by Odette Stone
“You need to learn Morse code. More than SOS.”
“Why?”
“Cause I like your dirty Morse code messages.”
“Deal.”
“And we start Grey’s Anatomy from the beginning.”
I laughed. “I knew you were hooked.”
“I admit it. But this is one closet I’m not coming out of. This is our secret.”
“Fine. What else?” I smiled into those perfect grey eyes.
“No more secrets. No more stalkers.”
I leaned down and pressed my lips against his. “Those are a lot of rules.”
“And I get to use the rabbit on you whenever I want.”
I laughed again—he was always making me laugh. “You’re incorrigible.”
“You want me to keep on going?”
“Yes, please.”
“I want lots of babies.”
My eyes widened. “How many babies?”
“Well, we can start with one.”
“You like babies?”
He smiled at me. “Love them.”
“Let's see. A hot cowboy, Navy SEAL husband who enjoys kinky sex and loves babies. I think I can live with those terms.”
“You sure?”
“Pretty sure.”
“Say it.”
“I want to marry you, Porter. I want to be your wife.”
“And my sex slave.”
“I thought I already was.”
“Say it.”
“And I want to be your kinky little sex slave.”
“Deal.”
“Deal.”
Epilogue
Porter
Stateside.
Home.
I waited with impatience for the big back doors of our bomber plane to open.
“See you for beers this weekend?” Jackson asked as he lifted his canvas bag over his shoulders.
“Yeah, for sure.”
“Emily told me that Beth found a job.”
“Yeah, she got hired at the hospital doing PR for their fundraising team. She’s pretty excited.”
“Good for her.” A satisfied expression crossed his face.
I smiled in memory of exactly how we celebrated her good news. Involving FaceTime and my favorite rabbit.
“How are you and her parents?”
We were healing. We had a ways to go, but we all wanted the same thing. To get along. “We’re working on it. Her dad was recently elected mayor of New York.”
“No kidding.” He grinned. “You going to make an honest woman of her anytime soon?”
“Working on it.”
“What’s the hold-up?”
“A small Asian man named Roo, who insisted that he needed an opportunity to redeem himself.”
“Do I even want to know?”
I laughed. Damn. Why was I always laughing? It was ruining my tough guy image. “Nope.”
“MacDog.” Someone called Jackson away.
Could these doors open any slower?
Finally, they lowered. I slung my heavy canvas bag over my shoulder and picked up my Sig P266, before walking down the ramp.
And there she was. Tall. Leggy. That gorgeous blond hair blowing in the breeze. She stood beside Emily and lifted her hand to smooth the hair off her cheek. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
My girl-next-door.
So mischievous.
How I got so lucky, I had no idea, but her presence in my life filled me with so much fucking happiness I almost couldn’t breathe.
She paused, and her entire smile radiated joy when she caught sight of me.
Right now, I looked rough as hell and had an attitude to match.
It took a couple days stateside to turn off my inner warrior. After being deployed, I came back too intense, too wound up, too focused. But Beth didn’t seem to mind. Her exact words were that my intensity was ‘hot as fuck’. Which worked out in my favor. My last trip home we fucked so much, I thought my dick would break.
It didn’t.
I studied her, as my long strides ate up the distance between us. She was my second chance.
At happiness.
At living.
At feeling alive.
Maybe I didn’t deserve her, but fuck if I wasn’t going to spend my life doing everything I could to make her happy. As happy as she made me.
A soldier whose name I didn’t know, walked beside me. He gave a low whistled. “Who’s the hot blond?”
“Her name is Beth.”
She ran towards me, and those sweet arms, wrapped around my neck. I tugged her lithe body hard against mine.
Fuck she felt good.
I buried my face into her neck, breathing in all her sweetness.
She lifted her face back. We technically weren’t supposed to engage in sexual affection on the deck, but I stole a hard kiss from those lips.
“You’re home,” she smiled into my eyes.
“Yup,” I kept all the expression off my face.
“And you’re wearing your uniform.”
“They’re called fatigues,” I growled low.
Her pink tongue played with her upper lip, and that small action gave my dick ideas. A lot of dirty ideas.
“Whatever they’re called, your soldier clothes make me hot,” she breathed dramatically. “So hot.”
My huge fucking grin ruined my tough guy act. We both laughed.
Her warmth, her heat, her passion and her fire had melted the ice wall I had built up around my heart.
How did you even thank someone for doing that?
I never could find the right words to tell her how much she meant to me. I tried, but I failed wide in that department. So I tried to show her in a hundred other ways. A lot of those ways involved my dick, but in the end, my goal was her happiness.
Was this normal?
I had no idea, but it was my new normal, and I loved every second of it.
Her gorgeous face beamed up at me, “I missed you.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and crushed her back against me. “I missed you too.”
“Take me home?”
I held her hard against my body. “I’m already home.”
Message from Odette
Dear Reader,
Thank you so much for reading Beth’s story. I hope you enjoyed Porter as much as I did! There is something so delicious about a hot Navy SEAL, isn’t there?
If you enjoyed Beth and Porter’s story, but you haven’t yet read my duet about Emily and Jackson, they are available to read on Amazon. You can check them out here.
I’m excited to announce that I am writing a Hockey Romance Series, which I hope to start releasing end of summer 2018!
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As always, thank you to my sexy boyfriend who is always rooting for me, and the incredible team of women that support me behind the scenes, Parker Huntington, Grace Cheng, Sonia Mendes and the fabulous women of GVWA. I couldn’t do what I do without their help and support.
Profound thanks to my readers who make this amazing career possible. I appreciate each and everyone of you!
Love,
Odette Stone
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Odette Stone lives in Vancouver, Canada. Writing is her passion but when you can pull her away from her stories she loves to read, drink coffee, go for long walks and is particularly fond of action or suspense movies.
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