SEAL Of My Heart (20 page)

It was an unwritten rule Timmons would not be left alone until they went overseas. And then someone else’s group would be assigned to watch over the man. No one wanted something to happen to the guy to interfere with his retirement.

Timmons was wearing a new pair of Navy swim trunks, running shoes and a tank top they’d bought for him over at the Commissary.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you in running shoes, Chief.”

“These are cross trainers. No fuckin’ way I’m going to go running,” Timmons answered back.

Amornpan and Sanouk entered through the back door. “Hey, Sanouk?” T.J. asked. “Can we buy him one of those long-sleeved Gunny’s Gym shirts?”

“Nah, fellas, you don’t have to do that,” Timmons protested. “Besides, having a picture of the Popeye character and remembering old Gunny might make me start to cry, and that wouldn’t be very manly of me, would it?”

“What size are you, Mr. Chief?” Amornpan asked. Her pretty eyes were soft and friendly towards Timmons, who turned three shades of pink under the gaze of the still-attractive Thai woman.

“Um,” Timmons stumbled over himself as he scurried for the words he was looking for. “XL I believe, ma’am,” he said with a slight bow.

It touched Tyler to see the man show respect for Gunny’s widow.

She brought the white T-shirt over, unpinned the arms and shoulders and held it up to his chest. She barely came to Timmons’s armpits, her long, hot pink fingernails looking like claws on the exotic creature she was.

“I say this one is perfect, Mr. Chief,” she said in her lovely, singsong voice.

She lay the shirt against Timmons’s torso and walked away. The Chief didn’t seem to know what to do next. He looked at T.J. who was shaking his head.

“You can consider this a gift from Mr. Gunny himself,” Amornpan said with her back turned, face in profile to Timmons, demure and, Tyler would have to say, doe-like.

“Then I thank you, ma’am.”

Tyler and T.J. darted quick looks between them. After Timmons got himself settled and his future was figured out, Tyler wouldn’t be surprised at all if Timmons developed a sudden fondness for gyms, this gym in particular, and the lovely Asian goddess who left her imprint everywhere she went.

Friday couldn’t come
fast enough for Tyler. He boarded the plane from San Diego and in just under two hours touched down at Schulz International Airport. Kate ran to him as soon as he entered the small terminal. He dropped his bag to welcome her exuberant body slam.

His heart was overjoyed. He’d been heavy with worry that she’d have to call him and postpone their get-together, and he’d have to go out of country without being able to see her one more time.

Her lips were urgent. She clung to him with fierce need which was just about the biggest turn-on and something he’d never dared to dream was possible. He felt her need match and melt into his as the sensual sparks flew and his hands smoothed over her satin skin. Her sweet softness and fresh scent, given up to him so willingly, so utterly compliant, made him wish somehow his deployment was over, that this was the homecoming he’d get when he could finally stay for more than two nights.

Two measly nights!
It was all they had left. He wanted to see everything about where she grew up and meet her folks. Even take a good look at her asshole of a former fiancé and let him know that Tyler was the man he’d have to answer to if the guy had any designs on her. Of course he was all in. And, thank the God of SEALs, it looked like she wanted him right there next to her, as tight as they could get.

“Baby, it was way too long. We should just run away,” he nuzzled into the hair at her temple. “We could disappear. Wanna disappear?”

That little giggle as she snuggled under his chin, as her arms came up his back, pulling him into her. Her fingers migrated to comb through the curls above his collar, stroking and squeezing. Her hard pubic bone rode his shaft through his jeans. He pressed her there, aching with need, and then just aching.

“If you weren’t the man I know you to be, Tyler, I’d take you up on it. God, I wish I had a few million stashed away somewhere so we could do that. But we have this.” She stood on tiptoes and placed her succulent lips across his.

“And this is pretty damned good, baby.”

“The best.”

With one arm wrapped tight around her waist, he practically carried her through the glass doors of the terminal to the parking lot beyond, slinging his bag over his left shoulder. Her feet barely touched the floor. She hung onto his shoulders, using her right thigh to gently balance against his hipbone as he walked. She wasn’t light, but he’d carry her all the way to San Francisco if she’d let him. And heck, he and his buddies had carried telephone poles up and down the goddamned beach at a full run in combat boots without hardly breaking a sweat.

She’d started to get out her keys and he swiped them, giving her another kiss when she showed that fresh smile again. He stowed his bag in the hatch, and they drove toward the freeway, heading north.

He found the little town of Healdsburg to be charming, reminding him of some of the villages in the south of France or New England where shops surrounded a town square complete with a lawn, gazebo and park benches. The square was a gathering place, and he noted the foot traffic was so thick that maneuvering the car to make a right turn as she had instructed was tricky.

They drove down a wide street with grand houses, most of them early California or large bungalow-style. At a light green mansion, she told him to turn right and pointed around the corner to the back of the property, where he spotted a lemon yellow cottage.

“Nice, Kate. Love it.”

“Thank you,” she said bashfully. He could see she was thinking about what they’d be doing just as soon as he got them properly naked. He liked that she was shy, that her cheeks had that just-kissed blush on her fair, peachy skin. She stole little glances at him which set his insides on fire. He’d never wanted a woman more.

She slipped out of the car before he could get to her side, and they practically raced to the front door. His hands were all over her backside, and she dropped her keys twice and feigned at swatting his hands down so she could concentrate and get them inside.

Her cottage looked just like he thought it would. Colorful posters and canvas prints adorned the walls, giving it a cheery, bright atmosphere without looking cluttered. She had an antique patchwork quilt on her full-sized bed, which was the only disappointment for him. But it also meant that she wouldn’t be able to get away from him all night long.

She dropped her purse and kicked off her shoes before he could get his off. Her cotton top and mid-calf jeans were next to go. He had to work to keep up with her. She won because she wasn’t wearing a bra.

She dove under the covers and he followed. Her cotton sheets smelled glorious and felt cool, emphasizing the warmth of her body as she slid into him, kissing him everywhere. She held his thigh between hers, pushing him back into the pillows that smelled of Kate, against the headboard, riding him, leaning forward to moan into his mouth as his hands smoothed over the velvet skin of her ass. She kissed him under his ear, under his chin, between his pecs, and was going to go down on him, but he chuckled, not letting her get there by holding her arm.

“Na-ah, Kate. This time we do it my way.”

“What do you mean?” She crawled up his body, pinning his shoulders with her knees and treating him to a good taste of her nipples. She ground down on his chest with her sex, holding onto the headboard with one hand, then leaned back and gasped like a six-year-old riding her favorite merry-go-round horse. But he wasn’t inside yet. She was writhing and holding her breasts, watching him with her eyes flashing fire, begging him to lose control. “Is this what you like?” she asked as she again pressed her puckered pussy over his left nipple and rubbed.

“We do all this and it’ll be over soon, and then I’ll have to rest a bit, sweetheart.”

She stopped, her arms and palms covering her full breasts, hiding her beauty, those pink tips of her nipples, from his gaze. With one hand cupping the back of her head, he gripped her scalp, bringing her face to his lips. He plunged his tongue deep, then swiftly pushed her long, beautiful curls away from her ear, kissed her, and said, “I want to fuck you slow, Kate. Make it last. Baby. I need to feel you come under me.”

He bit her earlobe and she hissed, pressing harder so he could bite her again.

“Let’s slow down, baby,” he said, squeezing her breasts before finding a hiding place between her legs. She laid her sex on his palm and undulated, making love to his fingers. One by one he penetrated her wet lips as he began to feel her shudder.

Kate wasn’t going to go slow, which meant he had to work harder to help her reach the crescendo he wanted her to feel. Having her shatter beneath him, calling his name, became the most important thing in the world.

He flipped her on her back with a fluid, cat-like movement. Her hands slid up the sheets, diving under the pillows to grip the bars of her headboard. He pulled aside one soft pillow, placing it under her rear to raise her pelvis up.

“Taste me, Tyler,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “No.”

“Pleeeease,” she whined. “God, I need you.”

“Slow down and I’ll do it all to you, baby. And I’ll make it last all night, sweetheart.”

She turned her head to the side and moaned into the pillow. He pressed one thumb on her nub and she gasped.

“Not fair, Tyler.”

“Shhh, baby. Slow, baby.” With deliberate figure eights, he thumbed over her nub, bending to tweak the little organ with the tip of his tongue. She tried to raise her hips, to push her pussy into his mouth, but he smiled and pulled back. “Slow, Kate. We take it slow, like this.” He rimmed her opening with his forefinger and she tilted her pelvis up towards him again. She rolled to the side and held his hand between her legs and undulated slowly back and forth, making love to his fingers again.

“Yes, baby.”

“Need you inside me, Tyler.”

Her body in profile, moving back and forth, burying his hand in her soft moist juncture, was a beautiful thing. He smoothed his hand against her ass cheek, gently following the cleft, tracing a line he kissed from her anus to her channel. Pushing the firm flesh of her cheek back, he exposed her sex, the red swollen lips that called to him. He bent and explored the slit with his tongue, sucking on her nub before lifting his head to look at her.

She was trying to make the fingers of his other hand impale her again, but he slid his arm up her torso, between her breasts, reaching around her delicate neck to grip the hair at the back of her neck and whispered, “Slowly, my sweet. Please, Kate, I’m begging you.”

She wasn’t listening. Her moans fought against his resolve. She was ravenous to be satisfied, and Tyler was slowly losing his ability to keep from spilling. He quickly slipped on a condom and rooted himself along her cleft, pushing hard against her from behind, sliding underneath until he was poised at her opening. She angled her pelvis, spreading her underside wider until just his head entered her body.

She arched and inhaled, pushing her whole body against his cock, forcing it inside her deep. “Yessss, Tyler.”

So much for being slow. The sight of her quivering beneath him spurred him on. He forced himself in from behind, so deep she made guttural groans of pleasure. Careful and slow at first, his deep penetrations became more urgent and finally he was pumping her hard, spreading her ass cheeks open so he could slip under for deeper penetration.

He felt her internal muscles clamp down on him. She was tight as she milked him. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “You like that baby? You like fucking me, baby?”

“God, Tyler. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

He stopped holding back, thrust several times and held himself inside her to the hilt. She seemed to flex and then soften against him as she allowed him to penetrate deeper than he’d ever been before. He felt his seed spurt inside the condom buried deep inside her while she shuddered and groaned. He bunched up her lips with his left hand, turning her head slightly to let her have her way with his tongue, which he plunged deep, just as he rode her deep, forcing his hips against her and then releasing.

She wanted to turn, so he moved her left leg in front of him and looped her knee over his shoulder. At an angle he fucked her, which gave him a whole new sensation. She felt it too, as she gasped, her insides vibrating against him. Her hands flew to his shoulders, up his neck to cup his cheeks. “No other place in this earth I’d rather be right now, Tyler. Here. Here is where I belong. Here is where you belong.”

“Yes, baby.” Her arousal was building again, slowly rising in tandem with his own. Suddenly she broke, pulling him tight against her chest and then pushing him away to arch back, pushing him deeper inside her. He held her, restrained her movements, while she struggled to no avail. The harder she struggled the more she came, the harder he held her, and the more he spilled.

At last he watched her arms flop back onto the mattress, sweat covering her body, which glistened through the filtered glow of the bedroom curtains. Her perfect breasts were wet, sweat streaking down between them as her torso rose and fell with her heavy breathing. One of her hands made its way back to his mouth where she traced his lips with her forefinger, allowing him to draw it into his mouth and suck on it.

He measured his breathing to coincide with hers in perfect tandem. When she moved, he altered his angle of penetration, keeping himself fully seated in case round two came soon.

But as he suspected, she wanted to snuggle into the space under his chin, leaning into his chest with his arms about her waist. Her left thigh was riding his hipbone. His hands cupped her ass cheeks and pressed them into his groin.

She was perfect for him. Everything about her was perfect. Her hair splayed all over the bed was perfect. Her perfect mouth and white teeth smiled at him as her eyes danced a seven-veil dance with the promise of future liaisons. Her flawless, smooth, porcelain-white skin rubbed against his tough warrior flesh, and he felt as though all the bumps and scars of battle were being lovingly rubbed off him forever.