like someone. Hell, I probably wouldn’t like me, if I met me.”

Kaylee was confused by what Dr. O'Bannon was saying.

“Sir?”

“Look. I know your graduation’s coming up and this internship’s soon coming to an end. You’re my best intern and you’re looking to graduate right at the top. But it’s no reason to slack off towards the end of the term.”

Kaylee shook her head.

“No, sir. I’m not slacking. I mean I’m not,”

Kaylee caught herself. She was beginning to stutter and didn’t really know what she was going to say next so she just stopped talking mid-sentence. It was an awkward moment, as she was always so professional.

O’Bannon sighed and looked up at the ceiling. He knew Kaylee was a great worker and had a bright future. He didn’t want to give her too much of a hard time.

“If you want to get on my good side, you’ve got to do your job when you’re supposed to, and do it right. And by golly, you actually did
do your job right.”

Kaylee controlled the urge to laugh. O’Bannon must have really been a dinosaur to use expressions like ‘By golly.’

“
’Did
do.’ Not ‘
still
do.’ You used to do your job flawlessly before. In the past, you always did what was needed. Never mind if you always had your head buried under your cellphone. I always figured that was your business, not mine.”

Kaylee remained silent.

“But recently, you’ve changed. It’s like you’ve lost your focus and it’s affecting your productivity.”

Kaylee didn’t know what to say. What
could
she say? O’Bannon was right. Her work
was
taking a dip and there was no point in denying it.

“I’m sorry sir.” Kaylee mumbled.

O’Bannon looked at Kaylee and she was surprised at the look on his face. He gave her a sympathetic look. It was almost as if the old man was trying to understand her. Then he shook his head and spoke again.

“I know it’s probably none of my business, Watts. And you don’t even need to answer the question. But I really have to ask because you’ve not been performing to your usual standard. So what’s up with the added time on the cellphone anyway?” he asked.

Kaylee couldn’t answer her boss. What could she say? And besides, he was right. It really was none of his business. But she should have also paid more attention to her work. If she did, this awkward moment probably would not have happened.

“It’s nothing sir. I’m sorry. I’ll work better in the coming days. I promise.” she said curtly.

O’Bannon nodded silently.

“Okay. Pay more attention to your work. Your graduation’s coming up. It’s going to be a tough world outside. So go out with a bang.” he said, smiling. Dr. O’Bannon then walked briskly away.

Kaylee wiped a little sweat which was forming on her brow. She still had a mountain of patient reports to type and some tables and figures to balance. This internship thing was tougher than she thought but the old man had just given her a strong reminder to get back to work. And Kaylee really wanted to graduate and soon work for herself. She just couldn’t wait. Kaylee realized it was best that she just keep her nose to the grindstone, after all graduation was coming up.

Kaylee was about to turn to the computer monitor when she heard her phone ping. It was the ping of a message on her social media account.

She read the message and her heart skipped a couple of beats. She tried hard to control the well of emotion that sprung from her, but she couldn’t help it. A single typed message from one of her online friends had sent her world spinning. This would probably result in more trouble with Dr. O’Bannon but Kaylee couldn’t help but feel like a little girl with a schoolyard crush again.

Cole had that kind of effect on her. It was Cole who messaged her.

“My tour’s done. I’m coming home.”

Kaylee smiled to herself. She had heard rumors of this a few weeks back, and kept checking and checking for a message from him for verification. He was rarely online, so it wasn’t usual to see an actual message from him.

‘Just in time for graduation.’ she thought.