Page 9 of A Baby For The Navy SEAL

“Anson,” she gasps, and I angle my hips, making sure to hit that same spot over and over again.

She tightens around me further, and her breath catches in her lungs. Her orgasm slams into her almost violently, like an earthquake beneath her skin, and her release triggers my own.

She screams my name, her voice sounding hoarse, and the caveman in me loves that I did that to her.

I come with her, my release seeming to go on for minutes, and then we’re both panting, our bodies coated in a light sheen of sweat as we cling to each other. Her face is buried in my neck, and I pull out, shifting us on the couch so that her back is pressed against the back of the couch and I’m at her front.

“That was,” I murmur, and she sighs.

I look down, noticing that her eyes are closed, her breathing evening out, and I know she’s asleep.

I smile down at her.

I must have really worn her out.

I gather her up in my arms, replaying what happened again in my brain as I let my eyes drift shut.

We can wake up like this tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

My eyes snap open, and I tense as my heart starts to race out of control.

Oh my god, what have I done?

I know what I’ve done. Me fucking Lottie on our couch is playing on a loop inside my head as she dozes in my arms.

Did I just ruin my relationship with everyone who means the most to me? Rhett will kill me if he finds out I slept with his little sister. Not only slept with her but popped her cherry.

How could I do this to him?

How could I do this to her?

Did I just fuck everything up between us because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants?

I’ve been holding myself back, denying my feelings for her since I was fifteen years old, and as soon as Rhett is gone, I slip up. I should have known that this would happen. Getting drunk when the two of us were all alone was a mistake.

Oh my fucking god. What if she was drunk and didn’t know what she was doing? I mean, I thought we were both a little tipsy but not anywhere close to drunk.

What if she regrets it? What if she never wanted me in that way?

And I just took her virginity.

I wince, dragging my hand down my face.

How did I manage to screw everything up so fast?

Everyone will leave you. You’ll drive them all away.

That’s what my old man told me the day I moved out. I hadn’t wanted to believe him, but maybe he’s right.

I’m such an asshole. I betrayed my best friend, and I know that I probably made everything awkward between Lottie and me.

I know this will hurt her, but I can’t stay here any longer. Self-disgust is overtaking me, and I can’t think straight. I need to get out of here and clear my head. Then I can come up with a plan on how to fix this.

I move slowly, shifting Lottie further back onto the couch and tucking the blanket around her. I get dressed as quietly as I can and take one last look at Lottie before I grab my keys and head out.

I jog down the stairs to my car and slip behind the wheel.

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