SEAL's Baby (Navy SEAL Secret Baby Romance) (3 page)

“Take it easy buddy,” I
laughed. “If you’re not careful, you’re gonna end up hitting on another man.”

  
“That happened one time,” Vic defended himself as the rest of the
boys descended into raucous laughter. “And you have to admit, he was pretty.”

I laughed. “You stupid shit,
you know you can’t handle your liquor.”

“Why would I want to?”
Vic asked reasonably. “It’s Friday night, baby!”

  
Again the boys raised their glasses in celebration of the fact.
The smell of beer and smoke filled the room and I breathed it in. It had become
a comforting scent at this point; anything that didn’t smell of blood and sweat
pretty much did the trick. A few girls walked past us and I couldn’t help but
turn my head to take them in.

  
The one that caught my eye was tall and skinny. She had dirty-blonde
hair and dark eyes that were rimmed with eyeliner and mascara. She was wearing a
sequined halter and low-rise jeans that displayed the tattoo on the small of
her back.

“That was the second time
those girls walked past us,” Antony said leaning in. “I think that was an
invitation.”

I smirked. “The night is
young,” I said, raising my glass. “There’ll be enough time later for a fuck.”

“Speak for yourself,”
Antony said smacking me on the back. “It’s never too early for a fuck.”

  
I saluted him as he moved in the direction of the girls. I
wondered if I should tell him to leave the skinny, blonde for me, but then I
stopped myself. There were plenty of women to go around.

“Hi, handsome; want a
refill?”

  
The waitress who addressed me was short and curvy and I felt my
blood rise just looking at her. She had big, brown eyes that some people might
describe as “come hither” and a way of moving that invited me to look her up
and down.

“I wouldn’t mind,” I
replied as I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her towards me. “But
I’d rather you share a drink with me.”

  
“I don’t drink on the job,” she smiled flirtatiously, and I knew I
was being encouraged to keep hitting on her. I didn’t know if she was really
interested in me and I didn’t care. It was just nice to have the kind of
mindless back and forth that held no expectations and no promises.

“Well maybe you should,”
I said to her. “That would make your job so much more fun.”

“I don’t know about
that,” she replied. “It’s already plenty fun.”

  
As she spoke, she pressed her body up against me and I could feel
her breasts against my chest. “The moment I saw you I had you pegged for a
tease.”

  
She batted her eyes. “Why thank you,” she replied. Then she leaned
in a little closer and whispered in my ear. “My shift ends at twelve; meet me
by the bar and I’ll show you just how much of a tease I can be.”

I smiled. “You’ve got
yourself a deal.”

She winked and walked
away, and I turned back to the boys, some of whom had watched the exchange.
      

“Man, do you have a way
with women,” Vic said with admiration. “I wish that every woman who looked at
me wanted to fuck me just as easily. Malcolm, watch and learn; you’re looking
at the master here.”

“There’s nothing to
learn,” I said cockily. “Either you’ve got it or you haven’t. I have it, Vic
does not.”

  
“You fucker,” Vic snorted as he grabbed me in a light chokehold. I
laughed and fought him off as the boys cheered us on. That was why we came to
places like this in the first place. They made us feel normal; they allowed us
to feel irresponsible and carefree. For a few moments, we could forget the jobs
that defined out lives and be normal guys hitting on hot girls in crowded bars.

“You know who’s top dog
around here, don’t you, Bull Frog?” Vic said to me, his tone slick with teasing.

“Oh I think everyone
knows who that is, and it sure as hell isn’t you,” I replied.

“That sounds like a
challenge to me,” Vic said, raising his hands in the air. “I think we should
settle this once and for all.”

“You’re on buddy,” I
said. “What do you suggest?"

“An arm wrestling match.”

I laughed. “Let’s go.”

  
Instantly the boys got their glasses off the little round table in
front of us and Vic and I got into position. We had these little top dog
challenges probably once a month when Vic got hammered and decided he could
take me on. A couple of minutes later, I claimed my inevitable victory as the
boys cheered me on and patted Vic on the back.

“Damn it,” he growled.
“Next time I’m gonna take you down.”

I winked at him. “Keep
trying buddy, keep trying.”

  
I bought Vic another pint of beer to balm his fourth consecutive
loss and moved towards the bathroom. I was headed back to my table when I
caught sight of her. She was staring at me with blatant desire and that was
something I just couldn’t ignore. The alcohol had worked its way through my
body and the buzz it had given me had also sparked other desires. I changed
course and walked straight for her.

“Hi,” I said. “Can I buy
you a drink?”

She smiled. “You can.”

  
She had a sexy body on her, made more obvious by the skin-tight
dress that she wore. Her dark hair fell to her shoulders and her eyes were
heavily made up. I bought her a drink and sat down beside her. She angled her
body towards me and made direct eye contact as she sipped her drink. I knew she
was trying to be seductive, but it was coming off a little comical. It didn’t matter;
she didn’t have to be my friend. She just had to be willing.

“My name is Elise,” she
introduced.

“I’m Dylan,” I replied.

“You’re a big guy, Dylan,”
she said after it was clear I wasn’t going to force the conversation.

“I guess so,” I replied.

“I saw you over there
with your buddies,” she continued. “You guys look like Marines.”

“Navy,” I told her.

  
“No way,” she as he coal rimmed eyes went wide with excitement.
“No wonder you’re so buff.” As she spoke, she reached out and cupped my bicep.
“Are you even flexing?” she asked.

“No,” I replied shortly,
trying to keep the boredom from my voice.

“Wow,” she said. “That is
so amazing. You are so hot.”

  
“Thanks,” I replied, hoping that my tone would encourage her to
change the topic. She seemed completely oblivious, however, and I sensed that
this wasn’t her first drink of the night. “I was here with a bunch of my
girlfriends.”

“Where are they now?” I
asked.

“Around,” she answered
vaguely. “I wanted to stay here and talk to you.”

I wanted to put an end to
the conversation as fast as possible so I moved in a little closer. “Why talk
when there are more fun things we could do?”

She stared at me for a
second and then she giggled as a blush crept up her cheeks. “I’ve always
wondered what it would be like to be in a Navy base.”

“Let’s go to your place,”
I said abruptly.

“Oh,” she said looking a
little taken back. Then she smiled in excitement. “Ok, let’s go to mine.”

  
“Come on,” I said as I pulled her from her seat. She followed me
until we got outside, then slowly, she slipped her hand around my arm. There
was nothing romantic about the gesture. She just wanted people to see that she
was with a big, strong Navy guy.

  
I shook her off gently as I flagged down a cab and then I helped
her inside. I wasn’t sure if she was shaky because of the alcohol or because
she just wanted an excuse to knock into me.

“It must be so, so exciting
to be a SEAL,” she went on once we were on the road. “You must have such
interesting stories.”

“A few,” I said
evasively.

“Like what?”

“They’re classified
missions,” I replied. “I can’t really share them with you.”

  
“Oh, of course,” she said as her eyes went wide and I could almost
imagine how she would describe me to her friends the next day. “You must be so
brave.”

I shrugged.

“You must have been all
over the world,” she went on.

“More than most,” I
nodded.

“Wow; I’ve always wanted
to travel.”

“It’s not really
travelling for me,” I said patiently. “It’s work.”

“Of course it is,” she
nodded. “You must go through so much training.”

  
She didn’t seem comfortable with silence and I certainly wasn’t
interested in the conversation, so I leaned in and kissed her. That succeeded
in distracting her and she practically jumped on top of me, her hands grasping
at the back of my neck. I heard the cab driver clear his throat, but I ignored
it. This was what I needed: a warm, willing body on top of mine.

  
I could feel the stirrings of my hard on just as the driver pulled
to a stop in front of a block of large apartment buildings. “Come on,” she said
exiting the cab in a hurry. I paid the driver and followed her into the
building. The moment we were inside her apartment she jumped on me, kissing my
neck and sucking on my ears.

“You’re so fucking hot,”
she said breathing heavily. “I’ve never been with a guy as hot as you.”

  
I found her couch and threw her down on to it, hoping the impact
would shut her up. She laughed when she landed and reached out for me. I pulled
my shirt off and got on top of her; her eyes were bright with expectation. She
unzipped my jeans and pushed them down, and then she stuck her hand down my
boxers. “Your dick is so big,” she said, and I wished I could tell her to just
stop talking.

  
I pushed my jeans to the floor and my phone fell out of the back
pocket. I ignored it and concentrated on removing her bra. Her breasts were
large and rounded and I bent my head and took a nipple into my mouth as she
moaned loudly. I could feel her hands on my back; she was digging her nails
into my skin, but I didn’t mind. This was what I was after: the mindless,
chaotic pleasure of sex. She was warm, willing, and vocal. I pushed myself
inside her, anchoring myself against the couch so that we wouldn’t fall.

  
The flashing of a bright light turned my attention to my phone on
the floor. I couldn’t see who had called, and at that particular moment, I
really didn’t care. I reached down with my right hand and flipped the phone
over so that the light was extinguished. I turned my attention back to the
woman lying under me and lost myself in the only rehabilitation that had ever
helped.

Chapter Four

Elizabeth

  
The bar had filled up by the time ten o’clock came around and I
was busy mixing drinks behind the counter just like Zach had taught me. Zach
had finished his shift an hour ago, which left me in the company of a bunch of half-drunk
men who reeked of smoke and desperation.

“Hi, Bob,” I greeted to
the large man that took a seat at the bar. “What can I get you today?”

“Whisky,” he grunted.

“Hard day at work?” I
asked.

“Construction always is.”

  
I nodded with sympathy and passed him his drink before I walked
down the counter refilling empty glasses and making sure everyone had been
served. At the end of the bar was a new guy that I didn’t recognize. He had
soft brown eyes and dark hair and he was smiling at me as though he knew me.

“Can I get you
something?” I asked.

“Gin and tonic,” he
replied.

“You’re new here,” I
observed.

“What makes you think
that?”

“It’s a small town,” I
replied.

He smiled. “I’m passing
through,” he said. “I’m on my way to Dallas.”

  
“Sounds exciting,” I said and immediately felt stupid. Dallas
wasn’t even out of Texas. He would think I was some ignorant, small-town hick
who had never been out of my little bubble.

  
“I suppose,” he replied without much enthusiasm and I realized
that he had been to places that were probably far more exciting than Dallas.

“You live in Dallas?” I
asked to cover up my previous statement.

“No, I live in New York
actually,” he replied.

“Whoa,” I breathed. “What
brings you to this part of the country?”

“I’m writing a book on
the South,” he replied. “So I guess you could say this is research.”

“That sounds
interesting,” I said as my curiosity piqued. “What kind of books do you write?”