Delta Recon (SEAL Team Phantom Series, Book 2) (23 page)

“I rented a car at the airport. How about I meet you there?” Traci offered.

“Mo and I’ll ride with you. Won’t we, Mo?” Nettie nudged her sister who nodded in agreement.

The ride to the restaurant was filled with more hilarity than she’d have thought as Tay and his fellow SEALs joked and laughed. Trepidation filled her at the news she had to break to Mo, but with Tay’s arm around her, she leaned into him and let his strength bolster her. She wanted her cousins to have what she did.

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M
o wondered how long she had to pretend to be happy. Not that she wasn’t genuinely happy for her cousin. Jaqui, next to Nettie was her best friend, then came the wild child Traci. She smiled as the crazy bitch cussed out another driver on the road, glad she was in the backseat and could close her eyes.

“Mo, tell this hooker that she can’t just cut someone off and then give them the bird like it was their fault,” Nettie yelled.

Traci laughed. “Clearly, I just did.”

“She obviously proved she could and done did it. Besides we’re here.” Mo watched in horror as Traci whipped the sporty little car into a spot that was just vacated, even though another car was clearly already waiting for it.

“I am so not getting out. That car is probably waiting to yell at us, or Bertha is already out and gonna give us a beat down.” Nettie put her head in her hands.

“Why does she have to be Bertha?” Traci asked with her hand on the door handle.

“You know everyone in prison has names like Big Bertha or something.”

Mo looked up at the ceiling, praying for some divine intervention.

“Your sister needs meds, Mo.”

“Hey, you’re the one who spends more time with her than me.” Mo pointed out.

Traci seemed to ponder that for a moment. “True that. However, she did not come from my side of the family.”

“Hello, I’m right here.” Nettie jerked the door open. “And for your information, beotches, I am the only stable one in the car.”

“Newsflash, you are not in the car,” Traci hollered back.

Mo rubbed her temples. “Lord save me.”

“Sugar, there ain’t no saving you. She’s your sister.”

“I will so throat punch you, Traci Jones.” Mo didn’t wait to hear another snarky comment, figuring her sister might already need backup.

Luckily, the vehicle with Jaqui and the others pulled up, making the angry guy drive off without incident. Nettie put herself between Mo and Traci, and began singing, loudly. Her cheerful attitude contagious.

“You are such a goof,” Mo swore, jogging across the parking lot with her arm threaded through one of Nettie’s.

“I know you are but what am I?” Nettie laughed.

“You’re both goofs, which is why I love you.” Jaqui hugged Mo and then Nettie. “Traci, how do you put up with them?”

Traci shrugged. “I own a bar called the Naughty Girls.”

When they waited for her to elaborate, Nettie snorted. “Picture Coyote Ugly on steroids. The Naughty Girls is the best place to go and get your drink on, your dance on, and you can get up on the bar and karaoke. It’s the bomb.”

“Please tell me you don’t let these two sing there?” Tay asked.

Mo glared. “Hey, I’ll have you know we are fabulous. However, I have only been there a few times since I live here.”

Nettie put one hand on her hip, the other she pointed at Tay. “I am a local celebrity there. Shep said he knew the first time he saw me on the bar, I was the girl for him.”

A look flashed across Traci’s features that had her wanting to ask what was up, but the other woman shook her head.

“Hey, Mo, will you go to the ladies room with me?” Jaqui asked as they entered the restaurant and were told they would be seated in a few minutes.

Sighing, she walked alongside Jaqui. She’d grown up with money. Her dad and Jaqui’s were best friends and business partners, but her grandparents were mega rich. They didn’t flaunt their money, and most didn’t realize it.

Jaqui waited until they made sure the bathroom was empty, then she turned to Mo. Before she could open her mouth, Mo held up her hand. “I think I know what you’re going to say.”

Her cousin shook her head. “I don’t know how to even say this.”

“Why don’t you just say it and then we’ll go from there.” Mo took a deep breath.

“Are you in love with Alan Mancini?”

She laughed, unable to stop herself. “I figured that’s what this was about. Damn nosey men.” She paced away from Jaqui. “Alan and I have been friends for years. I’m assuming someone told you about his sexual preference?” At Jaqui’s nod, she continued. “He’s Italian, and therefore his parents expect him to be a certain way. Since I don’t need his money, and I am not in love with anyone right now, it worked for us to let everyone think we were together.”

Jaqui blew out a breath. “Thank fuck.”

Mo hugged her. “You really do have the mouth of a sailor.”

Together they walked back out to find their group waiting. She noticed the one named Sully staring at Traci, but typically her sister’s best friend was oblivious.

“I’m starved,” Jaqui said, cuddling into Tay’s side.

“Everything okay with you?” His eyes went from Jaqui to Mo.

Mo nodded. “Everything is fine, Tay.”

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T
ay loved his friends, but he couldn’t wait to get his new wife alone. She looked stunning in the strapless white dress that molded to her curves. He was pleased she’d chosen white, knowing he was her first and would be her last lover, she definitely deserved to wear any color she wanted. The glow on her face as she’d walked toward him had his cock hard as stone. It took all his effort not to hurry the minister along, then whisk her away to the closest private area and have his way with her. He could picture himself lifting the gown up to her waist, and taking her from behind, hard and deep, but he’d consoled himself with thoughts of taking his time later.

Later was hours instead of the twenty he’d promised his poor abused dick. She was smiling as he strode down the corridor to the honeymoon suite at Caesars with her in his arms.

“People stared at us.” She didn’t sound upset.

He didn’t care. “They were jealous cause I was carrying the most gorgeous woman in my arms, and she’s my wife.”

She laughed softly, then moaned when he kissed her. His fingers itched to delve beneath the dress she had on and discover what she had on underneath. “Are you wet?”

“Ssh, people might hear you.”

He bit the lobe of her ear. “We’re the only ones in the hall, sunshine.”

Letting her slide down his body, startled a gasp from her that made him smile. “I bet you are, or will be once I make you come a time or two.”

She made a small sound of protest as he stepped away to open the door. “Come here.” He scooped her back into his arms, carrying her over the threshold.

“You truly are my very own Richard Gere, only better.” She trailed the backs of her fingers along his jaw.

“I’m so glad you think so. Now, how about I show you how much I love you.”

Inside the huge suite, they bypassed everything and headed straight for the bedroom. “We’ll explore the amenities after,” he told her.

Jaqui nodded. “I can’t wait.”

Tay couldn’t either. He wanted to undress her and watch her unravel for him. He wanted to feel her pussy surround his cock for the first time as his wife, and watch her face as they both fell apart together.

He found the hidden zipper on the side of the gown, and lowered it. Slowly, he eased it down. Breathing almost became impossible as he found what was beneath. A powder blue strapless corset, and the tiniest pair of matching panties he’d ever seen, graced her tanned body. He nearly swallowed his tongue when he realized she’d had a garter belt on the entire afternoon.

“I do believe you’re supposed to take this off.” She pointed to the white elastic around her upper thigh.

His mouth watered. Tay tossed his jacket off. The tie and shirt followed, sailing somewhere behind him. Down to the white dress slacks and shoes, he kicked the matching shoes off, then knelt at her feet. “I think I have died and gone to heaven.”

Her glazed look let him know she enjoyed looking at him, too. She licked her lips, and he swore he’d have them wrapped around his cock before the night was through. But first, he needed to get her naked.

He smoothed his hands up her legs, starting at her ankles all the way up to her thighs, then he took the same path with his lips. By the time he reached the crease between her thighs, he’d forgotten about the garter. Pulling the bit of fabric down, he helped her step out of it, and added the small thing to the pile. He returned to the vision in front of him, and used his thumbs to spread her pussy open for him to see how wet she was. “You’re pretty everywhere.” Tay began stroking her from clit to her opening, slow and soft, using his thumbs he pressed them both inside her, making her cry out.

He looked up her body, watching as she shook under his assault, loving her response to his every lick, suck, and nibble. Every intimate kiss brought her closer to orgasm. With her hands holding his head against her, her legs spread apart, she rocked her hips back and forth and rode his face and fingers taking what he gave her.

Finally, when he didn’t think he could stand it anymore, he felt the first flutter of sensation around his thumbs. “That’s it. Give it to me. Come for me. From now on, all your orgasms belong to me.” As soon as her body quit shaking he stood and shucked his pants and briefs, then looking at the corset, he made a motion for her to turn around.

“It’s a bra on steroids,” she laughed over her shoulder.

Tay unfastened the hooks, then massaged his hands over her ribs. “This didn’t hurt you, did it?”

“See, you are the best. To answer your question, no. I’m fine, truly. Now, make love to me.” She climbed up on the bed on all fours.

Knowing he wasn’t going to last, he grabbed her by the ankle, and flipped her onto her back. “If you keep shaking that ass at me, I’m going to spank it.” He fit his cock to the entrance to his own piece of heaven, then held both her hands in one of his above her head, and pushed inside in one hard thrust. She cried out at the same time as he groaned. She was made for him and literally stole his heart along with the breath from his lungs.

Her thighs gripped his hips, encouraging him to move. With her beautiful breasts on display below him, and her pussy holding him tightly, he began to thrust. She met him, grinding her pussy hard against his pelvis wanting that added friction, which he gladly gave.

He was in sensory over fucking load. Slanting his mouth over hers, welcoming her tongue into his mouth, he sucked on it and groaned low when she sucked his into hers. He didn’t think he could ever get deep enough or close enough, but he’d work for the rest of his life to try.

Lust, desire, need, and love all coiled tighter inside Tay, finally sending him over the edge at the same time he felt Jaqui’s pussy gripping him tightly, squeezing every ounce of come he had to give until he had none left, and still the pleasure went on.

Jaqui stared up at him, owning him, body and soul. “Love you so much. To the moon and back,” Tay said and rolled so he wouldn’t collapse on top of her.

Breathless, she entwined her thigh between his. “Love you more.”

He stroked his hand down her back, but didn’t think anyone could love someone as much as he loved the woman in his arms.

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N
ettie sat at Naughty Girls and pounded on the bar. “Give me another one.” She held the empty shot glass up.

Traci filled the glass with another shot of tequila. “Girl, I’m not holding your hair.”

She rolled her eyes, and tossed the shot back, no longer feeling the burn. “Men suck. I mean like big hairy donkey balls. I think I’m going to switch to the other team.” She covered her mouth when she burped.

Her best friend’s eyes widened. “Don’t look at me, girl. I ain’t going downtown to lady-town on nobody. Nope. I mean you’re gorgeous, but I like men. Big strong men with big dicks.” Traci held her hands apart, indicating the size she liked.

Several men seated around groaned.

“Come on Traci, that is not even natural,” a cowboy said.

Traci shrugged. “Well, I’m just sayin. I can teach a cowboy with a big bull how to ride, but if he’s got a small you know what...well, I just can’t. The answer is no. I like big dicks and I cannot lie. You know the song, ladies.”

Nettie sat up as the song in question began playing, a smile forming on her face. She and Traci both went to opposite ends of the long wooden bar, climbing up the stairs and grabbing a microphone one of the ladies behind the bar gave each of them. Nettie was pretty sure she was too drunk to maneuver so far off the ground, not to mention she was in a skirt that was too short, and any man seated on a barstool would get an eyeful. However, she’d had just enough to drink, her give a damn had done gone.

She’d just started on the chorus, when a familiar figure walked in. Shep Calhoun, the dirty, rotten, cheating bastard. Nettie ignored him and shuffled across the polished surface, dancing and singing, pretending like he didn’t matter. Traci began bumping hips with her, mixing the words up with liking big cocks instead of butts, and then she heard her name being called.

Pretending she didn’t hear him, Nettie turned her back to the room. The mirrored wall gave her a perfect view, defeating the purpose. Just when the song was about to end, the door opened, and a man walked in with two other men. Her mouth dried as she made eye contact with the first who entered. Good god, she didn’t think she’d ever seen a man as handsome as the ones she’d met at Jaqui’s wedding, even though she thought Shep was close, this man was right up there with them.

She watched his eyes narrow, then felt herself being pulled down. Fear had a scream ripping from her throat. Traci’s yell was drowned out by the sound of her own heart beating double time, and then she was falling over Shep’s shoulder.

“Put me down you fucker.” She hit his back, looking around for someone to help her. Everyone there was scared of crossing the Calhoun’s.