SEAL: A BWWM BAD BOY NAVY SEAL ROMANCE (17 page)

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CALI

After the shock of my life at breakfast, I purposely hung
around at home until after both guys left, so I could give momma the third
degree. I would have been hard-pressed to come up with any scenario more
astonishing than my mom’s engagement to Devlin’s dad.

Granted, the wedding was probably at least a year away, but
still, why would she even entertain such a notion after only knowing a man for
such a short while? Especially, one she admitted to loathing for so many years?
It was so unlike her. What had Richard Danes said and done to her? She
definitely had some explaining to do.

“Cali, aren’t you going to be late for work, honey?”

“No, I still have a few
minutes
mom.
I just wanted to talk to you for a little bit. How come you never said anything
about being in love with Mr. Danes? And not just in love either, but actually
considering spending the rest of your life with him?”

Mom came over to me and put her consoling arm around my
shoulder, steering us over to the sofa to sit down.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I know I probably should have been a bit
more honest about my feelings, but I felt so foolish doing such a complete 180
like that. I really didn’t want my level-headed daughter telling me I was
acting like a silly teenager, when I already knew that myself. I’m always so
strong and militant in my beliefs that I found it hard to admit I could be so
totally wrong about a person. Especially, at my age; naturally, I felt like I
should be a better judge of character by now. My feelings for Richard knocked
me for a loop. The truth is, he’s an incredible man and I absolutely adore
him.”

“But mom, how can you marry a man you have almost nothing in
common with?”

“Who said we have nothing in common? We both have great
kids!”

“Mom, seriously…
…..
get
real.”

 
“Cali, I know we
have lots of differences, but don’t worry, most of them are political in
nature. We both happen to find those differences stimulating and interesting.
You know the old saying – opposites attract. I guess it’s true.”

“Well, I just want you to be happy, that’s all. Promise me
you won’t rush into anything, okay momma?”

“I’ll promise no such thing. If I want to get married
tomorrow, I will. Remember, I’m a stubborn
ol
’ mule!”

Mom got up and started happily humming while she packed her
lunch for work. She apparently, assumed our little mother-daughter talk was
over. But I had another line of questioning for her, so I followed her into the
kitchen.

“You’re still not leaving for work
yet, dear?”

“No, not quite yet; I have something else I want to ask you.
Why did you set me up for Devlin’s ambush yesterday?
 
I mean, I’m not complaining, or anything
like that, I’m just kind of curious about it. I was under the impression you
didn’t really feel a relationship with him was in my best interest? So, why would
you feel compelled to help him win me back?”

“Ambush! I like that! That’s a funny way to look at it
…..
I just figured if I could be
so wrong
about Richard Danes, then I could easily be just as wrong
about Devlin. He said so many sweet, romantic things about you while he was in
the shop and he really went on and on about how much he loved you. He certainly
seemed sincere to me. I had to give him the benefit of the doubt. Plus,
remember what you said about him when you were mad?”

 
‘The bad apple doesn’t fall far from the
tree.’

 
“Well, Cali…… neither does the good
apple.”

“Wow, mom……Thanks. And thanks for letting him have Pete too.
That was generous of you. I know
you
kind of wanted
him. Devlin must have really been bowled over by all of your kindness.
Especially with you trusting him to see me again.”

“Well, I don’t know if I’d exactly call it trust
…..
I told him if he ever hurt you again, I’d cut his fucking
balls off with my dog clippers……….”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

DEVLIN

The long Fourth of July weekend was coming up soon and I
really wanted to do something special with Cali. Dad and Amari were just planning
to hang out at our house in La Jolla for the 3 days, so I knew Pete would have
plenty of doggie company.
 
It was
the perfect opportunity for a breezy, little romantic escape with my lover.

I called Cali and asked her how she felt about sailing to Catalina
Island for the holiday. She answered me with a resounding “Oh my god! Devlin, that
sounds great!”
 
I made all of the
necessary arrangements and we decided to set sail that Friday, after she got
off work.

 
Cali was so
excited about our trip she hardly talked about anything else for most of the
week. I was equally psyched and looking forward to showing off my sailing
skills to her. I couldn’t think of anything more perfectly blissful, than being
out at sea, all alone on a boat with my sexy first mate.

The day finally arrived for our sailing adventure. I loaded 4
days
worth of provisions on my 50 foot
Beneteau
Oceanis
sailboat, while
Cali was working at the gym. I was glad they were closing up shop a couple
hours early so we could leave well before it got dark. Cali was going to drive
down and meet me at the marina so I could continue readying the boat. I checked
the engine oil, gas, safety flares, life vests and all the other necessary
equipment. We were ready to go.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I loved the way Cali’s messages
vibrated my ass. Her text read, “I’m here!” So I headed up the dock to let her
in through the marina security gate. She was
smokin
’
hot as usual, dressed in her provocative little sailor girl clothes and
carrying a picnic basket. She was wearing snug little white shorts, blue Vans
sneakers, and a tight red t-shirt with a sailboat steering wheel on it and the
words “I’m a
Nauti
-Girl”. I couldn’t argue with that.
She sure knew how to press
my
buttons.

It was a beautiful day to set sail. Cali was a little nervous
because we would be sailing all through the night while she slept, since I
wanted to reach Catalina by breakfast. I reminded her that I was still a Navy
SEAL, and an expert sailor. And as far as her safety at sea was concerned, she
couldn’t
be
in any safer hands than mine.
Of course, she responded with a tantalizing remark:

“I’m not so sure about that, Captain Danes. Your hands are
pretty dangerous if you ask me!”

We had perfect wind as we left San Diego Bay and headed out
to the open ocean. The sun was lowering in the west, as I steered clear of the
dangerous kelp beds, just south of Point Loma. Cali and I shared a beer and ate
the chicken salad sandwiches she had packed in her basket.

 
It was so
peaceful and romantic watching the summer sky turn pink and orange with the
cool breeze of the Pacific Ocean blowing in our faces. I was the luckiest man
in the world to have a woman of Cali’s caliber at my side. Thank god I had
realized it in time. I pulled her to me and kissed her tenderly on the lips. If
this is what it was like to have a real relationship with a woman, I had truly
been missing out.

I refocused my attention back on my course of sail. Heading
northwest into the wind was always somewhat problematic when it came to sailing
to Catalina from San Diego. It was not unusual for me to end up motoring for a
good portion of the trip, if I wanted to make good time. Cali stayed up with
me, until about midnight and then she went below to get ready for bed. She
returned to the cockpit in a skimpy little pink undershirt and matching panties.
It didn’t matter what that girl wore, my dick stiffened at the sight of her.

She sat on my lap, lifted her top, and lightly grazed my face
with her voluptuous tits. I hated to do it, but I had to turn down her sexual
advances. She was like a sea siren, singing me to shipwreck. I looked past her,
and I did not touch her. I had to resist my sultry temptress. It just wouldn’t
be prudent

to take her now while out on the dark sea in the middle of a
windy night with 2 foot swells.

“Cali, honey, I’m sorry, but I need you to go below and go to
bed. I can’t have anything as distracting as your tits in my face while I’m
piloting this boat at night. You understand, don’t you?”

She stuck out her lower lip and made an exaggerated, rejected
pouty face, which turned me on even more, but at the same time, assured me that
her feelings weren’t
really
hurt.
What a trooper!

“Oh, I’m sorry. Sure, I understand. That was silly of me,
really. Of course I don’t want you to be distracted.”

Cali kissed me on the lips and said good-night. As she headed
down below, she turned and smiled at me teasingly:

“I guess I’ll just have to fuck myself, all alone, in my
cabin. Let me know if I get too noisy for you.”

I heard her giggle as she closed the
door.

Ultimately, I was glad I had sent Cali away. Shortly after I
did, I encountered 2 supertankers tied together, sharing oil. They were
well-lit, but it was hard to tell if they were moving and exactly how fast. As
I crossed in front of them, I realized they were going at a fairly threatening
pace of about 4 knots. Dangerous when you’re talking about a pair of floating
buildings.

By the time daylight arrived, I was mooring the boat at
Catalina Island in Avalon Bay. After checking in with the harbor master, I
joined Cali in our cabin for a couple of hours of shut-eye, snuggling tightly
up against my dependable first mate…
….who
was snoring like
a buzz saw.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CALI

My sexy sailor man sleeping next to me was such a heavenly
sight. I knew he couldn’t have had much sleep so I brewed some coffee in the
galley as quietly as I possibly could. I poked around in the fridge and found
some eggs, bacon, English muffins and a variety of fresh fruit. Perfect! The
boat soon filled with the mouth-watering aroma of our breakfast.

I cinched the belt on my robe and brought my food up to the
cockpit on a tray so I could eat it alfresco. It was a beautiful morning with
just enough breezes blowing to chill the air. A squadron of brown pelicans flew
low over the harbor, on their way out to sea. The steaming cup of coffee warmed
me as I took in the coastal beauty of the town.

Just as I was putting a big forkful of cantaloupe in my
mouth, I heard a big splash at the back of the boat. I got up and stood at the
stern for a couple of minutes, staring into the water. Just as I was about to
sit back down, a playful sea lion pup popped his head out and stared back at me
with his large black eyes. I threw him a couple of grapes from my breakfast
plate, but he dove back under and swam away. It was then, while my eyes
searched the rippling, dark water for my marine mammal friend, that I noticed
the name of Devlin’s boat painted on the back:
WET DREAM
.

 
Why was I
even
surprised?

A loud yawn from down below startled me. My SEAL was awake! I
went down to the galley and warmed up his food and coffee while he used the bathroom.
Then, I sliced up more melon and poured him and myself a glass of orange juice.

When Devlin came out of the bathroom, I ordered him back into
the cabin so I could serve him breakfast in bed. An ear-to-ear smile spread
across his handsome face and he hopped back into our stateroom bed with all the
joy of a little boy who just got a reprieve from going to school.

“Cali, you’re terrific. What a
wonderful surprise!”

I tried to place the tray of food on his lap, but his morning
wood under the sheet was in the way, so I had to set it on the bed. He looked
at his boner, with embarrassment.

“Sorry, I guess he’s hungry too……”

I seized the opportunity to taunt him a little:

“You didn’t, by any chance, have a
wet dream
last night did you, sweetie?”

“Wet dream? Oh…… so I guess you saw the name on the boat,
huh?”

It was all he could do to take a sip of coffee with the giant
sheepish grin plastered on his face.

While Devlin was finishing up his eggs, his phone buzzed and
lit up next to me, on the night stand. It displayed a notification that there
was a “Message from Sandy.” I was sure my face was revealing both my jealousy
and anger.

Devlin picked up his phone, and without reading Sandy’s
message, I watched him hit Delete, and then, Block…

I fell into his arms and kissed his egg encrusted lips. Then
I pulled back the bed sheet with intentions of claiming my very fine prize.
Devlin had restored the metal barbell to his lovely dick. I eagerly slipped off
my little pink undershirt, and shook my tits in his face.

“Welcome back Prince Albert!”

I lubed up his royal cock with my wet mouth and hot lips,
swirling my tongue all around and under its bejeweled head. Then I slid off my
little pink panties and spread my slick lips with my fingers. I slid down on
Devlin and enjoyed the feel of his pierced dick inside me once again. We both
came together and ended up dozing back off for another hour.

After we showered and dressed, we drove the rubber dinghy
over to the Avalon dock and secured it, so we could enjoy all the town had to
offer. We shopped in the quaint boutiques that lined the cobblestone streets, ate
lunch in a charming little Italian café, and checked out the iconic, art deco Catalina
Casino building. We had the most fun, driving rented golf carts all around the scenic
island. The panoramic views from the top were breathtaking!

Giving our relationship another chance was the best thing I
could’ve done. Devlin really did love me and he was truly everything I wanted
in a man: Handsome, exciting, fun, attentive, strong, intelligent, and a sex
master extraordinaire. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

Our whirlwind weekend felt like a romantic honeymoon. Sunday
morning, before leaving Catalina, we had a relaxing, hot stone, couple’s
massage at the luxurious Island Spa followed by lunch and cocktails on the
ocean view deck. I didn’t mean to rock the boat, but I thought I’d ask him the
million-dollar question:

“So, have you given any thought to the fact that we’ll be
step-siblings, if and when our parents marry?”

Devlin’s look of astonishment gave me my answer: His eyes
widened like dinner plates and he croaked out the almost unintelligible words:

“Say what?”
 

“So you haven’t thought about it…
….obviously
.”

“No! Wow! Not until this moment. Not until you just put it
that way!”

“Well, what do you think about that? Is it too perverted for
you?”

Devlin’s devilish grin spread across his sexy unshaven face.
His eyes lit up and twinkled mischievously.
God
what a turn that always was!

“Cali……c’mon. Really? Is
anything
too perverted for me? The mere thought of you as my fucking stepsister has me
hard as a rock!”

I laughed, and he proved he wasn’t kidding.