Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Wren was done.

Done with flying. Done with being poked and prodded by the military doctors in Germany. Done with people asking her the same questions over and over. Done with the uneasy looks from her coworkers. Done with being ignored by her boss. Done with Bo's concern and attentiveness.

Done with it all.

She wanted to be home. Alone. In a hot-as-hell bath or shower. Out of these damn clothes, which still seemed to be damp even after the hours of travel.

She was irritated, tired, sore, and so damn sad about Luke and Aaron. Bob and Tom too, even if she still wanted to smile at hearing their names said together because it reminded her of the talk show with the same name.

She was even irritated with herself for being irritated. She should be grateful. Thankful. Relieved to be back on US soil. But instead she wanted to scream. To get the hell away from all these… men .

And that wasn't fair. They'd been nothing but kind and gentle with her. The SEALs had saved her life. She and her coworkers had a deeper bond that could only be caused by shared trauma.

And yet, she still wanted to scream at them all to leave her the hell alone.

They'd landed at the base in Riverton after nightfall, and thankfully, her coworkers had all left immediately to go to their respective homes. The bodies of Aaron, Luke, Tom, and Bob couldn't be recovered, but the families would certainly want to honor their loved ones. She guessed services for the men would be held in the upcoming weeks, and Wren was dreading the thought.

Now, she was standing off to the side in the hangar as Bo and his team met with their commander. She understood what they had to do, but the longer she stood there, the more she wanted to run.

A door opened at the end of the massive space, and Wren turned to see who had entered out of habit. To her surprise, she saw Caroline walk in with her husband, Wolf.

Her friend walked straight for her, as Wolf headed toward the group of SEALs.

"Come on," Caroline said as she approached Wren. "I'm taking you home."

As irritated as Wren had been seconds earlier, she suddenly wasn't sure she wanted to be separated from Bo.

"Wolf is telling him now that we're taking you to his house. To get you settled. Trust me, I've been where you are now. Exhausted and hurting, both physical and mentally. And as much as I loved Wolf and his team, I just needed some time to myself. To process everything that had happened to me."

"Oh." Wren remembered the story about what happened to Caroline, and her heart went out to her.

"Yeah, oh. Now, come on. I'm going to take you home, get you settled in the bathtub with a huge glass of wine, where you can decompress. Safe will be here for a while, debriefing. Wolf and I will stay at the house with you until he gets home. We'll stay out of your hair, let you do your thing, but you won't be alone. I don't think Safe would even agree to that anyway. And as much as you're wanting some space, I'm guessing you don't really want to be alone either. Demons rising and all that."

Looking back at Bo, she saw Wolf standing next to him with his hand on his arm, holding him back. Bo looked worried and stressed, and for the first time, Wren realized how hard this entire thing had been on him too. She'd simply overlooked it because he was a big bad SEAL. "I'm okay," she mouthed.

"You sure?" he mouthed back.

Wren nodded. She saw his shoulders relax, and he nodded at Wolf and said something to him. Wolf gave him a chin lift, then headed in her and Caroline's direction.

"See? It's all good. Let's go."

Wren couldn't help but smile a little at the thought she was being kidnapped once again. But this time, she wanted to go with her captors .

Before she knew it, Wolf was pulling his huge SUV up to Bo's house.

"I'll be back," Wolf said, leaning over and kissing Caroline before she got out.

"Where's he going?" Wren asked as they watched him pull out of the driveway and head off down the street.

"Picking up Mexican."

"Seriously?" Wren asked, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice.

"Yup. Safe mentioned it was your favorite food, and since this is your homecoming, that's what you're getting," Caroline told her.

Wren smiled at her friend. "Awesome."

"Yup. Now come on, that bathtub is calling your name."

Two hours later, Wren's fingers were wrinkled beyond recognition and she finally felt clean, now that she'd been able to scrub her body, shave, and brush her teeth five times. She had on a pair of fleece fat pants, a long-sleeve oversize Navy shirt that she'd stolen from Bo's drawer, and a pair of fluffy socks on her feet. She'd stuffed herself with chips and salsa and a burrito as big as her head, and she finally felt more like herself.

She was as tired as she'd been back in that jungle in Africa, but she knew she'd never be able to fall asleep. Not until Bo was home. Caroline and Wolf had fallen asleep on the couch, both snoring slightly in each other's arms. Wren appreciated them not pressuring her to talk about her ordeal. They made a little small talk as they ate, but then turned on the TV and gave her some space .

As much as Wren was grateful they were there, and that they'd brought her home, she was ready for Bo to be back.

Just as she had the thought, Wren heard a key in the lock. Wolf obviously heard it too, because he was sitting up and setting Caroline gently to the side, as if he'd known exactly when Bo would arrive home.

He was standing between her and the front door when Bo entered. The two men nodded at each other and, without a word, Wolf leaned down and picked Caroline up off the couch.

"What? Is Safe home?" she asked sleepily.

"He's home. We're leaving," Wolf told her succinctly.

"Okay. Talk to you later, Wren. Glad you're home and all right," Caroline said, before putting her head back down on her husband's shoulder, trusting him to get her to the car and home safely.

Bo closed and locked the door behind them, then turned to Wren. He looked exhausted.

"Are you hungry? We saved you some enchiladas," she said gently.

But he shook his head. "We ate. I need a shower."

Wren nodded, feeling awkward for some reason.

"Come here," Bo ordered, holding out his arms.

Rushing forward, Wren threw her arms around him and held on tightly, feeling as if everything in her world was all right, now that she was in his embrace.

"I'm sorry I was a bitch! I guess I'm just not used to that much peopleing. It just got overwhelming."

"Shhhh, you weren't a bitch. You were fine. "

She wasn't, but Wren loved Bo all the more for not calling her out on her testy behavior.

"You smell amazing."

She couldn't help but laugh at that. "That's because I don't smell like eau de jungle anymore."

"True. But I probably do."

"No, you don't." She was only slightly lying.

Bo chuckled, and Wren could feel it along every nerve ending of her body, especially because she was still plastered against him.

"I would kill for a shower and some sleep," Bo said after a moment.

Wren reluctantly pulled away from him. "Then go."

"You'll be there? In our bed, waiting for me?"

His words sent goose bumps racing down the back of her neck. "Yes."

"Good." Then he turned almost like a zombie and headed down the hall.

Wren made sure the door was locked, then followed in Bo's footsteps. He was already in the bathroom with the water in the shower running when she got there. Slipping the sweats down her legs, Wren changed into a short-sleeve T-shirt—another one of Bo's—and took off her socks before getting under the covers.

Five minutes later, Bo appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. He had on a pair of boxers…and that was it.

Her heart was in her throat as he walked toward her, detouring to the wall to turn off the light before joining her under the sheet and blanket. She immediately cuddled into him when he lay on his back. Her arm went over his chest and she rested her head on his shoulder.

"This," he said.

When he didn't say anything else, Wren whispered, "This, what?"

"This is what I've been dreaming about. You, in my arms, in my bed. Safe. Healthy. Alive."

Wren closed her eyes. She'd had some of the same dreams. "Me too," she admitted.

But Bo was already asleep.

She smiled at how fast he was able to nod off, but quickly sobered. He had to be utterly exhausted to have been able to fall asleep that fast. He also had to feel completely safe here. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so quick to let his guard down.

He'd watched over her from the time he found her in the jungle until this second.

Swallowing her tears down, Wren snuggled into his side. And was rewarded by his arm tightening around her and his lips on the side of her head.

"Love you," he murmured sleepily.

"Love you too," she responded, before falling into a deep sleep herself.

Safe opened his eyes and knew exactly where he was and who he was with.

Wren.

She was really here .

In his bed.

He was moving before his brain could advise him that what he was doing probably wasn't the best idea.

He slipped down her body and settled himself between her legs. The shirt she was wearing, his shirt, had rucked up around her waist as they'd slept, and all she had on was a tiny pair of cotton underwear.

His mouth watered, and he wanted nothing more than to pull them to the side and bury his mouth in her pussy. But he'd never do anything without her consent. And at the moment, she still seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Safe nuzzled her lower belly, gently pressing her legs apart. His thumbs caressed her inner thighs as he waited for Wren to wake up. She did so gradually, stretching in his grasp and arching her back, pushing her pussy up toward him in the process.

"Morning," Safe said quietly.

Wren froze, then looked down at him. "Bo?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing…yet. But there's lots I want to do."

"Oh. Um…now?"

"You got anything better to do?"

"No."

Safe stared up at her as he continued to caress her sensitive inner thighs. When she didn't say anything else or try to move away from him, he said, "We can get up and have some cereal and get on with our day. Or, I can show you how much I adore you by eating you to orgasm, then making slow, sweet love to you until you're begging me to come. "

A choked sound escaped Wren's mouth before she said, "Door number two. Please."

Safe smiled and immediately reached for the waistband of her underwear. He slowly peeled it down her legs before settling himself right back where he was. "This isn't going to be fast," he warned. "I've been thinking about being here for way too long. I'm going to take my time, find out what you like, what turns you on the most. It's going to take at least two orgasms before I'm satisfied."

"Bo," she whispered.

But Safe was done talking. He lowered his head and licked between her lips, stroking up to her clit. Then he did it again. And again. Glancing up, he saw Wren had lain back down and was staring at the ceiling. "Look at me," he ordered.

She immediately picked her head up and looked down.

"Watch me love you. Watch how perfect we are together." Without breaking eye contact, he covered her clit with his mouth as he used one of his hands to tease her soaking-wet entrance.

He saw Wren's chest rising and falling as she trembled in his arms. She still had his shirt on, but somehow that was more exciting than if she was naked. He could see her nipples pressing against the cotton. Truthfully, the shirt looked better on her than it ever had on him.

He pressed on her thigh, opening her further to him as he continued to use his tongue to stimulate her clit, while using the suction of his mouth to torment the little bud.

It wasn't long before she was writhing, rocking her hips. Seeing her lose some of the control she carried on her shoulders like a shroud made Safe feel ten feet tall. He lifted his mouth off her long enough to say, "That's it. Show me what you want," before lowering his head once again.

As he brought her closer and closer to the edge, she began to pump her hips harder and faster, essentially trying to fuck his mouth. Safe's cock was throbbing against the mattress. He wanted this woman. Loved how uninhibited she was. Tightening his hold on her thigh, he plunged his index finger deep into her body. That earned him a long moan.

The sound went straight to his dick, and Safe knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. The taste of her, the smell, the feel of her reaching for the orgasm that was just out of reach. He loved this woman so damn much.

Desperately wanting to see her come, Safe tongued her clit like a man possessed. She stiffened against him and widened her legs as she pushed up, trying to get even closer. Then she began to shake uncontrollably, and her inner muscles clenched around his finger. She flew over the edge almost violently.

It was all Safe could do to keep his mouth on her clit. Her cream was all over his face, running down his finger, soaking the sheets beneath her…and he wanted more.

Lifting his head, Safe added another finger inside her. Feeling her muscles fluttering around them made it almost impossible to wait to get inside her. But he'd promised her at least two orgasms before making love to her…and he wasn't a man to go back on a promise.

This time he wanted to watch. Scooting up on his knees, Safe wrapped her legs around him as he settled himself between her thighs. Her pelvis was tilted upward, and he had an upfront and personal view of her pussy. She'd obviously trimmed her pubic hair and shaved her nether lips, and he'd never seen anything sexier than her juices all over her inner thighs, dripping down to her ass.

Unable to resist, Safe pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, licking them clean. "So damn good," he told her.

Wren blushed as she stared up at him. Suddenly, he needed to see her naked on his sheets. "Take off the shirt," he said as he brought his hand back down between her legs.

Wren had a difficult time removing her shirt, since she was lying on her back, but watching her wiggle and shift as she tried to get it off was an erotic show in itself. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around his fingers as he lazily pumped them in and out of her body while she moved under him.

"It's not fair that you can see me and you're still wearing underwear," she said on a little pout.

Looking down, Safe could see the outline of his cock in his boxers. Smirking, he reached down and shifted the material until the head was sticking out of the slit. It was almost purple with need and glistening with precome. "Happy?" he asked with a grin.

Wren tried to touch him but couldn't quite reach with the way he had her draped over his lap. "No," she grumbled.

"It's for the best. If you touched me right now, I'd blow my load prematurely. Now lie back and let me make you come again like I promised."

Wren settled back on the bed, jamming another pillow under her head so she could see what he was doing without having to strain her neck .

"You are so beautiful," he told her, as he stared between her legs. "So wet. So hot. So responsive."

"I'm too skinny," she murmured.

"No, you aren't. You're who you are, and who you are is perfect."

He saw her eyes close at his words, and Safe vowed to compliment her more often. Society was an evil bitch. If you carried too much weight, you weren't considered pretty. If you didn't wear makeup, the same. If you were too skinny, too tall, too short, had hair that was too short or too long or too frizzy, or any other deviations from the exact likenesses of the models on TV and in magazines, you weren't deemed an "ideal" woman.

It was bullshit. All of it. Women came in all shapes and sizes, and while Safe couldn't deny he'd been with his fair share of the opposite sex, and he recognized the unique beauty of each, he'd never slept with anyone just because of their looks. He was attracted to what was between their ears. Their intelligence and personalities.

And Wren was everything he wanted in a woman. He hadn't ever wanted her to be in the kind of situation she'd found herself in while visiting Africa, but he couldn't deny he was so fucking proud of how she'd dealt with it all.

Safe leaned over her, putting a thumb on her clit and pushing two fingers of his other hand between her slick folds. Then he began to rub. Hard and fast. He was done with foreplay. He needed to be inside her. Now.

"Bo!" she exclaimed, reaching up and grabbing hold of his arms.

"That's it. Hold onto me as you come apart." Safe loved the feel of her fingernails digging into his skin. Loved the way she writhed against him. She tried to close her legs but couldn't because his body prevented it. She was at his mercy, and he'd give her exactly what she needed.

It didn't take long. He'd primed her with the earlier orgasm. Licking his lips, Safe watched with barely concealed lust as her belly contracted and once again she began to shake beneath him.

Her mouth opened as her back arched and she exploded. The way her body was squeezing his fingers was erotic as hell, and the only thing Safe could think about was how it would feel to be inside her when she came the next time.

Safe sat up and wrenched his boxers off. He probably looked hilarious as he ungracefully flopped around on the bed to kick them off, but he didn't care. Leaning over to the nightstand next to his bed, he wrenched open the drawer and pulled out the box of condoms he'd bought before leaving for his mission.

He felt as if this was the first time in his life that he'd ever had to open a condom wrapper as he fumbled with the foil and swore.

Then he heard a giggle. Looking down, he saw Wren wore a smile on her face, her upper chest flushed from her orgasms. Her nipples were hard on her small, perky tits, and she looked more than satisfied.

He'd done that. Made her look that way. The sight of her calmed his lust a notch.

They hadn't discussed birth control, but he wasn't about to disrespect his woman by asking to go bare their first time. There would be time to come inside her; now was for pleasure. For both of them.

Safe donned the condom without any other issues then leaned over Wren, caging her in as he studied her. His cock pulsed against her belly, but he didn't rush to push inside her. He needed her to want this as much as he did.

Wren had never felt so…turned inside out after sex as she did right this moment. Wait, but she hadn't even had sex yet. Bo was fairly easygoing in everyday life, but here in his bed? He seemed to know exactly what he wanted from her, and how to get it. She'd never come so hard in her life. Yes, Wren had masturbated plenty, but nothing had felt the way it had when Bo pushed her over the edge.

Having his fingers inside her while she'd come had felt amazing. But she wanted more. She'd only gotten a glimpse of his cock, but what she saw had her licking her lips in anticipation. He was long. Not overly thick, but that was okay with her.

She waited for him to enter her, but when all he did was hover, staring at her, Wren frowned.

"What?" she asked.

"I'm just memorizing this moment. You. In my bed… our bed. Flushed pink from the orgasms I gave you. The smell of your cream on the sheets, my face, my fingers. This is a dream come true, and I can't believe you're here."

"Should I not be?" Wren couldn't help but ask.

"Probably not," he said with a shrug .

Wren tensed. What didn't she know about him? Was she making a mistake?

"No, don't freak. I just mean, I'm a SEAL. I'm gone a lot. Being with a military guy isn't easy, and being with a SEAL is even harder. Your life has already been difficult. I don't want to make it even more so."

Wren relaxed. "I can handle your job, Bo. And I'd never ask you to stop doing what you're obviously so good at. You forget that I saw firsthand what it is you do. I'm proud to be yours. To be here with you."

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

Wren took the time to study him. His hair was mussed and sticking up all over his head, probably because he hadn't brushed it after getting out of the shower. His own cheeks were flushed, as if seeing her get off was just as exciting as if he'd orgasmed himself. His biceps bulged as he held himself over her. He was an amazing-looking man, and he was hers .

Seeing him on the edge like he was gave her the courage to reach down between them and stroke his cock.

He jerked in her grip and his eyes flew open. "Don't. I'm close," he warned.

But Wren ignored him. She widened her legs and scooted up a little, so she could get him where she wanted him. All the while, he stayed motionless over her, staring at her with an intensity that was a little scary but a lot exciting.

She ran the tip of his cock over her clit and twitched a little. She was still very sensitive from her earlier orgasms. Then she notched the mushroom head between her very wet pussy lips. She ran it up and down, lubricating him with her cream .

"Put me in, sweetheart. Take me in."

She did just that. Lifting her hips, Wren welcomed Bo into her body. He sank down as she pushed up, and they both moaned at the feel of each other.

Bo's arms collapsed, and he buried his face in her neck.

"Holy shit…Give me a second," he murmured.

Grinning, Wren tightened her Kegel muscles, squeezing him as hard as she could with her body.

"Fuck! Do that again," Bo ordered as he shivered against her.

Loving the control she had, she did it again. And again. Caressing his cock from the inside.

Bo lifted to his elbows and stared at her. "You have no idea how amazing that feels."

Wren smiled as she ran her hands up and down his torso. "And you have no idea how good you feel inside me."

"How about we make each other feel even better?" he asked as he moved his hips.

The pleasure took Wren by surprise. "Harder," she ordered, digging her nails into his sides.

He obliged. Holding himself up, Bo began to move in and out of her with hard, measured thrusts. It felt good…but it wasn't enough for Wren.

"Bo, more ," she whined.

"I want this to last," he told her.

"Why? If you come, you can just do it again. And isn't the whole point to orgasm?" she argued.

He chuckled, and Wren felt it all the way from her pussy to her toes. "Well, yeah, but I want to make you feel good in the process. "

"I feel good," she told him. "Reeeeeally good. More. Please ."

Thankfully, he began to move faster.

"Oh yeah, that's it! I can feel you so deep," she gasped.

"I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else," Bo promised.

"You already have," Wren whispered.

The serious look in Bo's eyes intensified. He shifted onto his toes, his strong body hovering over Wren's. "Watch me take you for the first time," he ordered, staring between their bodies.

He'd left enough space that he wasn't touching her pretty much anywhere except where his cock was gliding in and out of her pussy. Looking down, Wren was startled by how erotic and insanely hot it was to watch him take her.

She couldn't help but lift her hips to meet his next thrust.

"That's right. Take your man the same time he's taking you. We're claiming each other, Wren. There's no going back."

"I don't want to go back," she said between pants. There was nowhere to go back to . It felt as if the second she saw this man, she was done. His . It was right. Meant to be.

Bo balanced himself on one hand, demonstrating his strength and agility while he continued to fuck her hard. He reached between them and flattened his other hand on her belly. He used his thumb to rub her clit as he moved in and out of her body.

Wren gasped and began to writhe. So many feelings bombarded her at once. Bo was so long, it felt as if he was hitting her cervix with every plunge. The small pinch, combined with the pleasure from his thrusts and his thumb on her still very sensitive bundle of nerves, was enough to make her feel as if she was going to explode into tiny pieces.

She closed her eyes, on the verge of coming.

"No!" Bo barked in a hoarse voice. "Watch us. Watch yourself come all over my cock."

She was helpless to deny him. Wren's eyes opened and she looked down, panting. His cock was shiny with her juices, and he pulled out to the tip on every pass, then thrust inside her again and again. Seeing how long he was, how much of him she was taking, only served to turn her on even more.

"I'm going to come," she warned him on a gasp.

"Good. I'm there too. I wanna feel you squeezing the come out of my cock. Take me, Wren. All of me."

And just like that, she toppled over the edge. Her vision went dark at the edges, but Wren didn't take her gaze from the sight of Bo loving her.

His hand slammed back to the mattress next to her head, his knees widened her legs, and he began to fuck her faster. Her whole body shook with his thrusts, and Wren grabbed his ass, loving it. Wanting all he had to give. He grunted once, twice, then pushed inside her so hard and so far, Wren came again.

Bo shook above her, his ass clenching as he released his load deep inside her body.

"Your body, it's… fuck , Wren…feeling you around my cock is…it's…." His voice trailed off, and Wren could only smile.

She felt as if she were floating. That had seriously been the best sex she'd ever had in her life. And she wanted more. Maybe not right this second, but she wanted to experience everything there was to experience in the bedroom with this man. Wanted to be on top, wanted him to take her from behind, wanted to suck him off, wanted to feel him come on her tits…she wanted it all. But only with Bo. Only ever with Bo.

"What are you thinking?" he murmured into her neck. He'd collapsed on top of her, but even in the throes of his own pleasure made sure not to crush her.

"Just that I'm happy," Wren sighed.

That made Bo lift his head. He was still deep inside her, and Wren could feel how wet she was between her legs. Her thighs were covered in her own cream, but she wasn't embarrassed, didn't feel the least bit weirded out by anything she and Bo had done.

"Yeah?" he asked.

Wren nodded. "When I was little, hiding under my bed, scared of my mom's boyfriends, and even my mom, I never thought I'd ever get to a point when I was this happy. I was too scarred. Too afraid of everyone. And yet…here I am."

Bo's brows had furrowed at her words, but then he relaxed and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Here you are," he confirmed. "I love you."

"I love you too," she returned. The words weren't easy to say. They gave the other person power. But for once in her life, Wren felt as if the person she'd given them to wouldn't use that power against her. He'd keep her safe. Literally.

"I need to get up and take care of the condom," he told her after a moment.

Wren wrinkled her nose and sighed. "Okay. But…I have an implant. Got it when I was a teenager, kept it up. And I haven't been with anyone in years. "

He looked surprised. "But you were dating."

" Trying to date," Wren corrected. "Matt…or Barry, was the first attempt in a long while. As you know, that didn't work out so well."

"Are you saying I can come inside you?" Bo asked.

Wren blushed. She shouldn't be embarrassed. This conversation was a part of being an adult and dating. "Have you been tested?"

Bo didn't seem offended by the question. "Every three months by the Navy. And I haven't been with a woman in well over a year."

Taking a deep breath, Wren said, "Then yes. You can come inside me."

Without a word, he pulled out of her, and they both winced. He practically leaped from the bed and ran into the bathroom. Wren shifted on the bed and made a little face when she felt exactly how wet she was, now that Bo wasn't inside her anymore.

Then her attention went back to Bo, who was striding across the room toward her. His cock was bobbing in front of him—as hard as it'd been when she'd taken him in hand to guide him inside her.

He practically jumped back into bed, climbing on top of her. "Now?" he asked.

"Now what?" Wren asked, confused.

"Can I come inside you now?"

She laughed a little. "I thought men needed some time to recover."

"The woman I love just told me I can come inside her. I'm recovered," he said with a small grin .

In response, Wren smiled and pressed on his chest. Rolled them until she was on top…though really, Bo did all the rolling. "Only if I can be on top."

"Sweetheart, you can be on top, behind, under, across, or any other place you want to be, as long as my cock can be inside your hot, wet pussy."

"Oh, so romantic," she said with a laugh.

But when Bo lifted her hips and brought her down hard and fast on his dick, her laugh turned to a little gasping sound.

"Okay?" he asked, sounding concerned, his fingers digging into her hips.

He felt just as deep, if not deeper, than he'd been minutes earlier, but it didn't hurt. In response, Wren lifted her hips—then came down just as hard, taking him to the hilt.

"Fuck!" Bo exclaimed.

"It's more than okay," Wren told him.

The rest of the day was spent in and out of bed. Laughing, bonding, eating, making love…and Wren couldn't remember a time she was ever happier than she was now. Being with Bo was everything she'd ever wanted in her life and never expected to have. He was, quite simply, meant for her.

Real life would intrude before either of them were ready, but for the moment, they were reveling in the love they'd found in each other.