Conquering Zeus (SEALs On Fire) by Cerise DeLand Read Free Book Online

the sidewalk. He squinted at the sight. Couldn’t tell if it was her.
    “Make dinner. Be useful, Calderon.” He strolled into the kitchen, Harry on his heels before plunking down by the floor-to-ceiling window. This room never failed to send a big shiver up his spine every time he came home from a mission. His mother called the room catedral gigante . Gigantic cathedral. His sisters shook their heads and told Kim it was a good thing the place was huge so he could fit in.
    He had been surprised how well the two of them fit together into her world. Careful to introduce him as a member of the regular Navy, Kim kept his profession suitably on the down low. They never told anyone he was the SEAL who had rescued her in Egypt, which followed Navy regs for mission secrecy. He mingled well with her friends and acquaintances.
    She, except for seeing his Arapaho Team in whole or part over the past two and a half years, had always fit into and accepted his world. Hands down, she was his prize for living well. And for hazardous duty. He glanced at the sling cupping his broken arm and winced.
    Eyeing the veggies he had taken from the refrigerator, he told himself he better get chopping so that his caldo would be ready for dinner. A chilling day like today was the best to eat his soup. But the arm, broken on the last op when he misjudged a climb up a rock face and fell, was slow to heal. Coyote and Jagger had pulled him to safety, jabbing him with enough pain killers from their crash kits to hold him until they got onto a carrier.
    “Smashed in three places,” the doc had told him later in sickbay. The next doctor he’d seen in Little Neck had told him it was healing nicely. But. Big But. “Writing you out for three months until you heal. Go home, see your wife and check in at Bethesda Naval Hospital for checkups and rehab, where they will decide when you’re fit to return.”
    Now here he was, cocooned in snowy D.C., cooking, even knitting and getting regular loving from his smoking hot wife of two years.
    He picked up a knife and set to work on the meal.
    When the soup began to simmer, he walked over to the bar and poured himself two fingers neat of scotch. The door opened a while later as he sat in the living room in front of the fire, one of his own hand-made afghans over his legs. Harry napped by the hearth. Zeus put aside the book he’d been reading and called to her.
    “Hey, babe. In here.” He began to rise, his dexterity still off by the lack of use of his left arm. “Hang on, I’m coming.”
    “Stay where you are,” she told him. “Let me get my boots off and go to the bathroom. I’ll join you in a minute.”
    He sat back down and waited. He heard her make her way from the foyer to their master bedroom, heard the toilet flush and then… nada .
    “Where are you?” he called. “I am lonely in here.”
    When she waltzed in, wearing a forest green silk negligee and matching robe. Sans shoes, she did a full modeling job that had his cock appreciating her style, then she sat next to him on his right side and cuddled up close. “Missed me, huh?”
    He flung his arm around her and pressed her to him. “You bet. You’re cheeks are all ruddy and, let’s see.” He kissed her soundly. “Your lips are cold as Alaska.”
    She shivered beautifully. “I have other parts of me that are all hot and bothered. Interested?”
    He pursed his lips, then ran his gaze over the curve of her breasts and down to the translucent folds of her sumptuous gown and robe. “Couldn’t fight me off with a bulldozer.”
    “Good. Because I have a proposition for you.”
    “No, no. First you need to tell me what the doc said.”
    “I’m good. Platelets are normal. Still at pre-Egypt and kidnapping levels. That’s nearly three years now.” She seemed excited, but pensive.
    Why? “What gives here?”
    “I am healthy.”
    “Good.”
    “I have been for so long that I asked him today if I could do something rather adventurous.”
    His