Saved By the SEALs
Four Years Later
I lay in bed, totally nude, as Karen straddled me.
“How do you like that?” she asked with a sly grin. Her honey-colored hair hung down around her like a curtain, tickling my bare chest. She pushed down with her hips, sinking deeper onto my cock. I sighed and stared up at the woman I loved.
“I like it very much.”
She arched her back while riding me up and down. “God, I’ve missed you,” she groaned.
I put my hands around her tiny waist. “And I you.” I resisted the urge to grab her harder and thrust up into her from below. I wanted this to last. To savor every second I had with Karen while we were alone. We didn’t get a lot of opportunities like this.
Which was fine, because when all of us were together, it was perfect too.
Perfect. That was the precise word I would use to describe everything about Karen and our lives. We were together. We had jobs we loved, jobs that made a difference. I wouldn’t change anything for the world.
“Ohh,” she moaned, beginning to move faster. Her skin slapped against my thighs with every word. “Your cock. Feels. So. Good.”
“So does your pussy.” I gripped her waist a little harder. “It’s so tight and hot…”
She moaned louder as I began helping her along, using my arms to push her up and down on my hard shaft. She ran her hands along my arms, feeling the lines of muscle. I could feel her beginning to shudder and gasp as I hit just the right spot inside of her. Soon she was craning her head and sending her cries of love to the ceiling, as smooth and creamy as velvet cake. I was right behind her with my own luxurious climax, shooting my seed inside of her and burying my head back into the pillows of the bed.
“I love being inside you,” I breathed. I meant it more than I’d ever meant anything in my life. “I wish I never had to leave.”
She leaned down to kiss me. “That’s not possible with your job.”
“Then I’ll get a new job,” I said, smiling into her lips. “One where we get to stay in bed all day and our parts are always touching.”
“I can’t think of many jobs like that.”
“You need a better imagination.”
She lay on my chest, hair spread out like a fan. “Name one job where we could stay in bed all day.”
“Data entry,” I said. “You could put a keyboard on my chest and type numbers into spreadsheets while we fuck.”
She laughed, which made the muscles of her sex clench around my softening cock. “Okay. Let’s do that.”
“I’m saying.” I cupped her ass with my palm. It was nice and warm. “So it’s settled, then?”
“What about the others?”
“By now you’ve surely realized that I’m the best lovemaker of the three,” I said haughtily. “Logan and Hunter will understand you choosing me over them.”
She leaned up and kissed my chin, then poked me on the nose. “That’s not how this works. I don’t have to choose.”
“No,” I agreed with a smile. “No, you don’t.”
I don’t know why it worked. By all accounts, it shouldn’t. Guys were supposed to be jealous and territorial. Especially alpha males like us SEALs. But the three of us accepted sharing Karen as soon as we’d stopped the CLF in Madrid. Karen joined the Navy as an analyst, and we all fell into a wonderful groove. One where she didn’t have to choose.
It was weird. It was unorthodox. And it was perfect.
“Speaking of choosing,” I said, “I choose to spend another hour in bed. Give this sailor five more minutes and he’ll have enough ammunition for another go.”
“Just five minutes?” she arched an eyebrow.
I squeezed her ass harder. “I find myself especially motivated this evening.”
Suddenly an alarm rang out on the nightstand. The emergency alert on my phone. Two more identical alarms sounded in the other room, muted by the walls.
“Fuck!” I said.
Karen rolled off me and I leaped out of bed. I had my pants halfway up when Logan knocked, then opened the door without waiting for a response. “Go time. Hope you two were done.”
Karen grabbed her phone and cursed. “They’re sending a car for me too. Must be some action.”
“Must be.” I took her hands in mine and kissed her. It was a special kiss, one which held a lifetime of love and affection. A kiss of goodbye. As I thought every time, I hoped it wouldn’t be our last.
The others said goodbye to Karen while I finished dressing, and then we were rushing into the garage, loading up the car, and driving through Marrakesh.
Driving toward danger.
The Moroccan city was beautiful and ancient, though we hadn’t seen much of it since being holed up in our safe house, waiting for orders. Nor would we see more of it as we drove to the north side of town and into the countryside. It was a few miles farther to the pickup location, where a Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk Helicopter waited with its rotors already spinning. We rushed on board, and the moment our boots left the ground, so did the helicopter.
We pulled on our headphones so we could communicate. “We heading to the briefing room?”
“Afraid not,” the pilot said. “Taking you straight into the shit. You’ll be briefed en route.”
A chipper-sounding analyst hopped on the radio and began explaining the situation. The terrorists we’d been waiting to hit were discovered in an abandoned goat farm on the outskirts of Marrakesh. They had half a dozen civilians as prisoners. We needed to ensure they survived, and the terrorists so they could be pumped for intel. No shots fired, if possible.
“Great,” Hunter said next to me, his voice amplified in my headphones. “Might as well tie our hands behind our backs.”
“Layouts are being sent to you now,” Karen’s voice said on the radio. “No biological or chemical threats. Just small arms.”
Logan pulled out a computer tablet which showed a rough blueprint sketch of the building. There was one main room, with a long hallway which ran the length of the building from the entrance to the room.
“I don’t see any windows marked,” I pointed out.
The analyst on the radio said, “There are none.”
“Can’t make our own, not with civies inside,” Logan said. “No other entry points?”
“Just the one.”
“Then through the front door we go.”
“What are we supposed to do? Tell them we’re selling Girl Scout cookies?” Hunter said. “Bro, I don’t like it.”
“Don’t have to like it. Just have to obey,” Logan pointed out with a trickle of authority in his voice.
We flew east out of the city, then swung around to the south. We had to make a wide curve around the farm so we could hit it from the most advantageous angle, with the most cover. The sun hung low in the sky, but it would still be at least two hours before sundown. Daytime strikes were always risky. At night we could use the darkness and confusion to our advantage. In the day, we didn’t have any of that to shield us.
Try as I might, I couldn’t shake the feeling that none of this was normal. The bad feeling stuck behind my ribs wouldn’t disappear. I kept it to myself, because unlike Hunter I didn’t need to voice every single unhappiness.
Here’s hoping it goes smoothly.
We landed south of the farm and moved out with our gear. Logan led the way at a jog, our rifles held at the ready. From this angle we were able to use a hedge of bushes as cover, which brought us right up to the building without ever exposing ourselves. Everything around the farm seemed dead; not an animal or bird in sight. No grass, only dirt. It was eerie.
The building was squat and made from white stone, with wooden beams sticking out at the corners. We stopped next to the door and listened. There were no noises inside. Totally silent. I wondered if we had the right place, or if our intel was bad.
“Capture only,” Logan whispered. “No itchy trigger fingers.”
“Copy that, LC,” Hunter and I said at the same time.
He held up his fingers. Three. Two. One…
He kicked the door in.
Hunter charged down the hall first, with Logan next. I took up the rear as we moved into the building, and into unknown danger. We reached the end of the hall and turned into the main room.
The others were stopped just inside. I froze behind them, then lowered my rifle.
The room was filled with balloons. And streamers. And tables filled with food on serving trays, with little blue-and-pink plates. A metal tub was filled with ice, beer, and champagne. A giant banner hung from the ceiling, the word, “CONGRATULATIONS,” printed in big, bold letters.
Our entire team was inside. All the S2 analysts and technicians and supporting crew for SEAL Team 13, drinks in hand. Even Admiral Harbaugh was there in her uniform.
Karen stood in the middle of all of them, grinning at us.
“Bro,” Hunter said. “Punch me in the safe, ‘cause I think I’m dreaming.”
“You can put your guns down now,” Karen said. “We removed the firing pins, so there wouldn’t be an accident.”
I looked down. “You touched Ariel?”
Karen came in for a kiss. “I was gentle.”
“What does that mean?” Logan asked, pointing at the banner. “Are we being forced into retirement? Because goddamnit Admiral, I told you we have another decade of fight left in us.”
“Calm down, Lieutenant Commander,” Harbaugh said. She arched an eyebrow that said he’d better watch his tone. “It’s not retirement. Remember how the three of you submitted sperm samples in case anything ever happened to you?”
I felt lightheaded. We’d talked about this. Logan, Hunter, and I all wanted children. Hunter especially so. But Karen had been on the fence. She was younger, and didn’t think she was ready.
Karen put her hand on my chest. “You know that trip I made out to Raleigh to see my old roommate? Well, I wasn’t actually seeing Linda…”
“Bro, are you as confused as I am?” Hunter asked Logan. “I feel like I’m being punked, but the punchline is going way over my head.”
Everyone was watching and smiling. One of the other analysts traded my rifle for a glass of champagne.
“I went ahead and got IVF,” Karen said, the words heavy with meaning. “I would have told you, but I knew it would be more fun if it was a surprise. So…” She held her hands out. “Surprise!”
I hugged her so hard I almost dropped my champagne. “It’s perfect.”
“Are you forreal?” Hunter said. “I’ve been trying to convince you for weeks. And you were acting all coy!”
“I had six eggs removed, fertilized, and re-implanted,” Karen explained. “Two eggs for each of your sperm.”
“Holy shit,” Hunter said, eyes wide. “You’re having six babies?”
Karen and several analysts laughed. “Not all eggs successfully implant. Sometimes it doesn’t even work at all. I went back for my check-up yesterday, though. I’m pregnant.”
Logan finally wrapped her in a hug. Excitement was beginning to replace his shock.
“Well?” Hunter demanded. “How many are, um, inside?”
She held up three fingers. “Three. I’m having fraternal triplets.”
Hunter’s face split in a huge smile. “One for each of us!”
“Well, not necessarily…” Karen began.
Hunter threw her over a shoulder and carried her outside, cheering and shouting about how he was going to be a dad. We all laughed and followed outside with our drinks. Hunter lapped the building twice before I stepped in front of him.
“Careful, buddy. Be gentle with her.”
“Oh. Oh, shit!” He put her down and looked crestfallen.
“I’m not a piece of glass. I won’t break.”
“I’m just so happy,” Hunter said. “I can’t help it!”
I felt my chest tighten with emotion. Seeing Hunter so excited almost overpowered my own giddiness.
I’m going to be a father. And I get to share the experience with my two best friends.
Logan slapped me on the shoulder, and then we embraced.
“We’re going to need to be more selective with the missions we send you on,” Admiral Harbaugh said. “Fewer combat drops. More escort missions.”
“Don’t you dare go soft on us,” Logan warned.
“Oh? Would you prefer I force you into retirement after all?”
Logan put up both hands. “Okay, okay…”
Karen raised her glass, and everyone joined her. “A toast. To the Lucky 13th. The best SEAL Team in the world, and my personal favorites.”
“To all of the 13th,” I said. “Not just the three of us, but all the analysts, technicians, and specialists who make our job easier. We’re all a team.”
“I’ll say,” Karen said, though she meant it in a different way than I did.
“Let’s talk about names,” Hunter said. “I always wanted a boy named Gunner.”
“Gunner!” Karen said, choking on her water. “Surely that’s a joke.”
“What’s wrong with Gunner?”
“Well, for one thing, I might give you three girls.”
“But if one of them is a boy…”
We toasted our glasses and went back inside to celebrate with food and more drinks.
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