Fall Dirty (SEALs Undone Book 8)
Fall Dirty
Zoe York
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Contents
Foreword
About This Book
The SEALs Undone Series
Other Military Romance by Zoe York
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
What to Read Next? Booty Call by Ainsley Booth
About the Author
Copyright
Foreword
I named this series SEALs Undone because that’s exactly what happens. Big, tough Navy SEALs are undone by the women they fall hard for. These stories are light on conflict, full of sexy heat, and short enough to read in a single night.
A special thanks to Jessica A. for helping me figure out the Spanish translations on this one!
There are eight stories out in this series now. Each can be read as a standalone romance. And if you enjoy my SEAL romances, check out the ASSIGNMENT: Caribbean Nights world (Navy SEALs on islands!), and my Pine Harbour series (small town military romance).
I hope you enjoy!
~ Zoe
About This Book
Navy SEAL Hunter Dex is a man on a mission. His beautiful new girlfriend is hiding her deepest desires from him and he wants that to change.
Serena Bradley is a woman with a secret. But when Hunter whisks her away for a weekend in Vegas with his friend Quinn, her hunger to be shared boils dangerously close to the surface.
The SEALs Undone Series
Fall Out - Drew and Annie
Fall Hard - Jared and Cassie
Fall Away - Trick and Gaby
Fall Deep - Miles and Piper
Fall Fast - Nathan and Emme
Fall Back - Cade and Mel
Fall Dark - Vince and Larken
Fall Dirty - Hunter and Serena
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Other Military Romance by Zoe York
Pine Harbour
small town sexy military romance
Love in a Small Town
Love in a Snow Storm
Love on a Spring Morning
Love on a Summer Night
Love on the Run
ASSIGNMENT: Caribbean Nights
small town island military romance
Ruined by the SEAL
Bound by the SEAL
Cherished by the SEAL
Camp Firefly Falls
summer camp for adults!
Skinny Dipping Dare
Chapter One
Hunter Dex tugged his girlfriend down onto his sweat-slicked body and gave her a deep, searing kiss that he hoped told her just how amazing he thought she was. She melted into him and he felt himself rising to attention all over again.
“Wow,” Serena breathed, sliding off his naked body. “That was incredible.”
“Give me another minute and we can have a super fun repeat,” he rumbled, circling her wrist with his fingers. He wanted to tug her back against him and get as deep inside her as he possibly could.
As good as it was—and it was incredible—he couldn’t help but feel like there was a part of her he hadn’t reached yet.
She kept moving away and he tightened his grip on her. She glanced back at him over her shoulder. He didn’t miss how her breath stopped as she caught her lower lip between her teeth.
He squeezed. Yeah, baby. Come back to bed.
They’d been dating for six weeks and with each passing day, he just found himself wanting more and more Serena Bradley in his life.
“That’s hard to say no to.” She gave him an apologetic smile and he released her hand. “But I warned you when you came over that I have work to do. And I still do, no matter how good you look in my bed.”
She knew how to work him, that was for sure. He grinned and flexed his pecs. “Look good, do I?”
She just laughed and patted his arm before moving across the room and pulling on her robe.
He watched the sweet curve of her ass disappear behind silky black fabric and sighed. Can I hang around and soak up your awesomeness? “I get it. Will you be up all night?”
Serena was an artist. She did a bunch of different things, all amazing, and from time to time she took off to parts unknown with her makeup case. She’d done that disappearing act twice since they started dating.
When he’d arrived tonight, she’d been working on a mask. Too heavy to practically wear, the sensual piece of art would be hung on someone’s wall.
Soon, apparently.
“Not all night,” she tossed over her shoulder. “If you want to stay over…”
He wanted all right. He followed her out of the bedroom, tugging on his boxer briefs. She lived by herself in a small bungalow she’d inherited from her grandmother, so there was little chance of being disturbed, but Serena had never wandered around naked and he got a vibe from her that she’d find it strange if he did.
As much as he liked this woman, found her fascinating and craved her more and more every day, she was still an enigma in many ways.
“Love to,” he said as she settled at her drafting table in the spare bedroom-turned-art studio. “Should I order delivery?”
She nodded, already not paying full attention to him. “Something with rice?”
“Done. Can I plug my phone in somewhere? The battery was low when I arrived.”
“Mmm,” she mumbled. Her eyes narrowed, concentrating hard on some delicate detail on the mask. “Laptop’s in the living room. There’s a cable attached to it.”
He watched her for a minute, cataloging the way she held her breath as she loaded her paint brush with thick, inky blackness, then exhaled carefully as she applied it to the mask. He knew that type of control well—he used the same breathing pattern when he was behind a rifle. It was a good way to trick oneself into thinking what you were about to do was no big deal, but the creations that came out of this studio were definitely a big deal.
She didn’t talk a lot about her work, either the masks and paintings she created, or the elaborate make-up artistry she flew around the country for, either.
Client confidentiality—another thing they had in common, although Hunter’s client was the United States Navy. More lord and master than client, really. He’d been a SEAL for nine years. He’d recently transferred from the east coast teams to the west coast, and the last thing he thought he’d fall into after arriving in San Diego was a serious relationship.
Not that Serena had given him any clue that was what she wanted.
But their connection…in less than two months, she’d taken ownership on a piece of his heart—real estate he didn’t even know was up for sale.
They’d met almost by accident. He’d been invited to a bar by some of his new Team 11 teammates, and since he was still new to the area, had gotten the address wrong and walked into an art gallery instead.
Best mistake he’d ever made.
He’d blown off his friends that night with an apologetic text, and chatted up the beautiful artist instead.
When he returned the next night, she invited him back to her place. At the time, he’d thought the bungalow was artsy and eclectic, like the one-night stand he’d stumbled into.
The sex had been fantastic.
Then they’d done it again the next night, and the night after that.
Now he looked around her cozy living room and saw a possible shared future together.
Jesus, he needed to go blow something up. His estrogen levels were gett
ing dangerously high. Next thing he knew, he’d be suggesting a weekend of antiquing.
Flopping on her couch, he grabbed the laptop from the coffee table and plugged the as-promised attached charging cable to his phone. Then he opened the laptop and typed in her password.
He got half-hard remembering when she’d told it to him, curled up in his lap late one night a few weeks earlier.
He’d needed to check his email, but his phone had been all the way over there.
“You can use my computer,” she’d murmured sleepily, her lips rubbing against his neck. He’d pulled the coffee table closer and opened it up.
“Type in your password, beautiful.”
“You do it. No laughing. It’s freakygrl2.”
“Freaky girl?” He’d palmed her ass and shifted between her legs. A condom had been equally as far away as his phone, and she’d been tired, so he’d restrained himself from making her prove it.
The truth was, she was sensual and earthy, but freaky?
He shook his head. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but underneath her artist exterior he’d found a sweet, warm, caring woman.
The marrying kind of woman.
Now he typed in that same password, chuckling to himself as her browser popped into sight. She’d been reading an article about raising chickens in an urban environment.
Real freaky, beautiful.
He clicked over to another tab, leaving that article for her to read later, half-wondering if his future might include chicken feed, so it took him a second to realize what he was looking at on the new screen.
Then he blinked. Twice.
Blush Shoppe, the website cheerily called itself in a pretty logo in the top left-hand corner.
Right above the picture of a butt plug.
Blink.
Hunter told himself to close the computer. He even guiltily looked over his shoulder toward the studio, because snooping was so wrong. But then he didn’t close it. He scanned the page, taking everything in. She hadn’t added anything to her shopping cart. Maybe someone else had sent her the link, like… haha, look at this pretty glass butt plug with a flower in its base?
His dick flexed and he shifted the computer. Not the time, buddy. He pressed the heel of his hand hard into his crotch, but his cock misunderstood the message and filled further with very interested blood.
God damn it. Squeezing his thighs together, he glared at the screen and hit the Back button to return to the last viewed page on that tab in the browser.
Holy hell. A glass dildo, this one matching the plug. And before that, other similar sets, but the pink ones with the flowers were the nicest. They suited Serena best.
His sweet, studious, future chicken-raising Serena.
Hands shaking, he returned the browser to how he found it and abandoned his plans to order in. He returned the computer to the coffee table, stood up, and stalked into the bedroom.
“Delivery will take forever at this hour,” he called out, shoving his arms into his shirt. “I’m gonna run out and grab something.”
* * *
Serena wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Hunter had hollered something about going out, but when she looked at the clock and it was nearly eleven, and her stomach was growling, she realized it had been a while.
She rinsed her paint brushes and pushed her chair back from her drafting table. The mask was nearly done. She still had two make-up sketches to do before bed, but she could do them in the living room while they ate something and watched late night TV.
Grabbing her sketchpad, she wandered into the living room, where she dropped it on the coffee table next to her laptop. Hunter was definitely still out. She looked around for her phone, tracing her steps back to the bedroom when she couldn’t find it. She was on her second lap of the small house when the front door opened and she heard Hunter’s heavy footsteps in the entrance way.
He stopped short when he saw her standing in the hallway. “Hi.”
“Hey, you,” she said softly, swishing her robe loosely around her bare legs. Hunter brought out the playful girl inside her, let her shuck off the stressed-out small business owner and just be…simple. “I’m almost done my work. I’ve got a few sketches to do, but—”
She cut herself off as he dropped the brown paper bag he was holding on the table and crossed the room in three easy strides, picking her up on the fourth step and crashing his mouth down over hers on the fifth—right before he pressed her against the wall and rocked one of his powerful thighs between her legs.
His usually soft lips were firm and demanding, pressing her mouth open so he could ravage her with his tongue. His hands found the edge of her robe and yanked, baring her quickly over-heating skin.
Who was this man? Hunter was an eager, talented lover, and a strong, capable man, but he’d never dominated her like this. Her heart slammed against her chest as he lifted her higher, effortlessly holding her against the wall as his mouth closed over her nipple. He sucked her flesh hard against his tongue, his teeth scraping her skin.
Yes, please. She whimpered and closed her eyes, and for a second, she felt his hesitation. She held her breath.
“Tell me you want this,” he rasped against her skin.
She jerked her head roughly. “Yes.”
His fingers tightened on her hips and she rocked her pelvis, but there was nothing to rub against—he was holding her against the wall and levering himself away from body. His grip grew nearly painful as he pulled at her other nipple with his mouth, sucking it to a matching, aching point. She welcomed that pinch, wriggled against it, hoping he’d leave bruises.
Her heart pounded at the unexpected pleasure. The unexpected pain.
She never wanted to forget this moment. Whatever brought it on, it was a gift to a part of her she kept locked tight, the part that wanted to be ravaged.
Back and forth he went until she was wound tight, swollen and desperate for relief. And still she swallowed her pleas for what she wanted next, because that same dirty girl hiding inside hoped he’d just somehow know what she needed.
That was a lot of faith to put in a guy who’d never hinted at any kink in his past.
But the way he set her back down and pinned her against the wall was promising. His hands blindly finding her wrists as he kissed her again, sucking her lower lip into his mouth until she felt the corresponding tug deep in her belly.
And then sensible doubt broke through the surface. She shoved her arousal away for a second and grasped for a low-hanging branch of sensible decision-making. “Hunter, hang on.”
Chapter Two
Serena’s heart slammed in her chest as Hunter froze. Good. That he stopped right away was good.
That she wanted him to keep going, to push her to her limit…that wasn’t smart. It was hot as hell, though. And her stupid, foolish body also thought it was likely he might just do it, because his hands were still on her wrists, pressing her hands above her head and against the wall.
He stared at her, his gaze hot and intense. “I thought—”
“Don’t stop. Just…” She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to figure out the crazy mess of thoughts in her head.
“You’re so sexy, Serena.” His voice rubbed into her skin as he shifted against her. One hand still pinning her wrists to the wall, the other rustling between them.
He was undoing his belt.
She swallowed hard.
“Do I tell you how crazy you make me? All the dirty things I imagine doing to you?” She shook her head and he groaned. “I should. But I don’t know if you want to hear them.”
Oh God, she did.
He nipped at her jaw, his breath hot as his lips found her ear. “And you haven’t told me all the dirty things you want me to do, either.”
Her pulse picked up again. That was an understatement. Maybe.
Did she want more from Hunter?
They’d fallen so quickly into something good, they’d zoomed past that point where one tested out a potential p
artner for boundaries and willingness to be dirty. They’d settled into fun and happy.
She shook as he traced the curve of her ear with the tip of his tongue.
“What do you want me to do here, beautiful?”
Did he really want her to answer that? “Uhhhh…”
“That’s not an answer. Do you want to come? Do you want me to eat your delicious pussy? Or turn you around and fuck you into the wall?”
Was all of that an option? “Yes.”
“Both?”
She nodded. “I…yes, both. I want your tongue. I want you to lick me.” God, saying the words made her way too hot already. “And then I want you to bend me over and fuck me from behind.”
He pressed harder against her, hip to hip, his erection sliding sloppily against her wetness. “Your wish is my command.”
He dropped to his knees and parted her folds with his fingers, and a rush of moisture slicked the tops of her thighs. He groaned as he dove in, licking and sucking it all up before settling his attention on her clit and the sensitive surrounding tissue. Around and around he went, circling her swollen skin until she was shaking, standing on the precipice. His fingers teased her wet entrance, holding back from actually penetrating her—maybe he knew that if he did, she’d come all over his hand like a shameless hussy.
“Please, Hunter,” she begged, rocking her hips shamelessly against his face.
“Say it, beautiful. Your wish is my command but you gotta say it.”
“Make me come,” she crooned, banging her head against the wall.
He latched on to her clit and sucked greedily at the same time as he slid two fingers into her pussy and curled the tips in a come here motion. No kidding, come here. As in, come right here, right now, on fucking command.
The orgasm started in her belly and swirled outward with amazing force, exploding all of her senses. Her sight dimmed and her skin went hot, then cold, and hot again, all prickly and desperate for more of his touch.