Nashville SEAL: SEAL Brotherhood: Nashville SEALs (13 page)

Grabbing his guitar, he realized he hadn’t brought the rum and coke into the dressing room with him, and he’d been so busy, he’d forgotten to order one. The club body guard—a huge woman named Debbie who sported tats, and wore all black leather, with bright pink lipstick matching her two-inch long, scissor-like nails—barked her question that sounded more like an order.

“You ready, sugar?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She grinned from ear to ear and sauntered over to him, not minding a bit that her enormous tits rubbed against the bare skin on his chest. Her fake eyelashes were nearly an inch long.

“Look at you, cutie. You’re sweet as sugar. Man, I’d love to fuck your brains out. You game afterwards?”

In spite of himself, Jameson blushed.

She squealed with delight. “Ah, sugar, sugar, sugar, I want you to suck my pussy dry and then fuck me wet.”

“That’s very tempting, Debbie,” he said, hoping the panic in his voice didn’t show. “But I got a date,” he lied.

“I don’t mind. I’ll bet she has a nice little ass that we could both enjoy. Or she could watch, and I’d bet she’d be so hot she’d let you fuck her from here to the moon and back. You know like that sign they have in the expensive gift shops? ‘Love you to the moon and back?’ That kind of a fuck.”

She’d been a topless dancer in her younger years, one of those who was naturally well-endowed, and a Nashville favorite. Her string of nasty boyfriends had her taking self-defense, and when she couldn’t get a job working for the Nashville Police Department because of her past drug use, she took to being Reed’s enforcer, and sometimes mistress. But only if she was feeling generous. Reed practically had to beg her to go to bed with him, and he was walking behind the bar with a continual hard-on, Thomas told him.

She stood before him, poured into the size-twenty leather pants that showed every curve. “Laters, baby,” she said and blew him a kiss.

Jameson took in a big gulp of air, sort of grateful for the entertainment, which was a lot wilder in his dressing room than whatever was going to happen on stage tonight.

Thank God.

He heard his name being called out, and the crowd erupted into cheers, the likes of which he’d never heard before.

The band had started their warmup late, barely breaking a sweat by the time Jameson came out on stage and began playing.

He began the set with his American Patriot song that the crowds always loved and sang along to. He gave the front-row ladies winks and the chance to become stars, leaning over the stage to give them one shot with the microphone, their friends screaming in the background.

He launched into a three-set heartbreaking series, singing about cheaters, drunks, and girls who chose somebody else. He mopped his brow with a shirt someone had thrown him, and then decided to slow it down a bit.

“Okay, let’s have some fun. Who here has the most tattoos?”

Instantly, the SEALs stood, ripping off their shirts, displaying Celtic crosses, barbed wire rings, naked girls, skulls, and of course, the frog prints going up their forearms. Nobody else came close.

“Honestly, I think you guys are the winners. Why don’t you come up on stage? Or better yet, let’s have Kyle Lansdowne come up here and show off his tats. He can be the symbolic winner.”

Jameson happened to glance stage right and saw Debbie’s ample ass covered in hearts of all different sizes and colors, all with a man’s name written in script beneath them. And sure as shit, the bright red one on her left cheek read
Jameson
. She started to take her pants off when Kyle hopped up on stage, his eyes widening as saucers. “Holy shit,” Kyle said.

“You don’t know the half of it, Kyle. Unless you’ve got a month’s supply of penicillin, you don’t go near that,” he whispered in Kyle’s ear.

Kyle paraded like a body builder across the stage with whoops and hollers from the crowd, which was mostly made up of women.

Jameson played a few bars of
Miss America
, and Kyle flipped him the bird. Jameson then shook his finger at Debbie and pointed to her pants down around her ankles.

“Reed,” he purred breathlessly into the microphone. “I think Debbie’s ready for you right now, from the looks of it.”

The club owner dove over the bar and came running backstage as Debbie yanked on her leather pants, which were very stubborn. She, too, gave Jameson the finger.

“Thank you, Kyle. Ladies, give it up for one of America’s finest!”

Kyle hopped off the stage and returned to the rear with the other SEALs.

Jameson gripped the
microphone and gave them the warm buttery voice he knew the crowd would like. “I’m gonna sing a song I’ve never sung before, something I’ve recently written.” He turned around and nodded to the band.

“These guys haven’t even heard it. So it’s gonna just be me.”

He picked up his acoustic guitar and leaned into the stool with one leg straight and one knee bent, he balanced the guitar on his thigh. The melody was simple, but one of the sweetest ones he’d written, eliciting something deep inside him. He began to unburden his soul and let the words flow out of him.

You loved the spring in Carolina

With the dogwoods all in bloom.

I couldn’t pay the price of that small time life,

Second story, one room view.

He’d practiced some intricate fingering he was proud of. It made even Thomas stand up straight behind the bar, as he gave Jameson the thumbs up.

He scanned the audience, warmed by their rapt attention. He was ready for the second stanza, and as he leaned into the microphone, he noticed Lizzie walk in through the door.

He inhaled, but discovered he’d temporarily forgotten the words. Seeing Lizzie had taken his breath away. Her red dress was anything but demure, and she’d let her hair go back to blonde, just like he remembered her. She was the woman he’d loved all those years ago, and she was here again, after all that had happened between them.

“You know, folks, I liked those words so much, I’m thinking I should sing them for you again. How’d you like that?”

The crowd was into anything he was going to do on stage, and he thanked them for their support. Then he smiled at Lizzie, as if she was the only girl in the bar, and sang the words again, this time just to her.

You loved the spring in Carolina

With the dogwoods all in bloom.

I couldn’t pay the price of that small time life,

Second story, one room view.

His heart melted when he saw her discreetly wipe tears away with the backs of her hands. Her girlfriend pulled her to a table, and they sat. Though she was only one out of over a thousand people waiting to hear him sing, she was the only person he focused on.

He continued with his song until the last two stanzas.

And the words you said, still ring in my head

While I’m lost here in San Diego.

He stepped back from the microphone, and bowed his head. Nothing ever again would be as special as singing his song of love for Lizzie, in front of a room of mostly strangers. And nothing was sweeter than seeing her softly sobbing, her shoulders shaking, as she tried to stop, but couldn’t. She waved off her friend, who was shooting daggers at Jameson. But he didn’t care. It was one of those magical nights. He’d gotten to mess with his new LPO, the girl he loved with all his heart sitting in the distance, knowing how he felt about her; while the grunts and groans of Reed and Debbie’s lovemaking punctuated the air and had the band laughing so hard they could barely play. On a scale of one to ten, this was clearly a fifteen.

A perfect night, if only she’d let him touch her, he could right the axis of her soul, kiss her tenderly, and swear to her there wasn’t anyone else in the universe he’d rather be married to.

And he’d mean every word of it.

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L
izzie’s plans that
evening were to slip into the audience unnoticed, since she hadn’t thought out meeting Jameson again so publicly. They’d dressed at Kendra’s house, the girls playing in the background. Her friend took a look at her red dress and she whistled. “That’s a statement all right. You sure you know what you’re doing, Lizzie?”

“No,” she laughed. Her heart was light. Some of the heaviness had dissipated as the anticipation of seeing Jameson ‘made her think funny’ as Kendra so often described when seeing a handsome man. She told herself it was to see him play one more time, since he was, in all likelihood, not going to become a Nashville star as he’d originally wanted. He’d chosen a career in the Navy, instead.

Many of her friends who knew him were all abuzz with his plans to become a SEAL. And this was his first time back. He’d begged off interviews, frowned upon by the Navy, and even Thomas said he couldn’t get ahold of him. Lizzie still had his number in her phone, but never dared to call it, figuring he’d moved on, like she’d tried to.

The two girls were playing dress up again, something they did every time they were together. Lizzie knew that when the two became teenagers, their hangouts and shopping sprees would be legendary.

Their babysitter arrived, dropped off by her mother. Kendra waved to Mrs. Gunther just before the woman drove off.

“Mrs. Reeder, I need to ask you something,” Cissy said, as she set down a pile of textbooks.

“Sure. What?”

“After the girls are down, would it be okay if a couple of friends of mine come over? We have some studying we need to do for our World History class. They are both straight-A students. No drinking or anything you wouldn’t like. And we’ll be quiet, just studying.”

Kendra looked at Lizzie, who wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but gave her consent. As an afterthought, she asked, “These are girls, right? Not boys.”

“Well, actually, one is a boy, and one is his sister. Very quiet, respectful students. They’re exchange students at our school.”

That seemed to satisfy Kendra. “You okay with this?” she asked Lizzie.

“I’m not sure. Absolutely no drinking, no smoking, right? And only after the girls are down,” Lizzie instructed.

“Yes, ma’am,” she answered respectfully.

“You know these two well?” Kendra asked.

Cissy smiled, closing her eyes to emphasize her complete agreement. “Yes. Absolutely. They are like family to me.”

Lizzie kissed Charlotte good-bye and told her to mind the babysitter, and while the toddlers were distracted with something else, the two of them slipped out of the house.

After arriving at the club, Lizzie hiked up her bra and adjusted her front so nothing intimate was showing.

“I’d give anything to be able to show off a rack like that,” said Kendra. “Even breastfeeding I didn’t have tits like that.”

“And I nearly drowned Charlotte on milk several times,” Lizzie laughed. “I’m sure your talents lie elsewhere.”

Kendra shook her head and took the lead, opening the club door where the sounds of a crowd and live guitar playing filtered out into the night air. “I sure hope so.” Her friend pointed to the room with her thumb. “Here I thought I was going to have to put in my ear plugs and look an old unmarried spinster sister.”

Lizzie drew her back into the parking lot and touched her forearm. “Hey, it’s gonna happen for you. I mean, not in a place like this, but you’ll meet someone special who will make the long wait worthwhile. That’s what I’m counting on.”

It was what she told herself every day, but standing here, on the edges of the world Jameson inhabited, her heart beating like a kettledrum, she wasn’t so sure. Her choice of the red dress belied the whole theory that she just wanted to blend into the crowd, watch him sing, and then close the cover on that painful book forever.

Kendra sucked in her gut, gulped down a deep breath, and pulled back the door again. “Okay, let’s do this.”

“Let’s!” Lizzie shouted behind her.

He’d already begun the set, his long lanky form perched on the grey metal stool. He looked fitter than she’d remembered him, and she had no complaints before. His husky voice resonated in her chest just as if he’d been whispering to her. The rest of the room faded away as he glanced up and saw her.

He didn’t avert his gaze to keep from getting snagged by whatever non-verbal message she might have wanted to dish out. He perused her dress, licked his lips that had turned slightly up on the right, and gave her a half smile. She felt the warmth of his eyes from clear across the room.

He spoke something about singing the same words again, which she didn’t understand, until his intense gaze hooked her heart and she heard words that had been written for her. She was sure of it. He sang without hesitation, pouring himself out to her just as if they were alone.

She felt the hot tears, the months of stuffing down her emotions, her hopes and dreams and telling herself she was coping better each day, that she was nearly over him and soon he’d be a distant memory, just fade away. Her raw feelings for the man made her chest pound, her shallow breathing barely giving her enough energy to stand.

She wiped her face and continued to study him through watery eyes. Kendra pulled on her arm, motioning for them to sit down, and she followed along, grateful for her leadership. His warm gaze continued to cover every movement, as they sat. He continued to pour on the lovely words, making sure she understood how he felt about her, spearing her heart and leaving her quivering. Kendra leaned into her, and she brushed her off.