Page 17 of Guarded By the SEAL

“You gobsmacked?” Harry asks me with a laugh. “Don’t worry, I know what to do with it.”

I squeal with delight as he lifts me up once more and takes me inside the house. I wouldn’t mind remaining outside with him because it was a lot of fun, but I’ll go wherever he wants to take me. I’m excited for whatever Harry wants. Right now, I’m more than willing to let him take control of the situation.

“Wait here a moment.” Harry plants me on the kitchen counter as he dives into his black bag, the one that he nearly caught me going into when I drank a lot. I’m confused as to what he’s doing until he flashes a condom and a playful wink my way. “Best to be safe, don’t you think?”

He hands it to me, and I take great delight in tearing it open and rolling it down over his rock-hard cock. He feels good between my fingers. I wouldn’t mind holding onto him for a little while longer, but to be honest, we’re both keen to have him buried deep inside me, so we can’t hold back.

“Oh, God.” I can’t keep my glee inside as Harry grips onto the kitchen counter and edges himself inside, bit by bit, making my head spin with sheer delight. “Oh, Harry, fucking hell, that feels so good.”

My body stretches around him. I lean back and take more of him inside. My head tosses back, and I allow a moan to erupt from me. It vibrates in my chest and all the way through me, making each deep thrust even more pleasurable. I didn’t get enough when he tasted me earlier, and I don’t think this will be enough either. As the orgasm creeps through me, the dragon increases in size. I might need to spend the whole day with Harry inside me to make me feel good. This is the best I have felt in forever.

The second time the orgasm hits me, it does so in waves. A tsunami, really. It seems to be even more intense than the first time I came. Longer as well, like it isn’t quite ready to finish upwith me just yet. The bliss rolls and rolls. It sweeps through my body and swallows me up whole. It grips Harry at a similar time to me, so we cling to one another in an intense and powerful way. Every sizzle, every tingle, every explosion inside me is better than the last, and it’s all because of him.

God, this feels good. It feels so good I never want it to stop. I never want it to end. We shouldn’t be connected in this way, we both know that, but it feels so fucking good, I want it forever. From the way he keeps kissing my neck like there’s no tomorrow, it seems like he feels the same way too.

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HARRY

Wow, how the hell did that happen? I curl over in the bed next to Petra and run my eyes all over her sleeping face, drinking in every angelic part of her, every soft curve and sweet smile. I know that I shouldn’t be here doing this. I understand that I’m risking my job to be here, but she’s just so beautiful.

Last night, I slept in her bed because she was scared, and today it’s because we’ve been having sex all day long. It’s very different, and I can really feel the intensity of that. I like it, even though I know I shouldn’t. And when I say sex all day long, I really mean it. Every angle, every room, everywhere. It has been fucking fantastic. I think that we have purged all the negativity we’ve ever experienced in love.

I can’t stop myself from smiling. I feel really good. Petra has made me feel this way, and I’m so grateful. I want us to spend the rest of our time here on the island exploring one another’s bodies some more. There’s more, much more that we can do to one another, and I hope we have enough time for all of it.

Of course, real life is out there, coming for us eventually, but I don’t want to focus on that right now. This is the first time I have felt this good in a really long time. It’s unexpected to have that come from Petra, but I’m more than happy to roll with it. It’s like a holiday romance or something.

Here, in the middle of nowhere, isolated on this island, it’s easy to forget that I’m hardened to love, that she is married and running away from her husband, that we are both in danger. None of that matters while we’re in our little bubble. I would love to stay in this bubble for as long as possible.

But I’m not falling in love, I remind myself.Don’t let Benji get in your head. Ignore him. This is what he wants… he’s been trying to get me thinking this way the entire time.

Yet I do find myself wanting to stroke the softness of her cheek, to feel her skin, to maybe plant a little kiss on her. The sensation is damn near overwhelming, so I need to edge myself backward a bit.

So, it is with a heavy heart that I slip backward from Petra and force myself out of the bed. I don’t really want to leave Petra there. I much prefer sleeping with her, but I need to clear my head a bit. It’s just after midnight and I’m no closer to drifting off with her right now, so it would be good to get some air.

I pad down the stairs and head into the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water. For a split second, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge, which causes me to pause where I am in anticipation. But the feeling doesn’t last long. I think it’s just the dark and paranoia rather than something real. I’m more worried about Petra now. Even more so than before, I need to keep her safe. With everything I have.

However, with that in mind, I know that I need to check the perimeter out. Even if the feeling is long gone, I have to be certain or I really will be up all night long. So, I glug back my water and grab my gun to take with me. I have a T-shirt and shorts on, but it’s chilly. The nights here can be, so I don’t intend to be out too long. My initial plan is just to check around the house to make sure there isn’t anything to worry about.

As I walk around the building, the feeling of unease is a rollercoaster. Sometimes, it’s there again, and sometimes, it flows away and I feel okay again. It makes me search a whole lot harder. I go further in my search than I planned on in first place. I ignore the cold to take a look around.

“What the hell is that?” I declare, needing to break the silence as I spot something new. “That’s.”

It’s different. I have scoured every single inch of this island every day that we have been here and had not seen whatever this is before. Nerves zig-zag through me as I edge closer to the item. Something new is not good news because other people shouldn’t be allowed on this island. No one should be able to get here. So, how the hell did that end up here? And what the fuck is it? Is it a bomb? It’s hard to tell in the dark…

“A hat?” Fucking hell. There is absolutely no reason that a hat should be here. I don’t wear hats and I haven’t seen Petra in one, either. I can’t imagine her in something this ratty, so what the fuck is this?

My heart pounds. I start to feel a bit sick to my stomach. This is the worst thing that has happened since we’ve been here. It’s serious danger. I don’t know what it might lead to, and instead of feeling pumped up about having some action, I’m put out of joint. I think because I’m so worried about Petra in that house.

This is why I shouldn’t have hooked up with her. Feelings do not mix with this sort of shit. Even if it’s just a chemical sexual feeling, it’s making things harder and more complicated than they need to be.

With the hat clutched tightly between my fingers, I search harder. I’m no longer feeling the cold because my racing pulse pumps burning hot blood all the way through my body. I know now that I won’t be sleeping anytime soon now that I have this goddamn evidence in my hand. A hat. A fucking hat. A hat that has been on a head which means someone’s freaking head has been too nearby. But I will find them…

What the hell? I can’t understand that at all. I’ve searched this whole place again and again. The sun is actually starting to rise, that’s how long I’ve been out here, but I haven’t found anything. None of my tracking skills have discovered anything, which isn’t right. I’m great at finding evidence, but this island is empty. Aside from the hat, there is nothing. If there wasn’t the hat, I would assume everything is fine…

But I know it isn’t. I know deep down that this is something to worry about, so now that the sun is coming up, I need to call Max to let him know what’s going on here.

Ring, ring… Ring, ring… Ring, ring…

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