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Authors: Sara Jane Stone
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, series, sexy, Contemporary Romance, BDSM, Military, Revenge, Erotic, seal, brazen, vegas, wedding, maid of honor, dare, best man
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in Lucia’s Vegas wedding to my best friend?
She’d been looking out for her little sister for as long as she could remember. When their parents had died, she’d shouldered her grief and Lucia’s. She’d tried to look out for her sister when Lucia announced her plan to pick up a man in Vegas for one wild night. Natalie had sent Cade. And now she was here, ready and willing to celebrate the beginning of her sister’s happily ever after.
But the closest I will ever get to a fairy tale ending is a dirty-talking SEAL on the other side of the bathroom door.
Jealousy threatened, but she pushed it away. Lucia deserved a happy ending after everything she had suffered. Still, she couldn’t escape the hollow loneliness that bubbled up in sharp contrast to Lucia’s bride-to-be glow. Just like she couldn’t ignore the fact that for a fleeting moment last night she’d felt connected to someone too—the man on the other side of the bathroom door.
She shoved that thought aside and focused on why she’d endured the disastrous road trip in the first place.
“I can do this. I can be a damn good maid of honor,” she whispered as she stared at the fountains and ran through her mental wedding weekend checklist.
1) Buy chocolate body paint
2) Wear the world’s ugliest pink dress while my best friend marries my sister
3) Have sex
Before last night, the third item on her to-do list would have ranked below take on extra shifts at the bar and go to the dentist . But the fact that she’d experienced her first orgasm in mixed company since—crap, she couldn’t remember the last nameless face from sixteen months ago. Whoever Mr. Last Time was, he couldn’t compete with listening to Jack describe a fantasy. Not Jack’s touch. Or his cock—
Across the pool, by the columns leading to the cabana, Jack turned away from Cade and Ronan. He looked right at her and smiled. She was tempted to smile back. Instead, she bit her lip and offered a scowl. He raised an eyebrow. His handsome features, perfect for this godlike setting, seemingly lit with amusement.
This man…
He could make her laugh, make her cry out with pleasure, make her crazy—and he could destroy her controlled life.
And he turned her on. That’s why “have sex”—with someone other than Jack—had moved up her to-do list. She needed to find someone else to drive her wild for a few hours and erase the physical need. And it wouldn’t be Jack. She wanted a man she could control, who wouldn’t lead her straight to wild and passionate. A man she could add to the relatively short list of Mr. Last Times and then forget about in the morning.
If she’d learned anything from their impromptu stay at the motel, it was that Jack Barnes was not that man. She’d been fighting to escape the memory of what they’d done, how he’d made her feel as she’d sat on the bathroom floor screaming his name—connected, wanted, desired. Dammit, she’d felt closer to him than the last man she’d slept with and quickly forgotten. And Jack had inspired that connection despite them coming on different sides of the bathroom door.
Lucia stopped by her side, having left her coworkers chatting with a man Natalie didn’t recognize. “Most women smile, maybe drool a little, when they see a team of shirtless SEALs by a Vegas pool.” Her little sister shoved a drink into her hand.
“I know,” Natalie said and accepted the beer. Lucia had to know Natalie would hate the fruity umbrella drink her sister had designated her “signature cocktail” for the long weekend. “I’ve seen it happen.”
Back in Coronado, Natalie had on occasion visited the beach with Cade. She’d grown accustomed to the wide-eyed stares. A hard-bodied Navy SEAL in board shorts, his muscular chest tanned to perfection, drew longing looks, especially from the bikini-clad population. And sometimes Jack tagged along. She’d seen him without a shirt, his suit riding low on his hips. But she’d never wondered
She’d been looking out for her little sister for as long as she could remember. When their parents had died, she’d shouldered her grief and Lucia’s. She’d tried to look out for her sister when Lucia announced her plan to pick up a man in Vegas for one wild night. Natalie had sent Cade. And now she was here, ready and willing to celebrate the beginning of her sister’s happily ever after.
But the closest I will ever get to a fairy tale ending is a dirty-talking SEAL on the other side of the bathroom door.
Jealousy threatened, but she pushed it away. Lucia deserved a happy ending after everything she had suffered. Still, she couldn’t escape the hollow loneliness that bubbled up in sharp contrast to Lucia’s bride-to-be glow. Just like she couldn’t ignore the fact that for a fleeting moment last night she’d felt connected to someone too—the man on the other side of the bathroom door.
She shoved that thought aside and focused on why she’d endured the disastrous road trip in the first place.
“I can do this. I can be a damn good maid of honor,” she whispered as she stared at the fountains and ran through her mental wedding weekend checklist.
1) Buy chocolate body paint
2) Wear the world’s ugliest pink dress while my best friend marries my sister
3) Have sex
Before last night, the third item on her to-do list would have ranked below take on extra shifts at the bar and go to the dentist . But the fact that she’d experienced her first orgasm in mixed company since—crap, she couldn’t remember the last nameless face from sixteen months ago. Whoever Mr. Last Time was, he couldn’t compete with listening to Jack describe a fantasy. Not Jack’s touch. Or his cock—
Across the pool, by the columns leading to the cabana, Jack turned away from Cade and Ronan. He looked right at her and smiled. She was tempted to smile back. Instead, she bit her lip and offered a scowl. He raised an eyebrow. His handsome features, perfect for this godlike setting, seemingly lit with amusement.
This man…
He could make her laugh, make her cry out with pleasure, make her crazy—and he could destroy her controlled life.
And he turned her on. That’s why “have sex”—with someone other than Jack—had moved up her to-do list. She needed to find someone else to drive her wild for a few hours and erase the physical need. And it wouldn’t be Jack. She wanted a man she could control, who wouldn’t lead her straight to wild and passionate. A man she could add to the relatively short list of Mr. Last Times and then forget about in the morning.
If she’d learned anything from their impromptu stay at the motel, it was that Jack Barnes was not that man. She’d been fighting to escape the memory of what they’d done, how he’d made her feel as she’d sat on the bathroom floor screaming his name—connected, wanted, desired. Dammit, she’d felt closer to him than the last man she’d slept with and quickly forgotten. And Jack had inspired that connection despite them coming on different sides of the bathroom door.
Lucia stopped by her side, having left her coworkers chatting with a man Natalie didn’t recognize. “Most women smile, maybe drool a little, when they see a team of shirtless SEALs by a Vegas pool.” Her little sister shoved a drink into her hand.
“I know,” Natalie said and accepted the beer. Lucia had to know Natalie would hate the fruity umbrella drink her sister had designated her “signature cocktail” for the long weekend. “I’ve seen it happen.”
Back in Coronado, Natalie had on occasion visited the beach with Cade. She’d grown accustomed to the wide-eyed stares. A hard-bodied Navy SEAL in board shorts, his muscular chest tanned to perfection, drew longing looks, especially from the bikini-clad population. And sometimes Jack tagged along. She’d seen him without a shirt, his suit riding low on his hips. But she’d never wondered
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