ZAK SEAL Team Seven(2)

Too bad no one ever told me that that shit could make you strong as an ox one minute, and weak as fuck the next. I wasn’t too big on love and its rollercoaster bullshit, but it didn’t seem like I had much choice in the matter, until she left and damn near turned my shit upside down. It was only after she’d left that I’d realized what it was the I held in my hands.

That my pride didn’t matter when held up to the love I felt for her. But by then it had been too late. Now she’s back and I have a feeling deep down in my gut that this time she’s not getting away.





I’d warned her once, but I guess she lost sight of that shit when my brothers sent out the call. Too fucking bad for her. I’d given her-her freedom once, no fucking way I was doing that dumb shit again. That shit had almost destroyed me. I’d gone into a downward spiral that had taken all my brothers’ strength combined to bring me back from the brink.

It had taken some time before I realized that I was on a suicide mission, taking unnecessary risks. It was only because those risks could’ve hurt my brothers as well that I had harnessed myself.

It was hard as fuck living without her. After only having her for a short time it felt like I was missing the best part of me. I faced death everyday, but nothing hurt as much as the loss of her. I was on the brink of madness more than once, questioned my sanity and my reason for living like never before. All the shit I’d thought was soft in others, I found myself falling into; and then out of that confusion bred hate. I waffled back and forth between hating her and loving her so much it fucking gutted me.

Back then I had promised myself never again, I’d never give a woman that kind of power over me again, and here I am, not even twenty-four hours since she walked back into my life, with her pussy juice drying on my nuts. It felt good as fuck though I can’t lie.

The feel of her was just as I remembered: that soft flesh wrapped around me the same way it always did, and drew me in. And it didn’t take much to have all the old feelings come rushing back. Feelings I’d thought long buried and forgotten were once again at the forefront of my mind.



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Like the first time I’d ever laid eyes on her. It was the wolf whistle from some other fucker on the base, in the middle of the desert, that had drawn my attention. I remember the hot sun beating down on us as we were winding down from a drill in a bitch of a heat wave. I’d turned to see what all the fuss was about when the murmurs started after the whistle. Fighting men are part dog, part hyena, they’d howl at a fucking snake if it looked good enough. Especially when you’ve been in the middle of bum fuck nowhere for weeks, waiting for the action to kick off. I’ve seen less disciplined men pine away for the taste or feel of pussy. Me not so much.

It was her hair that caught me first. Either she’d grown too hot sitting in the transport that had brought her and the rest of her team in, or she was just happy to reach her destination in one piece, but she had taken off her head gear and loosened her braid.

All I saw was a rainfall of red trailing down to the top of her ass, and oh what an ass it was, fuck me. Then she turned and looked right at me and poleaxed my ass. No joke, I think my world stopped for a second or two. Quinn likes to say he saw the second the lightning bolt struck. He said there was nothing in me for five seconds at least, like I’d gone away somewhere, before coming back to myself.

He could be right, because I remember shaking my head as if to clear it, but not being able to take my eyes off her. Everything else went still; even the din of the men’s voices had ceased to penetrate. I even forgot I was in the middle of a war. All that was there was her. I was intrigued and pissed the fuck off at the same time. My brothers and I had a deal, no serious relationships while we were still in. We all took those things seriously, whatever we’d promised each other as men. But looking at her, I felt the threat. No other woman in all the years since we’d made that pact had come close to making me want. And I knew as sure as the sun was shining, that I was about to break that promise.

She didn’t only make me want after one look, she made me crave. I was already formulating the upcoming arguments in my head of what I was going to tell the others so I could have her, and I didn’t even know her name, knew nothing about her. None of that mattered though; all I knew in those first few moments was need.

It didn’t escape my notice that she too seemed have been stopped in her tracks, to be hit by the same phenomena that had struck me where I stood, as she stared back at me. It was only the intrusion of the noise around me that had snapped me out of it, and when I moved she started to blink again like she was coming out of a stupor.