Page 8 of Triton

3

Erik

I raced down the beach,glancing back and taking another look at Aria. She had emerged from the pool, and her wet swimsuit clung to her body, showing off her incredible ass. In the water, I had seen the outline of her hard nipples. I couldn’t believe that was really her. An Olympic gold medalist in my sights. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also smart and dedicated.

And flexible as fuck. I remember watching her gold medal winning routine on television last summer with my sister. At first, I thought the entire sport was creepy—the women were done up with a ton of makeup and had way too shiny hair. But once the routine started, I was blown away. Her breath control was incredible, as they were underwater for most the routine. I remembered her perfect straddle split and another part where her leg went behind her ear. I wanted to spread her legs wide on my couch and bury myself in her pussy, eating her until she came all over myface.

I couldn’t wait to fuckher.

Devin hit me on the back. “Man, did you see the way that redhead opened herlegs?”

Great men thought alike. “No shit, dumbass. She’s Aria Clements.”

Devin’s gaze clouded, his expression was distant. I never knew if he was just playing with me or if he was having a flashback to his glorydays.

“Who?”

“The Olympic synchronized swimming gold medalist. America’s Little Mermaid. She’s on a Wheatiesbox.”

He licked his lips. “I’d love to eat herbox.”

I punched his arm. “Fuck off, dude. I saw her first. Did you even watch the Olympics last summer?”

“Not synchro. A bit of the swimming.”

We ran back toward base. As we left the resort part of the beach and entered the restricted area, I was grateful that my place of work had multi-million-dollar views. BUD/S candidates lined the beach holding swift boats above their heads. Next year, I’d be one of the instructors. I couldn’t wait to torture the next generation of SEALs.

“Well, I did. My sister is a huge fan. Aria is sexy asfuck.”

Devin smirked. Nothing had changed from his rock star days—he was still a player. A different woman every night. Just as many chicks would drop to their knees to suck off a SEAL as they would to blow a rockstar.

But I wasn’t like him. I was picky. I wanted a woman who I could admire and respect. A woman who had goals and a life of her own. A champion, an overachiever.

Someone likeAria.

She intrigued me and was hot. Hell, she’d be a perfect partner for me in TritonFix, my side hustle.

On my rare weekends off, I provided consulting to local entrepreneurs—teaching them effective project management skills and how to work with their employees by conducting team building activities. To some of my Teammates, it sounded boring, but honestly, I loved helping the civilian world apply military discipline to business practices. And I hoped that one day it would grow into a company that could support my family.

Aria and I would make the perfect team—a SEAL and an Olympian. Clients would be knocking down my door to work withus.

In a few weeks, I was a pitching a huge client. If I could promise him a session with Aria and me, I’d definitely close thedeal.

But first, I had to get her to go out withme.

Devin and I hit the locker room and showered after our run. Today we had an intelligence briefing. And we’d soon deploy on an operation.

But it would be my last mission for a while.

No, I wasn’t leaving the Teams. Not until I retired or died. But after eight years of training, deploying, fighting overseas, I had one more mission, and then I’d be assigned three years of shore duty. Maybe I’d be around long enough to finally have a real relationship.

I grabbed my phone and logged into the Del’s website. Mermaid fitness. Tomorrow at eighta.m.

Perfect.

Grinning, I picked up the phone to call mymom.

She answered on the first ring. “Erik? What’s going on, honey? Are you leaving again?”