CONNOR (SEAL Team Seven) Book 1 (2 page)

“Connor what did you
mean…before when we were you know?” She shrugged her shoulders and kept her
head down. I pulled her head back with a tight grip in her hair so I could see
into her eyes. “Fucking?” She nodded as her face heated up. Fuck me I got
myself a shy girl. “Which time?” She fortified herself to look me square in the
face as she answered. I could tell it was hard for her, guess she doesn’t do
too many morning after conversations, which is fucking
A
ok with yours truly.

“When you growled how long?” Fuck I hadn’t even
meant to say that shit out loud.

“I meant how long will your pussy own me?” I
reached down and pushed two fingers inside the pussy in question making her
climb to her toes as her eyes closed. “Fuck Danielle, I can’t fuck you all
morning I’ve got shit to do.” She bit her lip and nodded but I knew she wasn’t
hearing me her hips were already moving against my hand.

“Turn and face the
wall.” I sucked her pussy off my fingers and looked down at my cock, which
seemed to have a mind of its own. I’ve never fucked anyone this much in my life
we had to be going for the Guinness book or some shit on this one. “Cock that
ass for me baby.” I ran my hand down her back to her ass and then switched up.
“Change of plans.” I knelt behind her and lifted one of her legs for better access.
I swiped my tongue the length of her pussy and she twitched. Ooh yeah. I fucked
her with my tongue for a good ten minutes from behind with her leg cocked in
the air while stroking my hard leaking cock. I couldn’t get enough of her pussy
taste in my mouth and she juiced a lot for her man. When my cock threatened to
revolt I stood up and slid into her from behind. Wrapping my arms around her I
fucked in and out of her at an easy pace. Work is gonna to have to wait.

This time was sweet and
slow, no rush. My cock already knew her inside so I could take my time. The
branding was over ownership had been claimed it was now bonding time. “When I
get you home I think I’ll fuck you for a week solid. I’ll let you out of bed
long enough to eat but that’s it. You think your tight pussy can handle that?”
I squeezed her nipples and bit into my new sweet spot on her neck. She was too
far-gone to answer but I didn’t need one. It is what it is and I plan to fuck
her as hard and as often as I could for the next little while.

“Sometimes it will be
hard, rough, sweaty and dirty as fuck. Then I’ll take you like this. Nice and
slow so you know your man can give you both. Now lean over and grab the wall
baby.” As soon as she was in place my cock went to work, plunging in and out of
her like a battering ram. “Fuck yeah, you hear that?” The slapping sound of our
hips meeting was loud and the sweet sound of her pussy juice slipping and
sliding all over my dick was the sweetest fucking thing I’d ever heard.
Reaching around I pinched her nipples and her ass picked up speed fucking back
at me hard and fast. “Connor?”

“Yeah sweetheart right
here it’s okay, let go I’ve got you.” She flung her head back onto my shoulder
and came on my cock with a loud groan. I wasn’t too far behind her. Her pussy
brought me up to my toes as I tried to dig as deep into her as it was possible
to go while emptying my balls inside her with a roar.

We needed another shower
and then I really had to go, my brothers were probably wondering where the fuck
I was. “Don’t make me wait Danielle, be ready when I come for you tonight. Now
come kiss your man goodbye and try not to put too much sweet in it I need to
get the fuck gone.” She walked over to me holding her towel together. I took
her in my arms and kissed her cute as fuck nose. “Stay sweet baby I’ll see you
later.” I didn’t dare risk kissing her the way I wanted to again, who knows
when the fuck I’d come up for air. I kissed her quick but she turned her face
up for more. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea babe.” She pouted at me. “So
fucking cute.” I gave her what she wanted and then with a finger trailed down
her cheek I left.

Back at the compound
where I lived with the men I considered my brothers I got ready for the day. I
was getting a bit of a late start which none of the nosy fucks let me forget as
they tried sticking their noses in my business as soon as I caught up with
them. I was prepared for their shit, which I knew would be forthcoming. I’m the
one always saying this relationship shit wasn’t for me. I wasn’t against it for
others but it just wasn’t for me.

Now I would be the first
to take the plunge. I wonder if I should let them in on just what the fuck was
in store for them when their time came? This all-consuming obsession that
fucking ties you up in knots and owns your ass. I think I’ve become part bitch
overnight or some shit. What the fuck am I thinking?

“Fuck Connor you smell like a bitch.”

“Fuck
you Zak.” I smacked him behind the head as I went by on my way to the coffee.
The other five assholes were all staring at me like I was some sort of anomaly.

“Fuck bro I know that scent.” Logan sniffed the
air around me. He better not know that fucking scent.

“What the fuck! you assholes don’t have anything
better to do? We suddenly cleaned up the streets and we’re having an off day?”

“Whose
scent is it Logan?”

“I can’t put my finger on it Quinn but I know
it.” He looked like he was really giving it some serious thought. If anyone
could sniff out what’s going on it would be my brothers in arms. Seven ex SEALs
who’d spent the last ten years together both on duty and off. We were closer
than most brothers of blood. Just this once though I wish they would mind their
own damn business. I wasn’t quite ready to share yet. I wanted to savor the
newness of it first before life intruded. I sound like a bitch.

“If you’re through sniffing my ass maybe you
girls want to fill me in on how things went last night?” Anything to get the
meddling fucks off the scent.

Everyone grew serious because what was going on
in our little burgh was no laughing matter. Some fuck was using our backyard to
traffic drugs and what we suspected might be worse or so it seemed. So far we
haven’t been able to find anything but suspicions were high.

Our little town in
Georgia was a perfect little out of the way haven. Its close proximity to the
water and underground caves along with some other shit that we had yet to
explore made it the perfect venue for criminals of a certain ilk. We knew from
experience that these were the perfect breeding grounds for some serious shit.
Out of the way, not really on anyone’s radar. It was the ideal spot to carry
out all manner of criminal activities.

We’d scoped out the area
first thing to make sure we had our flanks covered from all angles. Yeah it was
a bit over the top bordering on paranoid but we believed in better safe than
sorry. There hadn’t been any red flags but that had been almost two and a half
years ago. Though we’d seen the potential for some shit if someone was of the
mind to go that route.

It would appear some
enterprising soul had reached that same conclusion and was now making good on
it. What they didn’t know was that there were now seven ex SEALs taking up
residence here who were not about to let that shit happen. We’ve only been here
less than a year. None of us had ever lived in this town before so we were new
to the area. No one knew who the fuck we were and of course seven grown men
descending on them out of nowhere must’ve been food for the fodder.

There were whispers and
speculation of course but since we never answered any questions other than our
names the town’s people had learned not to ask. What conclusions they’d drawn
on their own was anyone’s guess, but we weren’t really interested in that shit
either. We just wanted to get settled in and do our thing while being left the
fuck alone. Bikes and tats put fear in people but if someone wanted to pass
judgment without having all the facts that was on them. So far no one had
approached us with any bullshit and we hoped to keep it that way. The way I see
it, we didn’t go around asking people who the fuck they were so they should
give us the same courtesy. This was home now, one we planned to make ours and
we’ll fit in in our own way the way we always did.

We’d all grown up in
different parts of the country but our old commander had been from right here
born and raised. When he’d died three years ago. For some fucked up reason he’d
left this land and all his earthly possessions to the seven of us. It had made
our decision when the time came for early retirement that much easier. As
members of the same team we’d each put in a few more years of service, but we’d
all known from day one that we were going to not only keep the land, but we
were also going to make this town our home.

Not really having any
ties to any one place it was easy for us to make that decision. After years of
eating, sleeping and fighting together we knew each other inside and out and
trusted one another to have each other’s backs. So it only made sense that we
would stay close to each other when we came back to civilian life.

Two years ago we’d drawn
up plans for what we wanted to do. The one thing we all knew for certain was
that we wanted to stay together. There was more than enough land for the houses
we wanted to build. The first thing we’d done was build up a high wall around
the perimeter so no one knew what was going on inside.

The town’s people
thought it was some new development going up but we’d cordoned it off to start
construction on the homes we were going to have built; and since we were still
on active duty then we didn’t want to leave the place unprotected. Not the most
trusting motherfuckers I know but we trusted no one except each other.

Construction had been
started six months later with each of us getting two acres. We situated our
homes in such a way that they were literally right next door to each other. The
land was in the back and to the front but. Off a ways from the houses we’d
built our office. It’s where we were planning to run our construction firm.

We’d decided a long time
ago even before our commander had been so generous, that when we left the
service this is what we would most likely be interested in. We could easily
have gone into security or something of the like but after years spent securing
land air and sea we pretty much wanted out.

The houses were done in
a year and a half. We couldn’t do everything ourselves because of our duties
but we’d worked on each other’s places when we had down time and that had sped
up the process quite a bit. Six months after we’d settled in and hung out our
shingle so to speak, we’d caught wind of the shit that was going on around us.

There’s no way in hell
we’re going to let shit like that take root in our backyard. After years of
fighting and danger the name of the game was peace and quiet. Now for me that
shit had been amped up a notch. I have a woman to protect. I don’t want this
shit anywhere near her so the sooner we got to the bottom of whatever this was
the better.

The town’s people after
realizing that we weren’t here to start shit had pretty much accepted us with
open arms. Well most of them had anyway and as far as they knew we were navy
men. No one knew what faction we’d been working for as that shit tended to be
top secret for good reason. Most of them probably still thought we were a biker
gang, which we weren’t. We just loved to ride. I could understand how seven
rough looking fuckers all over six feet tall with tats might give them that
idea but we were on some other shit.

Though we were in the
midst of a recession. With our connections and the Commander’s which he’d
hooked us up with through papers he’d left behind, we already had some sweet
jobs lined up to do construction on government buildings among other things. If
things kept up and the government didn’t fuck up the economy anymore than it
already had we stood to stay in the black for a long time to come.

These days we did a
whole other kind of demolition and I don’t think any of us missed the other.
War is hell. Now with this new development we were spending our nights doing
recon and shit. I guess old habits died hard.

Whoever was behind it
was proving to be a wily fuck though because so far we had nothing. It wasn’t
easy for seven men on bikes riding the streets at night to be conspicuous,
especially in a town where the biggest action was bingo night at the lodge.
Everyone wanted to know everything all the time. Those who’d accepted us were
mostly part of the older crowd who’d known the commander and they mostly wanted
to talk about our navy days. Which was usually a short conversation unless we
made shit up. We couldn’t share the shit we’d done with anyone, but the old
guys still liked hanging around us. We’d started hanging out at the local bar
to keep our ears and eyes open but so far we hadn’t seen any unknowns coming
and going which led us to believe it was a local doing this shit.

“So did we find anything last night or not?”

“We think we’re closing in on a few hot spots
but right now the fuckers are proving to be a little slippery.” Logan passed me
a plate of eggs and bacon. For now since there were no women in our mix we all
tended to gather at one house for meals. Today was Logan’s turn for breakfast
duty.

I guess to some it might
seem strange for seven grown men to be this close. We pretty much did
everything together. But after spending so many years together in some of the
most fucked up situations imaginable we were comfortable with each other. We
ate meals together we hung out together; it was very rare to find one of us
alone without the others. We’ll never outgrow that pack mentality I guess. I
don’t think any of us would know how to be any other way at this late stage in
the game. We were in it for life.