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That wasn’t what we had been doing.

Suddenly he was driving into me with blindingly raw thrusts. Itwas like he turned the volume up to max. I couldn’t think, I could only feel. My world went hazy, as he held my hips in place, moving at an addictive pace. Crazy wild sounds were coming out of me. I was in some delicious wicked trance. He was relentless. My entire body worked to brace against his glorious assault. He was rock hard, and I was soft, he was savage, and I was pliant, he invaded, and I surrendered. My climax hit me with such ferocity that I almost blacked out. I writhed as a thin scream escaped out of me. His hands dropped to my hips, holding me in place, so he could continue to drive into me. My face was buried in the blankets, my body convulsing around him. It felt exquisite.

“Oh fuck, I’m fucking coming,” he ground out, as he crushed up into me, his hips jerking hard. We poised there for a long, carnal moment, as he twitched inside of me.

Shaking legs gave up, and I collapsed forward in a heap, unable to catch my breath. He landed beside me, on his back.

“How’s Alien?” he asked, breathing as hard as I was.

“Absolutely perfect,” I gasped, my body shaking with aftershocks.

“So?” I could hear the question in his voice.

I tried to focus my vision. “I think we should do it your way all the time.”

He laughed. “That’s called the SEAL way.”

“I’m completely on board.”

CHAPTER 21

I wokeup and found Jackson in the kitchen making an omelet.

“What are you doing today?” he asked, as he dropped a plate in front of me filled with twice as much food as I could eat.

“Not sure. What are you doing?”

“Well, I have a baseball game this afternoon. I thought I could prep Alien’s bedroom for painting, and later, if you want, you could come and watch,” his voice was super casual. Indifferent almost.

My head jerked up in surprise. “You play baseball?”

“Just for fun.”

The man never ceased to surprise me. “I want to watch.”

A smile twitched at his lips. “Okay.”

True to his word,Jackson spent the rest of the morning prepping the walls to paint. He was meticulous about taping, plastering and sanding the walls to perfection. I studied Little Bear photos off the internet and did some preliminary sketches for the mural.

Then Jackson changed into a navy blue and white trimmedbaseball shirt that said, “SEAL Sluggers” across the front. He wore cleats and white pants that made his ass and legs look absolutely drool-worthy.

We drove to the field. The closer we got, the more nervous I felt. Jackson parked and carried a cooler and a lawn chair. More people than I expected crowded the sidelines.

He set up the chair for me behind the high fence alongside the other lawn chairs. A group of women, off to the side, stood talking and laughing.

“Come on,” he said. “Let me introduce you to a few people.”

The first thing I noticed was that I was way overdressed. I wore white and navy checkered capris pants and a sleeveless white embroidered blouse along with wedge navy cork sandals. I had matched it with an oversized navy bag. Everyone else was wearing cut off jean shorts, cotton tank tops, and flip-flops.

Jackson grabbed my hand and tugged me over to the group of women that all fell silent as we approached. My face burned hot as everyone looked me up and down.

“Hey Jackson,” one of the women smiled.

He responded with one of his smiles. “How are you all today?”

I watched as every single one of them stared up at him with various stages of awe. Yes, I was glad to see it wasn’t just me who reacted to his smile that way.

“Good,” they chorused back in harmony.

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