Navy SEAL Romance: MC ROMANCE: Axel (Bad Boy Alpha Male Military Romance) (Military Suspense Protector Romance) (4 page)

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Why has she gotta play games with my head?

As David left Marie’s house, he was both raging and confused. He knew she wanted him, she’d made it pretty obvious, but why was she stalling and why did she invite him over?

“God damn women,” he muttered to himself, as he pulled his motorcycle into his usual parking bay and pulled off his helmet.

As he approached his house, he noticed a shadow in front of his door and it immediately sent his heckles up.
Who the hell?
He was on edge and ready to fight whoever it was. Could it be an intruder? He had no idea, but he was sure gonna find out. He had no weapon on him, but he had his rocky fists and he felt his fingers clench, as he swaggered to his door.

“Hey!” he shouted at the figure.

“Hey,” the meek voice replied and David stopped in his tracks.

“Suzanne? What are you doing here?” he stood rooted to the spot in shock. “I mean sorry. It’s great to see you,” and he lunged forward to hug her.

Squeezing her tight, he realized just how much he missed Damian’s family and he felt like never letting her go.

“I haven’t seen you in so long.”

“Erm… maybe you wanna rethink that?” she smirked.

“Eh?”

“The gas station the other day, you think I didn’t notice that beast of a bike of yours roaring into the place.”

“Oh…” he felt ashamed. “I was er…. You know…” he scoured his mind for an excuse.

“Don’t worry about it,” she soothed him. “I know you’ve got a lot to contend with.”

David didn’t know what to say. His mind was in a muddle and all he wanted to do was tell her the truth about Damian, but he couldn’t. For a moment, he moved his lips to speak, but his mouth went dry and nothing came out. He coughed instead and looked to the ground.

“Anyway,” Suzanne shifted to signal she was going to leave. “I just wanted to give you this.”

She grabbed his hand and uncurled his fingers. Placing something cold in the palm of his hand. She then gave him a weak smile before closing his fingers back up and hurrying to her car.

“Don’t be a stranger,” she called from the driver’s seat.

And she was gone with only a long plume of smoke floating up from the exhaust to signal her departure. David felt the metallic object in his hand and recognized it immediately. He felt the jagged edges and immediately, his eyes began to fill with tears. He couldn’t stop it and the pain only got more intense when he opened his eyes. Sitting in his hand were Damian’s dog tags, and they were as shiny and clean as the day he got them.

He headed inside and slammed the door closed. Holding the tags to his face, he let his tears fall onto them, as he held his head in pain. So many thoughts were swirling in his head. The day they all died never left him and it was time the truth came out.

He pulled out his phone and gripped it tight. With Officer Brady’s number at the ready, he held the phone to his ear and…. there was a knock on the door.
Must be Suzanne again
, he thought. Yet, as he opened the door, he stood face to face with Marie.

“Oh! How did you find me?” he asked, perplexed.

“Your address was in your file.”

“Oh yeah; of course,” and he went silent, embarrassed that she caught him crying.

“Have I come at a bad time?” she reached to hold him, but he pulled away.

“Sorry, it’s just… a lot on my mind.”

“I can see that, David, but I’m here to help you. Please, won’t you let me in?”

He slumped in resignation. Looking down at his phone, he could see Officer Brady had answered his call.

“Hello?”

They could both hear the older man’s voice from the phone.

“I guess I have a lot of explaining to do,” David hung up the phone and gestured for Marie to enter. “I’ll tell you everything.”

Once in his living room, he couldn’t help but spill out all his secrets. He held Marie’s hands tight as he spoke with his words catching in his throat. But, with her encouragement, it soon became easier to talk, and it wasn’t long until he felt the great relief come from offloading all the heavy memories that were holding him down.

“Damian,” he was still clutching onto the dog tags. “He wasn’t well.”

“In what way?” Marie leaned forward to hug David.

“Because I was the only one who returned, they all assumed I killed our own men… but it was Damian.”

“Are you saying he murdered your troop?” Marie was dumbfounded and reeled back.

David nodded.

“He was so unwell. The pressure was too much. We’d seen things out there you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy, but we lived through it every day,” he shook his head and gripped Marie tighter. “It was the hottest day when it happened. Up there on those dusty mountains with the sun shining down on you, it can feel like you’re not even on earth anymore. It was then that I noticed a change come over Damian. He started to talk funny, just say the strangest things. Then, he would become agitated and pace up and down for hours and hours. I was looking through my binoculars out onto the valley below when I heard the pop of gunfire behind me. I thought we were under attack, but when I turned round, I saw Damian shoot everyone down.”

“Jesus,” Marie was devastated. “That must have been so awful.”

David didn’t answer. There was a long silence, as he looked into space, his mind churning as he decided whether he should let Marie be privy to his greatest secret.

“I killed him,” he whispered. “It was either him or me. My reflexes made sure it was him.”

Marie didn’t say a word. She just held the man tight, as the grief shook through his body.

“I understand,” she kissed the side of his face. “You don’t need to say anymore,” and David turned his head, brushing his lips up against hers.

They kissed sweetly, as they held each other. There was no pressure or mind-games this time, just the all-encompassing passion and affection of two people who understood each other. Their kisses; however, soon became more desperate and they pushed up against each other wanting to feel more of each other’s bodies.

They pulled at one another, tugging at each other’s clothes and wrapped their limbs around one another’s bodies. David pulled Marie toward him tight and she climbed on top of him, her hair caressing the side of his face.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want,” she made sure she knew he was comfortable.

“I want you more than I can describe,” he traced a finger gently down the side of her cheek.

“I want you too,” she whispered, as she slid off her blouse to reveal her pert breasts.

He touched her delicately, feeling her curves all the way down to her hips. Then, he ripped at her skirt and tore it from her body. Rolling her off the couch, he pushed her onto the floor and kissed her hard. She spread her legs wide to feel him and he lay in between eagerly.

“I want you so much,” she reached up and bit into his chest playfully.

He reacted by nuzzling into her neck, as he pulled his penis from his boxer shorts. He was so much bigger than she imagined and, as she wrapped her hand around him, she was surprised at the size of his girth. Pumping her hand up and down, she listened to him groan and grew wet, as she heard his breathy voice and masculine grunts of pleasure.

“I want you inside me,” she opened her legs wider.

He wasted no time in satisfying both their urges, and he only teased her for a second, as he lingered his tip at her opening.

“Come on,” her voice rasped. “Push yourself inside me.”

He thrust into her hard with her screaming and tearing at his hair.

“Oh God!” she flung her head back, her back arched in ecstasy.

“You want it harder?” he asked, as he thrust into her over and over again.

“Yes!” she screamed even louder.

He obeyed her command by stabbing into her over and over again, as he felt climax approaching fast. Meanwhile, Marie was rocking her hips up and down, pushing herself onto him more and more, as she wanted to feel him all the way inside her.

“Harder!” she screamed one last time, as he pumped himself into her so hard and so fast he’d built himself up into a frenzy with sweat pouring from his brow.

They orgasmed in unison; their cries mingling with each other’s, as they shuddered with pleasure. Marie laid back exhausted with her thighs still quivering and ran her fingers down the sweaty space between his pecs.

“You’re the best,” she said, before closing her eyes.

David looked down on her adoringly before laying by her side.

“So are you.”

*****

The two Harleys were riding side by side with the wind in the couple’s faces. Marie was beaming with happiness, as she felt the warmth of the sun on her back and her new man by her side. Beside her, David got her attention, gave her a thumbs–up, and then swerved left off the beaten track.

Back out in the country, the young man was in his element and he gazed up at the dense forest and the high mountains of the national park and felt the calmness of nature descend on him. As they reached the end of the track, they climbed off their bikes and kissed each other.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yep,” David nodded. “Absolutely sure.” He looked up to the nearest mountain.

“Looks like a hell of a climb.” Marie held her hand up to her face, as she looked up. “But, it looks like fun.”

“That’s my girl.” David kissed her cheek. “I like a woman who’s up for a tough challenge.”

As they began to climb, David felt as though he couldn’t be held back. He was on a personal mission and he owed it to Damian to respect his honor. The climb was tough, but Marie was with him every step of the way with her hand in his.

“Nearly there,” he was breathing heavy, as his boots crackled on the rocky road. “Not long now.”

After a few hours, they were finally at the top and the view was breathtaking. Marie exhaled and whistled as she looked all around her.

“My God! It’s incredible!”

“Sure is. Damian loved the mountains.”

Marie went quiet for a moment, as she contemplated what to say next.

“Do you think you’ll ever tell anyone what really happened?”

“No,” his voice was stern and final. “As far as they know, it was an ambush. That’s the end of it.”

He gripped the dog tags in his hand and reached out his arm. Feeling the cool breeze lash the sand against his skin, he closed his eyes and whispered:

“I’m so sorry buddy. I’ll never forget you,” and he let the tags drift away in the wind.

The End

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The glow from the street lamp glistened through the rain drops. Detective Cooper was fidgeting in the driver’s seat of the blacked out Toyota Sequoia with his eyes fixed on the alleyway ahead. His partner, Brookess, sat beside him with a steaming coffee in his hands and a cigarette drooping from between his lips.

“You need to quit those,” Cooper said as he stared forward.

“Ugh… like you don’t have any bad habits?”

“I have plenty, but at least they aren’t proven to kill me,” he shrugged.

“Yeah well we’ve all gotta die of something,” Brookes took a long drag of the cigarette and rolled down the window to toss out the smoldering end. “Imagine how dumb you’d look if you were in a hospital bed dying of nothing.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’ve always got a smart-ass answer for everything,” Cooper averted his gaze to his partner and gave him a sly look. “But anyway…. We’ve been here for nearly four hours and still haven’t seen a thing,”

“Chill, they’ll come,” Brookes took a sip of his coffee and winced at the bitterness.  “They always do.”

The two narcotics officers had been on their first night of the stake out and Cooper was getting bored already. They’d been tailing the Russian mafia for almost six months and were starting to get a feel for them. A strategically placed undercover agent had informed them of a deal that was supposed to be taking place tonight, but so far they’d not shown up.

Cooper hated waiting, he wanted to be in the middle of the action, wanted to be at the heart of all the danger. But here he was stuck in the car with his surly partner and an agonizing backache. He grimaced at the pain and shifted in his seat again.

“What’s up?” Brookes looked over.

“Just my back.”

“Sports injury?”

“Nah… Injured in combat,” Cooper explained with a hint of pride in his voice.

There was an awkward silence for a moment as Brookes contemplated what to say next. He was intimidated by his partner and often found himself grasping for the right words to say. Fiddling with the crinkly wrapper of his cigarette packet he tried to distract himself for a moment before saying, “How come you never talk about your old Navy SEAL days?”

It was an innocent enough question but one Brookes regretted. He knew Cooper had seen things, knew his past was a grizzly one.

“I just don’t,” came Cooper’s cold reply. “I just don’t….” and he chewed on his thumbnail as he watched a black Range Rover in the distance.

It was traveling at a slow and ominous pace towards the alley, but just when the two detectives began to get excited, it sped away.

“False alarm,” Brookes tried to change the subject. “That was looking like a likely one,”

“Yeah…. But”

The crackle of the radio interrupted Cooper.

“We’ve got a 187 on the corner of Bentley and Maybole Avenue….” the female voice was urgent though relaxed as it relayed the information.

“Sounds like another one,” Cooper twisted the key to fire up the ignition.

And he pulled the car out the shadows, his eyes still fixed on the alley.

“I guess we’ll get them another time, eh?”

“Yeah…. Maybe,” Brookes sounded cynical as they pulled out onto the highway towards the crime scene.

The rain fell heavier as they drove, with nothing but the sound of the windshield wipers screeching across the glass. Brookes, although he wouldn’t admit it, idolized his partner, and wanted to ask him so many questions and wanted to learn everything about him. But he knew he wasn’t the most amiable guy and so he kept his head down and stayed silent.

Every now and again he’d make furtive glances over to Cooper and gaze at the scar that ran down the length of his neck. He’s heard stories, of course, tales about how the man earned his stripes in the Middle East, but he wasn’t sure how many of them were true or just idle gossip.

As they approached their destination they could see the hubbub in the street already. Flashing lights were outside the house, breaking up the crowd of neighbors who were trying to peek behind the police tape. An angry officer was trying to placate the chaos with little effect and looked relieved to see the detectives pull up to save him.

“You got here quick,” he half smiled as he saw them approach.

“What have we got here? And more to the point, why were we called?” Cooper wasn’t interested in small talk.

“Well,” the officer shifted from one foot to another as his face blanched nervously. “As far as I can tell he’s one of yours. I mean, the victim, he’s on your watch list or something,” he stuttered in Cooper’s presence.

“On our watch list?”

“Yeah…. Anthony Richards,”

“Holy shit,” Brookes leaned in suddenly interested. “He’s been under surveillance for nearly a year now.”

“Yeah, well now he’s dead. Two bullets to the back of the head,” the officer said casually. “So I guess he’s not your problem anymore.”

“Are you kidding me?” Cooper frowned. “Know how much paperwork this is gonna create?” he smirked and stepped under the tape with Brookes in tow.

The officer resumed calming down the neighbors while the detectives ventured inside. They both gagged upon entering and flung their coat sleeves over their mouths.

“Jesus!” Cooper reeled back. “This place is a craphole.”

“That would be an understatement.”

With the forensics’ team still on their way, the detectives had the scene undisturbed. The place was a black light’s paradise with mysterious stains and substances covering every surface. The smell worsened as they made their way upstairs to the bedroom over piles of garbage.

“Hold your breath buddy, it gets worse,” Cooper was leading the way with his mouth still covered.

Meanwhile, Brookes was kicking dirty needles out of his path as he climbed, the look of disgust on his face unwavering. But soon enough they were standing outside the bedroom. Through the crack in the door, they could see an officer guarding the scene with his back turned to the body, his face illumined by the flashing lights through the window. He spun round when he heard the detectives enter.

“Shit, you scared the hell outta me,” the rookie stared wide-eyed at them. “I was gettin’ real freaked out up here on my own with this,” he gestured towards the body.

“Your first corpse?” Brookes asked.

“Yuh…. How did you know?”

The detectives both chuckled and looked down to the victim. Then they felt the nausea rise once again.

“How long has he been here?” Brookes couldn’t hide his disgust.

“Well,” the rookie looked out the window at the crowd of rowdy neighbors. “The guy next door only called the cops because the smell was getting too bad.”

“Oh,” the detectives exhaled in unison.

“Yeah, just awful.”

The loud banging of car doors interrupted the conversation. They all glanced outside to see the forensics’ team arrive. Cooper watched them for a moment as they climbed into their paper suits and then he sighed, “Right, let’s get to work.”