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  Power

  SEAL’ed #4

  Andi Jaxon

  AJ Alexander

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Exclusive Excerpt

  Also by Andi Jaxon

  Also by AJ Alexander

  Acknowledgments

  About Andi Jaxon

  About AJ Alexander

  Copyright © 2018 by Andi Jaxon and AJ Alexander. All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by information storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the Publisher, except where permitted by law.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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  Editing: Jenny Dillion with Prologue and Prose

  Proofreading: Liv Moore with Liv’s Shoppe

  Maybe its time for the fighter to be fought for, for the holder to be held and for the lover to be loved.

  - Unknown

  Prologue

  DANNY

  I didn’t plan on going out like this, but no one plans how they are going to die. It comes with the job, join the Navy SEALs and get shot at for a living. Eventually you are going to get shot. I didn’t even get shot, I’m gonna go out chasing a woman.

  “I need more bandages, stat! Hang on, just a little while longer, we’re almost there.”

  Everything was perfect, she was perfect. What started out as a duty to a teammate ended up being the path to my salvation. Layla taught me how to be a better man, damn she taught me how to be a man period. She’s my world, but I never had the guts to tell her. I kept talking myself out of it, waiting to see if my mistress would give me her heart in return for my own. Now it is too late, for both of us.

  “God damn it! Don’t give up on me now.”

  I’m tired, so tired, but I want to see her one last time, tell her I love her. If I could feel her in my arms... why do bad things always happen to me? Don’t I deserve to be happy? Just once in my measly life, I would love to be the one who achieved his happy ending. I just need to hold on a little bit longer...

  LAYLA

  The sound of Danny’s heartbeat fills the room, whirl of the machines that keep his lungs inflating and his heart pumping. I collapse on the floor as I enter the room, the tears have long since stopped, but the pain remains.

  Will I get him back? Will I be able to tell him what he means to me or how he has changed me for the better since he came into my life? The need to dominate is still there, but he has given me so much more. He is my life, my other half and now I may lose both.

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  LAYLA

  “I’ll be there in the morning. You won’t regret this.”

  I hang up the phone and begin packing my briefcase before buzzing Penny at her desk.

  “Yes, ma’am?”

  “Cut the crap. There’s no one here but us. I need you to cancel my appointments for the rest of the week. I finally landed a meeting with the board of directors for Hard Rock.”

  “Get it, girl, your brother is going to shit his pants.” Penny giggles before I hear the click on the other end.

  I make one more phone call before I leave my office.

  “Hey squirt,” my older brother answers.

  “Jonathan, you know how I despise that nickname. Please refrain from using it.”

  “I hate your attitude, but I’ll let it slide. What do I owe the displeasure of this call?”

  I pinch the bridge of my nose to stop a headache I know is coming. “I need to head to Vegas to speak with the board at Hard Rock. Will you be able to handle the Board of Directors meeting alone tomorrow?”

  “You’re fucking shitting me! I’ve been trying to get in with them for months. How in the hell did you score a meeting?” he growls into the phone.

  “Anyone with common sense can make a phone call, Jonathan. If you thought with the brain between your ears instead of the one between your legs you would be the one running the company, but alas, you’re not.”

  “But then all the lovely ladies of the metropolitan area would be disappointed, see you when you get back, Layla.”

  I hang up and exit my office with a satisfying smirk, nothing makes my day better than putting my brother in his place.

  You see I’m the CEO of Tore Technologies, the company my father built from the ground up when he graduated from college. Being a female and the youngest put me at a disadvantage, but unlike most, I had a plan. I plan everything, went to MIT, and graduated with my Bachelor of Science in Electrical Engineering and Computer Science. Kept my legs closed and head down, unlike my dear older brother, and rose to the top.

  When it came time for my father to step down, you would assume he would have chosen my brother being the oldest, but your assumption would be wrong. My brother, God love him, has a knack for business but he wasn’t meant to run one. Thankfully my father had the good sense to realize this and left the company to me. Unfortunately, my father left me with my brother too.

  The sudden ding of the elevator disturbs my thoughts of the past. Onward and upward is my moto, but right now, I have an appointment to keep before I leave town. I pull my cell phone out of my briefcase and make one final call as I head out of the building.

  “Ready the room, it’s time to play.”

  When I arrive at The Tower, it’s a little after two in the afternoon, earlier than I usually arrive, but I need to make a five-hour drive to Vegas.

  “Good afternoon, Mistress.”

  Hmm, Wesley, my favorite pet. He was pleased when I called, and was available for some play time before I left town.

  “Good afternoon, Wesley.”

  Kneeling on the floor with his hands resting on his thighs, he’s in the perfect submissive position. I may have to take my time with him today, his eyes devour me as I contemplate all the naughty things I want to do to him.

  I have his complete attention as I walk toward him, circling him to reach the table. Stripping off my trench coat to expose my naked flesh, I don’t have time for pleasantries today. I came here for a nice hard fuck, and I plan to get one.

  “Have you been a good boy?” I purr into his ear before taking it into my mouth and biting on the fleshy lobe. I smile when he groans and his body trembles.

  "Yes, Mistress."

  Walking around to stand in front of him, I drop down into a squat as I grip the back of his head, bring him in for a searing kiss. He attempts to pull me in closer with an arm around my waist, but I quickly pull away and slap him playfully across the face.

  “Bad boy, I didn’t give you permission to touch me. I don’t want to have to punish you before I leave for the rest of the week.”

  He hangs his head in shame, I watch his body continue to shake with need.

  "Take your cock out. I want to watch you cum for me. Show me how much you want me."

 
I feel my need dripping down the inside of my legs as I spread them wide, my pussy is in front of his face, and slide two fingers between my folds. I throw my head back and moan as I slide my fingers back and forth to quench the need clawing at my insides. When my eyes meet his, he’s staring at me, desire evident in his eyes but he hasn’t made a move to follow my order.

  "NOW!"

  He quickly pulls his dick out and begins stroking his shaft from base to tip, drool begins to pool in my mouth with the desire to wrap my lips around his cock and feel it slide down my throat.

  I reach down and begin to rub my sensitive nub, wetness continues to drip down my legs.

  “Get over here and lick my pussy,” I command as I spread my legs wider, bracing myself against the table.

  He tries to stand. “Crawl!” I command.

  He crawls toward me like a predator chasing his prey, but I am no man’s prey. I am the predator. He immediately latches onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth.

  “Make me cum, Pet.”

  He lifts one of my legs and hooks it over his shoulder, never breaking the suction on my clit. The suction is intense, I’m already on the edge of the massive orgasm that I crave. Inserting two fingers, he hooks his fingertips into a come-hither motion, and I shoot off like a rocket, my arms giving out, I drop down onto the table riding the waves of euphoria.

  Coming down from my high, Wesley lowers my leg back to the floor and reaches for his cock.

  “No touching,” I command as I sit up and grab my trench coat off the table beside me and slide my arms in.

  “Finished already? I thought you said we were going to play.” The confusion clear on his face.

  I stand and head toward the door without sparing him another glance.

  “I said it was time to play, I never said anything about ‘we.’” As soon as I reach for the door handle, he calls out to me again.

  “You’re just going to leave me like this?”

  “Yes, I am. It’s not a submissive’s job to question their Dom. Maybe next time you’ll listen better. See you when I get back.”

  I hear him yelling as the door slams behind me. I only pissed off two men today, I must be losing my touch.

  DANNY

  Getting reacquainted to life back home was rough after deployment, especially after watching a teammate almost die. Hard-On was damn lucky to survive, not to mention being able to return to active duty. Having the Tornado’s to ‘nurse’ him back to health helped, I’m sure. Those girls are sexy as fuck but never showed me any interest, no women does really.

  Being the newest guy on the team means I do the bitch work. I get ragged on the most, it sucks, but I know that one day I won’t be Newb anymore. I’ll earn a real call sign and the respect of my peers. It will probably be some time after I learn to put a filter between my brain and my mouth. I’m just as surprised as everyone else by what I say.

  I don’t really have a family to come home to. My parents both died in a car accident right after I enlisted, and I never had any siblings. Both my parents were only children as well. It’s one of the main reasons I joined the SEALs, I wanted a family, a place to belong. Too bad, even with saving Hard-On’s life they still won’t let me into the club.

  Luckily, Katie has taken a liking to me, or she just wants to mother someone, doesn’t matter. She includes me in all the team get-togethers and parties even though I know she only does it out of obligation. Right now, I’m making the six-hour drive to Vegas for Logan and Katie’s wedding. If it weren’t for a phone call from her, I probably wouldn’t have known they were getting married.

  The drive between San Diego and Las Vegas is boring as shit, but thinking about strippers and getting laid keeps my mind occupied. I need to get laid, it’s been way too long. I can’t wait to sink my cock into a wet hole and frankly, I’m not picky about which one.

  Pulling up to the Hard Rock, I hand the valet my keys as I grab my bag and head inside. Everyone is staying here, and if the plan hasn’t changed for the millionth time, the wedding is tomorrow night. Hard-On is in charge of the bachelor party, so I can only imagine what debauchery is planned for the evening. I hope he has figured out how to wash glitter off.

  As I wait my turn to check in, I notice all of the hotties prancing around in basically nothing. I can barely stop myself from springing a woody right here in the lobby. My eyes catch sight of a long-legged beauty, her cherry red sky-high heels click on the shiny marble floor, and skin-tight black dress hugs her curves in all the right places. Long auburn hair, intense eyes the same color, and lipstick to match her shoes, make her my own personal wet dream. She strolls through the lobby like she owns the place, for all I know she does. It doesn’t matter, I want to make her mine.

  My feet have a mind of their own as I follow her, eyes glued to her perky round ass. Her tall, thin heels make her legs seem a mile long, perfect for wrapping around my hips while I pound into her.

  As I approach the bank of elevators, the doors open, letting people off that I can’t bother paying attention too. She strides on, never slowing her pace and I barely make it before the doors close. We’re alone in a small space.

  She’s facing the doors with her arms crossed, she doesn’t even see me. I’m impossible to miss, over six feet of lean muscle, facing her, staring hard, I’m not easy to ignore.

  “Baby Boy, you appear to be lost.”

  A shudder runs through me at the sound of her voice, like satin caressing my heated skin.

  “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.” I don’t understand why but my voice is low, quiet. Not my usual volume or tone.

  An amused smirk covers her bright red lips as she turns toward me, she lifts a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. She makes no attempt to hide that she’s giving me a once over. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

  Unable to resist her siren call any longer, I take a step closer, her shoulder now touching my chest. She makes a show of looking at where we are touching before making eye contact, what I wouldn’t give to be touching her bare skin.

  “Did I give you permission to touch me, Baby Boy?”

  “I want to do a whole lot more than touch you.”

  “What you want is irrelevant.”

  The elevator stops, and the doors open. After taking a few steps, she spins around and points at me.

  “Stay!” she commands, I find that I can’t go against it. I’ve never been more turned on and confused in my life, but fuck do I like what she does to me, and she hasn’t even touched me.

  The doors close and the elevator descends to the lobby, her scent lingers as I take a deep breath to commit it to memory. I have no idea who that woman is, but I damn sure will never forget her shaking the fog from my confused brain. I head back to the counter and check-in.

  Once I get checked in, I head up the elevator to my room. This is the nicest place I’ve ever stayed. I can only imagine how much the staff is paid to keep this place clean. It’s spotless; no stains, dents, or scuff marks on the floor.

  I find my room on the twelfth floor and step inside, flicking on the lights I notice walls papered in grey and black designs and the carpet design reminds me of snakeskin.

  I drop my bag on the perfectly made bed and continue on to the big window, I stare out over the lights of The Strip and watch the sun set behind the hills.

  I strip off my clothes on my way to the shower, got to get all nice and clean for Ms. Right Now. Maybe I can release some stress while thinking about the smokin’ hot woman I followed like a dog into the elevator earlier. Blasting the hot water, I let it relax my muscles, as I picture her pouty lips stretched wide around my dick. I soap up my hand and begin stroking myself. The slickness of the soap making my hand glide easily as I imagine the suction of her mouth pulling me deep into the back of her throat. I brace a hand on the wall and release a deep groan as I shoot my load onto the floor of the shower. Fuck, I needed that, I need her.

  After my shower, I dry off and walk back toward the win
dow, naked as the day I was born. I have no shame, besides no one can see me anyway.

  A knock on the door has me searching for boxers, I don’t need to be arrested for showing my wang to a kid knocking on the wrong door.

  Looking through the peephole, I see Cowboy and Charlie standing in the hall, I pull open the door and let them inside. Save a man’s life, he finally lets you use his first name. Who knew?

  “Come on, it’s time to get fucked up!” Charlie announces.

  “I’m coming.” I pull on a pair of jeans and dig through my bag for a shirt and socks.

  “Just remember, no fucking strippers. Not only will Katie kill me, but the girls will kill you. I don’t have time to hide bodies this weekend.”

  “What kind of bachelor party doesn’t have strippers?” I ask, opening the door.

  Charlie nods his head in agreement.

  “Shut up, Newb, you wouldn’t know what to do with a titty if it smacked you in the face.” Cowboy smirks as I pull on my boots and shut the door behind me.

  “Seriously, no strippers?” I ask as we step into the elevator.

  “You go tell the girls that we’re going to see strippers. Then, after Avery knees you in the nuts, we’ll go get drunk like Charlie planned in the first place. Sound good?”

  I let out a sigh, I know better than to cross Avery. She scares me. Mostly because you never know what she’ll do, she’s a loose cannon.