Hot SEAL, Bourbon Neat (SEALs in Paradise)
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“Where you goin’, li’l lady?”
She felt a hand slide over her ass. Amanda froze.
Oh, hell no.
Before she could stop herself, she balled up her fist and swung around hard. She made contact with the man’s jaw with a sickening crack.
“Listen up, fuckwit,” Amanda spat as she watched Clete fall from his bar stool and land on the floor with a thud. A mixture of adrenaline and fear caused her voice to quiver. “I told you not to touch me.”
She flexed her hand. Yep. That was gonna hurt in the morning.
Jake was there in a heartbeat, placing himself between her and the men. Better late than never, she supposed. His palms were up to each side, his dark eyes darting between them as if he wasn’t sure who he needed to protect from whom.
Clete was still on the floor, his buddy laughing over him. “She sure showed you, Clete,” his friend slurred.
“Shut up, Ernie.” Clete glared at Amanda, retribution burning in his eyes.
That’s it.
She’d thought she would come here to unwind with a drink or two. Maybe find a gorgeous guy to have sex with. Now she was pissed, her hand hurt like the devil, and all she wanted was her couch and an ice pack. And maybe to kick Sam’s ass for talking her into this little fiasco in the first place. And maybe another bottle of whiskey.
She wondered if Jake would sell her a bottle for the road.
A voice, low and full of menace, drifted from behind her just seconds before she felt him. Well, not so much felt as sensed. Like a rabbit would sense it was about to become coyote kibble. His heat penetrated her back. Amanda stiffened as she felt his hands move over the skin of her arms, hovering but not actually touching.
“What the fuck, Jake?” he growled.
Amanda spun to look at the man behind her and came face-to-face with his pecs.
Oh. Wow.
Her gaze roamed upward. He was well over six feet tall. Over six feet of powerful male. His black T-shirt strained against the pressure of containing all those muscles. Before she could stop herself, she leaned forward to take in his scent. Her head spun as the dizzying combination of leather and sandalwood drifted through her. She turned away before he noticed the heat that flooded her cheeks.
“It’s under control, Joe,” Jake snapped.
Joe pointed at the two drunkards. “You have one minute to get your shit and get out of my bar.” He gently, cautiously, touched her arm. “Are you okay, slugger?” His mouth was so close to her ear she could feel his breath on her neck. His husky voice reverberated down her spine. The heady combination caused a reflexive shiver to run through her body.
His eyes narrowed dangerously on Clete. Clearly mistaking her reaction for fear, he growled, “Make that thirty seconds.” He eased protectively in front of her.
Clete swore an oath as he pushed to his feet and stumbled toward the door. His friend followed close behind. Joe led her back to the stool she’d just vacated. “Here … sit.” His large hands engulfed her shoulders as he bent to look into her eyes. “Slugger?”
Amanda got her first good look at him. Her mind went blank. A strong jaw that narrowed slightly at the tip of his chin sported a dark five o’clock shadow. His lips were red and full and entirely too inviting. Jet-black hair fell in disarray around his face, thick locks waving across his forehead. And he had the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. Eyes that were narrowed in concern for her.
She cleared her throat. “Amanda,” she rasped. Okay, so she could talk. Sort of. “I’m Amanda.”
“Amanda.”
Good Lord!
Her name on his lips was like a caress that went all the way to her core. She went instantly wet. She clenched her legs together and took a deep breath.
“You okay, Amanda?” he prodded.
“Yes, I’m fine.” Aroused. “Just pissed off.” She shot a glare at Jake. “And where the hell were you?”
Jake’s jaw clenched. “What do you mean—”
“Shut the hell up, Jake. What you need to do is thank your lucky stars you’re my brother or I’d be kicking your ass all over this county, get me?”
Amanda couldn’t hold in her surprise. “Wait. You”—she took advantage of the opportunity to peruse his delicious male body from head to booted toe—“are related to him?” She nodded toward Jake.
“Look Amanda, I’m sorry,” Jake said. “No excuses. I should have thrown them out the minute they approached you. I don’t know what got into them tonight. Normally they’re harmless.”
Her anger immediately deflated. “It’s not your fault, Jake. I should have just walked away.” She sighed. “I know better.” She looked back to Joe. God, he took her breath away. Jake was cute, sure, in that boyish I-wanna-make-out-with-you-in-the-back-of-a-Chevy way. But this man, with his long legs encased in tight, faded jeans that seemed to bulge in all the appropriate places, was a work of art. Carved by the gods to bring women to their knees. And speaking of knees, the package he was sporting certainly made her want to get on hers.
Focus, Amanda.
He gave her a half smile and extended his hand. “I’m Joe. Owner of this bar and”—he waved his hand at his brother—“the better looking of the two.”
Jake snorted something that sounded a lot like “You wish,” as he brought around a towel full of ice for her hand.
She reached to return the greeting, remembering too late the punch she’d thrown. Joe seemed well aware of her discomfort, gently cupping her hand in both of his.
“Vicious right hook you got there, Mandy.”
“I have brothers,” she said. As though that explained everything. At some point she’d regain her brain function. As soon as he stopped looking at her. And touching her.
Oh God, please don’t stop touching me.
“Brothers who taught their sister how to fight?” His eyes danced with amusement.
“Overbearing, overprotective, and over-in-my-face brothers who wanted to make sure I’d never be taken advantage of.” She smiled sweetly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause trouble.”
Joe drew back in surprise. “I’m not entirely sure what happened before I came in, but I’m fairly certain it wasn’t your fault.” He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Wanna tell me what happened?” He took the ice pack from Jake and placed it delicately across the back of her hand.
She hissed as the rough towel scraped her sensitive knuckles. “It’s no big deal. Couple of drunks getting handsy. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. It happened so fast. I overreacted.”
“I’m sure you didn’t overreact.” Joe’s voice turned hard again. “Those two are a pain in my ass.” He shared a knowing look with Jake. “And they’ve just had their last beer here.”
“They were almost a pain in my ass, too,” she joked. “But I’m good. Won’t be the first time I’ve nursed sore knuckles.”
“You fight a lot then, slugger?”
She laughed at that. “Did I mention that I’ve got three brothers?”
He gave her a smile that had her nipples aching and pushing through her T-shirt. She squirmed in her seat, which only served to rub the seam of her jeans harder against her pulsating clit. She bit back a moan. So this is what it feels like to be aroused to near pain. She was close to throwing herself at him, audience be damned. Anything to relieve the tension building in her panties.
Joe noticed her distress. She watched as he slowly took stock of her. She knew the minute he saw the pearled buds of her chest, protruding shamelessly for his inspection. His jaw clenched and his back stiffened. She dared a quick glance at his lap. She hoped his back wasn’t the only thing that had turned rigid. His eyes narrowed; his nostrils flared as if he could smell her arousal.
She watched in fascination as his gaze turned dark, smoky.
What would it be like to spend the night in the arms of a man like him? What kind of lover would he be? The thought caused her insides to turn to jelly. There was only one way to find out.
“A
re you sure you’re okay, Mandy?” His voice was hoarse. His fingers were stroking her palm as he continued to hold her injured hand. She desperately wanted him to be stroking her somewhere else.
It’s now or never.
“That depends.” Amanda gave him a seductive smile. “You wanna get out of here?”
Joe shook his head, his expression filled with genuine confusion.
“Excuse me?”
Amanda felt her face grow hot with embarrassment. This man was a walking god and here she was, Miss Plain-and-Ordinary, propositioning him. What was she thinking?
She stood a little too quickly, causing her bar stool to wobble before righting itself again. “Never mind. Sorry.” She threw two twenty-dollar bills on the bar. “This should cover it.” She hollered thanks to Jake as she made her way to the door.
“Mandy, wait.”
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