SEALs of Summer 2: A Military Romance Superbundle (99 page)

She took off before he could answer, and reluctance lodged in his chest as he followed her back to the group. Goddamn it. He didn’t want this. Didn’t want to watch her flirt with Duke. Didn’t want her to flirt with anyone but
him
.

The caveman response only pissed him off further, because it really wasn’t fair to lead Jill on. If another man could give her what she needed, who the hell was he to interfere?

They reached the table just in time to catch the tail end of Max’s remark. “Burning house, definitely,” the blond man was saying. “I’d rather go up in flames while I’m coming. In the shark scenario, there’s a chance one of those fuckers might jump on the boat and bite my dingdong off.”

The other men dissolved in laughter, while the blonde next to Max nodded in approval. “Good choice,” she told him, snuggling closer. “I’m a big fan of your dingdong. Wouldn’t want to see it get mangled.”

To Shane’s dismay, Jill flopped down next to Duke and raised a curious eyebrow. “Do I even want to know what you guys are talking about?”

“It’s just this game we play,” Hunter explained. “Sort of like
Would You Rather
.”

“What’s it called?” she asked.

Duke spoke up helpfully. “
Would You Rather Fuck.
”

She released a melodic laugh that made Shane’s entire body ache. Christ, he loved her laugh. But hearing it directed at Duke triggered a rush of resentment. Was she really considering hooking up with the guy?

From the looks of it, yes. She was sitting so close to Duke that their thighs were touching. And then she leaned even closer, her lips curved in a sexy smile as she said, “Okay, play another round. I want to see how it’s done.”

Shane sank into the empty chair on the other side of the table, next to Max and right across from Jill.

“It’s Lancelot’s turn,” Duke told her. “And LT answered last, so he gets to be the scenario person. Yo, dude, head in the game.”

Lancelot, who’d been locking lips with the girl in his lap, lifted his head with a wink. “Hit me,” he said.

Max mulled it over for a moment. “Okay…would you rather fuck…in the middle of a prison yard—you’d be doing a hot female guard, but expect to be anally invaded by at least one of the inmates after you’re done. Maybe two.”

Lancelot’s date gasped. The others at the table just snickered.

“
Or
…on the dining room table during Thanksgiving dinner—in front of your whole family. That includes your parents and sweet old Nana Wright.”

“Shit,” Hunter blurted out. “That’s a tough one.”

“Are you serious? Easy peasy,” Lancelot drawled. “Thanksgiving dinner, no question.”

Jill laughed again, and the sound went straight to Shane’s cock. He’d successfully avoided temptation in San Diego, and now it was back and stronger than ever. Lord, he could even smell her from across the table, that amazing orange-blossom scent that had suffused his bloodstream two weeks ago.

“Really?” Duke demanded. “You’d traumatize your family like that? Harsh, brother.”

“Yeah, justify that one,” Max ordered.

“My family would be traumatized, but they’d get over it eventually. My butt, on the other hand? It’d never recover.” Lancelot’s expression filled with horror. “Have you
seen
some of those dudes in prison? They’re huge mofos! They’d tear me apart.”

Duke turned to Jill and said, “That’s how it’s played.”

“Oh, and if someone comes up with a scenario that you’ve actually done?” Hunter chimed in. “Means you pay for everyone’s drinks.”

Jill looked fascinated. “You’re telling me you guys have actually done some of those crazy scenarios?”

“You’d be surprised.” Hunter let out a glum breath. “Someone threw an elevator curveball at me last year and I was out four hundred bucks.”

“Elevator sex isn’t that crazy,” Jill pointed out, and damned if that didn’t get Shane hard all over again.

Max chortled. “It is when there’s someone else in the elevator with you.”

Her jaw fell open as she turned to Hunter.
“Really?”

“The guy was plastered,” Hunter protested. “He had no idea what was happening behind him.”

The sound of microphone feedback screeched in the air, and everyone glanced to the stage, where the band was ready to start the second half of their set. They’d been playing fast-paced songs all night, tunes the boys could chant and stomp their feet to, but to Shane’s chagrin, the band kicked off the new set with a rock ballad. Guns N’ Roses.

Shane’s shoulders went rigid as he saw Duke whisper something to Jill. He couldn’t hear them over the music, but Jill nodded in reply, and then she and Duke rose from their seats.

Son of a bitch.

She was going to
dance
with the guy?

Shane’s jaw tensed as the two of them headed for the makeshift dance floor in front of the stage. When he turned back, he noticed Hunter watching him with a knowing smile.

“He’s doing it to fuck with you, Senior. You know that, right?”

Shane scowled at the younger man. “Donovan’s not that calculated. He thinks with his dick, always has.”

“Yeah, but he lives by a code. Duke would never go after a teammate’s girl.”

“She’s not my girl,” he answered through clenched teeth.

“But you want her to be.” Hunter smirked. “And she wants it, too.”

Max tossed in his unwanted two cents. “Oh yeah, she definitely wants it, Senior. You should’ve seen the disappointment on her face when she showed up and thought you weren’t here.”

Hearing that induced a rush of guilt. Fuck. He knew damn well that Jill had come here for him, and instead of welcoming her tonight, he’d announced to everyone that she wasn’t his girlfriend, and then reiterated just how
not
interested he was.

His gaze strayed to the dance floor again, where Duke had wasted no time pulling Jill into his arms. The younger man’s hands rested on her lower back in a possessive grip, and when Jill wrapped her arms around Duke’s neck, Shane’s chest went taut with displeasure. Donovan was a good-looking guy, no denying that. Shane had seen countless women throw themselves at the soldier.

Clearly Jill was no exception.

“He wouldn’t shut up about it after she called,” Hunter added meaningfully. “He was thrilled when he thought you were back in the game.”

Tension continued to wreak havoc on Shane’s body. “My love life is not a game,” he said curtly.

“No, but…” Max spoke in a careful tone. “We know how hard it’s been for you since, um, Alana died.”

His heart clenched as if an electric current had run through it. All of his teammates had met his wife at one time or another, but he and Alana hadn’t spent much time with the team, and the men rarely brought up her name these days. He’d thought he’d done a decent job hiding the soul-crushing anguish he’d been plagued with since her death, but evidently the boys were more intuitive than he gave them credit for.

“Look, we know you’ve been with other chicks,” Hunter said. “I mean, we’ve seen you leave this bar with a bunch of them. But this one is different.” He glanced at the dancing couple. “She doesn’t seem like the usual navy groupie.”

Shane nodded. “She’s not.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Hunter shrugged. “But don’t get pissed at Duke. He’s worried about you. We all are.”

Yeah? Because Donovan didn’t look the slightest bit worried at the moment. He was too busy grinding up against Jill’s delectable body, and his hands were taking too many liberties for Shane’s liking. When they drifted lower, right over the sexy curve of her ass, Shane’s shoulders went full-blown Robocop on him and his own hands curled into tight fists.

Next to him, Max chuckled. “If you keep looking at them like that, the cops might show up and arrest you for eye-murder.”

Shane relaxed his fists and reached for his beer. He took a quick sip, but the alcohol did nothing to relieve the tension.

“It’s obvious you like her, Senior,” Hunter said with a grin. “You should go and cut in.”

And what, press up against Jill’s curves? Feel the warmth of her body searing through his clothes? Christ. He wouldn’t last a second. He’d throw her over his shoulder and take her straight to bed.

“Come on, Senior,” Max cajoled. “You know you want to.”

Fucking hell. He knew the boys cared about him, but the last thing he needed was them poking their noses into his sex life. He was happy with the rules he’d set for himself. No strings, no attachments, no broken hearts.

But…goddamn it, how was the song
still
going on? Fucking G N’ R and their ten-minute-long tracks. And Jill and Duke were laughing now, their faces close together, lips nearly touching.

The sight unleashed a possessive urge that had him shooting to his feet.

Max and Hunter chuckled.

He ignored them. His surroundings had dissolved. His entire universe had been reduced to one thing. Jill. And Duke. And Duke’s motherfucking hands stroking the top of Jill’s ass.

Shane reached the couple’s side before he knew it. “I’m cutting in,” he snapped. “Beat it, Donovan.”

“Yes, sir.”

The other man darted off like his ass was on fire, but not before Shane glimpsed the victorious gleam in his eyes. Son of a bitch. Hunter had been right. Duke had done this for the sole purpose of spurring Shane to action he’d desperately wanted to avoid.

“What are you doing?” Jill wrinkled her forehead at his sudden appearance.

“Dancing with you.” He swiftly stepped in and took Duke’s place, roughly planting his hands on her hips.

She froze for a moment, then relaxed and placed her hands on his shoulders, but wariness continued to flit through her expression. The song changed abruptly, the singer now belting out a rock anthem that had the whole bar singing along, but Shane didn’t alter the pace. He kept it slow, his lower body brushing Jill’s as they moved together.

“I don’t understand you at all,” she murmured. “What, you got jealous and suddenly you want me again?”

“I never stopped wanting you, sweetheart.”

She studied his face. “No?”

“God, no.” He brought his head close to her ear, cursing himself for what he was about to say, yet unable to stop the words from tumbling out. “One night.”

She peered up at him, the crease in her forehead deepening. “What?”

He exhaled slowly. “If you still want me, and if you’re willing to forgive me for being such an ass, then come home with me tonight. But it’ll only be one night, Jill. I can’t offer you anything more than that.”

Indignation pinched her lips. “Gee, I’m so honored that you’d even
consider
bestowing such a magical gift on me. One night with Shane Heron.” Sarcasm oozed from her tone. “Oh my gosh. I feel like I’ve just been handed the Holy Grail.”

Her hands dropped from his shoulders, but he tightened his grip on her waist, refusing to let her storm off. “It’s all I’m capable of giving, okay? I want you so fucking bad I can’t think straight, but I know myself. I know what I want, what I’m cut out for, and it’s not a relationship. Not a serious one or a casual one or anything that lasts more than a night.” He shook his head in frustration. “If you can live with that, then let’s get out of here right now. We’ll go back to my place, rip each other’s clothes off, and rock each other’s worlds all night long.”

The anger she’d displayed a moment ago vanished as she went silent. He could see her brain working to absorb what he’d said. He could see her vacillating as she chewed on her bottom lip.

Shane waited. He didn’t want to push her, but he couldn’t stop himself from grazing a light caress over her tailbone. Fuck, he wanted to touch more than her back. He wanted her naked and writhing beneath him. Wanted to run his hands over every inch of her soft, curvy body.

Her eyes widened slightly, and he knew she could see the raw, uncurbed desire etched into his face.

“Okay.” She took a breath, then spoke again, her voice low and throaty. “I think I can live with that.”

‡

J
ust like the
last time she’d been in a car with Shane, the ever-present discomfort Jill usually felt in a vehicle was muffled by the sexual excitement pulsing in her veins. They’d left the bar immediately after the dance, but neither of them said much during the drive. She was too turned on to talk, and too busy second-guessing her easy acceptance of Shane’s ground rules.

One night. He’d been so damn adamant about it, and a part of her was insulted that he was so certain he’d never want to see her again after tonight. But she’d agreed because…well, because she wanted him, damn it. She’d wanted him from the moment they’d met, and if she only got to have him for one night, then fine, she supposed she
could
live with that.

It was a five-minute drive from the bar to Shane’s house, a modest detached home in the military housing area near the naval base. Jill stared at the house’s neat front lawn and pale blue shutters, surprised by how homey it looked.

Shane killed the engine and slipped out of the car without a word, rounding the SUV to open her door for her. Which was ridiculously sweet of him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been in the company of a man who knew the meaning of chivalry.