Two Weeks With a SEAL (The Wakefield Romance Series) (15 page)

"Leave Ray and me
alone," Chad ground out, and I could see his fingers twitch around Duke's
throat, "if you don't, I'll make you wish you were dead." His hand
squeezed tighter around Duke's throat and I grabbed Chad's jacket sleeve,
screaming a tearful, "Stop," Chad's hold releasing instantly.

Duke coughed and rubbed
at his throat, spitting on the pavement at our feet, backing away from us back
to his truck a couple parking spaces away. "You'll regret that Navy
boy," he pointed at Chad, kicking his scuffed boots at an imaginary rock
as he jogged to his Dodge.

Chad stood there as Duke
roared out of the strip mall parking lot, his hands clenching and un-clenching
by his sides, his chest heaving in and out as I looked at him, my hand on his
chest and a few fearful tears streaming down my cheeks. I picked up one of the
larger bags Chad had set down, wiping at my eyes with the back of my hand and
reaching for the door handle. He climbed in the driver’s seat without a word,
practically throwing the bag in the backseat, cranking the Silverado to life
and peeling out of the parking space, roaring through the yellow light and out
onto the Rural highway towards home.

I sat there with my
hands sandwiched between my knees, looking out my window, unsure if I should
say anything till I felt his fingers on my elbow. Turning to him I saw that
he's raised the center console and his arm was outstretched to me, his fingers
rubbing lightly at the tender skin begging me to slide over. I couldn't deny
him especially since he had a notable sadness in his eyes and I slid over as
his arm wrapped around me, my head going against his chest. "I'm sorry I
scared you," he whispered, kissing the top of my head and brushing the
stray hairs back from my face as I looked up at him.

"I'm not scared of
you," I say, my hand rubbing across his t-shirt, feeling his muscles
twitch underneath, "I'm scared for you." I didn't want him to ever
get hurt doing anything, whether it was out in the desert or here at home in a
brawl with dumb-ass Duke Orr. "Let's forget about it and just get
home," I say, snuggling my cheek into his arm, squeezing his chest with my
arm. He mumbled a reply, speeding down the rural route as the smell of our food
filled the cab, the sun just starting to go down.

As I sat cross-legged on
the living room floor, snug between the couch and the coffee table, the Chinese
food spread all over the glass top, Chad laughing next to me at the episode of
Family Guy on the TV, I couldn't help but think once more, this was the life I
wanted. This was the life I was going to have after Chad came back to me. After
I had him to my own again. I had dreamed for years about this very moment,
trying to fill Chad's spot with other men, trying to lean on the idea that this
man would come back to me and he had. He was right here, to my right hand,
laughing so hard that his face was turning red. I couldn't help but smile at
him and his goofiness.

Checking the walls, we saw
that they were all dry, so we started to uncover and move all the furniture
back into place. Pulling the last thing back into place, I turned to Chad,
"You need to go over to your mom's for a little while," as he gives
me a confused smile, I say, "because I have a special dinner
planned."

"Okay," he
says, drawing it out, giving me a slated look. He slowly starts to walk from
the kitchen and I get up behind him, my hands on his hips, trying to push his
steel like body along towards the door. "Hey, hey," he says turning
and grabbing my wrists as my face bumps into his chest, "I'm going, I'm
going, but what shall I do when I'm over there?" His sly grin makes my
heart jump and my knees tremble. Grabbing a bag of clothes I had put together
for him, I shove them into his hands.

"Think of all the
things I'm gonna do to you later in bed," I say, shoving him out of the
stoop with a pouty look on his face.

"You're gonna leave
me hangin' like that," he playfully shouts, scratching his beard and I
just wink at him.

"Yup," I say,
blowing him a kiss and shutting the door in his face with a giggle.

It was already past four
and it would take me a good two hours to cook the roast I had planned so I
prayed silently that Dana would keep Chad occupied like I had told her too.
Running into the kitchen, I slide in my socks across the slick hardwood,
gripping the door handle of the fridge being the only thing stopping me from
crashing through the glass sliding door. Taking out the five pound venison
roast that I had snatched from my freezer yesterday, I threw it along with
carrots, potatoes, onions and Brussels sprouts onto the counter, pulling a
large ceramic casserole dish from the cupboard. Chopping, slicing, peeling and
spicing was my world for forty five minutes, putting the roast in the
pre-heated oven, setting the timer and sprinting up the stairs to shower and
dress.

Standing before the bed,
dripping wet with the towel wrapped around me I surveyed my outfit that was
laid on the comforter before me. A short, black lace dress with thin straps
that I had only worn once, to the Victoria Secrets Christmas party before my
mother's death, with sheer thigh high stockings with garters at the top, and
red satin heels.
Ohh-eee,
I say in my head as I scrub the towel over my
body and hair, throwing it to the floor and pulling on my matching white lace
undie and bra set. Pulling the stockings up to sit at the top of my thighs and
pulling the dress over them, smoothing it out, I slip the heels on and stand,
seeing my reflection in the mirror over the dresser. Leaning my hips on the
dresser, I pin my bangs back, scrunching mousse into my hair and leaving it
down. I apply mascara and a little red lip gloss, leaving the rest bare just
the way Chad said he liked it.

Going down the stairs in
those damn heels I almost fall, twice, catching myself on the banister and
almost twisting my ankle as I hit the last step. They click all the way into
the kitchen, the smells of the roast just starting to fill the room. I throw
the clams I had already steamed and shucked into the food processor, blending
them with celery and other vegetables to put back on the half shell to make our
appetizer stuffed clams. Chad absolutely loved stuffed clams and I know he'll
freak when he sees that I've made them, the thought of it bringing a smile to
my face as I stir the batter for a chocolate cake. Chad had the best stove for
cooking a multiple course meal because it had two ovens. Which meant that I
didn't have to disturb the heat for the roast while putting the cake or clams
in. I simply just put them in the other section.

It was a little after
seven-thirty when I heard the front door open, a smile creeping across my lips
as I stir the gravy I had made from the juice in the roast. "I sure hope
this is worth all the stuff my mom had me doin. She had me up on the
roof....." I could hear his footsteps come to an abrupt stop and I could
see him out of the corner of my eye. "Wow," he whispers out and I
turn to face him, giving him a wink.

He looked delicious in
his black dress pants, red dress shirt and black tie. He had his hair pulled
back into a tight, short nob of a ponytail, the grey streaks standing out
against the light brown. He had trimmed his beard but not shaved it and his
hand went up to his chin, rubbing along it as he looked me up and down, his
shoulder leaning on the doorframe.

"You don't look too
shabby yourself," I say, giving him a grin and turning back to stir the
gravy. Everything was done and I had already set out the clams with wine,
"Just sit down," I say, waving my hand at the table.

"Wow," he said
again as he sat at the table, his eyes wide as I put a couple of the clams on
his plate, "are these?"

"Yup," I
smiled seeing his grin as he dug his fork into the still steaming concoction of
clams, vegetables and cheese. Putting it to his mouth I just watched, his eyes
closing for a split second and a low 'mmmm' sound rumbling from his chest
making me smile wide. "You like them," I ask, my hand on his
shoulder.

"I love them,"
he grinned, wrapping his arm around my leg and pulling me to him, "but not
as much as I love you." I laughed because he had that crooked grin on his
face and I just had to lean down and kiss him, his hand making me linger for a
few more before I broke free to get all the other food together. I don't think
Chad's eyes could've gotten any wider when I brought the platter with the
venison and veggies over, licking his lips and everything making me giggle.
When I sat down, he grabbed my seat and pulled me over closer to him, our legs
brushing each other under the table. He 'mmm'd' and 'yum'd' through the entire
meal, licking his fingers and lips every chance he got, winking at me every
time he caught me staring at him.

Leaning back in his
chair, rubbing his hands over his stomach, he sighed, "I don't think I can
eat another bite. That was wonderful." He grabbed my arm lightly, pulling
me over and kissing my cheek, brushing his still bristly chin on my face making
me giggle. "But is that chocolate cake I smell," I can feel his grin
against my cheek, his lips brushing the side of my face as he kissed my ear
making my skin tingle and goose-bump. I nod my head and get up to bring the
cake over, Chad's hands on my waist stopping me and pulling me down onto his
lap.

His blue eyes were dark
and his touch was thoroughly soft as he ran his hands down my back and bare
arms. His hand roamed over the lace of my dress, stopping at the hem. His skin
made a slight scratching sound as it rubbed against the nylon material of my
stockings as he slipped his fingers under the hem of my dress, my eyes rolling
back in my head at the sensation. "The cake can wait till later," he
whispered against my lips, his hand still making its slow journey up my thigh.
I let out a contented sigh as his fingers came over the garter at the top of my
stockings, the warmth from him filling me with heat, his words echoing in my
head making me smile as his mouth finds mine.

I throw my arms around
his neck, pulling his face closer to mine deepening the kiss. He stands,
scooping me into his arms and holding me tight to his chest. "The cake can
definitely wait," I whisper against his neck as we make out way up the
stairs, "everything can wait till later."

January 25, 2012

I have only four more
days with Chad.
Four more days.
It makes my hands shake just thinking
about it, but then I remember I have to be strong. I have to be strong for
Chad. I have to be strong for Dana. I have to be strong for me so that I don't
have a mental breakdown when Monday comes.
Monday
. I don't think I'll
ever look at is as just the start of the work week ever again.

But for right now it was
Wednesday and Wednesday was a lazy day for Chad and I. It's already past three
and we haven't even gotten dressed yet. We've just laid in bed in our pajamas only
leaving to get food from the kitchen and use the bathroom. We were laughing
through the last couple minutes of a Family Guy DVD when Chad's phone started
to play Stewie Griffin yelling "Mama, mama, mom, mom."

"Hello,
momma," he said as I jumped on top of his chest, my legs straddling him as
he tried to stifle the loud 'umpf' that came out. I could hear Dana on the
other end as she asked what we were doing for dinner but I was too occupied
with biting at Chad's neck, trying to get a reaction out of him while he was on
the phone the same way he does with me. "Yes ma'am we'll come over for
dinner then we're headin out to the Dow farm for a party."

He was squirming
underneath me when I heard Dana say, "You stay clear of that Orr boy, he's
only asking for trouble," and I smiled into Chad's chest before I kissed
it. I laughed a little then took the phone from Chad's hand, "I'll make
sure he does Dana, but I can't promise that I won't rip Holly's hair out."
She laughed and so did Chad, kissing my lips and running his hands over my
tank.

"Alright,"
Dana giggled and I knew she would love to see me rip that skank's hair out,
"be at my house for dinner at five." Giving her an okay, she hung up
with a sweet 'I love you both' and I laid my head on Chad's chest, enjoying the
feeling of his fingers running through my hair.

We showered, taking our
time, and dressed, Chad's pinching my butt the entire way across his yard to
his mother's house at a little before five. Dinner at Dana's was great as
always and I could barely walk as we left being so stuffed, stepping out into
the slightly chilly air, Chad's fingers pinching at my blue-jeaned butt once
again as I tried to lumber my way across to the house. Knowing that Harlan
would have a huge bonfire out on the farm like he always did at parties, I
still changed into my new flannel lined jeans that I had ordered out of a
Cabela's magazine, pulling my blue, fuzzy on the inside, fake Uggs over them
and throwing on a tank with a thermal Henley, I jogged down the stairs. I could
smell the coffee half way down so I knew where Chad was and wrapping my arms
around his waist I hugged him tight as he stood in front of the coffee pot,
looking at his phone.

"Reno texted
me," he said with a cheery edge, making my curiosity bloom so I peeked
around his arm and to the screen of his phone. "Rosa's pregnant," he
said, turning and wrapping me in his arms with a wide smile on his face.