SEAL's Technique Box Set (A Navy SEAL Romance)

by Claire Adams

  Despite the hangover, I felt like I needed another drink to deal with all of this. I got out my phone and typed a quick message to John.

  Hey, buddy, how's the day going? Feel like a beer or five after work?

  The response was almost instant. I could always count on John being up for a drink.

  Wade! Definitely down for a drink later. How big you wanna go? How bad is it? There's a bar downtown with a special on pitchers tonight.

  I typed a quick response.

  Pitchers sound like just what I need right now. I’ll call you after work.

  *****

  “So I say to her, 'but you haven't even seen it yet! C'mon, don't knock it until you try it!’”

  “And then what happened?” I chuckled stupidly, my head swimming from the alcohol.

  “Then she just snatched up her handbag and walked out of my place, still in her bra and G-string!”

  We both laughed loudly, and John called the waitress over. “Hey, sweetie, one more pitcher, please.”

  “Whoa, hold up, hold up,” I said as the waitress turned to go get our order. “I'm not sure if I can handle one more, John. Shit, man, I still need to work tomorrow.”

  “Yeah, I guess I do, too. All right, all right, just bring us the bill then, would ya?”

  The waitress nodded and hurried off to fetch the bill.

  “Thanks for a good evening, man,” I said to John. “I needed the distraction.”

  He smiled at me. “No problem, bro! But, man, I can tell something is up with you. And it's not that stuff about those two, fake-tittied little vixens you had to let back on your volleyball team. Come on, I know when something serious is up with you.”

  I wanted to tell him all about Eryn and myself, but I just couldn't. Not yet. It wasn't for fear that the secret would get out and I'd lose my job. I knew I could trust John with pretty much anything.

  No, it was because it was just still too painful to talk about. I mean, after all, I'd come out to the bar and drank so much because I wanted to forget, to try to numb the pain. Dredging it up would just make things worse.

  “Nah, it's really nothing, man. It's just stress from the job.”

  “You sure, Wade?”

  He didn't seem convinced, and of course, I was lying – but I couldn't talk about it yet.

  “Yeah, man, I'm sure,” I replied.

  “All right. But remember, I'm here if you ever need to talk about stuff.”

  “I know, Johnny. And, I appreciate that. I really do.”

  We paid the bill, said our goodbyes, and each hailed a taxi. After I got back home, I went to take a long shower, hoping to lessen the heavy buzz I was nursing. Luckily, it wasn’t so much that it felt as if the room was spinning or anything, but buzzed enough.

  When I got out of the shower, my phone was ringing. It was really late, and I was surprised that anyone would be calling me at such an hour. My first thought, hope, was that maybe for some reason it was Eryn. But it was wishful thinking.

  My eyes grew wide with surprise when I saw the name lit up on the screen: Georgia, my actress ex. I'd been ignoring her messages for months and avoiding any gossip websites or tabloids or anything of the sort where I'd see mention of her.

  But, since she was a celebrity, it was kinda hard to totally block out any mention of her at all, and I'd noticed that she'd been dating some musician recently. Not that I cared. It wasn't that I missed her that I avoided such things – it was that I really did want to get over that part of my life and not be reminded of it.

  Still, as I was feeling buzzed, the curiosity of why she was calling got the better of me, and poor judgment won out.

  I picked up the call.

  “Georgia.”

  “Wade, it's so good to hear your voice again.” Her tone was a purr, soft and seductive. It was a tone I knew only too well.

  “Um, yeah. What's up?” I asked.

  “I miss you, Wade. I really do.”

  I breathed in a deep breath, and let it out as a long, slow sigh. “We agreed that this was for the best, Georgia. We weren't working out, and we both knew that. Look-”

  “I know what we agreed,” she interrupted, “but I can't stop myself from missing you. Your hard muscles, your gorgeous eyes, your sculpted body, and that long, thick-”

  “Hold up, hold up, come on, you can't do this, Georgia.”

  “I'm not asking you to get back together with me. I just... I just want one night with you. One night so that we can say goodbye to each other properly. Do you understand? Just one last night of passion that we can both remember. Then we'll move on. Please, Wade...I just want a little closure. And, I know you miss this body. You used to worship it, and it's so hungry for you. So desperately hungry.”

  I couldn't deny that, in my state of alcohol-induced vulnerability, her words were heating up the blood in my veins.

  “Well, you're all the way across the country, and I'm here. So…” I thought that would put an end to her suggestion.

  “I'll fly you out with my private jet. One final night with you is all I want, Wade. Please. Don't make me beg.”

  I don't know if it was the sadness inside me, or the alcohol in my veins, or a combination of both – but my resistance crumbled.

  “All right,” I said softly. “I'll come out to see you.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Eryn

  I could hardly believe it. I was in Wade's arms again, and he was holding me close. I felt our love washing over me like warm, comforting water. Our lips met, and the same surge of energy and bliss flowed through me that I’d felt the first time we had kissed.

  Everything felt right with the world. All the sadness and longing that had been weighing me down for the past two months was gone — it had all disappeared. Everything was perfect when I was in Wade's arms.

  His hands moved across my body, touching me lightly, touching me as if he was handling a rare and precious treasure. In turn, I traced the grooves of his stomach, brushing my fingertips over the contours of his sculpted muscles.

  And then he moved to kiss me again, but as I moved forward to press my lips against his, a sudden screaming blared in my ear — a shrill and jarring sound that seemed to rattle my brain inside my skull.

  My alarm.

  I groaned and leaned over to slam my hand on the button to shut it up, cursing it silently for yanking me out of such a wonderful dream. I stumbled out of bed, feeling the familiar sadness and longing returning. I hoped that a hot shower would wash it all away, but when I stepped out of my room, I heard that the shower was already being used – I guessed Leena had gotten up before me.

  I headed over to the kitchen to make myself a mug of coffee. I needed to be alert today and full of energy – we had a game against UCLA, and my position in the Stanford starting lineup was dependent on me having a really great game.

  The last couple of matches I'd played for Stanford, I'd been off form. And the pressure on me to do better as I was here on this volleyball scholarship made things even worse. Usually, I thrived under pressure – but the thing was, it wasn't only this pressure in the mix.

  There was the heartbreak, too, which just made things that much worse.

  I'd known, of course, that getting over Wade would be difficult. I just hadn't realized just how difficult it would be.

  I had dreams about him, like the one I'd just had. He popped into my thoughts all the time, no matter what I was doing – whether I was in class, or playing and training for volleyball, or walking in the park, working out, cooking, whatever. He would just show up in my head unannounced and uninvited and getting rid of him was no easy task.

  I sighed. I wondered if I would ever get over him. I mean, here I was, supposedly living my dream, having been given this exclusive scholarship to one of the best universities in the country, playing volleyball with some of the best athletes of my age in the whole of the United States…yet, I wasn't happy.

  The more I tried, the harder it became to convince mys
elf that I could be happy without Wade. And, that just drove me even crazier because I knew that being with him was simply not a possibility.

  At least sipping on the coffee brought a sense of fresh clarity to my mind. I felt a bit more awake and less stuck in a dream world after imbibing some of the hot, bitter liquid.

  After a few minutes, Leena walked into the kitchen, a towel wrapped around her and her hair still wet from the shower. “Good morning, my bestest friend,” she said with a smile. “You ready for the big game today? I hear the UCLA lineup is killer. We're gonna have our hands full, for sure.”

  “I know. And, I'm really hoping I play a little better today than I have the last couple of games.”

  “Awww, don't be so hard on yourself, Eryn. You've been playing well enough.”

  I shook my head. “No, I haven't. There's no need to sugarcoat it, Lee. You've been killing it, but I think we both know that I haven't been on top of my game recently.”

  That was the truth. Leena had taken to Stanford like a fish to water. She'd been playing better than she ever had and had been getting fantastic grades in her courses, as well. Me, on the other hand – well, I'd been passing my courses, but not spectacularly by any means. And like I said, I'd been feeling pretty off on the volleyball court, too.

  I knew that it had a lot to do with Wade, but who could I talk to about that? And how could I get over it?

  Leena, in line with all of her other successful adjustments over the past two months, had also adjusted just as well in the love department. She'd broken up with her boyfriend in Florida the day before coming out to Stanford, and had met a new guy, Callum, just two weeks after being here. She seemed perfectly happy with him. No signs of sorrow or heartbreak from her previous relationship.

  I wished I could just get over things that easily. Specifically, Wade.

  Still, all I could do now was to somehow try to force the memories out of my head. I had to be on for this game today. I really did. The coach had taken me aside the last practice and told me that my place on the starting lineup was in jeopardy, and that it very much depended on how well I did today.

  I got up, downed the rest of my coffee, and walked past Leena.

  “I'm gonna shower,” I said flatly. “See you in a few minutes.”

  *****

  A bead of sweat trickled its way down the back of my neck, tracing a maddening itch along the surface of my skin. No. I would ignore it; it was just another distraction trying to pull my focus away from the game. I stared intently at the ball as the UCLA server tossed it up in the air to serve.

  I was in the zone, at last. It had taken a long time to get back here, but finally, I had arrived. I don't know what it was, but I'd finally snapped out of the funk I'd been in, and had been playing like I was on fire.

  The serve was good, but Leena defended it perfectly and set up an attack for me – a perfect attack. I sprang high into the air and smashed the ball earthwards in a perfect, missile-strike spike. It blasted through a gap between two UCLA players and bounced hard off the court.

  That was another point for us. The home crowd went wild, but I didn't even hear their roars and cheers – it was all just a vague, fuzzy background sound in my mind. All I could really hear was the steady beating of my heart and the slow, measured breaths that entered into my lungs and then were pushed out.

  It was match point, and we had the serve. Leena served a great one, but a UCLA player managed to defend it with a pretty spectacular dive. They sent the ball back over the net into our court with a savage attack, but I jumped dramatically through the air and defended it, setting up an attack for my team as I did. Again, UCLA defended, and I'd only just gotten to my feet again when the ball came zipping right at me as they tried for a spike.

  I dove hard and saved the ball just inches from the ground, setting up yet another attack. Leena smashed the ball over the net, and I scrambled to my feet, breathing hard. This time, I knew what I was going to do – something I hadn't done for a while.

  The sneaky, little trick I'd used to fool Tammy so many times.

  Everything was set up perfectly. The ball came over the net as they attacked, and I made as if to smash it back at them with all the force I could muster – but, instead, I slowed my arm at the last possible moment, and simply brushed the ball gently over the net, where it dropped and hit the ground to give us the point that won us the match.

  I dropped to my knees, panting from the efforts of the last volley, and heard the crowd going mad in the background. I felt my teammates hugging me and clapping their hands on my shoulders and back, but it all seemed like it was happening to someone else, like I was watching it on a movie screen or something.

  I heard my coach's voice in my ear as she clapped her own hand on my shoulder.

  “Well done, Eryn, well done! You're the star of the game! Forget everything I said before – you're on top!”

  “Thanks, Coach,” I heard myself mumble in reply. “Thanks.”

  I walked off the court with the rest of the team, giving the crowd a half-hearted wave as I headed toward the locker room. I didn't know why, but somehow – as good as this victory was – it just felt a little hollow. I was just going through the motions.

  All I wanted to do was to get home and relax in front of the TV.

  *****

  “Aw c'mon, Eryn, it'll be fun. And, you played so well today, you deserve to treat yourself and celebrate.”

  Leena was usually pretty good at twisting my arm, but I had been doing a bang-up job of resisting her tonight. I hadn't felt like doing anything, and really had just wanted to stay in, but she, Callum, and some of his friends were going out to a new bar in town that seemed like it could be an interesting place, a bar called The Fishbowl. There was a band from L.A. playing who I'd wanted to see for a while, so finally, after all of Leena’s persuasion, I gave in.

  “All right, all right, I'll come. Just let me get dressed and put on some makeup,” I said with a somewhat melodramatic sigh.

  Half an hour later, I was all dressed up for the first time since arriving in California. A glance in the mirror before we left reminded me that I cleaned up fairly well. Despite my earlier reluctance, I now felt pretty good about agreeing to a night out. I couldn't let myself stay stuck in a funk forever, and even though I couldn't deny that I missed Wade terribly, it would be good to try to distract myself from thinking about him for a while.

  Callum was a tall, handsome guy with blond hair and your stereotypical surfer’s tan. He was taking Leena and me out with some of his buddies from the football team. He drove us out to the bar in his Range Rover, and we started out the evening with a few shots.

  The opening band was great, and they reminded me a little of the Red Hot Chili Peppers with their funky rock vibe. This, of course, immediately made me think of Wade and our shared love of ’90s music, and at that, I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

  After the opening band left the small stage, Leena, Callum, myself, and Callum's two friends, Oliver and Irving, went to sit at a table near the stage to wait for the headlining band to take the stage. I couldn’t recall the band’s name.

  Irving sat next to me and immediately moved his chair a little closer. He'd been shooting glances at me all evening, and it was pretty obvious that he was attracted to me. He was a good-looking guy with a strong jaw, jet-black hair, and features that made me think he was probably from an Italian family. And, of course, like the other guys, he was built from football and working out.

  “What are you having to drink?” he asked me.

  “Um, I guess just a Smirnoff Ice,” I replied.

  “Awesome. It's on me,” he said with a smile.

  “Thanks.”

  He ordered me a drink as a waitress walked past our table, and then he struck up a conversation with me, being very attentive and looking me in the eye as we talked.

  “I was at the volleyball game earlier,” he said. “You were just amazing out there. You've got serious talent.” />
  I blushed. I’d never been very good at taking compliments. “Aw, thanks, Irving! I appreciate that. I'll have to come watch you guys play football sometime.”

  “You should. We've got a killer lineup this season, and we're gonna steamroll whatever team comes up against us, I guarantee that.”

  “So that band was really great huh?” I said, trying to make conversation. “Don't you think they sounded like the Chili Peppers?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Hmm, not really. What makes you say that?”

  “No, I mean like how the early ’90s Chili Peppers sounded.”

  “The Chili Peppers were around in the ’90s? Shit, well, I was in kindergarten then; how was I supposed to know that? Hmm, I guess I only know, like, two Chili Peppers songs, anyway. There's that one that was big last year...and, uh, I dunno, I kinda forgot the name of the other one. I'm too busy to listen to music much.”

  It was obviously rather pointless to talk about music. Irving didn't seem to have any interest in it. He kept the conversation going though, steering it toward another topic.

  “You know, you look seriously pretty tonight,” he said, flashing me a charming smile. “Of course, I noticed you on the volleyball court, and you were looking pretty fine then, but damn girl, you're looking smokin' hot right now.”

  I chuckled nervously. I couldn't say I didn't appreciate the compliment, but this wasn't what I was after at the moment. And, he really needed to work on his charm. There’s a way to say things to a woman. We’d much rather be told we look beautiful as opposed to looking hot.

  Still, he was a good-looking guy, and despite not seeming to have much in common with him, he seemed to be nice enough, so I figured that it wouldn't hurt to at least chat with him.

  “Thanks, Irving,” I said with a smile. “You're too kind.”

  “I'm just telling the truth,” he replied.

  We made some more idle chatter as I sipped on my drink with him doing his best to flirt with me and win me over. Eventually, I finished my drink, but by that time he had already downed two beers. Callum called for another round of shots. I wasn't sure it was a good idea to have them, but before I could refuse, they were already on the table.