Touched By Midas (SEALs Going Hot Book 4) (8 page)

“I’m going to paddle you ten times on both sides of your ass. When I’m done, you’re going to turn over and scoot onto the mattress. Understood?”

He beamed.

Tiny bubbles of glee filled her as though she’d just finished off a bottle of sparkling water. Damn this was fun.

She positioned herself behind him, found a solid stance and commenced with swatting his cute ass exactly ten times on each side. When she finished, a pretty shade of pink stained his butt. Based on the way Midas hollered, “Yeah, baby,” and wagged his bottom each time the flip flop met his flesh, he seemed to be enjoying the play as much as she did administering the smacks.

As she’d ordered, Midas turned over and lay across the bed when she’d finished. He looked at her expectantly.

“I want you to watch carefully. There may be a test when I’m done,” she said, caressing her breasts.

She turned her back to him, then unclasped the front hook of her bra. Glancing over her shoulder, she let the lacy lingerie fall to the floor. For her encore, she slipped both hands down the sides of her torso. When she found the string of her panties, she hooked her fingers around it and bent at the waist. After spreading her feet, she slowly shimmied the barely-there undies down her legs to her ankles. Still folded over, she slid one hand up inside her calf and thigh, coming to a stop at her pussy. Starting with the hard nub of her clit, she ran two fingers through the drenched folds and back again, then one more time because it felt so damn good.

“Come over here, Angie,” Midas called from the bed. “I want to fuck you so bad my dick hurts. You’re so fucking hot.”

Angie rose and faced the SEAL. His cock, thick and full, stood straight up. An invitation she could not refuse.

“From now until I say, you cannot touch me. Understood?”

“At this point, I’ll do just about anything you want,” he answered. “Just don’t stop.”

From the end of the bed, she crawled to him on her hands and knees. When she reached his big toe, she licked the tip, followed by nips and scrapes of her teeth up the inside of his thigh. At the apex of his legs, she flicked her tongue several times over his balls.

“Damn woman. Damn,” he said hoarsely.

Placing her hands on each of his legs to keep him still, she angled her head and licked the underside of his cock at its root. The muscles in Midas’ thighs quaked. Using the tip of her tongue, she swirled a wet path up his penis. At the head, she opened her mouth and swallowed him whole.

His fists pounded the mattress at his sides and his back arched as he groaned loud enough to send vibrations throughout his body.

She bobbed her head up and down the length of him, occasionally outlining the ridge of his cock’s rounded tip, taking him higher and higher. When he balled the comforter in his hands, she stopped to give him a brief respite.

Angie crawled on top of him and sat over his stomach, then cupped her breasts.

“You’ve done well, sailor. Here’s part of your reward.”

Leaning over him, she placed one nipple in his mouth.

“Suck it,” she commanded on a whisper.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He latched on to the hard kernel and drew it into his mouth with just enough pull to shoot a rocket of pleasurable pain down to her toes. Several deliciously torturous moments later, she removed the aching breast from him and put the other darkened bud between his lips. With each forceful drag on her the tender nub, her pussy clenched in anticipation. She could feel creamy wetness trickling down her thighs. She was hot, bothered and more than ready to feel the SEAL’s iron rod deep within her.

She peeled away from him, and a soft
pop
sounded as her nipple left his warm mouth.

“Do you have a condom?” The words as much a statement of hope as it was a question.

He grabbed a small foil packet from the nightstand. She’d been so into her foreplay, she hadn’t even noticed it was there.

Angie slipped off Midas while he ripped open the wrapper and unrolled the sheath over his erect penis. Just seeing him briefly manhandle himself sent a shiver of desire down her arms. When he was ready, she once again straddled him, hovering her waiting slit over his hard cock.

Carefully, she lowered herself, taking inch after thick inch of him. So much time had passed since she’d last had sex, her pussy was tight but more than prepared to accommodate his length. When her clit met the solid muscle of his groin, she began rocking. With each back and forth motion, she grinded the sensitive nub against him, reveling in heady pleasure. The overpowering need for fulfillment spurred her to gyrate faster, as did the desire to feel his rough touch on her skin.

“Grab my ass,” she hissed on a breathy exhale. “Squeeze it.”

Midas adhered to her command, filling his hands with her flesh. He gripped her with powerful fingers, but it wasn’t enough.

“Harder. That’s it. Harder!” Her spoken words were almost lost in the frenzy of rhythmic up and down movements, their bodies crashing against each other over and over. The more pressure he applied to her bottom, the closer she crept toward coming.

The moment Midas closed his eyes and arched his back, the last tenuous tie to this world ripped from her grasp. Raw adrenaline flooded her system. A mighty surge of euphoria, a physical high like none other, seemed to spirit her soul into a weightless atmosphere filled with bright stars, leaving her heaving body behind.

Sweaty and exhausted, she tumbled on to his chest. Her heart drummed quickly in her ears. Her breath was nothing more than a pant.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

“Sleep now, you wild little thing. You’ve had a long day,” Midas murmured before kissing her on top of her head.

Without the strength to do much more than nod, Angie mumbled something even she didn’t understand, and continued to happily float off into space.

Chapter Seven

A bright, red-orange glow filled Midas’ closed eyes. He yawned and stretched, then scratched the furry patch below his navel. He was about to grab his morning wood when he remembered he wasn’t alone. His lips curled, his body and mind too satisfied to be anything less than content.

The space on the mattress next to him didn’t stir. Most likely Angie had worn herself out. Considering the amount of dancing she did and the stupendous sex they’d had, he wouldn’t be surprised if she slept until mid-afternoon. In the meantime, he would quietly slip from bed, cut a rose from one of his blooming bushes outside and do all the prep work for an amazing breakfast. Voila! Another point added to his date score. When he dropped her off at her place, she would be hard pressed to say their time together wasn’t one of the best. He’d have his date to the concert. His SEAL team would eat crow, not to mention six eggs and six pieces of bacon before every mission.

They would be safe.

He yawned again and realized he could hear the sound of a guitar being lightly strummed from somewhere outside. His eyes flew open. A quick run of his hand over the sheet to his right registered no warmth—and no Angie.

Lifting the weight of his upper body onto his elbows, he took a gander around his bedroom. The marble floor was littered with his white boxer-briefs, her bra and panties, and a flip flop. His grin turned into a full-on smile.

What a night. Best fucking sex ever. The stubborn school teacher ended up being a real sex kitten. He should have guessed. She could paddle his ass and command him ten ways to Sunday whenever she liked.

Midas dragged himself off the bed, wrapped himself in a robe and went out to find the little minx. He didn’t have to look far. From the living room he could see through the open window to the patio where she sat in a deck chair, feet propped up on a twenty-gallon cooler, facing the ocean. She’d found the old acoustic guitar he kept leaned over his stack of National Geographic magazines near the television.

He strained to hear the oddly familiar melody, but couldn’t recall the name of the tune. Though barely audible, her voice mixed with the culled notes of the guitar.

The scene before him, casual and easy, set well within him. He really hadn’t known what to expect the morning after with Angie, if he got her into his bed. But what he saw exceeded anything he could have imagined.

Humming, he padded into the kitchen to brew some joe before picking up a whiff of freshly ground coffee beans. God love the woman, she’d already made a pot.

She continued to play as he poured a mug of the black gold and walked out to the patio. The name of the song stood on the tip of his tongue.

“What is that?”

Angie started and let out a yip before putting a hand over her heart.

“Oh my God! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Sorry. My bad.” He placed his cup on the patio table. “I recognize that song. What’s the name?”

“Just an old tune from the eighties.” She set the guitar on the ground beside her. “I think it’s called ‘Daddy’s Not Far From Home.’”

“Yeah, that’s right. It’s a song from the A-side of Stereo Arsenal’s
Better Off Rocked
album. I remember now.” He plopped onto the remaining chair. “I thought you said you didn’t like rock-and-roll.”

“You know how it is.” She grabbed her mug and held it between both hands. “It’s a ballad and was played so often, a person couldn’t help but learn the melody. The chords are easy enough to pick out. Any ten-year-old could play it in their sleep.”

He nodded to the old guitar. “You sounded pretty good. How about another song? Something slow and easy to go along with this beautiful day.”

“Not right now.” She reclined in the chair and closed her eyes. “I think I’ll just enjoy my coffee and the sun on my face.”

Only then did he realize her damp strands of dark hair and the fact she wore his shirt from the night before. She must have showered. No wonder she smelled so good and looked so fresh. Even without a drop of makeup, she was nothing less than beautiful.

“Why did you send your sisters over to help me get ready for the fair?” She rolled her head against the back of the chair and opened one eye.

The temptation to weave a grand tale loomed before him like a piece of cheese in a mousetrap. But why lie and possibly get caught when the truth was simple enough?

“I thought you might have some preconceived notions about me, so I wanted to send people your way who have known me all their lives. My sisters are genuinely nice women who would do about anything for me, and me them. I figured they would help you get to know the real me better. And I know for a fact they say what’s on their minds, like our mother. Anything they told about me, good or bad, came straight from their hearts.” He picked up his cup and took a sip. “Plus they’re a hell of a lot of fun. At least they are now. When we were kids, they drove me crazy.”

Apparently satisfied with his answer, she reclosed her eye and rolled back her head.

A few minutes passed by in pleasant quietness. The only sounds came from the ocean and a flock of noisy birds flitting between trees. He was fairly certain she’d fallen asleep when she broke the silence.

“Why did you take me to the fair on our date?”

He sighed. Why were women so inquisitive? Most likely he’d be an old man before he figured the fairer sex out. They were as mysterious and unpredictable as the sea.

“Kind of the same reason I sent my sisters, but I wanted you to see me with my family,” he answered truthfully. “I thought even if you didn’t have the best date of your life, you’d at least see I’m not the bad guy you seemed to think I am, and maybe decide to go out with me again.”

“Like to the concert?”

“Yes, but not just the concert. Whenever I’m on base or in town on vacation. I’d like to spend more time with you.”

Angie put a shading hand on her forehead and gave him a pointed look of surprise, but didn’t say a word.

Holy hand grenades. Where had that come from?

Midas pushed the question aside, not willing to give it any thought.

Getting involved with a woman is bad mojo, he reminded himself. Just because she was beautiful and smart and intriguing and could jump in with both feet when his entire family were doing their thing didn’t mean it was time to forget his guiding principal. His A number one rule to maintaining luck.

He shifted in his seat and let out an unexpected moan. His ass still stung in all the right ways.

Fuck!

She was also the best lay he’d ever had. When that li’l bit took control last night, she’d been more fun than—

He stopped himself. Damn it! He wasn’t going to think about that stuff. Time to change the mental channel.

“You’ve met my family. Tell me a little about yours,” he said casually in between sips of coffee. “Where did you grow up?”

She took a moment. Hand still shading her eyes, she gazed out over the beach.

“I’m an only child. I guess you can say I grew up on the road. My father’s work had us traveling all the time.”

“Kind of sounds like a typical military family. I was lucky. My parents met a few years before my dad retired from the Navy. We spent most of our time here and at a ranch near Austin.”

Midas regarded Angie’s shapely legs while she continued to watch the tide roll in. Her bare feet looked soft, well taken care of. Bright red polish had been painted on her toes. Red. The lady wore red. A lucky color. A good omen.

He shook his head, clearing the thought.

“Was your dad in the military?” he asked.

“No,” she said before rubbing her stomach. “You about ready for some breakfast? I’m starving.”

After eating and shower sex that lasted long enough to empty the bottle of
butano
that heated his on-demand hot water system, Angie claimed the need to go home and finish grading some essays. Reaganomics. Those poor bastards still in high school.

He pulled up to her house and they sat there, each looking at each other while the elephant also sharing the front seat waited to be acknowledged.

His pulse quickened. She had to go to the concert. He had to get the other SEALs to start following his pre-mission routine and draw good fortune to their team. Every little bit helped when they were in the thick of a battle and enough bullets shot through the air to turn each of them into a human Swiss cheese.