Bastard SEAL: A Bad Boy Forbidden Baby Romance (Contains bonus book Based!) (11 page)

“Fuck me, Emory,” she gasped. “Oh god I can’t take the teasing anymore. I’m so close. I need it.”

I grinned and grabbed her hips.

My cock slid deep inside her like it was nothing. I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her from behind like that, fucking her into the couch. She pressed her face against a pillow, moaning into it.

I could hear her saying my name over and over as I fucked her. I was done taking it easy on this fucking cunt. I wanted to ravage her, fuck her hard and rough, make her forget her own fucking name. My cock slammed into her and I slapped that thick ass, loving the sound of skin on skin. My cock fucked that cunt deep and hard, and she rocked her hips back, greedy for my every inch.

I reached around her legs and began to rub her clit as I fucked her. I wanted to see her come, wanted to see her moan. Little beads of sweat rolled down our bodies as we worked together, my cock thrusting deep inside her, my fingers working that swollen clit.

All thoughts of what had happened earlier in the day were gone. The only thing on my mind was her pussy, her delicious fucking cunt. Her hips drove me insane as her ass backed up against my cock, working it, rolling it. I thrust deep into her, skin against skin, my hand working her clit.

Fire flowed through my mind and veins. She was moaning freely and loudly into the pillow, saying my name over and over.

I kept at it, working that clit, fucking her hard and deep. I began to fuck her savagely, taking her pussy, making it fucking mine. She tipped her head back, gasping, and her hand reached back to grab mine.

“Keep going,” she begged. “Keep going. I’m close. Oh shit I’m so close.”

She grabbed at my hand desperately as I fucked her, keeping up my pace, her hips matching my rhythm, rolling and rocking against my thrusts. She was tensing, on the point of a needle, ready to tip off over the edge. I could see it written on every inch of her body, every fucking muscle poised and ready, as I slammed and fucked her tight pussy roughly.

And then she tipped over. She grabbed my hand and pressed her face down, moaning, losing herself as she came. Every muscle tensed and I pulled her hips tighter against me, fucking her deep and rough, not letting up. I fucked her through her orgasm, working that body beyond anything she’d ever known before.

And watching her fucking perfect body, drenched in sweat and tense from coming, it pushed me over the edge. It drove me fucking wild as I fucked her rough and deep, taking that cunt, making her mine.

I came deep inside her. I exploded into her little pussy, filling her to the brim. I groaned, my mind blank with incredible pleasure, joy, and more rocking along my skin, rolling through my body.

We came together like that, her body tensing and tensing, my cum filling that tight pussy. For a moment there was only fucking bliss and nothing else.

And slowly, so fucking slowly, the orgasm began to fade. We collapsed onto the couch together, breathing deeply, sweating freely.

“Shit,” I said. “Fuck. That pussy.”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling, laughing slightly, still clearly out of her mind. “I feel the same way.”

I grinned at her and pressed her body against mine. We sat like that together on the couch, sweating and breathing together, bliss still lingering in our brains from the heavy orgasms, pleasure and more all mingling with each other.

Nothing outside that room mattered. There was only Tara and that fucking incredible pussy I remembered. She was mine, her child was mine, and everything was right in the world.

Fuck whatever else might happen. I was good in that one moment.

I
woke
up on the couch alone.

I stretched lazily, wearing only my T-shirt. Someone had put a blanket on top of me. The sun was setting outside the window, and the room was flooded with low, red light.

The memory of Emory’s body against mine came back in bits and pieces. I stretched again, groaning to myself, and felt the dull, amazing ache he left between my legs.

He was incredible, insatiable. He made me feel things I never knew I could feel, and hadn’t felt since I last saw him.

But it had been different this time. Before he had been some stranger who rocked my world and changed my life. We’d had no real connection other than our overwhelming desire for each other.

This time though, he was the father of my son. Not to mention he had just saved my life and the lives of my parents. He was someone I actually knew, someone I really trusted, even if he had brought this difficult pain into my life

I felt a buzz around my body just thinking about him and what he could make me feel. I thought I knew him a little bit better now, or at least I felt closer to him. He was still an enigma to me, and pretty much the biggest asshole I knew, but he had told me things about himself. Maybe he wasn’t such a stranger anymore.

As quickly as Emory came into my mind, it shifted into a memory of earlier that morning. The man’s gun pointing at me, the explosion of Emory’s weapon, the red blooming along his chest. The gripping fear I felt watching Emory kill those men with only a knife. The looks on my parents’ faces, the total fear and concern.

My day had started with intense and fast violence. As much as I wanted that memory to go away, it wasn’t going anywhere. I had never seen something like that before, didn’t really even think it was possible, but there it was. Emory had done those things, those horrifying, intense things. There had been so much blood covering the floor of the kitchen.

I didn’t know a person’s body had so much blood inside it.

And suddenly, I thought of Mason. My heart skipped a beat as I sat up. The baby monitor on the table was switched off, and a stab of fear jolted me up.

“Mason?” I called, standing.

Where was Emory? In the few blissful seconds when I was still between sleeping and waking and thinking about his body, it hadn’t occurred to me that he wasn’t on the couch anymore.

I spotted my pants nearby and grabbed them, slipped them on, and then hurried to the bedroom. My mind was full of the worst kinds of thoughts. The terrorists could have attacked again, maybe snuck inside and took Mason away. Or maybe Emory had taken Mason and run off, leaving me here alone. Maybe Emory wasn’t who he said he was.

Terror jolted me forward. I threw open the bedroom door.

“Mason!”

Emory looked up at me. He was sitting on the bed holding a bottle, Mason in his arms.

“Looking for someone?” he asked.

“Uh, hey.”

I blinked. Emory was holding Mason, and he was feeding him.

“I hope this is okay,” he said. “Kid started crying, so I thought he was probably hungry.”

“You didn’t wake me up?”

“We have a long night ahead of us. Thought you needed the sleep.”

I stared at Emory as the fear slowly subsided. I felt a little silly for being so afraid and quick to assume the worst.

In fact, I was a little more than surprised to see him feeding Mason. Emory was not a father, and he didn’t seem to have a single nurturing instinct. The fact that he’d found a bottle and fed Mason was amazing.

I walked over to him, holding my arms out. “Here. I can take him.”

“It’s fine. I’ve got him.”

“You don’t have to do that, Emory.”

He shrugged. “He’s my kid. Might as well.”

“You don’t owe me or him anything.”

“Maybe,” he grunted, “though I did get you into this.”

“You couldn’t have known.”

He stared at me, his eyes hard. “I could have. We don’t get close to people often, and for good reason. Shit like this tends to happen to people when we get near them.”

I stared at him, surprised by his intensity. “You couldn’t have known this would happen to a one-night stand.”

“It happened, and that’s all that matters.”

I gently took Mason and the bottle from him. Mason stirred but continued placidly drinking from his bottle. “Did you get any rest?”

“Not really,” he said, standing. “We have to leave soon.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“We’re driving straight to Indianapolis tonight. We’ll stay at the safe house tonight.”

“Okay. Sure.”

“Be ready in fifteen.” He turned and left the room.

I watched the door for a minute, shaking my head. He went from wanting to feed Mason to suddenly being all about business.

Sleeping with him had been a mistake, and we both knew it. Sure, it had felt good, but things were complicated enough as it was. We didn’t need to add that sort of tension into the mix, not when we could easily avoid it.

I just needed to keep my hands off him, which was hard when all I wanted to do was to reach down his pants and feel his thick, hard cock. I wanted to feel the way I did with him pressing himself deep inside me, his hands all over my body, his dirty words in my ears.

But I couldn’t let myself forget why we were running to begin with. There were men after us, men who wanted to kill us. They were all too real.

I rocked Mason and finished feeding him not too long later. Most of my things were still down in the car, so all I needed to do was gather up Mason and his stuff. Then we’d be ready to go.

Emory came back into the room wordlessly not long later and helped me finish packing. Once that was done, we stood together in the living room. He looked at me with a frown on his face.

“Listen,” he said. “Things might get pretty dangerous from here. I don’t really know where this is going.”

“I trust you,” I said. “You may be a cocky asshole, but you saved us.”

He nodded. “Call your parents. Say goodbye.”

“Goodbye?”

“I don’t know how long we need to be in hiding.”

I bit my lip, nervous. “Okay.”

He dug an old flip phone out of his pocket. “This is a burner. When you’re done, we’ll get rid of it.”

I took the phone from him and walked a few steps away, Mason under my arm. I dialed my home number and my mom answered on the second ring.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Mom,” I said. “It’s me.”

“Oh, honey. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m still with Emory. How are you?”

There was a short pause. “About as good as you’d guess, after seeing that.”

“Yeah. I understand.”

“There are people here, you know, cleaning up. That man Cooper is also staying with us. He seems like he knows what he’s doing.”

“Good, Mom. I’m glad.”

“When are you coming back?”

“Emory doesn’t know,” I said. “It could be a while.”

There was another pause. “I hate this. I wish we could call the police.”

“We can’t,” I said. “Trust them, Mom. They’ve kept us safe so far.”

“You’re right. Your father wants to speak to you.”

“Okay. I love you.” But she had already passed the phone off.

“Tara?”

“Hi, Dad.”

“Listen, I just wanted to say that I was sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“It’s okay. We’re way past that now.”

“I know, honey. Stay safe.”

“I will. I’m with Emory.”

“Yes, Emory. The cause of all this.”

I sighed. He wasn’t wrong, but he also wasn’t being fair.

“Dad.”

“Okay. I love you, honey.”

“I love you too.”

I hung up the phone.

Emory looked at me. “Everything good?”

I held the phone out to him. “Good.”

He took the phone and then smashed it onto the ground. He slammed his heel down on it, destroying the phone.

I nearly jumped out of my skin.

He grinned at me. “Why so jumpy, princess?”

“Warn me next time,” I said, taking a deep breath.

“Maybe. I’d rather just scare you.”

I shook my head. “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

I headed out, down toward the car, Emory carrying Mason’s things just behind me.

I couldn’t blame my dad for being angry about all this. I was a little angry, too. Things were more complicated for me though, considering Emory was the father of my child.

And not to mention the way Emory made me feel. Excitement was an understatement; Emory sent electric fire down my veins.

How could I hate a man who made me feel that way?

We headed out toward the car, and nervousness flickered through my stomach.