Hot SEAL, April's Fool by Becca Jameson (smart books to read .txt) 📗

grazed her nipples, she arched her chest, her mouth falling open. “Cole…”

“God, I love that sound, ladybug.”

She slid farther down his thighs so that his cock bobbed in front of her. It was impossible to resist the sly grin she gave him before moving even lower down his body so she could lean over and take him into her mouth.

He moaned the moment her lips surrounded the head of his erection, and he gripped her shoulders when she wrapped her hand around his length and lowered her face.

“April…” His voice was filled with both pleasure and warning.

“Mmm,” she responded, sucking him hard as she hollowed her cheeks and lifted almost off his cock.

God, she loved the sound he made deep in his throat. It propelled her to continue. Sucking him off had always made her feel powerful and sexy. It was even better now. She groaned around his length as she sucked him deeper, her grip on the base moving up and down with her lips. When she let her teeth lightly graze up his length, he arched his hips up and reached for her.

“Jesus… April…”

She grinned as she released him and crawled back up his body. “You liked that?”

“Understatement.” He lifted her hips and held her over his cock. “Ride me.”

She watched his expression as she slowly lowered onto his erection. It was torture for her, but judging by his face, it was worse for him. His grip on her hips told her he wanted to yank her down until she was fully seated.

Just to make him mad with lust, she lifted back off before letting him fill her completely. He made an indecipherable sound. Frustration. Desire. Desperation.

Most of the times they’d had sex when they were eighteen, they’d needed to be discreet, quiet, careful. Now, they could let loose, enjoy every moment. If her neighbors heard them, tough.

“Ladybug, please.” The sound of him begging made her pussy clench. She finally dropped all the way down on top of his length, but only because she couldn’t stand the torture any longer either. She ground her clit against the base of his erection, moaning as she rubbed herself.

Cole’s hands moved from her hips to her breasts, molding to them, squeezing and pinching her nipples until she gasped. “You just gonna sit there, or are you going to ride me, ladybug? If you don’t start moving, I’m going to flip you over and take over.”

She smiled, planting her hands on his chest. “Patience, big guy. I’m memorizing the moment.”

He stopped moving, his hands softening on her breasts, his gaze meeting hers, his brow furrowed, expression serious. One hand slid up to cup her face, his thumb stroking her bottom lip. His gaze roamed all over her face, taking a cue from her and obviously committing this to memory himself.

His other hand slid down to her clit, and when he started rubbing her sensitive nub, she gasped and tightened her thighs around his hips. Eventually, she needed the friction at least as much as he did, and she lifted almost off him and then thrust back down.

He moaned, his hand still cupping her face, but no longer moving. His other hand worked her clit though, lifting and lowering with her.

Her eyes slid closed, and she went inside her head, basking in the feelings. Images flitted through her mind. The first time they’d had sex; how her eyes had popped open when he’d fully entered her. The time they fucked in the back of his truck on a warm spring night before finals. The time he’d snuck in her bedroom window and spent the entire night holding her. They’d fallen asleep and almost gotten caught in the morning before he could scramble out.

“April…” His voice dragged her back to the present and she blinked at him as she picked up the pace, every thrust bringing her closer to orgasm.

“I’m gonna come,” she whispered.

“I hope so,” he teased through gritted teeth.

She moved faster, biting her bottom lip, trying to hold back the rising need. It was impossible though. She lost the battle, her pussy clutching at his cock rhythmically as she came. She kept bouncing up and down on him, needing more, needing everything.

When he grabbed her hips again and moaned, she knew he was close. A moment later, he stiffened, jacking his hips up into her and holding her down tight against him. His body shook with the pulses of his release, and she’d never seen anything sexier in her life.

Yeah, she was in so much trouble. Even if he never told her what happened that day ten years ago, she was lost to him. Even if he hurt her again, she could not deny him or herself this connection. She wouldn’t tell him now, but she would start making some calls. No way was he going back to San Diego without her.

She’d lost ten years. She wouldn’t lose another day.

Chapter 11

On Friday morning, Cole contacted Richard Chamberlain and asked him to meet him at the shop. It was time to figure out what would get Chamberlain off Cole’s back and allow him to keep the garage.

Chamberlain laughed at Cole through the phone. “Boy, I don’t have time to waste hanging around some mechanic’s shop. I’ll send one of my men to meet you there. They’ll have paperwork with them for you to sign.”

Cole gritted his teeth. “What paperwork?”

“To sign the shop over to me, of course. You and I both know you can’t pay off your father’s debts. That shop is mine.”

“Not a chance in hell.”

Chamberlain laughed again, the sound grating on Cole’s last nerve. “You don’t have a choice, do you? My man’s name is Dewey. He’ll meet you there in at noon.” The mayor hung up before Cole could respond.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he set the phone down and ran a hand through his hair.

“What’d he say?” April asked from the kitchen counter.

“Asshole seems to think there’s nothing to discuss and he plans to just take the shop.”

April visibly