Secret SEAL Daddies: A Secret Baby, Second Chance Reverse Harem Romance, page 1
SECRET SEAL DADDIES
A SECRET BABY, SECOND CHANCE REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE
ZOEY FOX
Copyright © 2023 by Zoey Fox
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CONTENTS
1. Zoe
2. Nick
3. Zoe
4. Javier
5. Zoe
6. Pete
7. Zoe
8. Simon
9. Nick
10. Zoe
11. Javier
12. Zoe
13. Pete
14. Simon
15. Zoe
16. Nick
17. Simon
18. Javier
19. Zoe
20. Pete
21. Zoe
22. Javier
23. Nick
24. Simon
25. Pete
26. Nick
27. Pete
28. Zoe
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
1
ZOE
I never planned to have hot, wild and crazy sex.
I suppose you can understand that I hadn’t planned for a lot of things that happened. A week of kicking back in Sin City, a little conservative gambling here and there, and some mental relaxation while having drinks in a casino bar was all that I did have planned. A one-girl vacation in Las Vegas certainly didn’t sound like trouble.
So, when I boarded the Flair Air jet in Denver, stowed my luggage in the overhead bin, and sat in my first-class seat, I planned to open my book and read through most of the late-night flight. After all, there wasn’t much to see at thirty-seven thousand feet at two in the morning. At that altitude, the Grand Canyon was a black blotch amid an entire western United States of black blotches.
The aircraft had barely taken off when I felt eyes on me.
Surreptitiously, I slid my eyes to my right without turning my head very much. Ever since I’d grown boobs and my hair, people stared at me. No, I wasn’t supermodel-quality beautiful. Attractive, perhaps. Okay, maybe a little more than attractive, but I wasn’t vain. My parents made sure I never let my looks go to my head.
Looks aren’t forever. One day, you’ll be chubby, have gray in your hair, and crow’s feet. It’s what’s in your heart that matters.
The big dude looking at me from across the aisle didn’t glance aside when I caught him openly staring. I lifted my hand to my cheek, my elbow on the armrest, and pulled my hair over my shoulder. In that swift glance, I took in how scary he appeared, his massive arms covered in tats, his high angular bones under tanned skin. His dark hair had been shorn into a buzz cut, and his pecs stood out under his tight blue t-shirt.
Oh, joy. I get to spend the next three hours stared at by the Hulk. This dude is seriously freaking me out.
“What are you reading?”
Despite knowing that rudeness is a perfectly acceptable reply when a woman is given unwanted attention from a man, my politeness rose first. Possibly dangerous, however. I lifted the book to show the cover of Stephen King’s latest, realizing too late that by responding to him, I’d inadvertently encouraged him. He nodded with a small smile.
“I’ve read that,” he commented. “Good book.”
Ignoring him, I tried to read again, pretending he didn’t continue to stare, feeling my inner tension rise. Damn it, leave me alone.
“I’m Javier,” he said at last, extending a massive hand toward me.
“Zoe,” I replied, taking it briefly.
“These are my buddies,” he went on. “This is Pete, and that guy right there is Nick.”
I shook their hands, smiling politely, observing their smiles with white even teeth, Pete’s brilliant blue eyes, Nick’s hazel color, the muscle masses on all three that would make Iron Man blush. Like Javier, Pete and Nick also wore their hair short in buzz cuts. Nick’s hair was dark like Javier’s while Pete’s hair was a sandy blond shade.
In looking at their faces fully, I liked how they looked at me. With open appreciation, with natural friendliness, with a kindness I’d never expected from young, hot guys with enough strength in one hand to break my spine.
I closed my book.
“You’re all friends?” I asked, my inner tension draining away.
“Yeah,” Pete answered, seated in front of Javier and half-turned in his seat. “We just retired from Uncle Sam’s service.”
“Let me guess, you’re Marines.”
Nick chuckled. “We eat Marines for breakfast. We’re Navy.”
“SEALs to be more precise,” Javier added. “Ex-SEALs now.”
Intrigued, I asked, “So what do ex-SEALs do when they leave the military?”
“We’re on our way to Vegas to see about some work,” Pete replied. “We’re like the Three Musketeers. What one does, we all do.”
“That’s rad,” I said, trying to imagine them with rapiers and wearing feathered hats. “I’m on vacation.”
“And what do beautiful redheads with lovely green eyes do for a living?” Javier asked, grinning.
I blushed. “Just a waitress. Nothing fancy.”
“Baby, you can serve me anytime,” Pete added with a lusty smirk.
Javier elbowed him in his chest. “Behave. We just met her, and you’re making us look like bitches.”
“I was just teasing,” Pete protested.
“Ignore him,” Nick said. “He’s as randy as a two-peckered billy goat. Has the same manners. Z and me, we’re much more sophisticated.”
I laughed. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah.”
Pete stood, and pushed his way past Javier to take the empty aisle seat beside me. He completely filled it, his thighs and biceps brushing against mine. A shock, like a light jolt of electricity, shot through me at the touch of our bodies. A connection of sorts, I guessed, as I liked how hard his body felt, how his bright blue eyes smiled into mine. I didn’t object when his finger trailed up and down my arm, or when he leaned in close, invading my personal space.
“You’re hotter than a habanero straight off the vine,” he murmured in my ear.
“I am, huh?” I smiled. “You’re cute.”
“Cute?” Nick snapped. “He’s uglier than an ox’s anus. Now take me, Zoe. I’m the best looking of us all.”
“My Mexican heritage makes me better looking than you hombres,” Javier growled. “Pete, quit hogging her.”
Delighted by their devoted attention, I switched seats with Pete so I could sit closer to Nick and Javier, the four of us fast friends before the flight crossed the Grand Canyon. We talked and laughed, I listened to their tales of fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan, they heard my sordid story of my breakup the previous year.
Like all fun things, the flight came to an end.
Dawn spread its pink and purple hues over the horizon as the plane taxied to the jetway. I’d miss my handsome new friends, and hoped I’d get their phone numbers. Still talking, enjoying one another’s company, we—our own little crowd—walked into the terminal. I hesitated, half-thinking to shake hands, watch them walk away, and never see them again.
That notion disappointed me.
“Um.” Javier also hesitated, glancing at Pete and Nick. “We’ve, um, got a big suite at the Grand. Would you like to maybe spend a little time with us? Breakfast, maybe?”
As the sun came up, bright and shining, so did my joy.
“Sure.”
I needed little encouragement to go with them. Hotter than habanero peppers, the three circled around me as we crossed the Grand’s lobby, their hands already caressing, touching, laughing deep in their throats. Their sheer muscle mass and the notion of a four-way sex jaunt sent my pussy into overdrive.
Lucky us, we were alone in the elevator for the ride up. Javier’s strong hands caressed my butt cheeks while Pete kissed me with his tongue deep in my mouth. Nick, not to be outdone, stroked his fingers between my legs, bringing more heat to my already gushing crotch. I squeezed the bulge in Pete’s jeans, making him groan into my mouth.
Hotel guests gawped as we stumbled from the elevator, laughing, unable to keep our hands off one another. The boys tried, I suppose, to walk upright like soldiers, but my fingers slipped into jeans, squeezed tight butt cheeks, and made a spectacle of myself in public.
I didn’t care. I was on vacation.
“Here we are,” Pete commented, his voice hoarse, his hard-on evident to anyone who cared to look. “Our little home away from home.”
The suite was big, with two rooms and a small sitting room in between. We barely got the door shut when three pairs of hands helped me to strip naked. I’d always fantasized about sex with multiple men at once. Now, in Sin City itself, that dream was about to happen.
On a bed in a flash, Javier was the first to mount me. His big body covering every inch of me. I moaned as his thick cock impaled me, fucking in and out, spreading my pussy wide, knocking at my G-spot. Digging my nails into his massive and hard shoulders, I exploded into the first of many intense orgasms. He cried out as he came, had barely finished when Pete pushed him off of me.
Pete mounted me with the ferocity of a lion, my pussy soaked with both mine and Javier’s cum, his bucking hips pounding me without mercy. Fortunately, I liked rough sex. Even when he withdrew his cock, spun me around, and lifted my hips to enter me from behind, I buried my face into a pillow to stifle my screams of pleasure.
Nick—sweet, kind Nick—loved me with gentle passion. His talented tongue licked and sucked my pussy, gentle and erotic, my fingers unable to get a grip on his short hair. Still, I squeezed my thighs around his face, clenching my muscles, trying to hold back my orgasm. Only after I fell back, exhausted, did he climb on top, thrust his thick, hard shaft inside me, and begin to pump.
The three took turns ravishing me through that long morning, bringing me splendid orgasms, exhausting me with all the ways I’d never imagined one could have sex. Especially with all of them at the same time. Javier lay on his back, fingering his long, hard shaft while a teasing smile played across his face.
“C’mere, baby.”
Before I lay down beside him, he seized me around my waist and urged me to straddle his hips. Pete stood beside the bed, watching, his cock in his hand. His eager expression told me he had something on his mind, but I suspected he merely planned to wait his turn. Nick, on the other hand, knelt on the bed beside Javier. What he had in mind was perfectly clear.
“You can do us both,” he whispered, his voice husky. “Yes?”
“Yes.”
I slid down, impaling myself on Javier’s organ. Already stretched and slick, he entered with ease and struck my G-spot. I nearly came in that instant. Nick bucked his hips forward, introducing his cock to my waiting mouth. The two of them filled two orifices, my bouncing up and down on Javier’s cock had Nick hissing through his teeth.
I finally discovered what Pete had in mind, the origin of his secretive smile. His hand on my back pushed me forward, still mounted on Javier’s dick. I briefly lost my grip on Nick, but stroked his shaft with my hand rather than my mouth. Pete’s wet finger slid up my rear chute, and I whimpered at the strange but erotic pleasure.
“I gotta have this ass,” Pete muttered.
He finger-fucked my butt for a few moments, then added another finger. I moaned as my hole stretched, accommodating him even as Javier filled my pussy. When at last Pete withdrew his fingers and inserted his cock, I felt as though I’d been split in two. Within moments, however, the intense pleasure of being taken by two men at once sent my body into overdrive.
Nick slipped his cock between my lips again just as my climax roared through me. I sucked his seed down, swallowing, my pussy raging, on fire, convulsing in the throes of an orgasm so intense I saw stars shooting past my closed eyelids.
“I can’t hold on,” Pete growled, his teeth nipping my naked shoulder.
Javier shot his load into me, his jaws clenched, his body stiff, as hard as a plank as his cock spasmed deep in my pussy.
I collapsed on top of him, panting, my head spinning. “Wow. Just wow.”
Pete rubbed my ass as he lay down beside me. “I think I’ve fallen in love.”
We slept for a few hours in one happy tangle of arms, legs, and soft cocks in a bed large enough for two. I was awakened by Nick’s face between my thighs, my dry pussy quickly becoming wet again. Our passion woke Javier and Pete, who watched while their shafts grew hard again. I then took Pete into my arms, his shaft buried deep inside, while I sucked Javier’s huge hard-on.
We fucked, we ate, and we slept, through the afternoon and into the evening. Our sexual fantasies satisfied, we finally fell asleep, Pete’s arms around me. Nick and Javier conked out in the other room’s bed. I woke once in the darkness, listening to the light snores of all three men.
I smiled, and snuggled more deeply against Pete’s broad chest.
I woke to the bright Nevada sunlight streaming in through the frilly curtains.
And discovered I was alone in the big bed.
“Shit.”
I sat up, naked, and realized I wasn’t just alone in the bed, I was alone in the suite. Only my suitcase and the clothes I’d worn on the flight lay strewn across the carpet. Groggy, I licked my lips, tasting the salt of cum on my tongue. Dragging my hand through my tangled hair, I wondered what to do now.
“Wham bam thank you ma’am,” I muttered, climbing from the bed.
When they left, they hadn’t showered. All the towels in the massive bathroom were clean, unused. I stared at the only clean place in the big suite, and felt as though I’d been used and thrown away. My body ached. They hadn’t just gone to get donuts and returned to share breakfast with me.
All three had packed and left while I’d slept.
“Bastards.”
How can they treat me this way? I thought they were better than this.
Obviously, they weren’t. I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror, observing the circles under my eyes, the bruises around my mouth from their fierce kisses. Just like my ex, they took what they wanted and departed. And I’d fallen once again into the trap a handsome and smiling man left for me. Well, three of them this time. When will I learn?
I showered, letting the hot water soothe my aches, my bitter disappointment, my anger at myself. I guess I was as much to blame, letting myself be used. Drying myself off in the steamy bathroom, I couldn’t look myself in the eyes. Shame sat on my bare shoulders, whispering in my ear. Sure, I’d enjoyed the sex.
But why couldn’t they at least have kissed me goodbye?
Packing my things, I searched the room for a note, a card with a phone number, anything to say hey, sorry we had to leave, call us.
Nothing.
“Maybe Marines have more honor than Navy boys.”
I left the room, and the Grand. Hailing a cab, I went to my hotel, checked in, and began my splendid, week-long vacation. I’d see the sights, gamble a little, buy a few souvenirs. I’d people watch, spot hookers picking up johns, watch movies in my room.
Somehow, it never really felt like a vacation.
I never forgot my sexual adventure in Sin City.
However, I did put it behind me.
I went on with my life, worked at the restaurant, ceased feeling like a ho in a bad movie. I spent time with my girlfriends, refused every offer of a date, and knew I’d spend my life alone. Single. Unto my old age.
I no longer trusted anyone with a prick.
They were all pricks.
“Oh god, not again.”
On my knees, I barfed for the third time that morning. My belly heaved, my muscles aching, my throat raw, as my stomach hurled only nasty bile into the toilet. I sat back, panting, thinking it was time to see a doctor. There’s a bug going around, I heard. I need to find out what this shit is.
My kind lady nurse practitioner walked back into my exam room, then set the open file down. She also sat, and looked at me with grave blue eyes. My stomach churned yet again, but not with the flu. Or whatever bug had set itself up down there. No. I sensed a real problem in her demeanor, her hesitation.
“I’m not sure whether to congratulate you,” she began slowly. “Zoe, you’re pregnant.”
I choked. “No. I can’t be. This is the flu, it has to be.”
“I’m sorry, you’re nearly eight weeks along. You’re suffering from morning sickness.”
“Oh god.”
I put my face in my hands, terrified, near tears, my mind scrambling for a denial, any excuse to say she was wrong. I can’t be pregnant, I just can’t be. This shit happens to other girls, not to me. I’m poor, I have no man, how can I raise a child alone?
“You should inform your boyfriend,” she went on kindly. “I’m sure he’ll support you.”
I wanted to laugh, to scream, to cry. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” I sobbed, losing control. “Not a husband.”
