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

SEAL’s,” he says, displaying his tags proudly.
    I shrug, knowing full well how rude I'm coming off. “So like, you were in the army?” I ask him, trying not to laugh. The whole tough guy army thing just wasn't my bag. Plus, he’s standing awkwardly close. His persistence wasn't cute or charming. If anything, it was kind of annoying.
    “No, we’re SEAL’s,” he repeats, like I’m slow, not understanding that it means absolutely nothing to me.
    His friend, sensing they weren't getting any closer to getting our numbers, jumped in. “What're you two lovely ladies up to tonight?” I couldn't help but notice the silver ring around his finger. What assholes. The guy has a wife and he's trying to get laid? This was exactly why I stayed away from men like them. Misogynists…
    “This lovely lady has an assignment due at eight A.M. tomorrow morning,” I say, sliding to the left of the guy.
    Just when I think I'm good to escape, my stupid sister has to jump in and ruin everything. “ That lovely lady is a lying little bi-atch. We’re both free. What kind of trouble are you SEALs getting into tonight?”
    Fuck, fuck, fuck! There she goes again, running her mouth and putting me in awkward situations. And, shit! She has another beer in her hand. What the hell? Well, this night should prove interesting. That, or completely disastrous. I suppose I should be a little more careful when I wish for my life to go up in flames.
    Of course, that's when he puts a hand around my waist and changes everything.
    “Beautiful, if you want us to leave you alone, just say the word,” he says at almost a whisper. Strangely, I don't say a thing back.

Colt
    W hat do I expect from a gal like her? To throw her arms around me and tell me she loves me? Hell no . I expect a challenge, a real rough ride. And when she finally does say yes, I'll show her the night of her life.
    My hand’s around her waist, confidence surging through my bones, and I'm waiting on her next move.
    “I didn't say I wanted you to leave us alone,” she whispers, voice cracking. She swallows hard and I can't help but think about what else she’ll swallow before the night is over, if I have my way.
    “You weren't exactly friendly either,” I say, keeping my eyes on her. Fuck, I don't want to look away. Her tits are perfect, like they're practically calling my name. I imagine tearing her shirt off with my teeth, falling to my knees and wrapping my warm mouth around her soaking wet pussy. I want to eat her like my life fucking depends on it. I need this so bad, and she has no idea what I'm willing to do to get it.
    To my knees… That's when it hits me. There’s a reason why I don't go out anymore. There's a reason why I haven't had pussy in months. My fucking leg. The one that was taken from me. If she saw the prosthetic, she would think I was a freak. Everyone already did. No one cared about what I did over there. If anything, they held me in contempt. I was starting to think I should head back to the woods and drink alone.
    “It's not my job to be friendly. I came here to get a drink with my sister, not to get hit on by a pair of adulterous men.” She practically spits the words at my face and pushes my hand off her waist. Next thing I know, she shoves me with her palm.
    “Whoa, there,” I say with a slight smile because the way she shoves me actually turns me on. I can feel my cock twitch and I'm feeling primal, like some kind of wild animal. It takes everything out of me not to have her right then and there.
    “Like I said, you want us to leave, just say the word. But a fine woman like you deserves to be spoken to,” I say, looking down at the edges of that denim skirt she's wearing. It's calling me. No, begging me to run my fingers across her soft skin.
    “I shouldn't need to tell you I want you to leave,” she says, her eyes on fire. The skin on her neck and collarbone is tight and all I want to do is run my lips gently across it. I had a feeling it