Free Hot SEALs: Reclaiming the SEAL (Kindle Worlds) (Lost and Found Series Book 11) by J.M. Madden Page A

that evening and made a commiserating sound as she pressed kisses across his face. “You look completely whipped. Can I do anything for you?”
    She hovered over him and his eyes drifted to her breasts. For some reason she’d taken off her scrub shirt and only wore her plain white undershirt, which outlined her breasts to perfection. Julie noticed his attention and posed a little playfully. “I don’t know if you’re ready for any heavy duty action yet.”
    Gabe gave her a look. She was probably right but man he would like to try.
    “I have an idea,” she murmured.
    Gabe tracked her as she moved around the room. First she went to the door and flipped the lock. Then she moved to the bathroom and ran a basin of steaming hot water. As she returned to the bed she grabbed a washcloth and towel from the rack.
    The look in her eyes made Gabe’s cock harden.
    He still wore the t-shirt and shorts from rehab. He hadn’t had the energy to sit in the shower and get cleaned up. And now, as she began to tug the clothes out of the way, he was extremely thankful.
    Julie soaked the washcloth then twisted as much water out of the cloth as she could. While it was still hot she draped it over his right pectoral. The heat sank into his abused body. Pushing a wheelchair used completely different muscles, he’d learned. She did the same movement several times, moving the heat all over his body. Yes, she scrubbed too, but the warmth was what made him sigh.
    Then she reached his lower belly and he remembered what had started all this. Without jostling his leg she tugged his boxer-briefs down, then wrapped his hard cock in that cloth.
    It had been weeks now since they’d made love, right before he’d left for the field. As she bent over to sink her mouth down his length, Gabe groaned. The sight of her tongue reaching out to stroke the head of his cock, savoring the taste of him, ratcheted his arousal through the roof. Gripping his hard length in her hand she started to pump, timing the movement of her tongue. Within just a few seconds, Gabe was a goner. Crying out, he gripped the sheets in his fists and let the orgasm rock through him.
    When he looked down, Julie ginned him. The washcloth had caught the mess and had been disposed of. “How do those endorphins feel, honey?”
    Gabe laughed. “Awesome. Do you do these sponge baths for all your patients?”
    Returning his grin she leaned over to kiss him on the lips. “Nope. Only the ones I love.”
    He pulled her up onto the bed with him in a hug. This was exactly the relaxation he’d needed after the demanding rehab.
    A couple of days later, Gabe was on his feet and realized he had a new problem. Yes, the bone was growing back together but there was a deficit. His right leg was now two centimeters shorter than his left. No, not a lot, but enough that his gait was off just a touch. At night, when he was done with the rehab work and luxuriating in a hot shower, he could really feel the pinch in his back from compensating for the difference.
    It was very hard not to get depressed when he realized this would be a permanent problem. Possibly enough of a problem to knock him out of the SEALs.
    Julie seemed to know that he was having trouble with it all because she showed up in a dress as he was getting out of the shower. Gabe stared at her, stunned at how pretty she looked. “You take my breath away,” he told her.
    She beamed at him, her green eyes narrowing with her smile. “Thank you. And I can’t tell you how happy it makes me that you are on your feet. I thought you might like to celebrate.”
    In spite of the tiredness, excitement flared to life. “What did you have in mind? Another sponge bath?”
    Laughing, Julie shook her head and leaned up for a kiss. “I thought we could go grab some ice cream. Put your shorts on and we’ll go for a drive.”
    She didn’t have to tell him twice. He had barely been outside at all. Moving carefully, Gabe got dressed then eyed the wheelchair