Second Chance SEAL: A Bad Boy Military Romance (25 page)

Slowly I felt his fingers press deep inside me. I gasped, breaking off the kiss, as he began to slowly slide his fingers in and out, fucking me. He grinned at me, pressing his fingers deeper, working them around me, and I couldn’t stop the moans from escaping my mouth.

“That’s right, girl,” he whispered. “Moan my name. I want to hear you say it.”

“Travis,” I groaned, not able to stop myself. I couldn’t believe how much control he had over my body as he worked me with his fingers, pressing deep inside me and slowly sliding out.

I felt him work back onto my clit, sliding his fingers along me. I kissed his lips, hungry for him, grinding my hips against him. He worked me as I kissed him harder, harder, getting deeper into it.

Suddenly he pulled back. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him. I straddled his lap and kissed him hard. He pulled my shirt off, tossing it aside, and then pulled my hair gently, tipping my chin back. He kissed my neck and felt my breasts with his free hand before undoing my bra. He slid that off and tossed it aside as well.

He kissed me hard then, his hands roaming my body freely. I wasn’t used to moving so fast with a man, but I couldn’t stop myself with Travis. There was something so powerful, and I felt it bubbling up to the surface from underneath me. I began to slowly work my hips against him, needing it, desperate for that contact.

He kissed my neck again, his hands teasing my breasts. “Fuck your body is perfect,” he said. “Your fucking pussy is tight as hell, and these tits are incredible.”

“You don’t need to compliment me anymore,” I said, smiling. “I’m already topless.”

“At this point, I just need you to know what you fucking do to me.” He took my hand and slowly guided it down. He placed it on his cock and I bit my lip. He was hard as hell.

“This is what I do?” I asked, slowly sliding my hand along his length.

“God damn right it is,” he grunted. “You get me hard as fuck. Look at you, Hartley. My cock can’t lie.”

I bit my lip and then stood up. He moved to get up, but I pushed him back down, dropping to my knees in front of him. His eyes were all fire and intensity as I unbuckled his belt, sliding it out, and then unbuttoned his pants. I slowly took them off him, sliding them away.

He sat there, his big, thick cock straining against his boxer briefs. I looked up at him, teasing him just a little bit, as I slowly slid off his underwear.

His cock was big and hard, standing straight and thick. I tried not to marvel at it too much, but I couldn’t help myself. I slowly slid my hand up along his length, biting my lip.

“You’re staring like you just won a prize,” he said.

“Maybe I did.”

He grinned at me. “You have no idea.”

I slowly licked him from base to tip before taking him into my mouth. I could barely fit him as I began to suck his tip, my tongue rolling around. He groaned as I jerked his thick shaft off, sucking his tip, using my spit to slide along his skin.

“There’s nothing better in this world than a fucking pretty girl sucking cock,” he said. “And Hartley, you have to be the fucking prettiest.”

I continued to work him, sucking his tip and jerking him off. He groaned, loving it, and that only made me even more wet. He pressed my head down slightly and I let him, sliding his cock into my throat, amazed at how much of him I could take, and amazed that there was even more left.

“Oh fucking shit, Hartley,” he said. “Suck that fucking cock, girl.”

I worked him, letting him fuck my mouth, sliding his big dick down my throat. I moaned, not able to help myself, losing it completely. I loved a man that took control, that made me suck his dick the way he wanted it and wasn’t afraid to tell me what he needed. Travis wasn’t shy about pushing his thick cock down my throat, and that only excited me more.

I pulled his cock out and took a deep breath, jerking him off and looking up at him.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and kissed me hard. “You have no clue what that does to me,” he said after the kiss was done. “Those tits, you jerking this cock. Fuck. I can’t take this shit anymore. I have to feel that cunt wrapped around my big cock.”

He stood up, pulling me up with him. He undressed me fast and easily, sliding my jeans down over my ass and kissing my skin as he went. He tossed my pants aside, went down on his knees in front of me, and grabbed my ass. He pulled me against him, spreading my legs.

I was surprised to feel his mouth and tongue begin to work my pussy. He began to suck and lick my clit, kneeling down in front of me. I laced my fingers through his thick hair, pleasure rolling through my body. He supported me, holding my ass as his tongue worked me. He sucked and licked me, working in circles around my clit, eating every inch of me.

I felt his tongue press inside me and I gasped. His tongue fucked my pussy, pressing deep inside me. I began to roll my hips, grinding down against his face as he ate me, his mouth starving and hungry for more.

“I can suck this clit all fucking day,” he said finally, standing. I was panting and staring at him, pleasure and need rocking through me. “Absolutely fucking delicious.”

I grabbed his shirt and tore it off him. I ran my fingers down his defined chest while he grinned at me. I traced the lines of the many tattoos he had all over him and felt the scars dotting his skin.

“You have a lot of scars,” I said.

“I told you, I’ve been shot at a lot.”

“You never said the bullets hit you.”

He grinned, tipping my chin up. “You never asked.”

He kissed me again, hard, and I felt his hands beginning to work my pussy again. He pressed his fingers deep inside me, and I let him take me, let him do whatever he wanted.

He worked me within an inch of ecstasy, and I couldn’t think at all. Suddenly he pushed me back, turning me, spreading my legs.

“Stay like that,” he commanded.

I put my hands on the back of the couch and looked over my shoulder. He grabbed his jeans, pulled a condom from his wallet, and tore open the wrapper.

I stared back at him, feeling so fucking exposed, and that felt so incredible. I wanted him to look at me, to look at my dripping pussy. He rolled the condom over his cock and grabbed my hips, pulling me against him.

I gasped, an explosion of pleasure and pain, as he sank his cock deep between my legs.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, grasping the couch hard. “Holy shit, Travis.”

“That’s right,” he grunted in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I love feeling this cock spread you wide open.”

He slowly began to slide in and out. I couldn’t believe the way his cock filled me, filled every inch of me. I was dripping wet and he easily slid deep inside me.

“Fuck, Hartley. You’re like a fucking vice on this cock,” he said.

I reached back and pulled him down toward me, kissing him. He began to rock back and forth, pushing deeper and harder inside me. I pulled away from the kiss, unable to stop my moans as he began to thrust.

This was what I wanted, what I’d needed and been building toward. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted him to take my body, to fuck me deep and rough and fill my every inch. I rocked my hips back, rolling along his length, taking that big cock. He fucked me deep and hard, his body rough against mine. Sweat was rolling down our bodies freely, and that didn’t matter to me.

The only thing was him fucking me deep. That was all I needed, the only thing in the world for me in that moment. I began to roll my hips back against his big dick, taking him deep inside me, letting him fuck me rough.

The man was hard and rough as he began to thrust inside me, fucking me savagely. I moaned loudly, bucking my hips back against him, rolling my ass and taking that cock. I wanted him so badly, wanted to feel the coarse stubble on his chin, hear his grunts of pleasure mingle with my moans of desire.

Just then, he pulled his hips back. I felt him grab me and turn me around, spinning us both. He sat down on the couch and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his hips again and he slowly guided my hips downward, pressing his cock deep inside me.

I gasped, kissing his lips hard. He held my ass as I slowly slid up along his shaft and back down again, taking his every inch. I could tell I was close, so deliciously close, and I needed it.

“I love seeing that body sweat,” he whispered in my ear as I began to ride him faster, sliding up and down his thick cock, taking him deep inside me. “I love the way you moan, the way you take this cock.”

“I’m so close,” I moaned. “Travis, I’m so close.”

“You want to come for me?” he asked. “You want to come on this big cock?”

“Please,” I begged.

“Ride that dick, girl. Ride my fucking cock.”

I worked my hips, rolling faster and faster. “Fuck, Travis.”

“Come on, girl, ride that fucking cock.”

He grabbed my hips, helping me rock and roll my hips, his cock deep inside me. I moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure rock through my skin, every inch of me on fire.

He pressed his hips against mine, working with me. We moved like that, perfectly in sync, my body on fire with pleasure. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear. “Come for me,” he said. “You dirty fucking girl.”

That did it for me. That tipped me over the edge. I could feel the orgasm burst out from my body and completely overwhelm me, rolling through my skin. I tipped my head back, moaning with abandon, completely mindless.

There was only the intense pleasure rocketing through my skin, taking me somewhere else.

“Fuck,” I heard him grunt. “Oh fuck, Hartley.” I felt him grab my hips and fuck me harder, harder.

His whole body stiffened and groaned, and I knew he was coming inside me. That only intensified my orgasm, as my whole body shook and trembled. He held my hips, keeping his cock deep inside me as he came, our orgasms coming together, mixing, and driving me way over the edge.

And slowly, so fucking slowly, we came back down together. Once it was over, he held me, his cock still inside me, our bodies drenched in sweat.

“Shit,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever come like that.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

He laughed and kissed my lips gently. I kissed him back before slowly standing up, my knees weak.

“Shit,” I said, and collapsed onto the couch next to him.

“Agreed.” He took the condom off and wrapped it in a napkin before throwing it out. I couldn’t help but admire his body as he moved.

The sun had set, though I wasn’t sure when. It was completely dark out, and I couldn’t believe so much time had passed. It felt like all of that had gone down in the blink of an eye, but it had to have been longer than that.

“Come here,” he said, sitting down and pulling me against him.

We lay there on the couch together, breathing in deeply, enjoying the heady rush of the orgasm.

This was not part of the plan, but I felt too good to worry about it. Maybe it might make things harder in the future, but right now, wrapped in his arms, I felt right. I felt like I could forget about the things I couldn’t change and focus on fixing the things I could.

And I’d do that with him.

I
woke
up the next morning on the couch, my head still buzzing with Hartley’s body.

After everything went down between us, and I finally got a taste of that pussy, she retreated into her room like she was scared of getting too close. Which was fine with me, but the damn girl was so hot and cold. One second she couldn’t get enough, and the next she was running off like I had the plague.

Didn’t matter, though. We had a job to do and that was all that mattered. I got up off the couch, stretched, and headed into the kitchen. I made some coffee and waited for her to get up.

I didn’t have to wait long. Almost as if summoned by the deep, dark smell of the coffee, she stumbled out of her room with her hair up in a messy bun, looking sexy as fuck. I wanted to strip those short little shorts from her tight ass and taste her skin again, but I held back. We had work to do.

“Morning,” I grunted.

“Morning.” She poured herself some coffee. “You sleep okay last night?”

“I always sleep like a baby after a fucking like that.”

She blushed. “That’s good to hear.”

“Look at you,” I said, laughing. “We can’t talk about how you came nice and hard on my big cock last night?”

“We can,” she said. “I just didn’t know we needed to.”

“I can’t help but talk about that body some more.” I grinned at her, stepping close. “I mean, fuck, look at you. You’re practically still begging for it.”

“Maybe not,” she said, stepping away from me and heading back toward her room.

“Don’t run off and hide,” I said. “We have some work to do today.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Work?”

“Hell yeah. Remember that job we have to do?”

“How could I forget.”

I smirked at her. “Got any interest in riding some ATVs?”

She raised an eyebrow. “I thought we had work to do?”

I laughed. “This is work. You ever been on one before?”

“I lived on a farm, Travis. I know how to ride.”

“Good,” I said, my grin getting bigger. “Go get dressed. We got a date with some four-wheelers.”

She gave me a look and then disappeared back into her bedroom.

I knocked back my coffee and then got in the shower. We needed to stop back at the hotel room and grab the rest of my things, but that could wait.

I needed to see this girl ride again. If not my cock, then at least some big, powerful four-wheelers.

As the warm water washed down my skin, I smiled to myself. Today was going to be a fun fucking day.

* * *

T
he Caldwell family
ran a little ATV tour company called Spirited Tours out in the hills out of their compound. It wasn’t a long ride out there, with just a short stop back at my hotel room to grab the rest of my stuff.

Hartley didn’t say much on the way out there, though she did eye my bag like she thought it was going to grow wings. She wasn’t exactly trying to hide her displeasure at me staying on her couch, but it didn’t matter.

I was doing this to save her ass. It didn’t matter if she was happy about the particulars, so long as she continued breathing during and after our time together. And if she wanted to press that pretty body up against mine and let me make her sweat, well, that was fine with me. I was more than happy, and practically always hard for her. But I wasn’t playing any games, not with so much at stake.

We pulled up outside the Caldwell family compound in the late morning. There were a few other cars parked in the lot, and I pulled in next to a little minivan.

We climbed out of the car. “How’s this place stay in business?” Hartley asked me.

“Low overhead,” I said. “And they’re not really making much on these tours. It’s mostly a front, I’d wager.”

“Still. Why do people come out here?”

I shrugged. “It’s an old mining area. Rich folks from down the hills want to ride around and see the country, get their eyes on some mine shafts, feel like they’re living the real backwoods life.”

“And the Caldwells are okay with that?”

“What do they care? Money is money, and letting some idiots ride around on ATVs isn’t hurting anyone.”

“You realize that we’ll be those idiots soon?” she asked.

I laughed. “Yeah, true. Let’s hope that’s all they think about us.”

I headed up the short walk and pushed open the main building’s door. Hartley followed me, and I held the door open like a true gentleman. She gave me a look but said nothing as I grinned at her.

“Can I help you folks?”

I recognized him immediately, though we’d never met before. The guy standing behind the front desk and wearing a Spirited Tours T-shirt was definitely one of Janey’s brothers, but I couldn’t recall which one.

I held out my hand for him. “I’m Travis. This is Hartley.”

“Travis, nice to meet you. I’m Brock.” We shook hands and he smiled at me, his teeth white and straight.

Brock was the youngest of the brothers, though still older than Janey. He was tall and broad with a dark beard and dark hair. Hartley shook his hand next.

“We’re looking to get a tour,” I said.

“Okay, great. You’re just in time, actually. We have a little group getting ready to head out now.”

“Perfect,” I said. “What’s the deal?”

“Sixty bucks for the two of you, though I’ll knock it down to fifty, say, since you’re squeezing in with this group.”

“Sounds great.” I got out my wallet and paid the man.

“Right this way.”

I smiled at Hartley as Brock led us toward the back door.

“How’s this tour going to help us again?” she whispered.

“It’s going to help us have some fun.”

She looked like she wanted to say more, but we passed through the back door and headed over toward a group of people getting some instructions on how to ride the ATVs.

“You know how to use this?” Brock asked me, pointing the two of us to our vehicles.

“Sure do,” I said. “Used to ride all the time as a kid.”

“And you?” he asked Hartley.

“Same,” she said. “Grew up on a farm.”

“Oh really? Where at?”

“Out west,” she said, keeping it vague.

“Well okay then. These here are yours. Wear the helmets at all times and listen to your group leader. That’s my oldest brother, King.”

“Thanks,” Hartley said as Brock waved and headed off.

We got onto our ATVs and joined up with the group. King looked just like his younger brother, but thinner and shorter. He was going on about keeping to the trail, about safety and such, which gave me ample time to look at my surroundings.

The compound was actually pretty straightforward. We’d come in through the front building. There was another building to the left, a large and simple thing, probably some sort of storage barn for the bikes. To our back were a few more outhouses, smaller storage buildings, and a few little covered, open-air areas where they parked the ATVs.

Out to our right were a few more buildings, residential-looking places, and a little paddock with two old horses grazing. All in all, the compound was pretty big, but not unreasonably huge. I’d never been up this way before, and the landscape was pretty gorgeous. A path wound its way forward into the woods and probably deeper into the hills. I knew the mining companies used to work back here, and I was betting that the Caldwells knew every inch of those mines like the back of their collective fucking hand.

Which was good and bad. There were probably mountains of bodies down there, dropped dead from the mining operations, but also dropped to their death from the Caldwells’ operations. The stolen shit could easily be hidden in any one of the compound’s many outhouses, or it could be safely stashed back in the mines.

This was just a preliminary operation, but I could already tell that there were going to be more problems than anticipated.

“You all ready?” King called out.

The tourists revved their engines, clearly eager to get going. There was a family of four, a younger couple, two older couples, and a group of older women, clearly friends. They looked about what I expected: well-to-do with soft hands and a desire to pretend to rough it for a few hours.

The herd slowly moved out, following behind King. I grinned at Hartley.

“Bet you can’t keep up,” I said.

She laughed. “We’re not supposed to ride out of line,” she said.

“You listened to that shit?”

“Nothing else to do.”

“Look at you, following the rules.” I revved my engine. “See you later then, loser.”

I peeled out and fell into line right behind the three older women. We went pretty slow, pulling out away from the compound and into the woods, following a well-worn and wide trail.

Hartley pulled in a few people back, behind the family of four. I glanced back and saw the annoyed expression on her face as the young boy swerved from side to side, blocking her from getting around. I laughed and spun my wheels again, kicking dirt up into the air.

The group moved north along the trail. I had to admit that the damn hill country was beautiful even though it was deadly and dotted with mines. Back before the companies moved in and started tearing up the earth, the hill country was an ideal place to live. Plenty of space, fresh air, deep woods, fresh rivers, wild game and more, it had everything you needed to survive out in the wilderness. That was why Knoxville was founded to begin with. Settlers found the hill country and they never wanted to look back.

These days, though, there weren’t many places left undeveloped and wild. The forest around the Caldwells’ was probably the cleanest and the best land in the area, but only because of the mine shafts. Most folks didn’t want to venture out into the wilderness for fear of dropping into one, which was good for the Caldwells. They probably liked to reinforce those feelings. That way they had the land to themselves, plus all the tourist dollars from the ATV tours.

We came around a bend and suddenly I heard an ATV engine rev. The sound of tires tearing through dirt was followed by a shout of surprise from that family’s mother.

Hartley tore up the path, pushing through underbrush, and blew by me. She glanced back and flipped me off as she shot past the older women, kicking up dirt and spraying them down with mud.

I laughed loudly and hit my own engine, tearing up after her. I blasted past the women, and they were clearly pissed about Hartley’s mud shower. The path narrowed up ahead, and Hartley was forced to slow down and get back in line. I fell in behind her, laughing loudly.

“Didn’t think you had it in you, Hartley,” I called out.

“You just try and keep up,” she said. “Doesn’t matter if you’re a SEAL out here, you know.”

I laughed again, feeling a thrill run through me. I loved the wild way she laughed and grinned at me, and I was impressed by the way she rode. There was a confidence and a strength inside her that maybe she didn’t show often enough. She was a farm girl and seemed to know her way around the wilderness.

The group moved down the path and suddenly entered into a clearing. King stopped and killed his engine as the rest of us gathered up around him.

“Well now,” he said, “this is the first mine shaft. It’s an old one, probably an original, dug into these hills back in the eighteen hundreds.”

“Where is it?” one of the older women called out. I ignored the dirty looks they were giving Hartley and me.

“Right here.” King pointed to a patch of ground, overgrown. “Doesn’t look like much, but everyone get off your ATVs and come on over.”

The group killed their engines and walked over. The ground next to King looked normal right up until we were on top of him. Suddenly, in the underbrush, a hole into blackness opened up.

“Wow,” the young boy said. “How deep is that?”

“Who knows,” King said. “Truthfully, it’s not all that deep.”

“Have you been down there?” I asked him.

“Once, as a boy. It’s dangerous though. These old mine shafts are liable to collapse at any second, plus who knows what kind of gasses are in there.”

“What about the newer shafts?” I asked him. “Get into those?”

He grinned at me. “Sure, but we’re not supposed to. The safe ones are mostly still active, actually.” King grabbed a rock and dropped it down into the hole. The rock disappeared, and I never heard it hit the bottom.

“Seems deep to me,” one of the older women said.

“Oh, it’s deep, but relatively speaking it’s not that bad. A couple hundred feet, maybe, if I had to guess.”

I whistled and the group laughed. Hartley smiled at me.

“Okay, back on the road,” King said, and the group got back onto their ATVs.

As we pulled out back into line, I managed to swerve around Hartley, laughing as I went. That earned me a look from King, but at least I was ahead of Hartley in line.

The rest of the tour went about as I expected. As we got deeper into the hills, we couldn’t chase each other around as much and were forced to stay in line for the most part. King showed us more mine shafts, some active and some long abandoned. He told ghost stories about the area, pointed out local wild life, and at one point let us ride around in a muddy, swamp-like area, getting everyone absolutely covered in dirt.