ROMANCE: BIKER ROMANCE: Valentine Biker (MC Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult Valentine Romance Short Stories) (142 page)

They all laugh. They are all Navy Seals. Somehow, between them, they will work it out.

***

“This is the USS Fearless Frankie.” Storms voice crackles over the radio.

“We are returning from duty with rescued prisoners,” he continues. “We have destroyed the pirate's base, and we are now coming back with the captives,
Gareth
included.”

On the other side, the voice hesitates. “Lieutenant Jakeman. Sir!”

“Yes.” Storm’s voice is mild. “We need to come in to bring these prisoners on board, you copy?”

“Roger! Copy that, Sir.” The voice sings out, crisp.

When the radio contact is over, Storm smiles at the group. His eyes catch Frankie's, and the look that passes between them could light a fire.

Gareth and Rex look at each other. Gareth shrugs, and grins. The four of them look up, steadily; colleagues.

A few minutes later, and the ship is swinging around to get alongside the USS Fearless. It is a careful maneuver, and both ships manage it effortlessly.

The small fishing vessel seems very small indeed, beside the naval ship. After another conversation with the radio operator, the four have negotiated assistance for getting the rescued men on board. They are almost all too weak to climb.

It takes another hour and a half to help all thirty-five men onto the ship, raising them onto the dinghies. Rex, Gareth, Storm and Frankie are last up.

Then they are climbing over the rail, triumphant and grinning.

***

It is later on the same day. The sun is setting, now, over the sea. Frankie, Storm, Rex and Gareth are on deck, in the last of the orange setting sun.

They have met with the captain, where they had first to explain themselves, and then were reprimanded, in appearance only, for their rash, unauthorized rescue. Afterward, the captain grinned with a wink.

“Well done.” He said. He was beaming. “Well done.”

The four of them, elated, left the office. All four are relieved from duty for the day, to decompress.

Now, they stand on the deck, a ration of beer in their hands. Frankie is glowing. Her eyes are fixed on Gareth, while Storm stands beside her, steady and close. Rex is on her left, between her and Gareth.

Gareth has had a shower, and is wearing a uniform a couple sizes smaller, now. With a shave and the dirt washed clean, he looks almost himself. Leaner, drawn; with eyes slightly sunken and lined, her big brother is back and the celebrations just beginning. 

The four of them are wrapped in happiness. Lively laughter and gentle teasing rings out around the group, as they relate their stories and catch up. Saddened for the ordeal the men went through, and knowing it will take time to work through the healing process, today is still one of celebration for their freedom.

Gareth is laughing now, a tear rolling down his bronzed skin as he and Rex share a silly joke. They have made good friends already. Frankie and Storm stand a little apart, his hand on her good shoulder.

Frankie and Gareth catch each-others eye, across the circle. They smile.

“Big brother, you are amazing.” She smiles. “Five hours here, and you are already shaking the foundations of things.”

Gareth lets out a great laugh. “That's a fine thing, coming from you, Little Sister,” he smiles. “Look who just performed a… fearless rescue.”

They are beaming at each other, their warmth affecting the entire group. Frankie feels her eyes start to tear. She feels a hand on her shoulder, and covers it with her own. Storm. She looks up at him, warmed by his presence. He smiles. They kiss.

Gareth and Rex whoop, delightedly.

The whole group laughs.

Frankie and Storm smile at each other, Storm takes Frankie’s hand after some time, they excuse themselves, to Frankie’s cabin.

Opposite them, the sun sets over the sea. Watery, orange-gold. Magnificent. Without boundaries.

***

Frankie leans her back against the cool door of her cabin, the adrenaline and pain meds have taken a toll on her, draping a warm, fuzzy aura of happiness across her shoulders. Her eyes automatically find Storm, as if they are pulled to him like a lump of iron to a magnet. A ridiculous grin makes its way across her face and Storm chuckles.

“Something funny?” Frankie asks him, arching an eyebrow and swaying a little even though she is leaning against the door. Storm puts on a mock serious face.

“No, Goldilocks,” He folds his lips and bites gently to avoid grinning at her, “It looks as if the ship's rolling underneath you, that's all.” Frankie's smile widens and she pushes away from the door, towards Storm. Unfortunately her legs do not seem to get the message but before her brain can even register her fall, she feels Storm's solid arms around her, supporting her.

“Making a habit of saving me, aren't you?” She asks, wondering if this is what it feels like to be in heaven. It feels to Frankie as if she is completely in control, yet her body won't seem to obey her directions. “Saved Gareth too, with me, you did.” She muddles the words and frowns.

“I need to put you in bed.” He tells her gently, giggling at her delirium.

“Now you're talking. Yes. Take me to bed, her voice has deepened with desire and she looks into his emerald eyes with a lustful gaze. Storm shakes his head.

“Just lay down, Frankie.”

“...take my clothes off first?” He laughs as she tries to undress, while trying to sit down on the bunk and look sexy at the same time. Storm lays his massive hand on her good shoulder and pushes her gently backwards.

“Okay, I'll be good...” Frankie slurs as her eyes droop closed.

After dreaming about some truly odd things, Frankie wakes up feeling almost fully refreshed. A few aches and pains, the shoulder is now a dull thump rather than a sharp lancing stab. The large, male arm which seems to have grown from her side is new but she could live with it if it happened to be attached to...

Frankie rolls over in the circle of warm SEAL flesh to stare at the face of the man she knows she loves. Storm is in a deep sleep and has a tiny smile turning the corners of him mouth up, making her wonder what he is dreaming about. As she moves closer to wake him with a kiss, the realization hits her she is completely naked and her thoughts run back over the events before she fell asleep. Nope, can't remember a thing after they left the little party.

She takes his bottom lip in between hers and nibbles it gently, playfully, repeating with the top. Storm's mouth seems to come alive and she can feel him smiling against her own lips as he starts to kiss her back.

“That's the kind of wake-up call I could get used to.” He states in his deep voice. His chest vibrates against hers where their skin meets and it feels as if they continue throughout her whole body. Frankie shivers even though their combined heat.

Frankie lays her leg over his large thigh and runs her foot up and down his calf, reaching with her good hand to stroke his face as she kisses him again. He deepens the kiss, invading her mouth with his tongue and lapping at hers. Frankie feels a moan escape her as her whole body lights up in response, a deep twist inside her abdomen letting her know the score.

His fingers run down her back, cupping her buttock and stroking along her thigh to her knee before making their way back all the way to the nape of her neck. Goosebumps breaks out across Frankie's chest and belly at his touch and she twitches. Storm's lips find the soft skin behind her ear and he pulls minute kisses, like butterfly wings, from her ear to her jaw.

They become lost in each other, touching, learning what makes the other moan in pleasure when touched or stroked and eventually Storm and Frankie become one again. The feeling is so intense Frankie begins to float on a wave of passion fueled pleasure, the painful ache inside her growing to a height she's not sure she'll be able to live without it, but also not sure if she can take any more. With a groaning roar, Storm tips over the edge and cries her name against her throat. His pleasure sends her over the abyss and her breathing stops as every muscle in her body seems to contract before she explodes in waves of delight around him.

Blissful minutes pass as they share breath and body space, eventually settling into a tight, warm hug which somehow brings them both even closer together.

“You know,” Storm eventually breaks the silence, “I hear Paris is supposed to have some really romantic places?”

“Yeah?” Frankie asks, with fake tone of indifference. Her heart is beginning to ache for some serious alone time this hunk of a man.

“Hmm,” He hums his affirmative, “I don't suppose you'd like to see some of them, would you?” A silly smile breaks out across her face but she manages to keep it from her voice.

“I suppose,” She tells him, “But if I went to Paris, there would have to be comfortable beds.”

“That's lucky, because I've also heard it's the comfy bed capital of the world. Get some good sleep in those Parisian beds.”

“Who said anything about sleeping?” She wonders with a gleam in her eye.

“We must be due some shore leave, especially since you got shot
and
we're heroes.”

“How long to see these sights in Paris, do you think?” Storm pretends to think then shrugs.

“
I
would say around two weeks.” He tells her. Frankie nods and snorts a laugh,

“So a month then?” She asks, grinning at his puzzled expression. “Two weeks to see the sights,” She explains, “And another two weeks to sample these world famous beds.” Storm catches on immediately.

“I like the cut of your jib, lieutenant.”
He tells her with a smile.

The End

***

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Copyright 2015 by Jasmine Jensen - All rights reserved.

UnSealed Deception

A Navy Seal Erotic Romance

By: Jasmine Jensen

UnSealed Deception

Jenna finished the final touches of her makeup and stared at her reflection admiringly. She almost forgot herself as she noticed the beautiful silver frame around her antique mirror. It was a gift from her beloved, Chase, who had brought it for her while he was away in Japan. That he thought to buy her a gift during one of his many business trips, especially one that was so exquisite, made her heart fill with warmth.

However, Jenna had on and off doubts about Chase. He had deeply hurt her in the past, but promised to be a changed man, and only
hers
. He was the richest man in the small but elegant town of Horvath, which was filled with ancient Victorian buildings that would take any architectural enthusiast’s breath away. Chase’s five-star Hotel, Glaico, was by far the most imposing and exquisite building in town. Right next to it was the Pacific Ocean which purred gently, as it pushed wave after wave of sky blue water on shore.

Jenna felt a warm breeze from an open window caress the nape of her neck and gently blow her beautiful, long golden brown wavy hair backwards. She tried to suppress her doubts and think of the good times, hoping they would last forever. It was his thoughtful gifts that made her believe in her man again.

She held on tightly to that belief and refused to let it go. After all, tonight was a special night between her and Chase. It was their one year anniversary, and she was anxious to finish getting ready so that she could rush into his arms and celebrate the special event with him on his luxury yacht, where he lived beside the hotel.

Straightening her naturally curly hair had taken her quite some time. Chase liked her hair this way, and every time she would go see him, she took the time to carefully prepare and make sure there were no curls in sight. She stared at her reflection until she was completely satisfied with her hair and makeup.

Jenna untied her silk bathrobe and slipped into a sexy red figure forming gown with nothing underneath, in anticipation of a passion-filled night ahead. She fumbled, while putting on a stunning diamond-drop necklace, another generous gift from her beau, and finished quickly with a pair of elegant, strappy black heals.

She drove over the speed limit toward the Marina, realizing she had lost track of time and did not want to be the late for her date, knowing Chase was to have her favorite meal catered this special evening, on the yacht. 

***

Colt got off the bus at the main bus terminal in Horvath. He was fully clad in his Navy SEAL uniform, and got a lot of admiring stares which he assumed were citizens who appreciated his patriotism. However, he was too deep in thought to notice that most of those stares were from young women who were admiring his striking facial features, and rock-solid physique.

Colt is an exceedingly good looking man, with striking, masculine features, dirty blond hair, a God-like statue of six feet, five inches. He has broad shoulders, with perfectly sculptured arms which were followed by strong, muscular hands and an effortless perfect posture, worthy of a Navy SEAL Commander.

Colt never considered his looks to be anything extraordinary, even more so, barely noticed the many female admirers who were left cold by his apparent aloofness, at their non-verbal sexual cues. Though he had a few weaknesses, which he managed to hide under his military exterior, vanity was not one of them.

The only thing on Colt Jacob’s mind was the warm summer breeze and how odd it was to be on leave. He needed some time to unwind after the recent tragedy, losing his best friend from his SEAL 8 Team, and to be back in Horvath to collect some of the items left for him by his Uncle. He enjoyed being in the SEALs, and more so being a respected commander. His SEAL brothers were his life and his family now, ever since his is parents died, now over a dozen years ago when he was just a young teen.

Colt lived with the constant painful realization that his childhood memories were no longer intact and little more than dark shadows that faded before revealing the full story of his experiences. Yet his heart somehow remembered the love and support from parents that he was fortunate to have had, until the accident took them away from him so abruptly.

He was determined to recall his past, despite being told by the latest ‘specialist’, he likely never would. Uncle John offered up stories, but he insisted he would remember on his own,
some-day
.  Unfortunately, his favorite uncle passed away just a few months ago, and Colt felt a deep regret not allowing him to fill in the gaps to earlier childhood memories he may never recall on his own.

Colt was thinking about his uncle and current predicament when he saw her, a woman rushing off Chase’s yacht. She was upset and anxious to leave as fast as possible. He noticed she was a natural beauty, stunning in fact, and although elegantly dressed she seemed to be trying a little too hard to please, even uncomfortable in her attire. Funny, he thought, why he would think that, without having ever met her.

His mouth arched slightly, as he smiled to himself. He had seen this scenario too many times and knew exactly what was going on. His friend Chase, a sharp and ruthless businessman, was a hopeless womanizer. This lovely lady was probably the latest victim to fall for his irresistible charm, only to sadly realize that Chase never remained loyal to any woman. Even so, she seemed different from the type he usually went for.

Colt watched her fidgeting frantically in her purse, trying to retrieve her keys. She had parked at the edge of the Marina and her frantic efforts, coupled with her apparent agitation, made her drop her recently clutched keys that made an unfortunate bounce straight into the deep blue drink. He saw the frustration on her face and her posture collapse, and immediately rushed to her rescue.

Jenna was surprised to see him, as she hadn’t noticed him watching her fumble with her car keys for fast escape. He swiftly dropped his backpack, and unlocked her car door with a neat trick he had learned during his military training. Before she could so much as protest, he had already ripped off some wires below the steering wheel, connected them together, and had the engine running for her in what seemed an instant.

He ushered her into the car, closed the door gently but firmly behind her, retrieved his back pack, and headed towards Chase’s yacht without a backward glance. Jenna knew somehow, that this tall stranger, who had been gentlemanly enough to rescue her but was too discourteous to allow her to give him a proper thank you, or learn how to undo what he had just MacGyvered together, was none other than Colt Jacob.

She never had the pleasure of meeting him, but Chase fondly talked of him often. After tales of his heroism, she secretly hoped Chase would introduce her someday. But now that she finally met him, she wished she never had, the circumstances playing on her like a bad joke.

From Jenna’s brief encounter with Colt, she had a strong feeling he was not the type of man to appreciate being kept waiting, even by a billionaire like Chase Sinclair. Colt had an air of confident elegance that was beyond anything she had ever seen in a man. She wondered why he was approaching the yacht, as Chase hadn’t mentioned anything about him coming by.

She pictured both of them in his office, laughing and cracking jokes about her, and suddenly felt conscientious and humiliated. Warm tears flowed down her delicate face, she vowed never put herself through this again. She would not forgive Chase or give him another chance, this time for sure! Her thoughts rang hollow through her body, as she had made the same vow before.

                                          ***

Colt walked into Chase’s office just as his pretty secretary, who was wearing an outfit that was entirely too revealing, walked out, a couple buttons lower than standard operating procedure. Chase rose up steadily from his black leather chair, and was thrilled to see Colt arrive.

“Welcome back,” he told his good friend, after giving him a big bear-hug.

“I see you’d rather have a rendezvous with your secretary than meet me at the bus-station an hour ago, as planned.” Chase said, in a manner which had an edge to it, indicating he wasn’t impressed.

“Meeting up with you at the station would have been a waste of time, since you always prefer to walk anyway,” Chase insisted in his apparent defense, with his standard ‘get-out-of-jail’ card charm. Colt kept a steady, cold, unimpressed gaze. “Okay, I got a little distracted, you got me on this one”, he chided.

“How’s Navy life treating you?” he diverted quickly. “Are you ready to retire and learn the ways of the wealthy?” he continued.

“Not a chance,” Colt countered. Changing the subject Colt inquired, “by the way, I saw a striking woman leaving the Marina, crying. Do you know anything about that?” he asked Chase, knowing full well he did.

Chase pondered Colt’s words momentarily, as the realization quickly occurred to him. He surmised it must have been Jenna arriving for their anniversary dinner plans. She must have seen his brief, lip-on-lip, and fondling action with his secretary. Most times, ‘brief’ wouldn’t be the appropriate term for it.

If the realization he had been caught fooling around with another woman upset Chase, he sure didn’t show it. In fact, Colt figured she was getting an extra special offering of his manipulative ways. This made him angry, and he wondered why he remained friends with someone so unfaithful. He and his SEAL brothers depended on loyalty for their very lives. He was used to Chase’s escapades, but somehow it felt that this time he really crossed the line. He said nothing, as he knew better than to try and change him. Maybe it was time to rethink this friendship, he pondered.

Colt and Chase, though good friends, were entirely different. Chase was aggressive and ruthless, and a cunning businessman who always got his way. He managed his personal life in the same manner he did his work life, with a masterful charm and smoke screen that kept you from seeing behind the veil, into his real character. 

Women usually clung to him for the wrong reasons, and of course ended up disappointed. He knew it, and justified his bad boy billionaire behavior by it. He was tall, dark, and unnervingly handsome, with enticing lips that boasted a smirk, indicating juicy secrets to tell, if you could entice him into revealing anything honest about himself.

He had outstanding business acumen, yet trusted no one. He was reckless, and chased after deals and women without a care in the world of the potential consequences to anyone other than himself. He was in it to win it, all the time, in every way, others’ feelings be damned. Chase took gambles that colleagues and competitors would never dream of, yet interestingly most often paid off, and in spades. His devilish charm could make anyone feel special, in a most insincere way.

Colt was just as clever, yet in
his
own way. He could create instant solutions to dangerous situations as if by magic, this was why his troupes counted on him so faithfully. He too was fearless, risking life and limb in a way that even Chase admired. Other than that, they had little else in common. He was much more patient than Chase and took steady, calculated steps. He swiftly considered consequences and potential outcomes before he made a single move. He could care less about the superficial aspects so many men longed for, the money, booze, and steady flow of women.

Colt preferred a different kind of action, which is why he had chosen a life with the Navy SEALs. It kept him sharp, in the moment, and real. It was almost like living life in slow motion, paying hyper-vigilant attention to every detail of life, and he loved that. He was a protector at heart, of family, friends and the country, and very well respected, not to mention well decorated for it. His SEAL squad’s rare ‘Golden SEAL’ status was due to his leadership, and an honor bestowed only once to an entire team.

It was in rare moments of quiet reflection that he found the most clarity and meaning to his life, which didn’t include reckless ‘escapism’ behavior like his buddy’s, or so he thought. At this point in his life, after losing both his parents and so many friends during his service with the SEALs, the thing he wished for the most he didn’t have. Closure.

He hadn’t properly grieved the loss of both parents. It was too hard to fathom and he wasn’t prepared to go there. Danger was more appealing than feeling, and he ran toward it as fast as possible in order to remain unencumbered with painful memories. It was in this type of repressed escapism that Colt participated in. His broken memory was the price. He didn’t realize it kept him emotionally paralyzed, and locked into an unseen prison keeping intimacy and love at bay.

Colt and Chase had met in an exclusive college in Chicago where they were both pursuing undergraduate courses. Colt was a scholarship kid, and recognized Chase as the silver spoon type almost immediately. The two had started off disliking each other, and exceedingly so. They were rivals, both in academics and sports. Even so, their unlikely friendship formed after they were paired up for a project and found that when they rose above their egos, they worked very well together. Thus, they grew to respect each other and forge an unlikely bond.

Colt had been pursuing a degree in Environmental studies, and despite excelling and even getting further sponsorships to study law, he had, to everyone’s surprise, decided to join the Navy instead. Chase recognized that his friend was brilliant and his strategic way of thinking could be useful, not only in the Navy, but also in the business world. This was why he made Colt an offer to work for him, and become a board member of his hotel empire.