Hot SEAL, Vegas Nights

by Parker Kincade

  The dye had been cast from the moment they’d met. Aidan Stone was going to be her next big mistake.

  Aidan cursed the fucking timing. The sparkle in Zoe’s eyes, the feel of her tight little body as she tried to climb him like a tree, the feel of her breath on his neck were all too much. A trifecta that paid in trouble.

  They were in public, for chrissakes. Too many curious stares for him to do what he wanted, which was to shove his tongue in her mouth right there on the platform so he could taste her lust.

  Time to improvise.

  “Let’s get you out of this thing.” He went to work on the straps of the harness. He refused to wait for an employee to get to them. He needed to get her out of there and somewhere private. Now.

  “Get the knee straps.” He got her out of the upper part of the harness. She could do the rest while he went to work on his own rigging. The second they were both free, he grabbed Zoe’s hand and pulled her toward the elevator.

  “Where are we going now?” Her voice was thick, husky with the same want that drove him. The energy vibrating from her was palpable. He could feel her all the way to his goddamn balls.

  Aidan ran through the available options in his head. In the middle of downtown Las Vegas, there weren’t many places to find privacy. He settled on the most obvious location.

  “The car.”

  “We’re leaving?” Her pretty pout cranked his desire. He wanted those lips around him, licking, sucking, swallowing every inch he had to give her.

  It had been too fucking long. His need was too great. Not even his hand had been enough to take the bitter edge off his arousal after being around this woman.

  He tugged her into the elevator, silently cursing the two other couples who got in the box with them.

  “We’re not leaving. Not unless you’re ready to go.” He glanced to make sure no one was paying attention to them before he slid in behind her. He hooked his fingers through her belt loops and jerked her back against him. He bent and put his mouth against her ear. “We’re making a pit stop so I can kiss you the way I want, without a fucking audience.” He heard her sharp intake of breath. “Any objections?”

  “No.” She shifted, the subtle movement causing her ass to rub against the front of his jeans. The tiny upturn of her lips was a good indication that the little witch had done that on purpose. “No objections.”

  He curled his fingers around her hips and dug in. A silent warning to be still or suffer the consequences. He wondered how she’d react if he popped that sweet ass of hers with his palm. He suddenly wanted to find out.

  He suddenly wanted to know everything. The sounds she made when she came. How her breasts felt in his hands. What she looked like in the morning, all tousled and sleepy after a night of sex. And yeah, he was hard up and had sex on the brain, but he wanted to know other stuff, too. Her favorite color, food, and genre of music. What her plans were for the future.

  He was in way over his head with this woman, but right now he couldn’t seem to care.

  The elevator doors opened and Aidan didn’t waste time. The walk to the Red Garage, the Fremont Street parking structure, took about as long as their zipline adventure had. She kept pace with him, her well-worn—and hot-as-fuck—cowgirl boots clomping in time with his own heavy boots.

  He’d parked in a deserted corner of the second level, hoping to save the convertible he’d borrowed from his dad’s collection from getting dinged by other car doors. He dropped Zoe’s hand as he maneuvered between the wall and the passenger’s side of the car. He unlocked and opened the door. He turned and crooked a finger at her.

  “Come here, babe.”

  “I thought you said we weren’t leaving.”

  “Oh, we’re not. The open door is in case a security guard happens to walk by. It’ll look like we either came back to get something from the car, or that we are getting ready to leave.”

  “Aren’t you the clever one.”

  He smirked, tugging her into the space between him and the inside of the car. He curled his hand around the top of the doorjamb. The other hand he wrapped around the back of her neck.

  “I’m very resourceful.” His chest tightened as her body heat infused him. That telltale electricity that sizzled between them sparked brighter, drew his insides tight, like a bow string ready to release.

  Under the black, low-cut tank she wore, her chest rose and fell at an increasing rate. Aidan bent his head. She pushed to her toes, meeting him halfway.

  The gentle laziness of their first kiss was a thing of the past. This kiss was all heat and desperate need to devour. His tongue met no resistance when he pressed against her lips, demanding entrance. She opened for him, gave him full access to her mouth.

  Her fingers curled against his chest, digging in as he devoured her. The tiny pinpricks from her nails resonated behind his zipper, making his dick twitch, fill, and press impossibly harder against his jeans.

  “Christ,” he muttered against her lips. “Turn around.”

  He didn’t wait for her to comply. He grabbed her waist, spun her until she faced the inside of the car, then reached around and flicked open the button on her jeans.

  Zoe latched onto his wrist. “W-what are you doing? You can’t do that now.”

  “I’m not going to do anything.” Yet. “You are.”

  “What?”

  He fisted his hand in her hair, the strands a thick mass of spun silk against his palm. Slowly, he wrapped it around his hand. She whimpered as he tugged it out of the way, exposing a smooth line of skin.

  Aidan dipped his head, rubbing the rough stubble from his seemingly perpetual five o’clock shadow against the side of her neck. He took hold of her zipper, lowering it slow, tooth by tooth.

  “Do you trust me?”

  He was pushing his luck. He half expected her to elbow him in the ribs. He couldn’t think of a single woman from his past who would’ve agreed to being fingered in a public parking garage. Not even the frog hogs—the women who actively sought out SEALs for sex—he’d been with. A private bathroom stall, maybe. But not out in the open where they could potentially be seen.

  But, Zoe didn’t stop him. She nodded in response to his question, making his chest swell. She had no real reason to trust him. Aside from his relationship with her grandfather, she hardly knew him. The fact that this gorgeous, amazing woman trusted him to take care of her made him feel … well … a little cocky, actually.

  Being a Vegas boy, Aidan doubled down.

  “Are you wet?” Her stomach hollowed, giving him a peek of the lacy edge of her panties. “We don’t have much time. The security guard could come by any minute.” He moved his hips, letting her feel how hard he was. “Do you want this enough to be slick and ready for me?”

  She made a tempting little noise he’d never forget and pushed her ass against him.

  Aidan ground his teeth, fighting back the urge to blow in his jeans like a fucking teenager. “Answer me, Zoe.”

  Her yes was little more than a breath.

  “Show me.” Aidan nipped her earlobe as he guided her hand toward the open zipper.

  She turned her head and glanced up at him. Her pupils were blown. Her lips swollen from his kisses. She was the sexiest damn woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

  “Do it,” he said, adding more demand to his tone this time.

  Her cheeks turned his new favorite shade of pink as understanding played out across her features.

  Yeah. That’s right, baby. Be dirty with me.

  As if she’d heard his thoughts, she dipped her fingers into her panties.

  Aidan watched, fascinated and so fucking turned-on, while her eyes drifted closed. A stuttered breath puffed from her lips an instant before her entire body quivered against him.

  Fuck. This woman.

  Unable to wait another second, Aidan circled her wrist with his fingers. He pulled her hand from her panties and held it up. Her fingers glistened in the dim light of the garage. His cock was painfully hard as
he slid the digits into his mouth, tasting her for the first time.

  Fucking ambrosia. Sweet and tangy and perfect.

  “Aidan. God, that’s hot.”

  He swallowed every drop of her. With a nip to her fingertips, he grinned and pressed his palm against her stomach. “My turn.”

  Her belly tightened as he slid his hand into her panties. A thick line of curls teased him, but it was the smooth wet skin of her folds that threatened to loosen the hold he had on his control.

  Knowing she trusted him was the only reason he wasn’t ripping open his fly and burying himself in her soft—so fucking soft—heat.

  He slipped a finger between her lips, found her clit hard and wanting.

  We can’t have that.

  He gave it a flick.

  Zoe’s knees buckled, forcing him to let go of her hair to wrap his arm around her ribcage, just below her breasts.

  “Easy, baby. I’ve got you,” he whispered against her neck. “We don’t have the kind of time I want to spend learning your body, but I need to see you come. You wanna do that for me, Zoe? You wanna drench my hand with your pleasure?”

  “Aidan,” she panted. “I can’t…”

  “You can.” To prove it to her, he went to work on her clit, pinching and rubbing the delicate nub without mercy.

  “No, I mean … we’re just messing around right? This can’t … oh, God … this can’t go anywhere.”

  A growl rumbled from his chest, low and harsh. He wasn’t sure why the thought of them being nothing more than a fling pissed him off. Maybe because she was Boss’s granddaughter and he’d made a promise to look out for her. Maybe because Aidan knew she deserved more than a finger-fuck in a parking garage, and more was what he planned to give her.

  He’d never been a possessive man, so the sudden need to mark her somehow was beyond irrational. Flings were what he did. His job came first, and he’d yet to meet a woman who would willingly choose to play second fiddle to the Navy.

  Zoe didn’t even know he was a SEAL, and already she’d drawn a line in the sand.

  Imagine what she would do if she did know.

  “Yeah, babe. Just messing around,” he confirmed, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. “Now, come for me. I want to feel you let go.”

  He dipped a finger inside her. Her tight, slick channel pulsed and squeezed around him. He pressed deep and teased, finding the spot that made her gasp.

  She whined his name.

  “I know, baby. I know what you need. I’ve got you.”

  He scanned the area, quickly assuring they were still alone before he added another finger, stretching her. He wanted nothing more than to pull down her fucking jeans to give himself more room to work, but he wouldn’t risk exposing her like that.

  She dropped her head back against his shoulder. She reached up, looping an arm around his neck. Her hips churned, working his fingers hard as she chased her pleasure.

  It was a beautiful thing to watch.

  She gasped and bit down on her bottom lip seconds before he felt her muscles tighten. He rubbed the heel of his palm against her clit, and that was it. Her body clamped down on his fingers so hard Aidan lost his breath.

  His own need for release burned in his balls, but he ignored it as she rode out her pleasure.

  She tilted her face toward his and he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She groaned as he eased his hand from the paradise between her thighs.

  “You know…” he wiped his fingers on his jeans and refastened her pants. She sagged against him. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come. I wouldn’t mind seeing that again.” Only next time he wanted to be balls deep inside her.

  She surprised him when she said, “Then maybe it’s time you to take me home.”

  “Yeah?” He was one hundred percent on board with that plan, but he had promised to feed her and they hadn’t gotten around to that yet. “Don’t you want to eat first?”

  “Oh, I’m going to eat. Don’t worry.”

  “Jesus, Zoe.” Her suggestive tone set the base of his spine to tingling. “Get in the car.”

  He pushed the speed laws to the limit, cutting the twenty-minute drive back to Summerlin in half. Any hope of getting Zoe naked died—along with his erection—when he pulled around the house and saw his parents standing in the driveway next to a trailer loaded with two jet skis. “What are they doing here?”

  “You didn’t know they were going to be home?”

  “No. I was supposed to meet up with them at the shop tomorrow. Dad wants me to help on a project to restore a vintage motorcycle. Apparently, the guys are behind because of the car show and need an extra set of hands.”

  “Aren’t you supposed to be on vacation?”

  Helping out at the shop would feel like a vacation compared to getting shot at in Yemen. “I like to keep busy.”

  He got out of the car before she could question him further. She met him at the front of the car and they approached his parents together.

  “Hey, guys,” his dad greeted both of them, then turned his attention to Aidan. “I’m glad you’re here.” He motioned toward the trailer. “Your mom and I thought it would be fun for all of us to take these babies out on Lake Mead tomorrow. I could use your help running maintenance on them tonight so they’re ready to go.”

  “Matt,” his mom said, bobbing her head toward Zoe. “Maybe Aidan has other plans.”

  Hell yeah, he had other plans. Dirty, naked plans he wouldn’t explain to his parents if they paid him.

  “I, uh…” Shit. There was no way he was getting laid tonight.

  “No, it’s okay,” Zoe interrupted. “Looks like you’ve got things to do, and I’ve got a ton of stuff to get done with the house going on the market in the morning. I’m going to go ahead and head inside. Aidan, I …” she blushed. “Thanks for tonight. I had fun.”

  She stepped away from him, putting space between them as she started toward the fence.

  “Yeah, me, too.” Understatement of the century. “Hey, you want to come to the lake with us tomorrow?” he asked, not caring that his parents were listening with elephant ears. He didn’t want to let her go without a plan to spend time with her again.

  “That’s a great idea,” his mom added. “We’d love it if you came with us. We don’t see enough of you, Zoe.”

  “Yeah, sure. That sounds great. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

  He turned fully toward her so his parents wouldn’t see the meaning in the look he shot her. “Tomorrow,” he promised. “I’ll come by and get you around ten.”

  “Ten,” she repeated with a nod.

  Aidan kept his eyes on her until she was safely inside, wanting to follow her so badly he had to force his legs not to move.

  His dad clapped him on the shoulder. “You ready to get started?”

  Un-fucking-believable. Cock-blocked by his own parents. Judging by the look on his mom’s face, she knew it, too.

  “Yeah,” he sighed, resigned to being celibate a little longer. “Let’s do this.”

  10

  Zoe couldn’t remember when she’d had a better day. The weather had been near perfect, and because it was the middle of the week, there wasn’t much traffic on the lake. Not that it mattered. They’d spent most of the day anchored in a private cove.

  They’d taken turns racing on the jet skis, and for lunch Aidan and his dad had grilled hamburgers and hot dogs on the party barge for everyone.

  Now, with Aidan’s sisters off somewhere with the jet skis and his parents lounging on upper deck of the boat, Zoe was relaxing alone on a two person float in the water while Aidan swam around the cove.

  The man was active. Between teasing and playing in the water with his sisters and hanging out with his mom and dad, he’d hardly spoken more than a few words with her all day. She didn’t begrudge him at all for favoring his family over her, but she was beginning to think he was avoiding her on purpose. She could understand not wanting his family to know they were fooling aroun
d. She didn’t want that, either. There was no need to get them involved in something that was extremely temporary. But he could’ve at least tossed her a look or something to indicate he remembered having his fingers inside her. That he, too, couldn’t stop thinking about how hard he’d made her come last night.

  Zoe leaned onto the raised back of the float, her gaze seeking and finding him across the water. He moved like a bullet. Fast. Sleek and smooth and powerful.

  She’d had a hard time keeping her tongue in her mouth earlier when he’d stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it on the deck of the boat. He had the kind of body the artist in her was dying to memorialize on paper. Meanwhile, the woman in her wanted to touch and trace every dip and bulge. With her tongue.

  As he changed direction back toward the boat, he suddenly disappeared under the water. Zoe shielded her eyes from the glare of the sun and tried to track him. She scanned the area between where he’d gone under and the boat, looking for bubbles, a wake, a ripple, anything to give her a clue as to where he went.

  Nothing.

  A minute passed.

  Zoe straightened, her heart hammering in her chest. Where are you?

  A minute thirty and she started to panic.

  What if he’d gotten a cramp? He’d been swimming for quite a while, and he hadn’t been wearing a life jacket. Why hadn’t he worn a freaking life jacket?

  She was about to yell for his parents when Aidan burst from the water, right next to the float.

  “Jesus, Aidan!” Not only had he scared the living shit out of her, but he splashed her and the float with lake water.

  “Hey, babe. Mind if I join you?” He levered himself up, causing the float to take a dramatic dip in his direction.

  Zoe gripped the edge to keep from tumbling across. Her legs bounced and shifted as she desperately tried to maintain balance.

  The float was made so that whoever shared it would face each other. When Aidan settled on his side and rubbed the water out of his face, she could clearly see the lazy smile on his face.