Saving the Seal 2: A BWWM Navy Seal Interracial Romance (14 page)

Owen didn’t even take them off. He merely jerked the delicate material to the side before freeing his erection from his boxer-briefs. Genny barely gave him three seconds, her slender fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock to guide it into her.

Owen thrust deep, pinning her hips against the cushions so Genny cried out. Her arms wound around his neck as she pressed herself against him, taking him even deeper. She was so hot, so wet, so
mind-blowingly tight
…Every time they were together Owen told himself that they would go slow. That he would make her scream. Make her
beg.

And then her soft, sweet pussy would devour him and he lost any and all intentions he might have had.

“
Genny
,” He groaned against her ear, his hips jacking methodically against hers. “
Fucking
God
,
Gen
…
you feel so good. So right.”

Genny moaned his name and Owen trembled at the sound of it. He had to have her deeper, harder,
faster
until they forgot the mess of a world around them and all that existed was she and he and how
good
it was when they were together.

Lowering his head, he took the tip of her breast between his lips, sucking and toying with his tongue as he gripped her hips, pumping hungrily into her. The young woman shuddered beneath his ministrations, pushing back against him with every thrust until Owen thought he might lose his mind with the way she gripped his cock.

When she began to grip at his back and his shoulders, her fingernails leaving scarlet lines as her orgasm took her, he shouted her name into the rafters of the living room. Her inner muscles gripped him, vicelike, and he came powerfully, his entire body stiff with the intensity of the sensations assaulting it.

“
Fuck
.” He finally breathed, holding her limp form against him as he settled in a seated position, leaning back against the couch. He rubbed up and down Genny’s back lightly, relishing in the feel of being joined with her.

She didn’t let him go, not even when their breath began to slow and their bodies cooled – and that was completely fine with him.

He would hold her for however long she needed – protect her for as long as he was still breathing – and love her even though he knew he didn’t deserve her.

Chapter Eight: Unexpected Betrayal

Two months later

“It’s…one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen.” On one of the rare lunch breaks that she was allowed more than five miles from the hospital grounds, Genny caught a meal with Stella at one of their favorite eateries.

Riperton had gotten several new patients over the past few weeks, and atop that, Doctors had been facing their quarterly reviews, meaning that both of them had been utterly swamped. This was the first time they’d gotten to sit down and say more than a passing word to one another in almost eight weeks. “He’s making such rapid progress. Almost quicker than Owen, if you could believe it.”

“I really can’t.” Stella was shaking her head in disbelief. “But I’ve seen it. I don’t know whether you’re a genius, Gen, or he’s just taken a shine to you…and you say he just opened up all of a sudden?”

Genevieve nodded, taking a bite of her roast beef sandwich. In fact, it was almost as if someone had flipped a switch. After the first day Jonas had begun to speak to her, he’d slowly but surely made progress toward coming out of his emotionally cloistered shell. While he certainly wasn’t ready to go to any parties or join the job pool, she could have a decent conversation with him instead of the man simply bursting into tears.

“Maybe he finally got that we were trying to help him.” Stella licked a bite of yogurt parfait from a plastic spoon. “I mean, we’ve seen our share of abuse cases at Riperton, but this is by far the most…disturbing.” The redhead shuddered. “I’m just glad Daniel won’t be seeing the light of day for a long time.”

“Me too.”

The women concentrated on their meals, a comfortable silence falling between them. For a moment, Genny watched her friend. Stella’s cheeks were slightly flushed as she ate. “You alright, Stella?”

Her friend’s green gaze jerked up to hers in surprise. “I’m fine.” She arched a brow. “Why? What’s up?”

“You look a little hot. Are you running a fever?” She reached across the table to put a hand on the smaller woman’s forehead. Though Genny wasn’t a medical doctor, as head of her department, she was more than ready to give Stella a day or two off if she was sick. However, when she touched her friend’s skin, it was cool.

To her surprise, Stella jerked back, almost as if she had been burned. “I’m fine, Genny, really.” She provided, waving the department head off with a tentative smile. “Just a bit tired. The office has been crazy lately.”

Well, that was for damn sure. Everyone was on edge.

Every time she went home to Owen, he had to deal with her dumping her frustrations from the day on his shoulders. Genny had never been more thankful that Owen’s temper had gotten better. If not, he might end up storming out of the house at her snarky attitude.

In fact, the mere realization that they’d been living together for close to half a year and hadn’t killed one another was indeed a feat. She’d been flattered – if more than a bit apprehensive – when Owen invited her to move in. And that had been
before
this whole mess with her stalker.

Who they still hadn’t caught.

In fact, with all the increased security, Genevieve hardly had time to worry. There was literally no physical way that anyone who wanted to do her harm could get near her. She was constantly shuffled from police officers to security officers to Owen and back again. On more than one occasion, she’d had a silent temper tantrum in the shower at the restrictions imposed upon her. Outwardly, however, she found solace in visiting Gina and playing with little Luis, who was developing quickly.

The baby boy had already learned to roll over, inciting his mother’s worry that she would turn around one day and he would have rolled away. The thought drew a small smile to Genny’s lips and she shook her head. As brash and ridiculous as Gina could be, she was an amazing mother. Even Owen admitted it, and more often than not, Gina and he were at one another’s throats.

Of course, whenever she wanted to go and visit her friend, she had to either let Owen drive her, or go with a police escort. Despite the fact that there had been neither hide nor hair of her stalker for the past few weeks, security retained its chokehold on her.

Though she had to deal with being watched every moment of every day, Genny found simple pleasure in watching Owen interact with Luis. For the first few weeks after the baby was born, it was obvious that even the notion of holding him made Owen more than a little bit nervous. However, after the first month or two, Gina was able to bully him into taking the soft bundle in hand for ten minutes or so at a time.

By this point, sometimes Genny merely sat back and watched as Owen dealt with the baby. When Gina placed her son in the immense SEAL’s arms, telling him he had to make up for Sean’s absence, the look that came over Owen was priceless. Surprise, frustration, and then, a reluctant fondness as he bounced the baby against his chest.

Luis certainly seemed to like him. Owen could draw a smile from the tiny boy quicker, even, than his mother, and upon more than one occasion, Genny found her lover staring at him almost wistfully.

He would be a good father. Despite how nervous babies made him, Genevieve knew that Owen would treasure his own children. He tried to hide it behind a façade of grumbling masculinity, but he was really a gigantic teddy bear.

A teddy bear that could hit a moving target at two kilometers.

She supposed that might come in handy if any careless boy ever broke his daughter’s heart.

The image lifted her spirits enough to get Genny through the rest of the day. She had a meeting with the hospital board to update them on the progress of the quarterly review before a mountain of data entry occupied her time for almost two hours.

When Tina knocked on her door to tell her that her four o’clock appointment had arrived, Genevieve glanced up at her, surprised. She had totally lost track of time. Quickly, she found a stopping point for her current task as Tina left her office to retrieve her patient.

When Jonas Kant entered, one would hardly have recognized him. The t-shirt and pants he wore were clean, and though he still hunched nervously, he had cut his hair, exposing his face and eyes. He looked far more stable than he had the first time Genevieve had seen him, and indeed, he came straight to the chair in front of her desk and had a seat without being instructed to do so.

He was, Genny knew, still very wary of his surroundings. It would be a long time before he lost his sense of paranoia – if ever - and they would have to talk about a rehabilitation treatment for him outside the very low doses of medication she had prescribed to calm him at night. When Jonas had revealed to her that he had trouble sleeping – that sometimes he woke up at night and couldn’t move in terror – Genny was reminded painfully of Owen, who had taken several months to overcome the same problem.

They weren’t really so different, she realized. Though the things that haunted them were worlds apart, they were both men overcoming their own personal demons in order to get on with their lives.

“How are we doing today, Jonas?”

“Ok.” His voice was low and shy, but much steadier than it had been weeks ago.

“Just Ok?” Genny prompted gently, arching a brow as she met his gaze.

The young man shrugged. “I…I only woke up twice last night. And it didn’t take me that long to get back to sleep.”

Well, that was a little more than just
Ok
. When Jonas had first started therapy, they had to monitor his sleep cycles. More often than not, he woke up four or five times every night, frantic and screaming from the intensity of his nightmares.

“Just twice?” Genny’s smile was warm. “That’s amazing progress, Jonas. And when you sleep, your dreams are…” She trailed off, leaving him to fill in the blanks.

“Still scary.” He assured her quickly, his gaze lowering once more in shame. “I’d rather be awake than asleep.”

“Understandable.” Genny empathized. “But we’re working on it. In a few weeks that’s going to get better for you, OK?”

Jonas just nodded forlornly. While he did indeed seem to be getting better, making him believe in his own mental capacity was going to be a challenge. “How have your days been?” She decided to change the subject to one he might be more comfortable with.

“I’m going to a lot of the workshops.” He murmured. “Well…some of them at least.”

“And you’ll be glad you did, Jonas. We’re all very proud of how quickly you’re moving forward.”

For the first time in the weeks that she had known him, the young man’s lips turned upwards in the slightest ghost of a smile. “Everyone here has been really nice to me. Very supportive.”

“Of course. Stella speaks very highly of you.” Genny put her friend in charge of scheduling all of Jonas’ workshops. She had dedicated herself to the task, even staying late to make sure that everything was in order. Since Jonas had started making progress, Stella was the one who devoted the most time to helping with his case. Genevieve wasn’t in the least bit surprised, however. As one of her closest friends, Stella understood how important Jonas’ case was to both her and the department.

At the mention of the redhead’s name, Jonas cheeks pinkened slightly and he looked away. “I like Stella. She buys coffee for me.”

Genevieve chuckled softly. Her friend mentioned that she brought Jonas a latte every once in a while when she looked in on him during his sessions. It was just a small gesture, but he obviously appreciated it greatly. “She is a gem. She and I have spoken a lot about your treatment, you know.” The psychiatrist mentally steeled herself to talk to Jonas about the next stage in his recovery. “We were thinking it might be best to get you into an intensive rehabilitation program to help you out a little more with your Cognitive Behavioral Therapy. I know we’ve got you on lose doses of a few drugs now, but at the rate you’re improving, I think you could soon be off them. What do you think?”

The dark-haired man was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. The next time he spoke, his words were barely audible. “My father liked to prescribe drugs, didn’t he?”

Genny winced inwardly. Jonas mentioned his father at least two or three times every session, and when he did, the fear in his tone was palpable. She cleared her throat. “He did, Jonas. But drugs aren’t always bad. Sometimes people need them to make it to the next step of their journey. They’re like a crutch, while we’re mending a break.”

Almost a minute ticked by on the clock before Jonas answered her. “I want to get off them.”

Of course he did. “We’ll help you, Jonas. I promise. Just be patient with us, and be patient with yourself.”

He nodded slowly. His downtrodden face made Genny’s heart ache, but she told herself that she just had to work harder. She would help Jonas rise above what his father had done to him – as a further blow to the man who had ruined so many lives.

She left the session that evening with her heart light. Jonas had agreed to start his intensive treatment. In two weeks, he would board a bus with a number of other patients who qualified for the month long retreat by the sea and he would begin a new stage of his life.