Finding Kenna (SEAL Team Hawaii #3)(96)

“Yes,” she encouraged as he hesitated a fraction of a second.

Then he was inside her once again. She was so wet, so turned on, she took him easily, as if she’d been made just for this man—and she felt like she was.

He fucked her hard and fast, groaning every time he bottomed out inside her. One of his hands moved between them and he flicked her clit with a firm touch. He knew exactly how and where to touch her to make her fly.

And fly she did. Her inner muscles gripped him tightly as she came. Marshall moaned as he fucked her through her orgasm, pushing inside her so deep, Kenna felt a pinch of pain. Then he came. And came. And came. So much, she wasn’t sure he would ever stop.

When he finally opened his eyes and looked at her, she melted at his loving expression.

He fell to his side, holding her ass so she wouldn’t lose his cock, then rolled to his back. This was one of Kenna’s favorite positions. Straddling his waist, his dick deep inside her, and using his chest as a pillow. His hand stayed on her butt, making it clear he was happy right where he was.

He spoke for the first time since bringing her into the room. “I love you, Kenna. I’d live on the moon if you wanted to. I just want you to be safe. And happy.”

“I am,” she reassured him. “I can’t imagine us being anywhere else.”

“All right.”

“All right?” she asked. “We’ll stay here? No more talk about selling and moving to Waikiki?”

Marshall nodded.

“Yay!” Kenna said with a huge smile.

Marshall grinned and shook his head in exasperation.

“You know it’s early, right?” she asked. “Are we going to sleep now?”

His easy grin turned a bit wicked. “A nap, yes. Then you’re gonna suck my cock and I’m gonna eat you out. Then I want to take you from behind, before fucking you face-to-face again.”

“Do I have any say in this?” she teased.

“No.”

But she knew otherwise. He’d never do anything she wasn’t one hundred percent all right with. “Okay. But I want to try reverse cowgirl. You know, on top but facing your feet.”

“Done,” he said without hesitation.

As if she even thought he’d disagree.

She squirmed a bit on top of him and his hand tightened on her ass cheek.

“Stay still,” he told her. “I want to fall asleep inside you.”

Damn, she liked his bossy side.

She clenched around his cock, and felt him twitch.

“No,” he said, slapping her ass gently. “It’s too soon, and I took you hard. You need to recover.”

Yup, she definitely liked this side of him. “Then stop turning me on,” she complained.

He smiled then, and she sighed in contentment when his free hand came up to her neck. “I love you,” he whispered. “So damn much.”

“I love you too,” she returned.

They were quiet for a long while, basking in contentment and love.

Marshall’s hand on her neck eventually relaxed as he fell asleep. Kenna wasn’t sure he’d really meant it when he’d suggested a nap. He must’ve been a bit stressed, telling her about moving.

She wasn’t tired in the least but loved lying on top of her man as he dozed. He’d wake up soon enough and do exactly as he promised. He was a man of his word, and it was one of a million things she loved about him. She’d stopped looking for his faults. He had them, there was no doubt, but she also knew they’d seem inconsequential compared to all his positive qualities.

Kenna stared out the window at the fluffy clouds and blue sky. The sun would set in thirty minutes or so…and she couldn’t help but think about how different the weather was two weeks ago. On that night. If there hadn’t been a storm raging, she didn’t want to think about how different the outcome might’ve been. While the rain and wind had been scary, it had also saved her life. And Marshall’s.

“Kenna. You aren’t napping,” Marshall muttered as his hand tightened once more on her nape.

“Sorry,” she whispered, not sorry in the least.

“You’re gonna need your sleep,” he warned.

“Okay, okay, I’m closing my eyes,” she told him.

He turned his head, kissed her temple, and almost immediately started snoring once more.

Kenna may have thought that she didn’t need a man, but she was wrong.

She needed this man.

She fell asleep with a smile on her face, knowing whatever might come in the future, she would always need Marshall, right by her side.





A month later, Pid and the rest of the team were tense as they flew in a helicopter toward the American Embassy in Algeria. The country was in the midst of an intense power struggle…the people versus the president, who’d been in power for over twenty years. An unprecedented ten percent of the population had taken to the streets in protest of his continued rule. At first, the protests had been peaceful. Over time, they’d turned more and more violent, and the United States had made the decision to evacuate their representatives until things were more stable.

The saddest part was the number of foreigners who’d made their way to the country to take advantage of the unstable infrastructure. Homes and business were broken into or burned down, and looting was rampant.