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Authors: Linda Barlow, Alana Albertson
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a few minutes in the tub, his eyes started to focus.
I repeated my question. “Fingers?”
“Two, Instructor Tyler.”
“Get the fuck back down there.”
The guy scampered down the beach like Cassie’s hurt sea lion. I picked up the microphone. “You’re wet and cold—you’re going to be wet and cold for a week. You better all start laughing.”
The kid hooked his arms with his swim buddy and started cackling like the Joker. The laughter would warm up their bodies. I wasn’t a sadist—if these men thought ocean in the winter in San Diego was cold, they’d never survive the sub-zero temperatures when we did missions in Alaska.
I returned to Cassie. She was standing there next to the instructor truck, a surprised look on her face.
“I need to get back to work. I won’t tell my mom, but I’m not going to lie and tell you that I’m never gonna touch you again. When you’re ready for a second round, let me know. Bye, Sis.”
She stalked away from me, sand flying under her angry feet, and stormed back up the beach. My eyes lingered a little too long on her curvy ass. She’d looked so fucking incredible in her cotton dress, and I knew that every man on that beach wanted to fuck her, but they had thought she was mine. Which she had been, for a minute.
I wanted to carry her away and take her back to my place and fuck her brains out. The sooner, the better. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since our night together. Was it really only because she’d been the last girl I’d fucked? I’d been stateside for almost two weeks now and still hadn’t gotten laid. I didn’t have relationships; I rarely slept with a woman more than once. A Navy SEAL never makes the same mistake twice—why was I breaking my rules for Cassie? I didn’t know—the only thing I was certain of was that I had to taste Cassie again. And nothing was going to stop me.
I didn’t have time to deal with this mess. Not now. Not when my men needed me.
The sun began to set. I spoke into the microphone. “Say goodbye to the sun, gents. It’s gonna be a long night.”
Chapter 13—Cassie
As I walked away from the sand-caked would-be SEALs on the beach and their asshole instructor, I didn’t know what to feel. The truth was that seeing Shane, walking beside him, listening to his low, sexy voice had brought that sexual yearning boiling to the surface again. There was an ache in my belly and that damn traitorous dampness between my legs.
What was wrong with me? I couldn’t allow myself to have such feelings. Not now. Not ever. Was I some kind of deviant or something? Shane was my stepbrother. Or he soon would be.
I couldn’t ever be with him again.
I couldn’t even permit myself to think about it. Dream about it. Fantasize about it.
I had to put the guy completely out of my mind.
Anyway, how could I be attracted to such a full-of-himself jackass? He’d been barely civil at the dinner, and the moment he’d gotten me out of sight of our parents, he had grabbed me and pulled my body against his. If he’d jammed his mouth down on mine right at that moment, I’d have kissed him back. Seeing him was like watching shards of lightning, up close, despite the danger.
A SEAL. He could probably kill me with his bare hands. He’d survived the training those recruits back there were enduring. And I’d heard—everyone around here knew it—that most members of every new SEAL class washed out. Quit. The instructors did their damnedest to make you quit. You had to be really tough and stubborn to graduate from that self-imposed torture class.
A lot of girls around here were hot for SEALs. Would drop their panties if one of them so much as grinned at her. I’d thought that was really asinine behavior. Like I’d never do such a thing. Oh no, not me!
God. No wonder I’d never heard from Shane after our night together. That must have been an easy hookup for him. Order a woman to fuck him and she’d be, “Yes, Sir, How Hard,
I repeated my question. “Fingers?”
“Two, Instructor Tyler.”
“Get the fuck back down there.”
The guy scampered down the beach like Cassie’s hurt sea lion. I picked up the microphone. “You’re wet and cold—you’re going to be wet and cold for a week. You better all start laughing.”
The kid hooked his arms with his swim buddy and started cackling like the Joker. The laughter would warm up their bodies. I wasn’t a sadist—if these men thought ocean in the winter in San Diego was cold, they’d never survive the sub-zero temperatures when we did missions in Alaska.
I returned to Cassie. She was standing there next to the instructor truck, a surprised look on her face.
“I need to get back to work. I won’t tell my mom, but I’m not going to lie and tell you that I’m never gonna touch you again. When you’re ready for a second round, let me know. Bye, Sis.”
She stalked away from me, sand flying under her angry feet, and stormed back up the beach. My eyes lingered a little too long on her curvy ass. She’d looked so fucking incredible in her cotton dress, and I knew that every man on that beach wanted to fuck her, but they had thought she was mine. Which she had been, for a minute.
I wanted to carry her away and take her back to my place and fuck her brains out. The sooner, the better. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since our night together. Was it really only because she’d been the last girl I’d fucked? I’d been stateside for almost two weeks now and still hadn’t gotten laid. I didn’t have relationships; I rarely slept with a woman more than once. A Navy SEAL never makes the same mistake twice—why was I breaking my rules for Cassie? I didn’t know—the only thing I was certain of was that I had to taste Cassie again. And nothing was going to stop me.
I didn’t have time to deal with this mess. Not now. Not when my men needed me.
The sun began to set. I spoke into the microphone. “Say goodbye to the sun, gents. It’s gonna be a long night.”
Chapter 13—Cassie
As I walked away from the sand-caked would-be SEALs on the beach and their asshole instructor, I didn’t know what to feel. The truth was that seeing Shane, walking beside him, listening to his low, sexy voice had brought that sexual yearning boiling to the surface again. There was an ache in my belly and that damn traitorous dampness between my legs.
What was wrong with me? I couldn’t allow myself to have such feelings. Not now. Not ever. Was I some kind of deviant or something? Shane was my stepbrother. Or he soon would be.
I couldn’t ever be with him again.
I couldn’t even permit myself to think about it. Dream about it. Fantasize about it.
I had to put the guy completely out of my mind.
Anyway, how could I be attracted to such a full-of-himself jackass? He’d been barely civil at the dinner, and the moment he’d gotten me out of sight of our parents, he had grabbed me and pulled my body against his. If he’d jammed his mouth down on mine right at that moment, I’d have kissed him back. Seeing him was like watching shards of lightning, up close, despite the danger.
A SEAL. He could probably kill me with his bare hands. He’d survived the training those recruits back there were enduring. And I’d heard—everyone around here knew it—that most members of every new SEAL class washed out. Quit. The instructors did their damnedest to make you quit. You had to be really tough and stubborn to graduate from that self-imposed torture class.
A lot of girls around here were hot for SEALs. Would drop their panties if one of them so much as grinned at her. I’d thought that was really asinine behavior. Like I’d never do such a thing. Oh no, not me!
God. No wonder I’d never heard from Shane after our night together. That must have been an easy hookup for him. Order a woman to fuck him and she’d be, “Yes, Sir, How Hard,
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