Page 8 of A Very Grumpy Navy SEAL (Wolf Valley: Grumps #10)

EIGHT

Koa

I wake to the soft weight of Lula draped over me.

Her thigh is hooked over my hip, her arm thrown across my chest, and her cheek pressed below my collarbone. Her slow, even breaths puff against my skin, and every now and then, she makes a sleepy little sound somewhere between a sigh and a hum that shoots straight to my chest.

And my dick.

She shifts on top of me, rubbing herself against me, and I curse under my breath.

Fuck, I want her.

I’m hard as a damn rock, but I don’t move. I don’t want to. I want to lie here and memorize this. Her weight on me. The warmth of her skin. The faint scent of shampoo and sex still lingering on her.

It’s the best morning of my life.

I slide my hand up her bare back slowly, letting my fingertips skim over her spine, committing every dip and curve to memory. She shivers and nuzzles in closer, her soft lips brushing the center of my chest. My muscles tighten, and my cock throbs where it presses between us.

You would think that after all the times that I made love to her last night, I’d be tired. But I’m not. It’s like I can’t get enough of Lula.

“Morning,” she murmurs against my skin.

“Morning,” I rasp, tightening my arm around her.

She shifts, her body rubbing against mine, and I groan low in my throat. Lula freezes, then peeks up at me with sleepy eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Oh,” she says, and her lips twitch into a sly little smile. “That’s…impressive.”

“You’ve got no one to blame but yourself, Bunny,” I murmur, brushing her hair out of her face.

She blinks at me, her smile growing bolder. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. You’ve been draped all over me for the last ten minutes, making those little sleepy noises.”

Her brows lift innocently. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I roll her onto her back in one fluid motion, bracing myself on my forearms above her. She gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders.

I grin down at her. “You were practically humping me in your sleep.”

“I was not!” she squeals, laughing.

I nuzzle into her neck, dragging my lips over her pulse. “Bunny,” I growl, “you were. And now I’ve got a problem only you can fix.”

Her breath catches as I roll my hips into hers, letting her feel every inch of how badly I want her.

“God,” she breathes, her legs falling open for me without hesitation. “You’re insatiable.”

“Only for you.”

I can’t resist her any longer. My hand slips to the back of her neck, and I hold her in place as my lips land on hers. I kiss her slowly, deeply, taking my time. Her body melts beneath mine, soft and eager.

I can feel how hot and wet she is for me. Every brush of her pussy against my cock drives out of my mind.

I break the kiss and make my way down Lula’s body, but she grabs me, stopping me in place.

“Are you okay?” I ask, concerned that I may have hurt her.

“Yeah, I just…was hoping that I could do something for you.”

“Something like what?” I ask in confusion.

“Like…suck your cock.”

I stare at her blankly as my brain short-circuits.

“You want to suck my dick,” I say flatly.

She blushes. “I want to try. I mean, you may not want me to do something like that. I jus?—”

“I want you to,” I interrupt her.

“I’ve never done this before. I might not be any good at it,” she warns me.

I laugh. “Bunny, you could bite me, and I swear I would like it. But don’t bite me,” I rush to add.

She giggles, pushing on my shoulder until I roll onto my back. She throws her leg over my waist and straddles me. Her hands brace on my chest, and she takes a steadying breath. “Will you tell me what to do?”

I nod and she scoots down my body, trailing kisses as she goes. My cock leaps with every brush of her lips on my skin. I’m already on the edge before she settles between my legs and wraps her hand around my length.

“Fuck!” I grunt as her hand pumps my cock.

“It’s sensitive,” she comments.

“It’s you. It reacts to you.”

She smiles, emboldened by my words. Her fingers tighten around me and she strokes my dick a few times. Her blue eyes lock with mine, and she licks her lips. Her warm breath fans over me as she parts her lips and takes me into her mouth.

My hips buck, and I fist the sheets as her head bobs, sucking my stiff pole.

“Goddamn, Lula,” I growl as her hand jerks me off in time with her mouth.

Her tongue licks over me, trailing up the vein on the underside of my cock and swirling around the tip. Her mouth opens wider to take even more of my length, all the way to the back of her throat.

When I feel the soft pressure of her swallowing around the tip of my cock, I can’t hold back any longer.

“Lula, I’m going to come,” I warn her.

She moans, sucking harder. I choke out her name as I come, spilling down her throat. She swallows me down before releasing me with a pop. Her full lips are swollen and wet with saliva, and my cock jerks at the sight.

She grins, and I huff out a laugh.

I reach for her, dragging her up my body. “I need you.”

“You just had me.”

“I need to make you come.”

“All right,” she says eagerly.

I kiss my way down her body, needing to make sure she’s ready for me.

“So, I was good?” she pants as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth.

“So, so good. Amazing. The best.”

I knee her legs apart and pounce on her, burying my face in her wet folds and eating her like a man starved. It doesn’t take long for her to come all over my face.

I prowl up her body and slam into her. It feels like coming home all over again. My pace is rough and fast. I can’t slow down, can’t hold back. I need to get my woman off again.

Her fingers claw at my back, her hips rising to meet every thrust. I whisper her name like a prayer, kissing her through every moan, every gasped plea, every moment of bliss.

We move together like we’ve done this a thousand times.

Like we’ll do it a thousand more.

She comes with a cry, her body arching into mine. I follow seconds later, burying my face in her neck as I spill inside her.

I don’t move right away. I lie there, still joined with her, letting the world slow down for a few precious seconds.

She’s everything.

And I can’t get enough.

When I finally roll off her, she immediately curls into my side, her hand resting on my chest like it belongs there.

“You okay?” I ask, brushing her damp hair back from her flushed face.

She nods, still breathing heavily. “Yeah. More than okay.”

I kiss her temple, and we lie in comfortable silence for a while until her phone buzzes on the nightstand.

Lula groans and rolls over, dragging it toward her.

“Ugh. Emails.”

I chuckle, already missing her warmth. “Anything good?”

She scrolls, and her expression shifts. “Actually…yeah. I got a response to one of my applications. They want me to come in for an interview today.”

I sit up. “Seriously?”

She turns the screen to show me, and there it is.

“They want to do in-person meetings. First one’s in a couple of hours.”

“That’s amazing, Bunny.”

She beams at me, and I swear my heart swells three sizes. I lean over and kiss her again, unable to help myself.

“I should probably get dressed,” she says when we break apart.

“Mm. Not yet.”

“Koa.”

“Just a few more minutes.”

I tug her back into the bed, wrapping my arms around her. She laughs and pretends to fight me off, but her attempts are feeble. She doesn’t have a chance. Not against me.

Eventually, we manage to leave the bed. She pads to the bathroom, still gloriously naked, and I watch her with shameless appreciation.

God help me. I’m in so deep it’s not even funny.

While she showers, I slip back to my room, change into my jeans, and tidy up.

By the time I return to her room, Lula is coming out of the bathroom.

She’s wrapped in a towel, her hair wet, and her skin flushed from the hot water.

I nearly drag her back into bed, but she holds up a hand like she can read my mind.

“Nope. Interviews. I cannot be late.”

“Fine,” I grumble.

She smirks. “Later.”

I lean in and press a quick kiss to her lips. “Promise?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Lula spins out of my hold and rushes around the room. She’s like a tornado as she digs through her suitcase for something to wear. I smile as I lounge on the bed and watch her.

“Okay, I need to brush my teeth. Then we can go.”

I nod and climb off the bed. Her suitcase is still open, half of her clothes spilling out, so I fold everything and repack it. My eyes stray to the busted door. She can’t stay here. We should have moved to my room last night, but I was more than a little distracted.

I zip up her suitcase, ignoring the splintered doorframe as I carry her things to my room, and set them in the corner like they belong there.

Because they do.

And so does Lula. She’s mine now—no more separate rooms.

I go back to her room to inform her that I’ve moved her in with me, bumping into her as she comes out of the bathroom.

“Got ya,” I tease, steadying her.

Her hair is down, her makeup subtle, and she looks so damn pretty I forget how to breathe for a second.

“Ready?” she asks, grabbing her bag.

“Not even a little bit,” I mutter, holding the door open for her. “Let’s go.”

“Are you going to tell them about the door?” Lula asks as we head down the stairs.

“Yeah, I’ll do it before we leave,” I say as we step into the lobby.

We stop by the front desk on the way out, and I brace myself.

“I need to report some damage,” I tell the clerk.

“Oh, no. Is something wrong with your room?” she asks.

“Yeah, I broke down her door last night.”

“You—oh! Okay, um, let me get the form.”

Lula giggles, and I give her a dirty look as the clerk passes me some papers to fill out.

“You’ll be charged for the repairs,” the clerk says.

I nod. “I know.”

“What happened?” the woman whispers, leaning over the counter with a conspiratorial smile.

“Uh...I thought someone was hurt. I couldn’t get an answer at the door, and I may have...forced entry.”

Lula coughs, hiding a laugh behind her hand.

I ignore her and sign the last form. I slide them back to the clerk and reach for Lula’s hand.

The woman sighs. “We’ll send someone to assess the damage and get it fixed. Just don’t break any more doors.”

“I’ll do my best,” I say, turning toward the exit before I have to explain anything else.

We head down the block to Masterbeater’s Bakery.

“What are you going to be doing for them?” I ask as we walk.

“It’s a project manager position. Three sisters run it, and they’re looking to hire someone to help.”

“Sounds like you’ll be busy.”

She shrugs. “I don’t mind.”

We enter the bakery, and Olive, the woman from yesterday, smiles at us.

“Back again?”

“Yeah. I’m here for an interview,” Lula says.

“And I’m here for a cinnamon roll and a cheese Danish,” I add.

Olive laughs and grabs my pastries.

“My sisters are on their way, but we can get started without them,” Olive tells Lula, leading her to a table in the back.

I take a seat up front and eat my breakfast while I watch my girl.

She’s radiant. Confident. Professional. Smart. I’ve never been so proud of anyone in my life. It’s crazy to think a girl like her is into me.

Two more women rush in a few minutes later and join Lula and Olive. They must be the other sisters. I split my time between watching Lula’s interview and scanning the street outside.

An hour later, she comes up to me with a spring in her step.

“How’d it go?”

“I think it went well,” she says, grinning. “They seem friendly, and the job sounds perfect for me. I could do a lot of it from home. I told them about my background, and they all seemed interested.”

“Of course they were,” I say, opening the door for her. “You’re a catch.”

Her cheeks go pink, but she doesn’t argue. “God, I needed this. I needed to feel like I could still do something. That I’m not just floating.”

“You’re not floating, Bunny. You’re building.”

She glances at me, eyes soft. “Thank you. For coming with me. For being here.”

“Of course.”

My stomach growls, and she laughs.

“Want to get some lunch?”

“How do tacos sound?” I ask.

“I’m sold.”

I smile and link our fingers as we head a few blocks down to Salsa Supreme. We find a spot outside, shaded by an umbrella, and order enough food for a small army. Lula talks nonstop between bites, rehashing her favorite moments from the interview, and I listen, hanging on every word.

I could watch her talk forever.

After we finish, I pay the bill—despite her protests—and we stroll back to the hotel.

By the time we reach my room, she’s yawning.

“Long day,” she murmurs, dropping her bag and slipping out of her shoes.

“Yeah, plus we didn’t get much sleep last night,” I whisper.

She giggles. “That’s true.”

“Want to take a nap?” I ask, reaching for her waist.

She smiles sleepily. “With you?”

“Yeah.”

I pull her into my arms and kiss her slowly. The kind of kiss that says you’re mine, and I’ll always be here, even when I’m not.

She melts against me, her arms sliding around my neck.

“I think I suddenly have extra energy to burn off,” she whispers against my lips.

“Let me help you with that,” I offer, taking her hand and leading her to the bed.

We undress each other slowly, reverently. There’s no rush this time. No urgency. Just need. Familiarity. Worship.

I lay her on the bed and kiss every inch of her, relearning her curves and freckles, the sensitive spot behind her ear, the way she gasps when I drag my tongue along the inside of her thigh.

She comes apart in my arms, and I follow her there, losing myself in the softness of her body, the sweetness of her kiss, the promise in every breath we share.

After, we lie tangled together, the late afternoon light spilling across our skin. I know I have to leave in two days, but right now, I’m here.

So is Lula.

And that’s enough.

For now.