Page 8 of Stalked By the Navy Seal

“Oh fuck, Riley,” I groan as I reach my peak, and come shoots out of my dick as I imagine it’s on her perfect titties.

After the last drop has escaped my cock, I lean against the bathroom wall to keep from falling after having what I can only describe as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. And that’s just from thinking about having my way with her. Lord only knows what the real thing would feel like.

My cock gets hard again just thinking about it, so I clean up and head back into the room where Riley is still fast asleep.

If only she knew how hard she makes me or how ravenous I am for her, she’d run far away from me. But I’ll never act on my desires, no matter how much they threaten to consume me,not until she willingly and completely trusts me and gives herself over to me.

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At exactly 11:55 p.m., I gently touch Riley to wake her. Still, she wakes up with a start and starts screaming, so I put my hand over her mouth and whisper, “It’s me, Chase; you’re safe now,” over and over again until she calms down.

“I’m sorry about freaking out like that,” she says after drinking some water.

“You never need to apologize for what happened to you, not to me.”

A tear rolls down her face, and her gaze drops to the ground. “I was dreaming about him, and the nights he would come to my room after getting drunk, yelling and cussing me out for killing his wife, my mother, and making his life miserable.”

I almost grind my teeth to powder from fury as I listen to her sobs. If I didn’t have to get her away from her monster of a stepfather, I would’ve hunted him down and made sure he didn’t see tomorrow.

Taking her face in my palms, I lift hers to meet mine and wipe the tears away with my thumbs. “I’m really sorry you went through all that, but I promise he’s never gonna hurt you again. Let’s get you out of this horror show of a town, all right?”

She nods. “I’d like that.”

I help her get up from the bed. “How do you feel?”

“Much better. I guess the icing and the pain relievers worked.”

“Good, we need to get moving. I heard some chatter over the police radio that your stepfather reported that you stole from him and are on the run. He’s asked the cops to keep an eye out for you, which means we have to be very careful.”

She looks at me like I’m a ghost before throwing on her hoodie. “You just happen to have a police radio and overheard some chatter?”

“Yes, let’s leave it at that.”

She picks up her handbag and starts searching through it. “Have you seen my phone? I thought I kept it in here.”

“I got rid of it. The cops can track it and find you.”

“What? But I had my whole life on that phone. It has pictures of my mom, the only ones of the both of us that my stepfather didn’t destroy in a drunken rage after she passed.”

“Don’t worry; if you have it backed up to the cloud, I can retrieve it all when we reach our destination.”

She nods tentatively. “I don’t know if I did that.”

“I’ll find out later. For now, we need to leave.” I walk over to the window and look around the parking lot to see if I’ll catch any suspicious movements before grabbing her bag. “Let’s go, the coast seems clear.”

Putting her bag on the back seat of the car, I drive out of the hotel parking lot and onto the street. We drive for about five minutes when Riley clears her throat. “So where are we going anyway? You never told me.”

“A small town in the middle of Iowa called Greystone. It’s peaceful, and there’s not much going on there in terms of having a social life or anything like that. Still, the few people who live there are outcasts like me, and we always look out for each other.Besides, it’s safe, and that’s the last place your uncle or the loan shark will think of looking for you.”

She’s about to say something when the flashing lights of a police car catch my attention through the rearview mirror. Then the sirens come on, alerting us that we need to pull over.

Riley grabs onto my hand so tightly that I’m afraid she’ll cut off blood circulation. “What do we do? What do we do? I can’t get caught, I won’t go back there.”

“Hey, hey. Stay calm, I’ll handle this.” I look at the side mirror and see the cop approaching the car. “Just throw on your hoodie and pretend to be asleep. Don’t open your eyes, no matter what.”

She pulls her hoodie over her head, partially covering her face, then leans against the glass and closes her eyes. I place my hand on my gun and pray I don’t need to use it today.

“Good evening, sir; license and registration, please.”

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