“Your brothers have already taken off for the weekend.” I pulled her hand away from twisting in her hair and placed it on my cock. She threw a sour scowl in my direction but immediately caressed me like she was trying to prove a point. “Yeah, I got the whole rundown from Matt last night,” I said, groaning. “You’re the only one punching in today, peanut.”
I knew what I was doing when I tailed Shannon home and convinced her doorman I was one of her brothers last night, and I knew what I was doing right now.
I wanted her all to myself.
And this didn’t require analysis. I mean, fuck…after three years of near-continuous deployment, wasn’t Isupposedto drown myself in pussy? It was probably listed in the Navy’s official Rest and Recuperation Policy as a suggested activity.
Visiting loved ones, hunting and fishing, comfort food, consensual sex.
But I couldn’t blame this on post-deployment horny anymore. The past three months hardly qualified, considering they were spent in the scorched Nevada desert, teaching a team of rookie SEALs how to survive the dry heat.
This was—oh, hell, her fingers were fucking incredible—this was too complicated to figure out right now. My only priority was hidden somewhere between prolonging this as much as possible and explodingright this second. “I’m leaving for Montauk this afternoon. Come with me.”
She stared at me, her brow furrowed and a frown pulling at her lips. “What? Why?”
Her hand stilled, and I covered it with mine, urging her to continue.
“I have a buddy who has a house there. He’s away for the weekend,” I added.
I could handle her saying no, but I could also throw her over my shoulder and kidnap her. It wasn’t like her kicking and screaming didn’t turn me on.
“Why?” she repeated. Our hands were moving together, fast and firm.
“Don’t you ever want to disappear? Leave this all behind for a few days?”
I didn’t know where those questions came from, but they were the right ones. She blinked at me twice, that fierce poker face dissolving, and I saw the same flash of vulnerability I’d seen months ago. Her eyes shifted to her phone—the one that didn’t stop vibrating and chiming all damn night—and her teeth sank into her bottom lip. There were instances when she dropped the bitch boss act, and even though the bitch boss was hot as hell, the real Shannon was addictive. I couldn’t get a taste of her like this without wanting it again.
Something snapped inside me, and those hot, prickly sensations clawed their way down my spine. I couldn’t even choke out the words to tell her I was coming.
Gripping her velvet-upholstered headboard for support, I groaned and panted until my eyes were capable of focusing again. I couldn’t look down yet. I couldn’t see my seed splashed over her creamy skin and not spend the rest of the day worshipping her sassy little ass.
Shannon’s phone skittered across the bedside table, singing with alerts for a minute straight. Snatching it up, I keyed in her password and powered down the device. “You’re not turning that thing on again until Tuesday.”
“How did you unlock my phone?” she snapped, trying to tear it away from me. I held it out of her reach and tossed it under the bed.
“Commando tactic,” I said, scooping her up and marching toward the shower. “We’re leaving in half an hour. Don’t pack any underwear.”
*
“I would likemy phone back,” Shannon said, her voice cold and shrill. “Now.”
I admired how hard she worked at that attitude. She put everything into being pissed off, and it made me want to throw her up against any of the cars in this underground garage and fuck her while she insulted me.
“Not happening,” I murmured.
“Motherfucking meathead,” she huffed, stomping away.
“Could you change that to lawyer-fucking meathead? I really prefer precise insults.”
It was a prime opportunity to study her ass in a tiny pair of yellow shorts. And those legs. Fuck me, those legs.
I was almost too preoccupied with the thick freckle clusters on her hamstrings to notice she’d opened a Range Rover’s rear gate and was busy piling her things inside. Stopping beside her, I grabbed the bags from her and stowed them myself.
“Hand over the keys, peanut,” I said while I tossed my backpack beside her brightly colored quilted bags. “Unless you’d like to see some more commando tactics.”
Shannon chucked the keys at my head, growling and murmuring to herself as she pivoted, marched to the passenger side, and flung the door open. She was still fuming when I settled beside her in the driver’s seat. She really wanted that phone.
“What?” I asked, gesturing to the car’s tricked-out interior. Why a little girl needed a badass SUV was beyond me. “No up-armored Humvees available?”
