A Legacy Written Forever – Robert Bell novel Chapter 17

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Davis

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Dawson asked me. I nodded.

She was very beautiful, and she seemed to be very sweet. The reaction of Mic and Dawson to the video they just watched was telling. Something they saw really stripped them of their normal

control.

I signed to Dawson that this was going to sting, as held up the bottle that would disinfect the area

on his cut palm. Beer bottles were hard to break by hand, especially by the base. But with Dawson’s strength, it was easy for him. He didn’t even flinch as I cleaned his palm. He didn’t flinch as I put a needle into his skin and pulled thread through his palm to close the wound. The man

was a machine.

When I was done, I wrapped his palm, and then I kissed it. He smirked at me.

“You’re such a mother hen,” he said. I flipped him off.

I was a mute by choice. Only my SEAL team knew had a severe stutter. Growing up, I was

soft-spoken and my father berated me so much that I started to become afraid to speak. The stutter started, and I couldn’t seem to control it without really concentrating. They all learned to sign for me. I was really touched by that.

Everyone in the Navy thought I had something medically wrong with me, but when my medical evals were checked, and they came back normal, I was able to pursue my dream of becoming a SEAL. That’s where I met Dawson, Mic, Ford, Stafford, and Cruz. We quickly became the dream team. We always had each other’s backs. We were quick with our missions and extractions. When you wanted someone found and rescued, it was always us that was called up.

I was thankful that we all got out in relatively one piece, if you didn’t count the PTSD, and really it’s part and parcel of the job. I still remember the first time Mic was trapped in a nightmare. I scrambled out of my bunk and tried to wake him, but he wouldn’t. Ford came over to us and tried to help. We didn’t want anyone to know that we were becoming affected by the job, so Ford and I picked him up and took him to a secluded area in the barracks. Ford had gotten some mattresses and laid them on the floor, and we put him in the middle of us and held him. He had quieted. This happened a couple more times on our last assignment. One night I was woken up by movement, and I saw Ford sucking Mic’s c*ck, and Mic was loving it. It had shocked me, because we had all only ever been with women. None of us have ever been with a man before, and I found I didn’t hate the sight of seeing two of my best friends loving on each other. Mic had looked over at me when I made a noise. He reached out, a look of desperation on his face, so I leaned over and we kissed. That night opened all our minds. Dawson had found us the next morning intertwined. I had awoken to him leaning over us and waking us up gently by rubbing our heads like a loving big

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brother. None of us talked about it. But that’s how we began. Later, Stafford and Cruz, being life-long friends, admitted they were g*y and in love with each other. They said they had felt a shift in our group dynamic and felt comfortable sharing with us. Dawson never participated with us,

but he watched over us and made sure our secret was safe. I loved this man. I owed him

everything.

“I’d like you to get to know her. You’ll see there’s something special about her. From the first

moment I set eyes on her, I felt this pull.”

I signed to him.

“Yes, she’s married, but she’s getting a divorce. He cheated on her, I told you all this, the night I

came home.”

I asked what happened on the video and he told me. I pounded my fist on the countertop in the bathroom we were in. I hated abusers. I thought they should all be captured and shot.

“I know buddy. Men who hit women are weak a*s bitches that need to have their balls cut off.

He’ll eventually get what’s coming to him one day. But she needs us, Davis. She’s so vulnerable

and, despite having been married, there’s an innocence to her. She is so sweet too. She can heal

us, or at least quiet our demons. Will you try?”

I nodded. I haven’t been with a woman for six years. I think it’s been two or three years for Dawson, and the last woman Mic and Ford were with was a year ago when we went to that security convention. That was hot as f*ck to watch. I didn’t want to participate. I watched them more than her. She didn’t do anything for me. I guess time would tell if this woman did. What was

her name? Isha? Beautiful name.

After cleaning everything up, we walked back outside. Dawson and I both froze, and my hand went to my chest, because I was pretty sure my d*mn heart stopped, and my d**k became rock solid. In front of us was Isha in a black bikini. Her top was relatively modest, whereas it fully covered her br*asts, it was her bottoms that had the saliva pooling into my mouth. They were practically non-existent with the a*s that she had. Her hips and thighs were thick too, and she had shapely calves and delicate feet. I loved feet. Ford was frozen by the grill, tongs in one hand not doing sh*t as the meat cooked, but his eyes were glued to Isha’s a*s. She had put her long hair in a bun on top of her head. Mic had his hands behind his head and I could see his fingers were practically white on his tanned skin as he held them together. His eyes were hooded, and he had his bottom lip in his mouth, playing with his ring. F*ck her as was epic. She was bent over laughing as she and Ava had attempted some cheer dance. Where they learned it, I had no clue. But when we walked out, she had been jumping around and her as was bouncy. Now with her bent, we all simultaneously rearranged our c*cks.

She turned and saw Dawson and me. She ran over to us and she bounced everywhere. I could feel my head bobbing up and down as her t*ts jiggled around.

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“Hi, how is the hand?” she asked, stopping in front of us, with a sweet smile.

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I looked at Dawson, pretty sure my eyes were as wide as his. But at least my mouth was closed. I looked at her again. She had a small soft rounded belly, she wasn’t fat, her waist was nipped in, but she had a tiny belly pouch and I had the urge to drop to my knees and nuzzle it. Her smile start

to falter when neither of us said anything.

I cleared my throat, and started to sign slowly that he was completely fine. She watched me and to my utter shock she flawlessly signed that she was glad I could take care of him. In fast hand movements, I asked how she knew how to sign. She told me her grandad, before he died, was practically deaf for almost all of her life. Her Nana had taught her how to sign when she was little so she could talk to her grandad. Then she beamed at me and I was lost. Holy f*ck she was

exquisite.

“Well, I am glad your hand is okay, Dawson. I’m going to go back over to Ava. Isn’t it funny? She and I went to high school together in Las Vegas, and we are here at the same time now. The universe is wild.” She giggled.

I whined, because my eyes were glued to her a*s and I had gripped my c*ck and squeezed it as she

bounced all the way back to Ava. I looked at Dawson and he looked at me. He had a dopey grin

on his face. Yep, we were goners. She was the one

Roc

Hey a heads up. This story will be going PTR in the next day or two. I am really glad I could give you this much before then. I hope you continue to read the story.

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