The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Kai looked at Amy and me as he got out, and he didn’t look happy. “I’m not sure I want to spend more time on the water after the week I just had,” he said.

Manuel came around with his bag. “Yeah, are we going sailing or something?”

“Or something. Come on.” I led them to the gate for the docks, using my key card to open it up. I led them along the docks, passing the smaller day-sailers and fishing boats. They were trying to figure it what the surprise was when a sexy voice from above caught their attention.

“Hey sailors,” Makani said as she stood by the rail on the upper deck in her revealing white bikini.

“Fancy having a drink with a few lonely ladies,” Noelani asked as she came up next to her twin in a black bikini of the same style.

Manuel dropped his bag in shock, while Ricardo just stood there. Kai looked at Amy, wondering what was going on. “Come aboard, boys,” I said as I walked the gangplank to the swim platform at the stern of the Good Times.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“You’re shitting me,” Kai said as he walked up the stairs behind me. “This is yours?”

“Yes, and the girls and I are living here now. Our landlord booted us out after all the police attention we got from the art,” I replied. “I’m leasing it for a year with an option to buy.”

I opened the sliding door to the salon. Amy took Kai’s hand, leading him forward to the ladder heading down to their stateroom. We wouldn’t see them until dinner was ready. I looked back at the twins, who were slack-jawed as they looked at the opulent surroundings. “This way to your room,” I said. We went down the stairs, and I pointed at their door. “Change into swimsuits and head back up,” I told them.

I’d barely set my bag down and looked around before I heard them heading back up to the twins. I spent some time organizing my things as the three couples had some time to themselves. Heading back up to the kitchen, I put the potatoes in the oven and started preparing the broccoli for steaming. While I waited, I watched the evening news and checked my messages. “Thirty minutes,” I warned the girls when the time was right. “Fire up the grill and make sure those steaks don’t get overcooked.”

“We’ll be ready,” Makani sent back.

“We’ll get showered,” Amy sent back.

I timed the cooking so I could mash the potatoes with cream cheese, butter, and sour cream. The broccoli finished steaming, and I put it in another bowl and carried them up to the upper kitchen. Manuel was grilling the ribeyes with Makani, while Noelani was tucked up next to Ricardo on the couch. I set the food down on the table, which Noelani had already set. Amy was flushed as she followed Kai to the table and sat down. “What are you guys drinking,” I asked as I went over to the refrigerator. “We’ve got beer, hard cider, milk, Coke, and water.”

I handed out the drinks as they called them out. Manuel plated the big steaks, and we all sat down at the table while the ocean breeze swirled around us. “I’d like to propose a toast,” I said before everyone started. I raised my Coke and looked across at Amy. “To the strongest woman that I’ve ever known. She’s been through so much, but her smile never faded, and she never let adversity stop her. I love you, Amy.”

Tears were going down her cheeks as everyone took their drinks. No one said anything for a few minutes, as the food was too good for idle conversation. The talk did come, and it went well after sundown. We told the boys about our plans for the future and our shakedown cruise adventures on the boat. They were supportive of us, but that couldn’t hide the jealousy. “I can’t believe we’ll be in training for eight weeks straight while THEY get to jet around the world and dive all those cool spots,” Manuel said.

“And they get PAID FOR IT,” Ricardo agreed.

“Technically, these three get paid for it. I sign the checks in the hopes I make a lot more later,” I said.

“I’d do it for free,” Kai said.

“You’ll get plenty of dive time in the next year,” I teased. I wasn’t kidding, either. After BUD/S finished up, the training just got tougher. It cost three million dollars and took eighteen months to turn a sailor into a SEAL. “How many are in your class now?”

“Thirty-two,” he said. “Lost two this week when they failed exams.” It wasn’t just injuries or the physical challenges that could wash you out; SEAL training was mentally challenging. I could tell how much more confident the guys were since we first met.

They told us some stories, and when the breeze started to get too cold, we moved the party down to the salon. Amy and I laid out what we knew of our schedule for our overseas trip. They were worried about security, but we’d have that in spades, plus camera crews to record everything. “You’re dating future reality television stars,” Amy told the guys.

“I’m good with that,” Ricardo said as he pulled Noelani in for a kiss. “Television could use some reality, and I know you four won’t skank it up like those other shows.”

“I need to talk to your Commanding Officer about this, Kai,” I said. “We are going to start filming the show before we leave, and we’ll be filming for months after we return to the States. You three are part of our lives, so you should be part of the show. I can’t pay you, since you’re in the Navy, but I will need permission from each of you and the Navy to have you on the show.”

“I’ll see what I can do Monday,” he said. “I want to be wherever Amy is, cameras or not.” The twins quickly agreed, knowing the alternative was to be left out.

“I’d rather speak to Admiral Kirk first,” I said. “Amy and I have both met him before, and it’s my project. I want to sound him out about doing some filming WITH the Navy for an episode. I could see us diving in restricted waters off San Clemente with SEALs, or the four of us going through elements of SEAL training. I think it would be a winner for the Navy and ‘Shark Baits.’ Imagine the ratings when the guys take off their shirts and flex.”

“Sun’s out, guns out,” Amy agreed.

Ricardo whispered something that made Manuel break out laughing. “What?”

Manuel caught his breath. “He said that if you four do the workout in full view of the class, half the guys will ring the bell just to join you.”

I had to laugh at that. “We’ll try not to interfere.”

“It would be a blast to go through some of your pool training with your instructors,” Amy said. “So many things open up if we get the cooperation of the Navy.”

“Not so much,” Kai said, wincing as he remembered. Amy and I had watched some documentaries and talked to Hammer to get a better idea of what he was going through. SEAL pool training was much more than just swimming. They would tie your hands behind your back and your ankles together, forcing you to push off the bottom and take a breath before you sank back down. Instructors would push your limits, seeing if you could keep a clear head and function when you were drowning. They would roll you, tear off your mask, kink your airlines, even turn off your tanks. It was dangerous training, and sometimes people died. “You’re right, though. You grease the skids, and I’ll send the special request chit up the chain. It probably has to go to Washington, but the Admiral’s support will be key.”

Amy had gone to get another round of drinks, handing her mate a cold beer before handing out the rest. “I can’t believe you’re living like this just a short distance away from where we are getting our asses kicked daily.”

“I could drive up and down the coast off the beach if that would help,” I teased. “Amy and the girls could wear their bikinis for you.”

“That’s all right. I need to focus on training,” Kai said.

Makani picked up the teasing. “It’s not all fun and games. We have to exercise, stretch, and work on our tans, you know. Modeling isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“I bet you guys don’t worry about getting a pimple on your forehead,” Noelani added.

“That’s true,” Kai said.

I started yawning just after ten, exhausted from the long days. “I’m turning in,” I said. “I’ll see you guys in the morning. Hammer will be here at six-thirty for our run,” I said.

“We better get some sleep, then,” Amy said. “Come on, honey.”

“Turn out the lights when you go to bed,” I told the two sets of twins as I made sure the door was locked.

I went back to my stateroom, showering, and heading to bed. I was out like a light.