graced her lips. “Why the hell not? I’m single, remember? You made it clear you never wanted anything to do with me again.”
My chest tightened. She was taunting me. The thought of her, my girl, being screwed senseless by my friends made my palms sweat. She was mine—only mine. She’d lost her virginity to me, and I’d always found comfort knowing that no other man had ever touched her. Images flashed through my head, picturing another man kissing her, fucking her, making her come, her screaming out his name.
I swallowed hard and steadied my breath. “Stop, Mia. We both know damn well you were the one who fucked things up. Even if you were that much of a bitch and wanted to fuck me over more than you already have, none of them would touch another Team guy’s woman. Especially since you’re also Joaquín’s sister. I only got away with sleeping with you because we started dating before Joaquín and I became SEALs. And no matter what you think, in their eyes, you will always be mine.”
She cringed, and I noted the look of shame on her face. Had she cheated on me back then? I would never believe that. Like a wild animal, I was confident that I could’ve sensed another man’s scent on my woman. Even so, Mia was hiding something from me. There was more to her leaving me than being too young for a serious relationship. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a fucking clue what her secret was. She never even gave me the chance to fix it.
She leveled her gaze at me. “Yeah? Yet you are sure quick to abandon Joaquín at the first sign of trouble. So much for leaving no man behind. You know if the situation were reversed, Joaquín would do anything possible to set you free.”
Dammit, I shouldn’t have let her in the door. This was already too intense, too emotional. “It’s not that simple and you know it. I’m under orders not to talk to him. I don’t have a choice.”
“Can you tell me about the girl who died? Who invited her? Was Joaquín dating her?”
I clenched my teeth. Some people thought that since I was a SEAL I’d have a wicked temper, but I had complete control of my emotions at all times. That composure allowed me the mental strength to point a loaded gun at my enemy and still be able to make a conscious decision not to pull the trigger. I’d never raised my voice to Mia, ever. Even so, she knew when I was pissed off.
“What the fuck, Mia? Do you think you can just walk in here like you didn’t rip my heart out and I’m just going to comfort you and fix this mess? I already fucking told you there’s nothing I can do. And I don’t owe you anything.”
Her chin dipped to her chest, her shoulders slumping. “I know you don’t believe me, and I don’t expect you to, but I had to leave. I didn’t have a choice.”
I looked back at my bed, the rumpled covers. For a moment, I remembered watching Mia sleep in my bed, the way she always curled up in a ball, with Hero at her feet. I never told her, but she used to talk in her sleep, sometimes even said my name. “There’s always a choice. We aren’t in this together. My world started and stopped with you. All my friends told me that we wouldn’t work, that we didn’t have a chance because we were so young and because of my job, but I told them you were different. That you would have my back no matter what.”
Her voice cracked. “For what it’s worth, I’ve never even looked at another guy. I want you to know that.”
My eyes bore into her. “That’s supposed to make it better? That I’m the only man you’ve ever been with, but you still don’t want to be with me? Well, I wish I could say it were that easy for me. Since you left, I’ve fucked a bunch of girls, trying to get you out of my head.” But she was still fucking there every night when I closed my eyes. I prayed her face would soon fade from my mind.
Her mouth tightened. She wasn’t stupid—she had to know from her brother that I’d been with women since her. But she
My chest tightened. She was taunting me. The thought of her, my girl, being screwed senseless by my friends made my palms sweat. She was mine—only mine. She’d lost her virginity to me, and I’d always found comfort knowing that no other man had ever touched her. Images flashed through my head, picturing another man kissing her, fucking her, making her come, her screaming out his name.
I swallowed hard and steadied my breath. “Stop, Mia. We both know damn well you were the one who fucked things up. Even if you were that much of a bitch and wanted to fuck me over more than you already have, none of them would touch another Team guy’s woman. Especially since you’re also Joaquín’s sister. I only got away with sleeping with you because we started dating before Joaquín and I became SEALs. And no matter what you think, in their eyes, you will always be mine.”
She cringed, and I noted the look of shame on her face. Had she cheated on me back then? I would never believe that. Like a wild animal, I was confident that I could’ve sensed another man’s scent on my woman. Even so, Mia was hiding something from me. There was more to her leaving me than being too young for a serious relationship. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a fucking clue what her secret was. She never even gave me the chance to fix it.
She leveled her gaze at me. “Yeah? Yet you are sure quick to abandon Joaquín at the first sign of trouble. So much for leaving no man behind. You know if the situation were reversed, Joaquín would do anything possible to set you free.”
Dammit, I shouldn’t have let her in the door. This was already too intense, too emotional. “It’s not that simple and you know it. I’m under orders not to talk to him. I don’t have a choice.”
“Can you tell me about the girl who died? Who invited her? Was Joaquín dating her?”
I clenched my teeth. Some people thought that since I was a SEAL I’d have a wicked temper, but I had complete control of my emotions at all times. That composure allowed me the mental strength to point a loaded gun at my enemy and still be able to make a conscious decision not to pull the trigger. I’d never raised my voice to Mia, ever. Even so, she knew when I was pissed off.
“What the fuck, Mia? Do you think you can just walk in here like you didn’t rip my heart out and I’m just going to comfort you and fix this mess? I already fucking told you there’s nothing I can do. And I don’t owe you anything.”
Her chin dipped to her chest, her shoulders slumping. “I know you don’t believe me, and I don’t expect you to, but I had to leave. I didn’t have a choice.”
I looked back at my bed, the rumpled covers. For a moment, I remembered watching Mia sleep in my bed, the way she always curled up in a ball, with Hero at her feet. I never told her, but she used to talk in her sleep, sometimes even said my name. “There’s always a choice. We aren’t in this together. My world started and stopped with you. All my friends told me that we wouldn’t work, that we didn’t have a chance because we were so young and because of my job, but I told them you were different. That you would have my back no matter what.”
Her voice cracked. “For what it’s worth, I’ve never even looked at another guy. I want you to know that.”
My eyes bore into her. “That’s supposed to make it better? That I’m the only man you’ve ever been with, but you still don’t want to be with me? Well, I wish I could say it were that easy for me. Since you left, I’ve fucked a bunch of girls, trying to get you out of my head.” But she was still fucking there every night when I closed my eyes. I prayed her face would soon fade from my mind.
Her mouth tightened. She wasn’t stupid—she had to know from her brother that I’d been with women since her. But she
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