Bound & SEAL'D: A Bad Boy Navy SEAL Romance Read Free

magical, but she’s fucking hot and you know it.”

    “ R ight . She’s about a 7.5 then.” He laughs.

    “ W hatever .” I motion for the bartender. “Two more.” I say to him. I turn back to face Bowen, confused by his lack of enthusiasm. Did he even see her ass? Those thick dimensions? Those fucking hips? God damn, he must be crazy. The war did some weird shit to his brain and now he doesn’t like to fuck. Well, I’m still a red blooded American and I’ve got a craving for pussy. Plus, it had been way too long since I had plastered a chick’s face in cum.

    “ B etter be careful . I think that blonde chick she’s with is the owner of the bar,” he cautions me. “Play nice.”

    “ I always do .” I wink. He slaps my back and I know what I have to do. Shit, I was looking down the barrel of a gun and it never felt any better than this.

Lena
    “ D o you have a death wish or what?” I ask as Julie sinks the 8-ball right into the corner pocket. First shot in the game.
    “I guess I do!” She laughs. “Okay, okay. Let’s play another game.” She sets the table up, one more time.
    “I hate pool,” I say, sighing loudly.
    Julie shakes up the triangle and lifts it up, revealing a perfect set up. “Yeah, well, you hate everything fun,” she says.
    “Not everything,” I laugh. “I don’t hate you,” I say. I wanted to tell her that it’s not easy trying to rehabilitate an alcoholic who owns her own bar. That it’s not all fun and games for the girl who’s forced to be the responsible one in the family. But I don’t. I just smile, laugh, and pretend I’m having a good time. Fact is, she has gone through a lot of bullshit and she deserves more from the world.
    Our mother, bless her heart, wasn’t exactly the sanest woman on the planet. And when our father selfishly left her for an easier life, he also left two daughters to fend for themselves. I don’t do too much blaming these days, but I don’t run from my history either. It was just part of being in the Skye family, I guess. Julie and I were both messed up in our own ways.
    “Alright. You break this time,” she says, holding a beer in her hand.
    “You’re going down missy.” I grab the beer from her hand, down it myself, and bend over the table. With one fell swoop the cue rolls over felt and the balls crack away from the impact. It’s like watching the birth of the universe, as a few solid colored balls fall into their respective black holes. Shit, I’m kind of drunk , I think to myself.
    “You’re solids,” she says ecstatically, running to the other end of the table. “Watch this.” She pushes the stick lightly and somehow five striped balls disappear from the table. “Bullseye!” she shouts.
    “See? I hate this game. You’re too good!” I laugh, trying to find my next shot. Of course, there’s nothing in front of me except a big clump of balls.
    “Honey, what do you think I do when I’m on bar here? I get drunk and play pool. Sometimes I serve the occasional drink,” she says. But when I scowl, she covers her mouth because she knows she’s said something wrong.
    “You’re not supposed to be drinking, Julie.” And there it is. That anger I buried down last night is starting to boil up again. I feel my face grow hot as I wait for her to defend herself.
    “Lighten up. I don’t mean I get drunk, per se. I just mean, sometimes I have the occasional beer. What? Can you blame me?” She’s clearly flustered though, and avoiding all eye contact with me. I’m not mad that she messes up every once in a while. I’m mad that she feels like she has to lie to me about it. It makes me think I can’t trust her.
    “Julie, I’m your sister. You can tell me if you’re having a hard time,” I say, but she’s already shaking her head at me.
    “I’m fine. Really, I am. It’s your shot.” She derails the conversation entirely and I’m forced to give up on it for now. My sister is a complex woman and she took our dad