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Chapter One
Maceo
There’s nothing quite as refreshing as an early morning run—well, for me at least. Though it’s not like I have much of a say in the matter. I’m used to waking up at the crack of dawn.
Living as a Navy SEAL for ten years changes you. It conditions you and organizes every aspect of your life ‘till you run like a finely tuned engine. After my retirement from the navy two years ago, I’m still up by five o’clock each and every morning, regardless of what recovery mission I’m currently involved in or how hard I’ve partied the night before.
God, I’ve missed the quiet of this place. It’s good to be back home.
The peace it gives me as I run along the Cache la Poudre River and Rocky Mountains is almost enough to silence the demons. Almost, but never fully gone. This near-perfect atmosphere is the reason why I’ve decided to set down roots here in Fort Collins, Colorado with my men and take my security company to the next level.
My workout isn’t helped by the fact I’ve only slept for three hours. This run is killing me, which only pushes me harder. I’m not a runner by any stretch of the imagination. I’m a fighter and a heavy weights kind of guy. But I like the challenge and thrive on it. Plus, I need the cardio in my daily routine. My eyes are burning, my lungs and legs are bitching at me, but I welcome it. It reminds me I’m alive when many of my brothers in service no longer are.
Doesn’t help that it’s been nearly three months since I’ve had sex. Back to back missions don’t exactly give me enough time to find a sweet little thing I’m willing to be balls deep in. Unlike some of the guys on my crew who will fuck any woman who wants their dick, I’m more selective in my choice of bedmates. I’m not willing to risk my health for a quick fuck—regardless of always keeping my member covered and being tested regularly—it’s not worth the risk.
A fuck buddy with no strings attached is not something most women go for, leaving my playing field extremely limited. I could be a bigger dick and promise a woman flowers and a happily-ever-after to get her in bed, but I won’t. I give it to her straight and let her decide if she can handle it when I’m gone.
I don’t do relationships—I never have, and I sure as fuck don’t plan on it in the future. I’ve seen too many relationships go bad while in the navy. I made a ‘no relationship’ rule for myself early in life. There are only three ways it ends—cheating, divorce, or death. In my case, it would probably be death, and there’s no reason to involve a woman in my messy life. The fact I haven’t found a woman who can change my mind only solidifies my view on it.
Happily-ever-after doesn’t exist—at least not for most people. Hence, it’s a bachelor’s life for me, but damn if my cock isn’t angry with me for holding it back.
Thinking about getting my dick wet makes it twitch in response, as if begging me to make it happen soon.
Yes, I know you want to get laid. No, I’m not ignoring you. I’m presently waiting for the right playmate to walk into my life.
It’s been thirty minutes since I’ve started on this trail, and I’m ready to head back to the house when I see the shape of someone up ahead running my way. Another early riser. My eyes home in on the gorgeous figure.
It’s a petite young woman with light brown hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. Her toned sun-kissed legs are accentuated by the short running shorts. I want to see her backside to confirm if her ass is as firm as my imagination guesses. Her face is thin and oval with an elfin nose and luscious pink lips. The tank top she’s wearing is suctioned to her tight body, outlining her perky breasts, which are bouncing hypnotically as she runs.
My once-twitching dick is now semi-hard, and my mouth instantly salivates as I take in the tiny little thing running toward me.Goddamn, she’s a wet dream come true!It’s as if God himself was listening and sending me exactly what I need.
A smirk spreads across my face as our paths converge, but my smile falls when I see the fucking hellhound barreling down on her from behind.
Like flipping a switch, I go into full SEAL mode, charging right toward the pretty pixie who doesn’t have a clue as to the danger she’s in.
“Hey!” I yell to get her attention. But she doesn’t hear me. I get closer, and I see she has fucking earbuds in, putting her more at risk than I originally assessed.
I scream again as I run, waving my arms over my head and hoping the movement will catch her attention.
She spots me this time and stops in her tracks, her eyes going wide.
“Fuck!” I race faster to reach her. I didn’t want her to stop. The beast of a dog is sure to attack her if she doesn’t move.
Before she has a chance to say a peep, I’m on top of her and flinging her over my shoulder, OTS survival-style, and running in the opposite direction of the huge black dog.
The pixie screams as I race away, the dog barking as it charges us.
“It’s okay. I gotcha.” But her screaming only continues, probably because she saw Cujo chasing after us.
“Help!” she screams as she squirms and kicks violently under my tight hold over her firm thighs. I really shouldn’t be thinking about how good her legs feel under my touch, but I can’t help myself.
“HELP!”
“I got you, baby. He won’t hurt you.”
The dog’s barks are getting closer, which, I won’t lie, makes me panic slightly. The fucking hound is mammoth. I’m used to dealing with terrorists, killers, mafia—people, not feral animals the size of a damn mountain lion. I need to get us to higher ground immediately.
“Fuck!” I grunt as the dog closes in on my heels.
