Second Chance SEAL: A Bad Boy Military Romance (10 page)

I
woke
up on the cold, hard mattress and it took me a second to really figure out where I was. The night before was a blur, and I had to really think back to realize that I had gone into the bedroom to take a look around and ended up falling asleep.

I sat up and looked at the clock. It was six in the morning and the sun was just rising over the trees outside. I must have slept for like twelve hours or something like that.

I shook my head, feeling groggy. Gates wasn’t in the room, though I expected that.

He shut down as soon as that goofy man had arrived. Gates seemed to think that Randy was a threat, but I wasn’t so sure. Randy didn’t seem like he could threaten anyone even if he wanted to. The old man was kooky, that was for sure, but he wasn’t a bad guy.

Then again, my sense of this sort of thing was pretty questionable at best at this point. I never saw what kind of man Tony really was, even after being with him and living with him. He completely dazzled me and hid his true self, and I felt so absolutely wrecked.

As I sat there on the strange bed alone for the first time since it happened, I broke down. I broke down and cried. I let myself have this one moment of weakness, because I was mourning for something. It wasn’t for the relationship with Tony, but maybe for my innocence. I could never go back to before this happened. I’ll always have seen that murder, always have dated a murderer. From this point forward, there was no turning back from what I was.

I was a fool. It was true. I was an absolute idiot for wanting to be with Tony. Of course, there were warning signs about him, obvious ones in retrospect. He worked late almost every night, and the whole nightclub thing was shady from the start. But I closed my eyes to it all because I thought I knew Tony. I thought I knew him.

I didn’t. Not at all.

Slowly, I got myself under control. I cried and now I was done crying. I wasn’t going to cry anymore for this. Tony had taken enough from me already and he didn’t deserve to take any more. I was going to get away from him no matter what.

I just had to figure out how.

I stood up and opened the bedroom door. The smell of cooking food hit me and I felt my stomach turn with hunger. I blinked away the sleep and walked down the short hall, turning into the kitchen.

Gates stood in front of the stove, spatula in hand, doing something in a pan.

“Good morning,” he said without turning.

I blinked. “Uh, good morning. How’d you know I was there?”

“Heard you,” he said and grinned at me. “You stomp when you walk.”

I made a face. “That’s not true.”

“It’s very true. You walk like you’re punishing the ground.”

“Don’t be a jerk. It’s too early.”

He shrugged. “There’s coffee over there,” he said, gesturing at a pot. “It’s instant, but it’ll do. I’m also making some eggs.”

“How do we have eggs?” I asked, pouring myself some of the coffee. I took a sip, and although it was bitter and acrid and not good at all, it was the best coffee I’d ever tasted just because it was exactly what I needed in that moment.

“Eggs are powdered,” he said, laughing. “They’re not great, but they’ll do.”

“Perfect. I could eat anything right now.” I sat down at the table, sipping my coffee.”

I watched as Gates cooked. I couldn’t believe he looked so comfortable behind a stove, but he moved like he’d been practicing. Gates was cocky and sometimes a jerk, but he was just so damn handsome. The memory of his hands against my body came rushing back to me, ad I didn’t know how I was going to restrain myself from him.

And I realized that I didn’t want to restrain myself. I realized that I was in the most dangerous moment of my life, and the time for restraint was so far gone. I’d lived for so long with restraint and look where it got me. A mafia ex-boyfriend that wanted me dead.

I stood up and crossed the kitchen. He smirked at me as I approached him, but didn’t say a word. I put my hands on his chest and kissed his lips softly.

He grunted, turning toward me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me against him, kissing me fiercely. I threw myself at him, pushing him back up against the stove. He grunted into my kiss as I ran my hands down his muscular chest.

I felt his strong arms as I slowly moved my hands down toward his pants. I unbuckled his belt quickly and pulled them down.

“Someone’s impatient,” he said, grinning. “You couldn’t wait for another taste, could you?”

“No,” I said simply as I dropped to my knees. “I really couldn’t.”

His eyes burned with lust as I pulled down his boxer briefs and took his thick cock in my hand. I began to stroke his shaft, needing him to get hard as hell. I wanted to make him come, wanted to taste his hot cum in the back of my throat.

He groaned as I took him between my lips and began to suck his cock. I licked him base to tip, savoring his taste, loving the way he groaned. He laced his fingers through my hair and pressed my head down, forcing me along his shaft.

I began to suck him like that, rolling my hand along his shaft as I sucked his cock. I took him in my mouth, slowly moving down into my throat, as he grunted his pleasure. He pressed me down further.

“Fuck yes,” he said, “I want to feel that cock against the back of your throat.”

I gagged then suppressed it, taking him further, swallowing his whole hard thick cock. I pulled back, gasping for air, as a string of saliva rolled from my lower lip to his cock.

He bent forward and kissed me hard, licking that saliva from my mouth. When he was done, he pressed me back down as I sucked his cock faster, deeper.

“You’re not fucking shy,” he said. “You love having this dick in your mouth, you dirty fucking girl. You love getting sloppy on my cock.”

I moaned, sucking him, sliding up and down his shaft. I let my saliva roll down his skin, not slowing down, sucking his cock like a dirty girl. I wanted to be his dirty girl, wanted him to destroy me, make me his. I loved sucking his cock because it meant I was his. I loved getting sloppy on his cock because it meant I couldn’t hold back.

He pressed me down again, pushing his cock into my throat, and began to fuck my mouth. I held onto his thighs as he fucked my lips, pressing his cock into my throat. I squeezed and he pulled me back as I gasped for air, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I didn’t care about that, though. I was so lost in the moment, so deeply lost on his strong body taking me, using me, making me his.

Just then, I smelled something burning. I cocked my head at him and he looked at the stove.

“Fuck,” he said, pushing the pan from the flame. He quickly turned it off. “Burned your fucking breakfast.”

I smiled and laughed. “Who cares?”

He smirked at me. “Good girl. Now get back to work.”

“Yes, Gates.” I took his cock between my lips and began to suck him faster, using my whole body to bob up and down his shaft. He groaned loudly, pressing me down and releasing me.

I sucked and jerked his hard cock with wild abandon. I lost myself completely, wanting only his cock. I was his dirty girl, his dirty slut. I was a whore for his hard cock and that was all I cared about.

“Fuck yes,” he said. “Faster, you fucking slut. Suck that cock faster. I’m going to come down your throat.”

I moaned, wildness taking over me as I sucked and jerked him faster. I loved the sound of my lips along his thick cock. He suddenly pressed me down and groaned loudly.

I tasted his hot cum fill my mouth and throat. I kept going, swallowing every single drop as he came into my mouth.

“Swallow every fucking drop,” he groaned as he let me go.

I swallowed and licked him, cleaning every single inch of his shaft. When I was done, I stood up, smiling.

“Fuck,” he said. “That was incredible.”

“I know.” I kissed his cheek.

He grabbed me and pulled me into another intense kiss. He didn’t seem to mind as our lips pressed together like that, our tongues touching.

He slowly broke the kiss. “Sorry that I burned your breakfast.”

“It’s okay. You’ll make me more.”

He laughed and slapped my ass as I walked away. I sat back down at the table and he went back to work, cooking me some eggs.

I watching him, drinking my coffee and smiling to myself. I’d never lost myself like that during a blowjob before. I never just let loose and didn’t care what he thought or what was right. In that moment, all I wanted was more and more, and Gates had more for me.

When he finished cooking, he placed the plate of eggs in front of me. I dug in, and although they weren’t great, I was starving. He sat down across from me and tucked into his own eggs.

I looked up and was about to say something when Gates suddenly perked up. I cocked my head, not sure what was happening, and then I heard it: the sound of tires on gravel.

“Randy,” Gates said, standing. He went over to the coffee table and grabbed his gun.

“He’s early,” I said.

Gates, nodded, looking serious. “Stay here.”

He went to the door and threw it open. The sound of tires tearing up gravel was more insistent.

Randy was driving fast, faster than he should have.

Something was happening, and I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I
quickly cleared
my head as I stood out in the sharp, cold mountain air. The memory of Piper’s lips around my cock still lingered, but I had to get my shit together.

Randy was tearing ass up the road. There was no way this was just about those supplies, otherwise he wouldn’t be driving so damn fast. I held my gun loosely but ready at my side as he slammed on his brakes, skidding over the gravel.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself into stillness. I had been trained to control myself, to drop into a near-meditative state during combat. That way, I could react faster and there was nothing distracting me from what I had to do.

Randy jumped from his truck and walked toward me. “Who you hidin’ from?” he asked me. He looked angry.

“Not your concern,” I said.

“It’s my concern now, damn it,” he said.

“What happened?”

“Proximity alarms tripped early this morning.”

I nodded. That made fucking sense. Of course he had proximity alarms. That was how he knew we were here.

“And then what?” I asked.

“Some big guys, mean lookin’ bastards, were drivin’ around in some fancy black truck. They stopped and started questionin’ me, wanted to know if I saw a girl and a big guy around here. I said no and the one guy held a gun at my fuckin’ face.”

“Did you tell them?”

“No,” he growled. “I didn’t. Barely got out of there alive, though. Those bastards are still drivin’ around down there, but they’re comin’, that’s for sure.”

“How’d you beat them up here?”

“They don’t know the way like I do.”

“Thanks, Randy,” I said, turning away.

“Wait,” he called out. “You hold on now. We ain’t done here.”

I turned back to him and he was holding an old pistol pointed directly at my chest. I cursed softly. I hadn’t realized he was packing, since he showed up so damn fast. Another stupid mistake.

“Drop your piece, son,” Randy said.

I nodded and slowly placed the gun on the ground. I stood back up, hands in the air.

“What do you want?” I asked him. “We need to leave before those men get here.”

“Money. Everything you have.”

“No,” I said. “We can’t do that.”

“You don’t have a choice, son. Money or you die.” He walked up toward me, getting closer and closer. I waited patiently, letting him get within range.

“We need that money to get away from these men. If you rob us, you’re killing us.”

“Not my problem, kid,” he said. “You’ll figure it out. Your daddy was a bastard but he sure was resourceful. I’m sure you’re the same.”

Fucking asshole. My father was a piece of shit, but that didn’t give Randy the right to talk shit.

Randy got closer and closer and I could see the fear in his eyes. He’d never held up a man before and probably never shot one. His grip was too tight and I could see the sweat on his brow.

It was now or never. I struck fast, slapping the gun with the outside of my right hand. He pulled the trigger and the gun went off, but the bullet flew harmlessly into the air.

I followed that move by stepping forward and turning slightly. I grabbed the wrist of his right hand and pivoted my body, shoving my left hip into his gut. I tossed him over, throwing him to the ground. I held onto his wrist, twisting as he hit, causing him to scream in pain. I put on a little more pressure and made sure it broke. He dropped the gun instantly.

“What’s happening?” Piper said, terror in her voice.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Randy here was just trying to rob us.”

“You broke my damn hand,” he yelled. “Oh you bastard, you broke it!”

“You tried to kill me. What did you expect?”

He groaned. “Let me go, you son of a bitch.”

I squeezed tighter then kicked him in the gut before releasing him. I quickly patted him down, making sure he had no other weapons, but he was harmless.

“Asshole,” he groaned as he rolled over.

“Come on,” I said to Piper. “Get your stuff. We have to run.”

“Run? Why?”

“Randy here said that some tough guys in a nice truck came around looking for us.”

“They’re here,” she said and the fear intensified.

“They must be checking anywhere that my family has any connections to. I don’t think they actually know we’re here.”

“Okay. Okay. Let me get my stuff.” She ran inside.

Randy rolled off the porch and onto the gravel. He was slowly crawling away and I just watched him. That piece of shit. I would have paid him something if he hadn’t pulled that gun, but he had to be an asshole.

I went back inside and gathered what little I had. I got a bag from a closet and threw some supplies in there. Some food, some water, some survival gear. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I wanted to be prepared. Five minutes later, we were out front and ready to go.

Randy was sitting behind the wheel of his truck, breathing deeply and trying not to look over at us. I smirked at him but didn’t push it. I knew there wasn’t much honor in beating up an old man, even one that had a fucking gun pointed at my face.

“Ready?” I asked Piper.

“Ready.”

We stepped off the porch.

Just then, the sound of gravel churning up came echoing up the road.

I looked at her and we walked faster. Randy climbed out of his truck and peered down the hill.

“That’s them,” he said.

“Fuck,” I answered. “Is there another way out?”

He shrugged. “Might be.”

“Listen to me, you motherfucking cunt. You’re going to drive us out of here, and now.”

“No,” he said. “Don’t think I am.”

The truck was gaining, coming faster and faster. They could see us as well as we could see them, and the truck was flying now.

“Listen to me,” I said, pulling my gun. “How about I just kill you right here?”

“Then you’re really stuck.”

“Gates,” Piper warned.

“Fuck.” I wanted to break this bastard’s teeth in through his skull. “Fifty dollars.”

He smiled. “Two hundred.”

“I’ll do one hundred, and I won’t fucking break your knees when we’re done.”

“Fine. Get in.”

I nodded at Piper and we jumped around the front of the truck. She threw open the door and climbed inside.

But it was too late. The mafia truck pulled up, not too far away. Randy started the engine and it roared to life as I took aim at the mafia’s car. I squeezed off some shots, hitting their front windshield and cracking it.

One of the doors in the back flung open and a man jumped out. He took aim and fired as I dove back behind Randy’s truck. Piper screamed.

“Get down,” I yelled. I fired back, winging the guy, forcing him back. He yelled in anger and pain. I squeezed off a few more shots and hit one of the tires of their car as I climbed into Randy’s truck.

“Go!” I yelled. “Go, motherfucker!”

Randy hit the gas and we lurched forward. I leaned out the window and squeezed off more shots, pinning them back, as Randy’s truck flew off the gravel path and down a thin dirt track.

The mafia truck receded into the distance as Randy drove. I climbed back inside. “Everyone okay?”

“Yeah,” Randy said.

“Shut up, Randy.” I looked at Piper. “You okay?”

She nodded. “I’m okay.”

“Good.”

She hugged me, pressing herself against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.

That was too fucking close. If Randy had been a bigger piece of shit, or if those mafia guys had been a little more competent, we’d be caught. Hell, if Randy hadn’t come to warn us and rob us, we’d be fucked.

We drove like that for a while. Randy eventually turned back onto a gravel path, and I could tell we were winding our way down toward town. It took another forty minutes before we saw signs of civilization, and another ten before we finally pulled into the parking lot of a Wal-Mart.

We climbed out of the truck.

“Here’s where I leave you,” Randy said, holding his hand out.

“Actually,” I said, “this is where we leave you.”

He looked at me. “Oh, fuck no.”

“Sorry, Randy,” I said. I stepped toward him and pressed the gun against his gut. “Keys,” I said.

He dropped them in my hand. “Son of a bitch. Just like your daddy.”

I smiled at him then reached into my pocket. I took out the hundred dollars that I had counted out earlier and shoved them into his hand. “Payment, just like we agreed.”

“Asshole.”

“Good luck, Randy. If I ever see you again, I’ll break your knees.”

“Fuck off.”

I smiled and waved, then climbed back into the truck. Piper got in beside me. I rolled the windows up and pulled away.

“Did you have to steal this truck?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “It was the only way we’d get a ride. Safest way, at least.”

“I feel bad.”

“I gave him money. Plus, he tried to fucking kill me.”

“Good point.”

“Those mafia guys aren’t after him. Randy will be fine. And if he’s not, I won’t lose any sleep over it.”

Piper sighed and leaned back, shaking her head. “I can’t believe they found us so fast.”

“I know. I underestimated them.”

“How, though?”

“That cabin is in my father’s name. I’m guessing they’re going around checking records all over the place, making calls, trying to find any hole I might crawl into.”

“Nowhere is safe,” she said softly.

“That’s not true.”

“Where can we go? We’ll run out of cash eventually. We can’t use our cards. We’re screwed.”

“I know somewhere safe.”

“Where?” she asked, breathless.

“The safest place on the planet, actually. The United Stated Military.”

She looked at me as I grinned back at her and she started laughing. I hit the gas harder and let the truck lurch forward as we headed down the highway.

I had a plan, but I didn’t know if it was a good one. It was a long shot, but at this point, any shot was better than nothing.

I just hoped that my old commander was in a good mood.