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

abandoning us much harder than I did. She wanted a dad to play catch with, someone to go on road trips with, a dad to laugh with. Plus, it’s not like Mom ever gave her a chance. She was too consumed in her episodes to give a shit about Julie. “The absolute let down,” as my mother once called her.
    “Fine, whatever. Do what you want.” I bend over and don’t even think about the shot. I crack the ball wildly and land one in. “I’m done playing. This game is boring,” I sigh, setting the stick on the table.
    “Good. ‘cause there’s a hot marine looking right at you.” She whispers, walking near me. “Don’t turn around too fast or he’ll know we saw him.
    “Ew, a marine? How do you know?” I make a grossed out noise. I wasn’t hot and heavy for those gun-wielding types. In fact, I tried to stay away altogether. I like the bookworms, the anti-alphas of the world. Guys like Elijah. Double gross. Okay, I’ll take a glance. What’s the harm?
    I glance over and feel his dark eyes burning a hole through my body. He was just staring like he didn’t care if I knew or not. “Oh, boy,” Julie laughs. “He looks like a wild one, doesn’t he? I wouldn’t mind saddling up for him.”
    “Saddling up? Ugh, who are you?!” I try to hold back my laughter, but it comes barreling out of me. She just shrugs and puts the pool cues away.
    I actually feel cute for once in my life. After last night’s fiasco, I needed to play a little dress up. I’ve got this denim skirt on, complete with a short black halter-top, and a pair of comfy sheer panties that could kill a man. I’m not even wearing a bra and my tits are barely contained beneath the fabric. Yep, I was ready to make a man beg for me tonight.
    “All I’m saying is I think you should go for it. After that whole thing with Elijah, you deserve it,” she says in that all too familiar confident-Julie tone.
    “I seem to remember you being the one on your knees in the back seat with my boyfriend.” I try not to scream, but my anger gets the best of me.
    “Ex-boyfriend. Besides, he’s got a small cock and he can barely get it up.”
    “That is not the point!” This time I scream. Luckily, the bar music drowns out my voice.
    “It is totally the point. I was helping you out. You don’t need to be with a loser like that,” she says, somehow with another beer in her hand. Where she keeps getting the bottles, I don’t know. But if she keeps pulling this Houdini shit on me, I’m leaving.
    I grab the beer from her hands and mutter “Right. Helping me out.”
    She ignores me and continues her stupid rant, “…you need a big cock. A big, fat meaty cock. One with ridges. A throbbing, All-American, weiner. One you can really choke on…”
    “Okay, Julie. I get it! Jesus.” I can’t even be mad at her anymore. What she just said was hilarious. And also true. Shit, I do need a big, fat meaty…
    “Oh, shit. He’s coming over!” she hisses at me and I can’t stop myself before I turn around.
    “Fuck!” I yell, immediately covering my mouth.
    “Wow. You’ve got some mouth on you.” A deep voice sounds behind me. I turn around to see two military men standing right over me. They must be two feet taller than me, at least.
    “Um. Yeah,” I mutter. Um, yeah? What the hell kind of a response is that, Lena?
    The guy in front was clearly the leader of the pack. I say pack because they immediately come off as a pack of wild dogs, ready to get their dinner. I choke down my spit and smile awkwardly, feeling my cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. What am I doing? I should leave right now. I’m a journalist, not some alpha-loving college girl.
    “That's okay. I love a woman with the mouth of a sailor,” he says. I feel the weight of his stare and it pushes me back into the pool table.
    “Is that what you are? A sailor?” I find myself asking. Fuck. Now that I've engaged the guy, I know there's no possibility of him ever leaving us alone.
    “We’re