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Authors: Paige Tyler
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their own and had to be carried. So they’d taken turns in teams of two, humping the heavy ass dummies until they gotten them back to their Zodiacs. The dummies had gone into the boats then Chasen and the rest of the guys had carried the whole heavy load in a nice long jog back to main base.
It was a good thing SEALs liked to run. They already sprinted two miles and still had three more to go.
* * * * *
An hour and a half later, they sat outside one of the SEAL training buildings eating breakfast burritos from this great place right outside base while they cleaned their gear and ragged on Chasen for being so damn slow in between telling complete BS lies about how easy the morning’s joint training and PT session had been.
While Chasen laughed and talked smack like the rest of the Team, more of his thoughts were focused on Hayley and last night than ribbing his teammates. Their first date couldn’t have gone any better. Just because you wanted something to go right didn’t mean it would though. That was why he hadn’t mentioned the whole movie night in Waterfront Park thing up front. If the dinner had gone to hell, they could have ended the evening right there and been done with it. But it turned out the movie had been the highlight of the evening.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t the movie that had been the highlight, but being there on that blanket in the park sure as heck had been. Her mouth tasted so sweet he could have made out with her all night. And the way she’d moved her bare, sexy thigh back and forth across his jean-covered cock while they’d kissed was the stuff of fantasies. The mere memory made his shaft go hard inside his tight swim trunks. He stifled a groan and rearranged his FN assault rifle a little on his lap to hide the bulge. The last thing he needed was for the guys to see him sporting wood in his shorts.
“There’s that goofy ass grin again,” Logan said suddenly from across the room.
Chasen glanced up to see everyone looking at him.
“What’s got you so happy this morning?” Wes asked, regarding him with curious blue eyes.
Petty Officer 3 rd Class Wes Marshall was straight out of SQT—SEAL Qualification Training—and the newest member of SEAL Team 5. He was the FNG, as in the effing new guy, and he was finally starting to come out of his newbie shell and integrate with the Team.
“He had a date last night with that cute journo we rescued in Nigeria a few weeks back,” Nash said before Chasen could answer.
“No shit,” Logan said, throwing a shocked look at his friend. “How’d the hell did you two end up stumbling into each other? That’s got to be like a one-in-a-million type thing.”
Chasen opened his mouth to reply, but this time, it was Dalton who beat him to it. “He ran into her the other day at the dog and pony show on Imperial Beach.”
Holden Lockwood glanced up from where he sat amongst a pile of motor parts, his hands black with grease and oil. “Where’d you guys go on your date?”
Holden was a big guy with dark hair, brown eyes, and a slightly crooked nose thanks to a fight with some asshat in BUD/s who ended up washing out a few days later. He was one of those good old boys from Texas who seemed to have an affinity for mechanical things. At the moment, he was “fixing” the motor from one of the Team’s Zodiacs, claiming it had been running poorly during this morning’s exercise. Chasen thought it had been running fine. He hoped the guy could put it back together and make it work. If not, it would probably fall on him to tell the commander they needed to buy a new one. That wasn’t a something Chasen looked forward to.
Chasen waited to see if one of the other guys wanted to answer this question too, but they all looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, you want me to answer that one,” he said drily. “I thought maybe you guys had someone following us or something.”
That earned him a laugh but at least no one admitted he was right.
“We went to
It was a good thing SEALs liked to run. They already sprinted two miles and still had three more to go.
* * * * *
An hour and a half later, they sat outside one of the SEAL training buildings eating breakfast burritos from this great place right outside base while they cleaned their gear and ragged on Chasen for being so damn slow in between telling complete BS lies about how easy the morning’s joint training and PT session had been.
While Chasen laughed and talked smack like the rest of the Team, more of his thoughts were focused on Hayley and last night than ribbing his teammates. Their first date couldn’t have gone any better. Just because you wanted something to go right didn’t mean it would though. That was why he hadn’t mentioned the whole movie night in Waterfront Park thing up front. If the dinner had gone to hell, they could have ended the evening right there and been done with it. But it turned out the movie had been the highlight of the evening.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t the movie that had been the highlight, but being there on that blanket in the park sure as heck had been. Her mouth tasted so sweet he could have made out with her all night. And the way she’d moved her bare, sexy thigh back and forth across his jean-covered cock while they’d kissed was the stuff of fantasies. The mere memory made his shaft go hard inside his tight swim trunks. He stifled a groan and rearranged his FN assault rifle a little on his lap to hide the bulge. The last thing he needed was for the guys to see him sporting wood in his shorts.
“There’s that goofy ass grin again,” Logan said suddenly from across the room.
Chasen glanced up to see everyone looking at him.
“What’s got you so happy this morning?” Wes asked, regarding him with curious blue eyes.
Petty Officer 3 rd Class Wes Marshall was straight out of SQT—SEAL Qualification Training—and the newest member of SEAL Team 5. He was the FNG, as in the effing new guy, and he was finally starting to come out of his newbie shell and integrate with the Team.
“He had a date last night with that cute journo we rescued in Nigeria a few weeks back,” Nash said before Chasen could answer.
“No shit,” Logan said, throwing a shocked look at his friend. “How’d the hell did you two end up stumbling into each other? That’s got to be like a one-in-a-million type thing.”
Chasen opened his mouth to reply, but this time, it was Dalton who beat him to it. “He ran into her the other day at the dog and pony show on Imperial Beach.”
Holden Lockwood glanced up from where he sat amongst a pile of motor parts, his hands black with grease and oil. “Where’d you guys go on your date?”
Holden was a big guy with dark hair, brown eyes, and a slightly crooked nose thanks to a fight with some asshat in BUD/s who ended up washing out a few days later. He was one of those good old boys from Texas who seemed to have an affinity for mechanical things. At the moment, he was “fixing” the motor from one of the Team’s Zodiacs, claiming it had been running poorly during this morning’s exercise. Chasen thought it had been running fine. He hoped the guy could put it back together and make it work. If not, it would probably fall on him to tell the commander they needed to buy a new one. That wasn’t a something Chasen looked forward to.
Chasen waited to see if one of the other guys wanted to answer this question too, but they all looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, you want me to answer that one,” he said drily. “I thought maybe you guys had someone following us or something.”
That earned him a laugh but at least no one admitted he was right.
“We went to
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