Second Chance SEAL(197)

“You okay?” I asked her as she got closer.

“Fine,” she said, and climbed into the car. “Let’s go.”

I got in and looked at her. “You can change your mind,” I said. “You’ll be safe here. You can take care of Mason until this is all over.”

“Just drive,” she said.

I grinned to myself and pulled out into traffic.

We drove in silence, and I could tell she was unhappy. That was fine with me though. I didn’t need her to be happy all the damn time. It wasn’t my job to make her joyous over all my fucking decisions. I was in charge of this operation, and if she didn’t like that, she could go stay with Lindy and Mason.

Fifteen minutes later and we pulled into the parking lot of this run-down old motel called Knight’s Inn. Travis was already there, leaning up against his car, dangling a key off his finger. I parked next to him and we got out.

“Already grabbed a room, cap,” he said. “Two actually. One for us, and one for the girl.”

“Fine,” I said, taking the keys from him. “Good work.”

“What’s the plan?”

“We’re going to check out the house, but we need rest first. Think you can run a quick scouting mission?”

“Roger that,” he said.

“Wait,” Tara interrupted. “Wait. We aren’t going to my house right now?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “We can’t just run up there. Travis hasn’t been able to contact Coop, which means something might be wrong. We have to be careful. Too much is at stake.”

I could tell that didn’t sit well with her, but I didn’t have time to argue the point. I just nodded at Travis and walked off, carrying the bags.

Tara hurried to catch up. “I know this is your thing,” she said, “but I don’t like it. I think we should get there as soon as possible.”

I stopped in front of the room and dropped the bags. I unlocked the door and pushed it open. “This is you,” I said.

She stepped inside. “Lovely.”

I followed her in. “Listen, Tara,” I said. “I get you don’t like the way I’m running this, but you have to trust that I know what I’m doing.”

She sighed, sitting down on the bed. “I know. It’s just hard. I’m so scared for my parents, Emory, and I hate that I left Mason.”

“You didn’t leave him,” I said, closing the door. “You made sure that he was safe. There’s a difference.”

“I don’t feel like it’s very different.”

I walked over to her and stood in front of her. “You need to relax,” I said. “Let me handle this.”

“How am I supposed to relax? Terrorists want to blow up my parents.”

I tipped her chin up toward me. “I can help.”

Before she answered, I pressed my mouth against hers, kissing her hard. She kissed me back, breathing deeply through her nose.

I pushed her back onto the floral bedspread and pressed her down as I kissed her, our bodies moving together. I slowly moved my hands down between her legs, pressing along her pussy, feeling the heat there.

Without another word, I dropped to my knees at the edge of the bed. She moaned as I kissed down her stomach and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them off.

“This is how you want to relax me?” she asked.

“Can’t think of a better way than licking this pussy until you feel better.”

I pressed my mouth against her sweet, soaking cunt and began to lick her, stroking along her clit. She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t, and whatever she was trying to get out was swallowed up by her moans.

I couldn’t get enough of Tara’s incredible pussy. My tongue roamed her whole length, taking in every drop of her. I licked and sucked her, working her clit, my tongue rolling along her.

“Oh shit, Emory,” she moaned. “If you’re trying to distract me, you’re doing a good job.”

I grinned at her and then kept working her pussy. I licked and stroked her, working her spot. I loved the way she tasted and loved driving her wild. Her whole body tensed as I worked her, my tongue and lips sucking and licking. I used every skill I had to make her feel good, my mouth working her hard, my hands on her hips.

I pressed a finger deep inside her as I continued to lick her clit. She moaned loudly as I fucked her with my fingers and sucked her clit. She fucking loved that, opening her legs even wider, losing herself in the pleasure.

I knew what I was doing to her body. I knew she couldn’t help herself. I grabbed her hip with my one hand and fucked that tight pussy with the other, working her deep and rough while my tongue and mouth worked her clit.