Last Chance: Navy SEAL erotic romance (SEALs Crossfire Novella 1) (3 page)

Feeling a bit sleepy, I set my coffee cup down on the end table and curled up on the couch with a soft chenille blanket. The news droned on in the back ground as my eyes slipped shut. The last thing I remember hearing was that the rain was going to last off and on through the week.

***

I woke with a start, disoriented. The house was gloomy and gray, but not dark and the sounds of the rain on the roof had ceased. Unsure of the time, or why I jumped awake I sat up, startled by the large figure sitting in the chair across from the couch. The bulk and width of his shoulders looked familiar, and when I squinted, my eyes still bleary with sleep, I realized it was Jason. I was a lot less surprised to see him this time, and I swung my legs off the edge of the couch to face him.

We just started at one another for a few minutes, my pulse hitching at the darkening of his golden eyes. His gazed raked over my body, taking in my cotton shorts and t-shirt, noticing right away my lack of a bra. I folded my arms over my chest self-consciously, and looked away. The heat of his stare causing me to grow warm and wet between my legs.

Jason stood, and walked to where I sat. He stood in front of me for a moment, not speaking, and a voice in the back of my head told me this was it, he had come to claim me. Part of me was terrified, a man like Jason oozed sex and danger, and I was just a naïve girl from the suburbs. At twenty-seven I had only had two sexual encounters, both of them nothing special, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to live up to his standards. The other part of me jumped for joy that a man as sexy as Jason would want me in his bed.

Jason sat next to me and rested his hand on my thigh, slowly moving it up. I held my breath as his fingers brushed my inner thigh, my sex throbbing and my pulse quickening. I looked down, my hair falling over my face to hide my blush as his hand moved closer to my underwear, sliding under the leg of my shorts. He tilted my chin up.

“Look at me,” He said, fire in his dark golden eyes.

I nodded, my eyes never leaving his as his fingers brushed over the silk of my underwear. I gasped as his fingers pushed them aside and he brushed against the seam of my pussy. One finger slid into my cleft and I moaned.

“God you’re wet,” He breathed.

He slid a second thick digit in, pumping them in and out. I gasped, raising my hips to meet him, the feeling overwhelming me. His thumb moved over my clit, the pressure combined with his pumping fingers made me come, stars bursting behind my eyes. Jason slid his fingers out and I shuddered, feeling bereft. I squirmed closer to him, moving into his lap. It was his turn to moan as I ground my ass against his erection. I turned around, straddling him, and moved my hips. The feel of his jean-clad erection against my clit, which was only clothed in thin cotton and silk, made me whimper with pleasure wanting more. I reached for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head and he grabbed my hands.

“Not here,” He rasped, looking around at the opened blinds with suspicion.

I wasn’t sure what he was afraid of since he was my only next door neighbor but I nodded. Jason picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, giving me a resounding smack on the ass. I whimpered again in pleasure, the slight pressure against my sensitive skin making me squirm with arousal.

Jason tossed me on the bed gently, moving over top of me. His lips met mine urgently, pressing crushing kisses to my mouth and urging my lips apart with his tongue. I sighed, opening my mouth for him. His lips were warm and soft and he tasted like peppermint. Our tongues met, entwining, deepening the kiss. I felt like I was high, a feeling I didn’t have the two other times I had been kissed. Jason’s hand moved over my shirt, pinching my nipple through the thin cotton, I cried out, the pleasure and pain making me arch my back toward him for more. He moved on to the other side, repeating the process and I cried out again, writhing. I wanted him inside of me.

I wrapped my legs around Jason’s waist, trying to pull him to me but he backed up. I frowned, hoping he didn’t change his mind. That was when I realized he was undressing. The sight of his bare chest made me sigh, the muscles rippling as he lifted the shirt from his head. I wanted to touch him and grabbed the waistband of his jeans, pulling him to me. I slid my hands around his strong back, feeling the sinews of his muscles move under my touch. His skin felt warm under my touch and I longed to taste him. I pressed a light kiss to his shoulder and he moaned. I wanted to explore more but was cut short when he pulled away from me again.

Jason grabbed my t-shirt and pulled, ripping the thin material straight down the middle. I gasped, unprepared. He then tugged my shorts down, taking my underwear with them and threw them from the bed.

“Take it off,” He motioned to my shirt.

I acquiesced, throwing what remained of the shirt in the direction of my shorts and underwear. Suddenly I was self-conscious, being fully exposed to him, especially while he was still half dressed. I moved to cover up and clamped my legs together, trying to roll on my side. He softly pulled my arms away from my body and pushed my knees apart so I was lying flat with my legs wide. I blushed form head to foot from being in such an exposed position, worried Jason would think I didn’t measure up.

“You’re beautiful,” Jason muttered, his voice sounding deep.

It was almost as if he read my mind, and my nervousness eased. I waited for him to finish undressing but instead he moved toward me, pushing my legs back and apart further. His head came down in between my thighs and I sat up quickly.

“I can’t, I mean, I’ve never,” I stuttered.

Jason put his hand on my chest and gave me a tender shove back toward the mattress.

“You’ll enjoy it, I promise.” He said, lowering his head.

A new round of nerves assaulted my belly, butterflies bubbling up. Then his tongue connected with my clit and I saw stars. My back arched off the bed and my hips thrust forward, searching for more. I had never felt pleasure like that. Jason moved his tongue in circles, increasing the pressure and then easing up, making me whimper with need.

“Please,” I gasped, not recognizing my own voice.

Jason sucked the tight bundle of nerves until I screamed, dipping his tongue inside of me. The pleasure was just too much and I could feel the pressure building. I climbed higher and higher to ecstasy until finally I climaxed, screaming his name. Jason sat back, staring at me as I lay exhausted and sated on the bed. He stood, removing his jeans and dug in the pocket, pulling out a condom. He shucked his boxer briefs and ripped open the condom.

The sight of him fully erect made my mouth water and I sat up and moved toward him. Before he knew what I was going to do I was on my knees in front of him, my hand wrapped around his cock. I lowered my mouth over the length of him, he was big and I had to ease my lips over him. I began to move, alternating between sucking and licking. He moaned, his hand gently clenching my hair and I sped up, finding a rhythm. Suddenly he tried to pull back.

“Stop, I don’t want to finish like this.”

I pulled back, the taste of his pre-cum still on my tongue and I lie back on the bed. Jason moved over me, settling between my thighs. His cock pressed at the entrance to my pussy. He moved slowly, filling me. I had a sudden twinge as he settled deep inside, he was quite large, but the pain subsided as he began to move. He started off slow, then sped up. I could feel the pressure begin to build again with each thrust. I wrapped my legs high around his waist and clutched his shoulders. He pounded into me and my release struck quickly, my pussy clenching around him, and I screamed his name again. I saw him frown but thought maybe it was because I was too loud. I felt his dick lengthen and he moaned, my name on his lips, as he found his release.

He collapsed on top of me, and moved his mouth close to my ear. I thought he was going to kiss me but he whispered something. He said it so low I had to strain to hear.

“Next time, say my real name when you come. It’s Chance.”

***

I jerked back, confused. I suddenly felt ill, what was he talking about? Did he lie to me about who he was? Where he lived? I stiffened and he pulled back.

“What?” I gasped, struggling to a sitting position.

Jason, er, Chance stood and removed the condom, disposing of it in the trash bin.

“My real name is Chance. Chance McBride.” He stood in front of my bed, his penis still erect and it took all I could muster not to call him back to me.

I dragged the sheet over me, feeling the need to hide from him. “Excuse me?”

Chance must have saw the look of confusion and shock, and probably a little fear, because he moved closer with care, sitting next to me on the edge of the bed. I inched back nervously. It was one thing when I thought I had just had sex with a neighbor I barely knew. I had come to terms with that. But now he was telling me I didn’t know him at all.

“I didn’t, I mean I couldn’t, tell you my real name. I shouldn’t have even now. I’m living under witness protection of sorts.” He rubbed a hand over his face, looking exhausted.

“I don’t understand,” I mumbled.

“I’m not expecting you to. Christ, I wasn’t even supposed to get involved with you.” He said angrily.

I reeled back as if he slapped me, his words stinging. The look in his eye said he didn’t mean it that way, but after all he’d just said, I wasn’t sure what to believe.

“I think maybe you should go,” I said, getting up from the bed, the sheet wrapped securely around me.

“Listen, McKenzie, I didn’t mean…” Chance started.

I shook my head, “I don’t want any more stories, I just want you to leave.”

I grabbed his pants and shirt and shoved them at him, pushing him towards the door. He could have stopped me, he was a lot stronger, but he didn’t. Chance slipped on his jeans, not bothering with his shirt, and started down the stairs. I stood at the top and watched him go. He turned at the front door and looked back at me.

“McKenzie…” He looked pained.

I just looked away, tears pricking my eyes. I didn’t want him to see me cry.

***

Chance burst through his front door like a bull in a china shop, the wood splintering as it came into contact with the closet door handle behind it. He grimaced, but didn’t try to make amends of what he broke. He simply closed the door and locked it. Stomping upstairs, Chance deposited his clothes in the hamper and turned on the shower.

“Dammit!” He screamed, raking his hand through his hair.

Chance knew he had fucked up with McKenzie, in more ways than one. He hadn’t bothered to tell her his real identity so as not to put her in danger. Then he made the asshole mistake of telling her he lied to her right after they had sex. None of that was part of his plan. His plan was to forget about McKenzie, to stay away from her, for her own good. Instead he broke into her house again and seduced her. He could still feel her underneath of him, shuddering as she came and he winced. McKenzie wasn’t like the other girls he had slept with before. She was young, inexperienced and he couldn’t stay away from her.

Chance understood that bringing McKenzie into the fold was a mistake, one that he couldn’t take back. Of course he was also sure she would never speak to him again, and on some level that made his chest ache. He pushed that thought aside and stepped under the shower spray; loathe to wash the smell of her from his body.

He had to do damage control. He stepped from the shower and toweled his body dry, putting on a clean t-shirt and sweats. Grabbing his laptop and moving to the sofa, Chance worked on making things right. Sleep would have to wait tonight. Tonight he had to find a way to make up for hurting McKenzie as well a way to keep her safe.

***

When my alarm went off Monday morning I groaned, I was not in the mood to go to work. Sleep had been fitful for me, memories of what Chance and I had shared flashing through my mind. Regret and hurt assailed me and I think I had only dozed off and on the whole night. Lucky for me, being a teacher, this was my first day back. At the school I taught at the first week was only for teachers to get lesson plans and classrooms ready. Since I taught first grade, and I had been with the school for two years, I didn’t have much to prepare.

I smacked my phone to snooze for a third time, this time managing to send my phone sailing across the room. It landed with a thud against the wall and I cringed. I was not a morning person and six a.m. was a bad time for me. Literally rolling from bed, I practically crawled to retrieve my phone from under the window where it landed. This side of my house faced Chance’s and I had the urge to peak into his window. I almost resisted, almost.

I poked my head up past the lower window pane, scanning to make sure Chance wasn’t in that particular room. I gasped in surprise when I saw Chance walk through the doorway, his gaze traveling to the window. Ducking, I crawled away.

I sighed, wondering why I even cared about a man who lied to me and likely was playing me from the start. Shrugging my shoulders at my own naiveté, I stood and made my way to the bathroom to shower. The first day of school was like a fresh start, and after yesterday it was just what I needed.

***

Twenty minutes later, dressed in black slacks and a silky sleeveless top I made my way into the kitchen. I switched the coffee pot on and grabbed a banana because that was all I could stomach at the moment. Setting my bag and purse down on the kitchen chair I turned to take a coffee mug from the cabinet and froze. Chance was standing in the entryway to my kitchen, wearing faded jeans and white t-shirt that accentuated the lines of his muscular chest. I fought the urge to push back my anger and go to him. I glared at him instead.

“What the hell do you want?” I muttered, ignoring his presence and going about my business.

“I want to apologize…”

I held up my hand, “Don’t bother, it was sex, nothing more. Right?”

His head snapped up from where he was looking at his phone and he met my eyes. I held his stare and I thought I saw regret pass across his face, but it was gone so fast I must have imagined it. “I couldn’t tell you, that’s all I meant. For your safety.” Chance shook his head.