Free Holding Out For A Hero: SEALs, Soldiers, Spies, Cops, FBI Agents and Rangers by Tawny Weber, Opal Carew, Sharon Hamilton, Lisa Hughey, Denise A. Agnew, Caridad Pineiro, Gennita Low, Karen Fenech

grabbed a condom he kept in the nightstand, pulled her to the bed, lying back against the pillows, his erection so thick it was nearly causing him pain.
    “Let me,” she whispered as he opened the packet. Her fingers smoothed the ribbed plastic over his cock, raising one eyebrow as she did so. “I like the way you prepare.”
    “Always, darlin’.”
    He brought her up on top of him, massaging the lips of her sex with his fingers, pulling aside the elastic and sliding her over his hardness until he hooked himself at her opening. Her knees at the sides of his hips, she arched back as she rose up. Then he grabbed her hips and forced her down on him.
    Her long sorry moan was achingly sweet, telegraphing her need and the satisfaction of having him deep inside her. He helped her body move up and down on him, each time arching his own hips to receive the depth of her warm channel. She bounced as he impaled her, her full breasts kissed by warm, pink knotted nipples she squeezed herself.
    He could smell her arousal through the sweaty heat they were making, flesh slapping against flesh, as he tried to give her more than she could handle. Yet she wanted more.
    He was going to explode when her muscles began a rolling wave, milking his cock. He pressed one thumb down against her clitoris where they were joined, and she unraveled.
    He tossed her onto her belly, roughly spread her knees apart, and lapped her juices from behind as she shuddered and convulsed in front of him. Her salty taste nearly had him spilling, so he grabbed a pillow, inserting it under her belly and raising her rump up at the perfect angle, plunged in deep, and held. Catching a breath, he pulled back and then rammed inside again, holding. She melted beneath him, totally conquered, releasing and clamping down on him.
    He bit the side of her neck, her shoulder. She dug her nails into his thigh, so he spanked her. Her muffled “Oh” drove him crazy. He reached under and rubbed his forefinger against her nub, causing her to bounce and shudder until he’d wrung her out. His seed flowed, the satisfying release taking him over the threshold into a dream state.
    He was lulled to near sleep with the sounds of her heavy breathing. At last, they rolled to the side, and he buried his face in the hair at the back of her neck, and in that perfumed forest, he began to fall asleep. He was fairly sure he’d never slept with her before. He didn’t always remember faces, but he remembered bodies. Still, the routine was as familiar as if they’d been partners for years, like a memory was trying to surface he’d long tucked away. Maybe he was remembering the lady from North Carolina who had become the standard bearer for him.
    Just before he allowed himself to let go and tumble into the deep satisfying rest he needed, he heard the faint knocking on his hotel room door.

Nashville Seal: Chapter Three
     
     
    Heather was a fragrant, fading memory, having left in the early morning hours. He noticed that on the way to the elevator, she slipped something on the fourth finger of her left hand when she didn’t realize he was looking, just before she safely tucked herself behind the elevator doors.
    He figured half the women he slept with were married, about to be married, or about to be divorced. Those ladies were probably a bit safer for him, to be honest. He’d enjoyed himself and hoped she did too. There wasn’t any expectation of a future meeting, and that worked just fine for him.
    Early morning was one of his favorite times of the day. Alone at last, naked and satisfied, resting in the sheets with their lingering combined perfume. Sometimes, he’d stay up and write songs or pick on some chords he was working on. His confidence was fired up. He told himself this was a good thing that he took away as much as he gave in these exciting encounters. There was nothing better than to feel he’d satisfied a woman’s fantasies. Nothing better than to be the object of her fantasy,