Taken By The Navy Seal (Part 2) (Owned By The Navy Seal) (4 page)

Rubbing
his nose against her neck, Jared bit down hard. The sudden shift in sensation
was enough to set Rita off as she screamed out his name. Meeting him thrust for
thrust, Rita clutched him tightly as she rode out orgasm after orgasm. As her
tremors would lessen, Jared would pick up the pace again, which would trigger
another orgasm. As another toe-curling orgasm swept through her, Jared called
out her name as he hugged her tightly to him. His orgasm almost sent them both
to the floor, but he had managed to maintain his feet as he leaned heavily
against the desk. As he emptied himself into the condom, Rita continued to
spasm around him, which effectively milked him dry. Unable to stand any longer,
Jared walked backwards toward the couch, taking Rita with him. Dropping down,
he stayed inside Rita, holding her tight. Kissing her face, he smiled as she
continued to make small pleasure noises.

Hugging
him tightly, Rita buried her head in his neck. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. Jared didn’t
respond, but continued to stroke her back. Sighing, “Jared, I’m really sorry
for avoiding you. There are things that we will need to discuss, but for now,
I’m sorry for being such an ass.”

“Ok,”
was Jared’s only reply. He knew that there was something going on, but he
didn’t think she was ready to talk about it. He was simply glad that she
acknowledged it. Rocking her gently, he asked, “Hungry?”

Chuckling,
Rita nodded, “Yes, I am.”

“Good,
let’s order in, I don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

Work
was crazy over the next few weeks. An accidental discovery of wood rot lead to
huge problems with the foundation, which had to be resolved before the floors
could be put in. Rita had been anxiously awaiting results of the lead and
asbestos tests, which meant no work could continue until those came back. Staring
at the big hole in the kitchen floor and lack of bathrooms, Rita re-ran the
numbers in her head. In order to complete everything the Nuñez family needed,
as well as meet all the city’s health and safety requirements, Rita would have
to find another $25,000 and she didn’t want to take it from the general budget.
She prided herself on making sure no family was short-changed and she didn’t
want to start now. As soon as she got back to her office, she would call around
to all the home improvement and discount stores to see if their donation
coordinators had any funds or supplies to spare. She had lucked out with a
local department store, as they agreed to donate the appliances as well as a
couple of laptops, which she was looking forward to surprising the family with.
But if the tests came back positive, the additional costs for abatement and the
time lost would affect everyone.

As
she headed back to her office, conveniently parked on the property, Rita
reached for her phone. She had left a message for her boss, Travis, with an update
and she hoped that he might have some fundraising ideas. Travis had spent most
of his adult life working for nonprofits and he had one of the longest contact
lists out there. If he couldn’t come up with any ideas, she wasn’t sure what
she would do. Checking her voicemail, she was relieved to hear from Travis. He
was sending over a reporter from the local newspaper to interview several
members of the team and he was planning a cocktail party with a silent auction.
He hoped that between the two, other avenues might open up and they would not
only get the funds they needed to finish this project, but enable them to take
on additional projects for other needy families. The reporter would come to the
job site next Monday and Rita hoped that they would have the green light to
continue working by then.

As
Rita closed up the office for the night, she texted Jared, Brian and the
relevant section heads to be at the site late Friday morning for a planning
meeting. She hoped she would have good news for them by then. At the very
least, she could fill them in on the upcoming interviews. Since Rita didn’t
have a chance to see or speak with Jared since that afternoon in the office,
she was looking forward to seeing him. In the meantime, she had enough time to
get home and shower before she went out tonight.

Rita
adored Keanie. At 5 foot 1, Keanie was a force to be reckoned with. Orphaned at
a young age, she lost both her parents and many of her siblings in a small
plane crash. Raised by a poor grandmother in Haiti, Keanie spent her days
running on the beach with her cousins. As she got older, she realized what
poverty was and found a position as an au pair with a wealthy couple in Las
Vegas. She had little financial needs as the family took care of everything so
she sent the majority of her money home to help out the family. Thanks to her,
her cousins were able to rebuild her grandmother’s home and for the first time
since her grandfather died, her grandmother didn’t have to skip meals. Learning
to speak English from watching children’s shows, Keanie quickly developed a
taste for country music, which only enhanced her eclectic English lessons. When
Keanie’s husband called her to ask for a favor, Rita didn’t hesitate to agree,
although she found herself regretting it, but Chad was desperate. He had hurt his
back playing golf, and his wife had tickets to see Rascal Flatts in San Diego and
he couldn’t go. While his sister had volunteered to chaperone, Chad knew that
doing so might mean another detainment by concert security. Keanie was a rabid
country music fan with a knack for running into her favorite performers. On
more than one occasion, security had to peel her off a performer that she
latched onto as she hugged him fiercely. While normally, Chad’s sister could be
counted on, when it came to Keanie’s fascination with country music artists,
she encouraged it, often finding ways to sneak her around security lines and
holding the camera while she went in for a hug.

Donning
her cowboy hat, a gift from Chad, Rita looked at herself in the mirror. While
not a huge fan of country music, Rita did enjoy the occasional song and she
loved spending time with her friend. Grabbing her bag, she went to go meet her
friend.

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As
the women were seated for dinner, Keanie ordered Mango Mojitos for the both of
them. Quirking up an eyebrow, Rita looked at her. “What happened to Lemon
Drops?”

“I
tried these a few weeks ago and loved them. I hope they’re as good here as they
were at the Teppan House.” Looking around the restaurant, “I think you’ll like
this place. Sometimes the concert performers come in here to eat. It’s a good
time to get a picture,” said Keanie as she continued to scan the restaurant.
“But that’s usually after the show. Maybe we can come here after the concert
for dessert.”

Shrugging,
Rita replied, “I’m under orders from Chad to keep you out of trouble. So long
as we can do that, coffee and dessert sounds good.”

Clapping
her hands gleefully, Keanie set the menu aside while they waited for their
drinks. “So what you been up to, girl friend?”

“Not
much,” replied Rita. “Work mostly. We have a large project that we are working
on, a duplex, that’s taking up more time than anticipated. We’ve had issues
with mold, dry rot and now, maybe asbestos. Hoping to have the test results and
structural issues resolved this week so we can get back to the remodel.”

As
the waiter brought them their drinks, Keanie took a quick sip. “Oh yea,” she
crooned. “Mighty tasty.” Laughing, Rita tasted hers.

“Not
bad.”

“Not
bad? Girl, you need to get out and have some fun.” As Rita choked on her drink,
Keanie narrowed her eyes at her. “Unless you already are.” At the guilty
expression on Rita’s face, Keanie turned her full focus toward her. “Spill it.”

“Um,
well, you know that guy…”

“The
one from the dressing room?” interrupted Keanie. “You saw him again? Where?
When? OMG! OMG!”

Laughing,
Rita replied. “One, I can’t believe you actually said, O M G. Twice. Two, he
sort of works for me.”

“What?”

Nodding,
“Yea, my volunteer coordinator brought him on as the general contractor on the
project. He’s actually really good and the organization is talking about hiring
him to handle all the GC duties for all our projects.”

“Yea,
yea,” said Keanie, waving her hand at her friend. “What. Else.” Blushing
profusely, Rita started to stammer, but Keanie interrupted her. “I knew you
looked different. All glowy and stuff.”

“Glowy?”

“Yessssss,
glowy. You know, like you been getting you some.”

“Where
are you picking this language up from?”

“My
charges. I have two teenagers now, boy and girl; a 10 year old girl and a
toddler. I’ve also started swearing.”

“No,
you haven’t.”

“Fuck
yea!”

“What
does Chad say?”

“He
thinks it’s funny. He told Tuck that he figured most people couldn’t understand
what I was saying, so he didn’t see any point in worrying about it.” At the
mention of her, ex-husband, Rita flinched. Grabbing her hand, Keanie squeezed.
“Hey, I’m sorry. You know those two are still friends. If you want, I’ll tell
Chad he can’t come over anymore.”

“I
appreciate that, but it’s ok. I’m moving on. I’m sure he has too.”

“Nope,
he hasn’t. He still has it hard for you.”

As
Rita shivered, she took another sip of her mojito. It really wasn’t bad, but
she couldn’t taste anything at the moment. Mention of her ex-husband had soured
her. Their relationship wasn’t always rocky. In the beginning, he was a
gentleman and so unbelievably polite. He was smart, funny and Rita quickly fell
under his spell. She should have realized that something wasn’t right when he
decided to go through her emails and got upset over some emails he found from
an ex-boyfriend. Quick to accuse her of cheating, Rita calmly pointed out that
their last contact with each other had been three years before she and Tucker
met, but the argument continued. Why did she still have the emails? Did she
still have feelings for him? Why hadn’t she moved on? Rita had grown so
frustrated with all the questions that she suggested he simply delete the
messages and be done with it. While Tuck did just that, he continued to grumble
until Rita started touching him in an attempt to distract him. It worked and
Rita never thought about the incident again until some of his other behaviors
started surfacing.

But
Rita was in love and that was all that mattered. She was quick to forgive Tuck
for his behavior because she believed him when he said that he had been hurt
before when a girlfriend had cheated on him and Rita swore she would never make
him feel that way. But her love quickly turned to mistrust, anger and
eventually fear. Rita jumped as the waiter placed her meal in front of her. She
hated how thoughts of Tuck could so easily send her to a dark place. Mentally
shaking herself off, Rita grabbed her fork and dived into her stuffed bell
pepper. “O M G, this is delish,” she told her friend.

Nodding,
Keanie replied, “Did I not tell you?” As the women ate, they continued to chat.
Keanie told stories of her new nanny job while Rita talked about work and her
sister’s family. “Ok, so what about HIM?” prodded Keanie.

As
Rita filled her friend in on the most, recent exploits at Jared’s home and then
in the office trailer, Keanie’s eyes grew wide. “Wow, you’ve been busy. He
sounds as controlling as Tu…er, your ex. Should I be worried about the
pattern?”

As
Rita chewed, she shook her head. Swallowing, “While, I’ll admit that they have
similarities. Both have dominant personalities and they like to control things,
that’s where it ends. Jared isn’t anything like Tuck.”

“What
do you mean? If he likes to control, doesn’t that mean he wants to control
you?”

Shaking
her head again, “Only in the bedroom, so to speak,” replied Rita as she
blushed. “He doesn’t have any of that, must control every aspect of my life,
personality. And you should see him with the volunteers. Despite some HUGE
blunders made by a couple of them, he’s never yelled at anyone or gotten into
any arguments. In fact, he’s really patient and calm. I’ve never seen him lose
his temper and I’ve been around him every day for a few weeks now. Tuck would
throw a fit if he dropped his keys. Honestly, I don’t see Jared ever hitting
anyone in anger. I simply don’t.”

“Tuck
HIT you? When?”

“Keanie,
it was a long time ago. I’d really rather NOT discuss it. Can we please move on
to something more pleasant? Please?”

Nodding
slowly, “Agreed, but we WILL have this chat. Soon.” Rapidly changing the
subject, Keanie asked, “So is it anything like that book?”

“What
book?”

“That
one everyone was talking about. About that college student and her boss or
something. I think it was called.”

“Don’t
say it!”

“What?
Why not? My boss has all three on her nightstand. The covers are all cracked.
It must be good if she reads them that much.”

“No.
They aren’t,” said Rita evenly. “They’re complete rubbish.”

Laughing,
“So tell me, sista, how do you REALLY feel about them?”

“Oh,
don’t get me started,” replied Rita. They are poorly written trite about broken
people who engage in maybe not so safe activities. I am forever flummoxed when
people latch on to books like that. I mean, seriously! Not everyone who likes a
little spice in his or her life is broken. Some of us are simply more
adventuresome than others are. It doesn’t make us bad, wrong, evil OR BROKEN,”
griped Rita. “And that third one, as I read it, I kept imagining the author panicking
over some insane need to wrap everything up in a neat little package so all the
loose ends were tied up. What a waste of time AND trees.”

“So,
uh, you’ve read all three?”

“Yessss,”
sighed Rita. “I guess, deep down, I really am a masochist. What about you? Did
you read the first one?”

“I
tried,” replied Keanie. “But you know my reading comprehension is terrible.
Chad offered to get me the audio version, but I was too embarrassed. Could you
imagine, listening to that book in my car on my way to work? I’d probably get
in a car accident.” Stabbing at her food, Keanie pointed her fork at her
friend, “Did I ever tell you about my honeymoon?” As Rita shook her head, no,
she continued. “We were staying at Harrah’s in Vegas. We had gotten back to our
room, we were in bed together and things were getting all hot and heavy. Not
like the stuff you do, but you know, hot. Then Chad asked me, ‘Who’s your
daddy?’”

Snorting,
Rita put down her fork. “And?”

“And
nothing, that sorry sort found himself off the bed and on his ass on the
floor.”

“No,
you didn’t.”

Nodding,
“Oh, yes, I did. I knocked him off the bed and flat out told him that he was
NOT my daddy, my daddy was dead.”

“You
know that’s not what he meant, right?”

“Well,
I do now, but then, no.” Laughing, “I remember standing over him while he’s
looking at me in shock and telling him that I did NOT have daddy issues and I
NEVER wanted to hear that again. And then I climbed into bed, turned out the
lights and went to sleep.”

Pausing,
Rita looked at her friend before she started roaring with laughter. “You didn’t
say that.”

“I
did. In fact, we didn’t even have sex until we got back to LA.”

Laughing,
“So, um, did you at least let him sleep in the bed?”

Crossing
her arms and looking at her friend, “Nope. Found him stretched out on the couch
the next morning. We’ve been together for almost 10 years now and he has NEVER
said it to me again.”

Rita
laughed until she cried, as she sat there hugging her stomach. “Oh no you
didn’t. I can’t believe you said that. That’s hilarious. I’m dying here. Thank
you, thank you. You totally made my evening.” As Rita continued to laugh,
Keanie happily started eating.

“Glad
I could help.”