Badass: A Stepbrother SEAL Romance (6 page)

The night before the dinner, I had an erotic dream about last spring’s one-night sex fest with the barnacle-diving dude, Shane. He was fucking me, slowly and deliciously, and I could see his cock between us, sliding in and out of me while I jerked my pelvis against him.

I woke up in a sweat, my core fluttering. Damn, damn, damn. I needed sex. A boyfriend. A partner. Just a wild and crazy fuck. It had been so long! Had I ever gone this long without having an actual man between my thighs? I’d been making do with my vibrator for so many months now that the thing must be worn smooth. It worked for making me come, but, damn, I wanted to be cuddled and kissed and held.

What I really wanted was Shane. I didn’t even know why I wanted him. I didn’t even like the guy!

But, damn, that boy could fuck.

Chapter 10—Shane

“Mom, I told you, I can’t. I’m working all night.”

And no, I didn’t want to meet her fucking boyfriend, even if I hadn’t been roped into a twenty-four hour shift on the base. It was Hell Week after all and I had to train these jackasses how to survive on five hours of sleep during five and a half days. If these guys thought BUD/S was hard, they didn’t have a clue what was in store for them. Training was nothing compared to being stuck out in the middle of the ocean, no clue how long you’d be trapped in the water before you could break your cover. I’d rather be busting their balls to ensure they were able to watch my brothers’ backs than making nice with the guy who was fucking my mom.

I cocked my head, half listening to my mom rambling on about how I had to meet Henry. I’d heard it all before, another one of my mom’s boyfriends who would come into her life and fill her head with false promises. Ever since my dad left when I was a kid, I’d been dealing with these pricks.

Though I had to admit—it had been years since she’d been serious about someone.

“Shane—we could make it dinner right near your work at the Hotel del Coronado? That way you could just run up from the beach and say hello.” Her voice cracked, this was important to her.

Fuck. “Fine mom, I’ll stop in and say hi, but I can’t stay longer than a few minutes.”

Henry. She hadn’t stopped talking about that dude since she’d met him. Rich, pretentious asshole from San Diego. Even owned a mansion on the beach in Coronado, which was minimum a cool three million. Had a daughter, probably one of those liberal Ivy League bitches who hated the military and saw us SEALs as psychos. Though not all rich girls were like that—Cassie didn’t seem to be stuck up, though I barely knew her. Nine months later, I still couldn’t stop thinking about her sweet pussy.

I needed to get laid soon, and erase her memory from my mind. The other night had been a waste. No sign of Cassie on the beach during my dive, so I’d called it a night.

My recruits stood in front of me in the sand, their bodies shaking from being wet, their muscles trembling from physical pain. Time to kick some ass.

These men had a long week in front of them—basically being wet, sandy and miserable.

For the next six hours, we schooled the recruits. Smoke grenades blasted, sirens wailed. Pushups, flutter kicks, surf torture, mind games. My fellow SEALs and I tormented these men. It was a blur, a rush, a chaotic mindfuck. And I loved every second watching them squirm. But it wasn’t because I was a sadist—our training exercises were necessary to give the tadpoles the skills they needed to keep their fellow SEALs safe. This wasn’t some fucked up reality show trying to play the “my dick is bigger than yours” game—this was real life, this was training for war.

I’d almost forgotten about my promise to my mom. I glanced at my watch, fuck. It was six-thirty and I told her I’d be there at six. When I reached into the pockets of my cammies and grabbed my phone, yup, it was lit up like a glow stick with texts from my mom. “Shane, are you coming? We’re sitting on the patio. Please, this is important to me.”

I turned to my buddy Pat. “Hey, I have to run up to the Del and say hi to my mom. Be back in ten.”

“No worries, man. I got your six.” I smiled; my brothers always had my back. We were more than Teammates—we were bonded for life. These men would do anything for me, and I’d give my life for them.

My camel-colored boots treaded through the sand. It was so fucking hot today my body couldn’t tell if I was in San Diego or Afghanistan. My long-sleeved blue tee shirt clung to my chest. The tourists were wearing sundresses and khakis even though it was the beginning of December. Yup, I’d fit right in.

I walked past the Del’s wintertime ocean view beachfront ice skating rink. I scanned the patio, searching for my mom. The outdoor seating area was huge, all tables facing the glorious Coronado sunset. The grand resort loomed in the distance, the place that L. Frank Baum based Oz on: Victorian architecture, red roofs, white wooden cabanas. Everything looked even grander at Christmas time, decorated with 100,000 glittering lights, a humungous Christmas tree. I’d spent so much of my life staring at this building during BUD/S; rich playboys relaxing on the same beach where SEAL recruits were being tortured never sat right with me.

My mom waved and walked over to me. I almost didn’t recognize her—instead of wearing her usual uniform of cargo shorts and tank tops, she was dressed in white linen pants and a flowy pink blouse. I don’t think I’d ever seen her in pink. Fuck, this guy was already changing her from a Montana salt of the earth woman to a So Cal socialite.

“Shane. You made it! Thank you. They can’t wait to meet you.”

They? He brought his daughter? We walked toward the table and a silver-haired man stood up to greet me. Turned away from the table, was a girl—with hair as bright as a flame.

Cassie?

No fucking way. It couldn’t be. I studied Henry’s face—same fair skin, same emerald eyes, same shape of mouth.

For a cruel second, I thought this was some kind of joke set up by my buddies, roping my mom into it. But I quickly dismissed that thought—none of them had ever met Cassie, and though my mom definitely had a mischievous streak, this was no prank. This was just straight fucked up.

Her head whipped around when her father put his hand on her shoulder.

My Cassie.

One glance at me, and her face went pale.

“Shane, this is Henry. And his daughter, Cassie.”

“Nice to meet you, Henry.” I shook Henry’s hand.

“Nice to meet you, son.”

I walked around the table to Cassie and kissed her on the cheek. “Pleasure to meet you,” I said out loud. Then I whispered under my breath, “I can’t wait to fuck you again.” She bit her lip and her chin quivered.

Fucking hot. She looked even sexier than I remembered. Her skin was tanner, her hair longer, her lips fuller. The image of her riding my cock, her face flushed with pleasure, flashed through my mind.

What were the odds? There were hundreds of thousands of chicks in San Diego and I happen to find and fuck the daughter of my mom’s boyfriend. Guess both Cassie and her dad liked to go slumming.

One of the Victorian carolers the Del hired was singing “Deck the Halls” with her hands in a fur muff—the only muff I wanted to put my hands in was Cassie’s.

Fuck—I had wanted to see her again, but not like this. Though I had to admit, I found this whole situation funny as shit.

I pulled the chair out next to Cassie and grabbed the menu. Cassie’s ears were turning red. The tablecloth covered our legs, and my hand clamped down on her thigh. I was making her uncomfortable. As for me, I was just happy to be sitting next to the girl who had starred in my fantasies for the last nine months.

A waiting waitress ran over. “Can I get you something?”

My mom interjected. “Oh, I don’t think he can stay very long.”

I had no intention of exiting this scene early. I texted my instructor buddy Pat to tell him I was taking a dinner break. “No mom, actually I’m starving. I’ll have the New York Strip, medium rare and a martini. Make it dirty.”

Chapter 11—Cassie

It was as if I was seeing everything through wavy glass. Or through a face mask at 50 feet below the surface where the depth of the water makes everything too dark. Shane, the man I had stranger-fucked or maybe hate-fucked. Whom I’d stupidly given my number to. Who’d never called, never texted.

Shane the asshole, Shane the dick. Shane the bad boy stud who still made guest appearances in my most erotic dreams.

Through my fog, I was a little slow to get it. Shane wasn’t just strolling through the restaurant, maybe checking out the chicks for his next mark. He was here, with us, being introduced as if Molly knew him. Which, of course, she did. As his blue eyes burned into mine, I saw how similar those eyes were to Molly’s blues. And his mouth—god damn, it was her mouth. Shane was Molly’s son.

My stomach lurched in horror. I’d had sex with Molly’s son. Molly was with my Dad now. So that was—Jesus, I didn’t know exactly what that was, but it was enough to make my head swim and my eyes glass over.

What if they found out? I had to keep it together. If I passed out here at the table, everybody would know something was wrong.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. How had this happened? I’d fucked exactly one man in the past year and he’d been Molly’s son?

I’d learned during the meal that the jerk was a Navy SEAL. Which must be one of the reasons why Molly had been so happy to meet my dad. Her son was located in San Diego with his Team. San Diego was where he lived and worked and preyed on foolish women like me.

“Would you like another drink?” the server asked me.

My glass wasn’t entirely empty, but I gulped it down now. “Please.” My voice didn’t sound like me. My heart was pounding so hard I could hardly speak.

He had kissed my cheek! I was still burning from the brief contact. Pretending he didn’t know me, huh?

God, I was so tempted to blurt something out to prove that he did know me. He knew my whole damn body. I had an image of him looming over me, his pecs bulging as he held his weight on his raised arms and thrust his hips against mine while I writhed beneath him, driven into a frenzy by the quick, hard pressure of his cock.

But I controlled myself before I could make some wiseass remark that might reveal the whole messed-up situation. How bad was it? Shane and I had fucked once. Well, maybe it had been more like four times, plus a couple of blowjobs and some other stuff. It had been a busy night.

But my dad and his mom had been seeing each other for months.
They
were fucking. Did that make what Shane and I had done that night incestuous?

I think all the blood had drained from my head when he’d first appeared, but it must be back now because my cheeks were hot and I was blushing. That happened too often. My red hair, I guess.

Not incest, I told myself. Shane and I weren’t related. We were adults. We hadn’t grown up together or anything weird like that. There was nothing wrong in what we’d done. Stupid, yeah, but not wrong.

How were we supposed to know that Molly and my Dad were about to start a relationship?

Through the fog I started being able to make out what everybody was saying. Only a few seconds had passed, but the way my brain had processed it all, it seemed as if time had gotten sticky. Everything slowed to a crawl. I guess I’d smiled and nodded and made the appropriate noises while the introductions were going on, but now I was going to have to participate in the conversation. And I saw at once that Shane wasn’t going to make this easy for me.

“So, Cassie—that’s your name, right—what do you do for a living? Or do you stay at home and play golf with your father?”

“I’m a grad student at UCSD. I study marine biology.” He was stroking my thigh under the tablecloth, his fingers slowly drifting up toward my crotch. I wanted to jerk away, but I was self-conscious about making any sudden movements. Everyone was looking at me.

“Marine biology? So you must know all about the laws concerning marine animals around here, right? I hear there’s a real problem with the tourists and even some of the researchers from SeaWorld and Scripps messing with the sea lions over in the Children’s Cove. Thinking they can save the sick or injured ones, instead of letting nature take its course.”

If looks could kill, asshole, SEAL or not, you’d be dead meat.
“And you, wow, you’re a Navy SEAL? Are you even allowed to talk about that? One of my friends was going out with a SEAL, and he told her he scraped barnacles off boats for a living.”

I noticed that Dad and Molly were giving us funny looks, so I dialed it down a bit. I couldn’t let them find out. That would be horrible in so many ways.

I tried to smile at him, as if I were impressed with his SEALiness. I wasn’t. Big deal. So that’s why he was buff and hard-assed and full of himself. I knew the SEALs did dangerous missions in hot spots all over the world and I respected them for their service. They were amazingly versatile and talented—only the best of the best passed the rigorous requirements of SEAL training. But I’d also heard from a couple of friends I knew who’d dated Special Forces types that a lot of them were arrogant, aggressive and prone to screwing around. They had tough jobs, no doubt, but all the pressure they were under probably didn’t make them good boyfriend material.

Boyfriend material? Who was I kidding? Shane had been a quick and dirty fuck, not a boyfriend.

And now? Now I didn’t know what the hell he was.

It got worse. When all our drinks had been refreshed, Dad and Molly exchanged a meaningful glance. He reached over and took her hand in his. It was then that I noticed she was wearing a huge rock on her left hand. I was pretty sure that wasn’t the sort of ring a Montana fishing guide could afford.

Oh my God. I realized what was coming. My glance cut to Shane’s as I briefly panicked. He looked oblivious. Typical male. He might have superior night vision and be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, but wouldn’t even notice a diamond ring.

“We had a special reason for inviting you both here today,” my father said. “We have an announcement to make.”

He and Molly beamed at each other. A frown line deepened Shane’s forehead. Yeah. He was getting suspicious at last.