Two Weeks With a SEAL (The Wakefield Romance Series) (10 page)

As we made our way back
by flashlight, the sounds of music echoed through the woods. It was a fast
paced, Spanish little number, Rosa shaking her hips and stopping us to dance
fast circles around Kendall and I, making us laugh, "That's my husband for
ya, he's tryin' to lighten the mood." Our pace quickened, eventually
turning into a full out run as we chased one another through the last few
yards, past the little tool shed, panting and laughing up the stairs, the living
room revealing all of the men and two dogs, gathered around a small table,
poker chips and beers all around. "Oh we see how it is," Rosa laughs,
trying to act mad as she strips off her jacket, "while the cats are away
the mice," she wiggles her fingers at us, "will play."

"Did you just refer
to us as 'Pussy'," Kendall laughed, giving me a weird look, the laugh
passing through me and Rosa as we stumbled into the kitchen, tossing our boots
and gloves off to the side, not caring right now where they landed. "Is
there a TV in your room Ray," Kendall asked as she got three glasses from
the cabinet, filling each with ice.

"Yeah, why," I
ask, grabbing Pepsi from the fridge.

Setting the glasses
down, she goes to her purse on the table, pulling out a single see-thru blue DVD
case, waving it around in front of my face. "I've got a movie for us to
watch."

"Oh no," I
say, knowing exactly what kind of movie she meant. Kendall had the pension to
watch Chip-an-dale dancer type soft core porn when she was in a lame mood, me
being subjected to it more than once. It wasn't anything that I hadn't seen
before and her justification for it was that guys got together and watched porn
when they were bored and drinking, why couldn't we? She gives me a pouty face,
holding the DVD out to me as she picked the glasses up off the counter, Rosa
inquiring what the movie was.

"Tasteful
porn," Kendall whispered to her, Rosa's eyes going wide, pouring Jack into
my glass.

I could see the thought
of it rolling around in her head as she poured Rum in her own and Kendall's
glasses, taking a long sip of hers she finally replied, "Okay, I'm
in."
What?
Had I just been knocked into a parallel universe or
something? Was this a zombie apocalypse and someone forgot to inform me? I let
out a frustrated sound, Rosa giving me the same pouty look as Kendall,
"Come on, the boys have their poker, let's just be silly and get
drunk." She shook my shoulders like I was sleeping, rattling my brain to
the point where I grabbed her arms, staying the motion.

Throwing my hands up,
sloshing the whiskey around in my glass, "Okay, okay," I give in,
both of them quietly squealing. Grabbing the cans of Pepsi I follow Rosa and
Kendall back through the living room.

Chad swats me on the
butt as I pass him, "What are you girls going to do," he asks as Rosa
steps onto the stairs, a sly smile crossing Kendall's lips.

"I," she
smiles, throwing her hands around both mine and Rosa's shoulders, "am
going upstairs to defile your girlfriend," she points at Chad over my
shoulder, "and your wife," she points at Reno over Rosa's shoulder,
"and there is no peeping." Rosa and I both playfully put our hands
over our gasping mouths and I swat Kendall's butt as we go up the stairs.

At the top of the
landing we hear both Chad and Reno yell, "Sit down Timmons," making
giggles roll out of the three of us. Settling in on mine and Chad's bed, the
three of us sit back and laugh through the corny opening credits where a pool
boy strips down to his thong, not knowing that the woman of the house is
watching him.

We drink copious amounts
of liquor, getting loud and rowdy around the fourth movie that we watched. At
one point Rosa sat up yelling that there was no way that man's penis was that
size, Kendall laughing that of course it was real, causing Rosa to retort with
'You wanna see a big penis, RENO get up here and show these girls your penis',
causing all of the guys to come up the stairs, gathering around the bed to see
what we were watching.

"Not real,"
Austin French said and I could have sworn he puffed his chest out a little.

"Oh yeah," I
say, the whiskey flowing through my veins, "are you saying yours is
better?" It got a resounding 'oohhhhh' from the guys and giggles from Rosa
and Kendall, Austin's face turning a little red as I eyed him up.

"Alright I think
our night is over," Reno interjected, getting a screaming 'no' from
Kendall and Rosa, Kendall jumping up off the bed, shooing the men out of the
room.

"You're ruining our
fun," she slurred, slamming the door shut in Reno's face, sliding the lock
down and turning to us with a triumphant middle finger held in the air.

"You're a crazy
bitch," Rosa says, laughing as Kendall jumps on the bed.

"But she fucks so
good I'm on top of it," I drunkenly quote the Buckcherry song making
Kendall squeal, "Yeah!!!" She fumbles with her IPhone, her eyes
squinting at the screen, taking three tries to plug it into the speaker dock
that Chad had brought with us. Ten seconds later Buckcherry's "Crazy
Bitch" was blaring in the room, the three of us jumping up and dancing
like crazy around the room, grinding with each other ignoring the pounding and
yelling coming to the door. Rosa slides the lock up and comes back to Kendall
and I, Chad, Reno and Timmons spilling in the room, their eyes and mouths wide
at the scene. We were wasted, somehow half naked, grinding on each other with
porn on the TV and a song about dirty sex playing on the radio. Yup, it was a
jaw dropper.

The song ended with the
three of us flopping down on the mattress, Kendall looking around her saying,
"How did my pants come off?"

"I have no fuckin'
idea," I slur out, noticing that my long sleeve shirt and pants are
missing, leaving me in lace panties, a thin tank, knee socks and a demi-cut
push up bra.
Whoops
. Looking over to Rosa, she had no shirt, her lace cami
barely hiding her breasts, her pants un-buttoned, and she was pretty much
passed out, her eyes closed and her mouth open.

"Party’s over
ladies, you need to get to bed," Reno issued, scooping his wife up as
Timmons threw Kendall over his shoulder.

"Toodles
bestie," she giggled, wiggling her fingers at me as Chad shut the door
behind them, his blue eyes falling on me.

In my drunken state I
couldn't tell if he was scowling or smiling so I went with, "Are you mad
at me," scooting back on the bed and pulling my knees to my chest,
wrapping my arms around my shins.

"No," he says,
pulling me to the edge of the bed. His strong hands stripped me of what was
left of my clothing, pulling the sheets back, he helped me under them, tucking
them up under my arms as I gave him a very drunk smile. "Just sleep it
off," he whispered, kissing my lips and having to force my hands away as I
gripped his face, hoping for him to join me in bed, naked. "I'll be up in
a lil' while," he smiled, leaving the bed side to shut off the light by
the door. "And don't even think about coming downstairs without putting
some clothes on, Timmons has already reached the end of my patience," his
tall figure was silhouetted in the doorway, my eyes growing heavier by the
second, "I love you," he whispered.

"Iwuvgoo," I
slur, hearing his laugh as I drift off into a drunken dreamland.

The morning started with
a huge headache eased by Chad's lips and touch, a large smile on my lips as I
descended the stairs into the empty and quiet cabin. Everyone was still
sleeping and it was a little after eight AM. I stoked the stove, adding a
couple more logs, shuffling into the kitchen to make some breakfast for
everyone. I know Chad loves pancakes with strawberries so I whip up a batter in
no time, the coffee dripping away and the bacon sizzling. Cutting the berries I
hear the first set of footsteps coming down the stairs, Kendall's familiar yawn
echoing through the empty room.

"Mornin'," she
yawns, throwing her arm over my shoulders, leaning her head against mine while
grabbing one of the mugs I had set out. "You need any help?"

"Yeah, put some
sugar on these," I pushed the bowl of berries over to her, turning the
pieces of bacon, trying to shield my face from the splattering grease. I had
poured the first pancakes on the griddle as we were joined by Rosa, Reno being
not far behind rubbing his eyes. French and Black, along with their dogs, were
the next to join us, both thanking me for the coffee, which they took black
with no sugar. Flipping the pancakes onto the platter I had set out, Chad's
warm arms wrapped around my waist, his beard tickling my ear as he kissed me
lightly, a loud rumbling "mmmmm" sound coming from his chest.
Flipping the last of the cakes onto the platter, I turn to place it on the
island where the bacon and berries were waiting, my eyes meeting the
approaching Timmons, a choking laugh escaping my lips.

He was shirtless, his
pale chest covered in hickeys, large and small. Shrugging his shoulders at me
and everyone as he walked in, I noticed the scratch marks on his back and
shoulders, my wide eyes and mouth turning to a blushing Kendall.

"So that's where
the screaming was coming from last night," Fred Black said, nonchalantly
sipping his coffee, Rosa's eyes meeting mine. Seeing the smile starting to
build on her face I couldn't hold the laugh back as it rumbled through me,
making me double over, Rosa's joining mine. All of the guys joined in as
Kendall blushed, Timmons's whole chest turning red as he sat next to her,
snaking his arm around the back of her chair.

I was happy looking
around the room as everyone dug into their food, the echoed 'mmm' sounds and
muttered 'yums' making a smile appear on my face. Chad kissed my cheek as he
sat on the stool next to me. "Damn Ray," Fred Black mumbled through a
mouthful of pancake, "you are one fine cook. I'm gonna miss this when
we're eatin' nothin' but MRE's." The guys all issue an agreeing grunt,
focused on their plates. I lean my head on Chad's shoulder, closing my eyes, enjoying
this one simple moment with him and my newfound friends.

Dropping his fork onto
his plate, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his stomach and chest, their
Team leader, Austin French issues, "That was fantastic, Timmons, do the
dishes," getting everyone to laugh. Bobby Timmons, being the ham that he
is, shot up, his fingers going to his forehead in a salute, French issuing a
laughing one in return as Timmons grabbed the plates.

"I'll help," I
said, sliding from my stool taking my plate with me.

"No ma'am,"
Reno issued, waving me to sit back down, "you cooked. Let us clean up. You
ladies can go start tackling the packing up," he nods to Rosa who gets up,
taking me by the arm as Kendall follows. There seems to be a silent way of
communication between Rosa and her husband, because she always knows when he
wants us to leave the room. She practically dragged me up the stairs and into
their room, Kendall shutting the door behind us.

"What the hell is
up," I ask, my hands going to my hips.

"The guys needed to
talk business," Rosa replies, tossing one of her pink suitcases onto the
bed and flinging the top open, "we can't hear what they talk about. Breach
of code and all that shit," she gives me a wry smile and Kendall and I
start to help her, piling her many pink things on top of one another. Opening
the top drawer in the opposite dresser a gun holster meets my hands and I pull
it out, turning to Rosa.

"Yeah, Reno's
always packing," she rolls her eyes, "it’s part of the whole 'being
prepared' attitude," she makes air quotes taking the gun from my hand and
setting it on the bed. "Chad has one too, it's prolly in his truck,"
she shrugs her shoulders, Kendall and her returning to the suitcases in front
of them.

"Hmm," I
mumble, "I didn't peg Reno for a handgun kinda guy," Rosa smiles at
me over her shoulder and we all laugh softly, finishing up their packing and
moving to mine and Chad's room. Rosa was going through his drawers when she
held a small photo out to me, a grin on her lips. It was an old, creased Polaroid,
the white part yellowed faintly. The scene depicted on the face brought little
tears to my eyes, my hand going to my mouth in disbelief. It was Randy, Chad
and I when they were about sixteen and I was about eleven. I was nestled in
between the two of them as we sat in front of the Christmas tree, Randy and I
laughing at the camera. What took my breath away was where Chad's eyes were
looking. They were looking at me, a crooked grin on his face. That same crooked
grin that he got when I did something silly or said something funny. I kissed
the photo, sticking it in the pocket of Chad's Navy issued duffel bag.

"I'm gonna need
your help," I say, lightly grabbing Rosa's wrist as she arranged my
clothing in the bag, her eyes meeting mine, "I'm gonna need you, cuz I
don't know if I can do this." She gripped my hand, squeezing my fingers
with a teary smile on her face.

"I'm gonna need
your help too," she whispers, her fingers swiping at her cheek.

The rest of the
afternoon was a flurry of packing and cleaning, the dogs going crazy around us
as we all milled around. Passing through the kitchen, making sure we weren't
leaving any food and that the fridge was un-plugged and propped open to thaw, I
double checked all the windows, picking up a stray sweatshirt as I headed for
the front door. "Who's is this," I yelled as I pulled the door shut,
pushing the pad lock through the latch, the key sticking out of the bottom of
it, the sweatshirt held high in the air.