“Don’t give me your gratitude, give me your word you won’t go at this alone.”
Fucking hell.
In the beginning, there were days when I wondered if I’d made the right decision getting out of the Navy. If I’d taken the coward’s way out because my ego was bruised, I was no longer fit for deployment. I could train SEALs but I couldn’t be one. I’d be a man with a trident pinned on my uniform, but everyone would know I was a has-been. A washed-up, team guy reduced to the compound.
But now I knew differently. There was no other place for me. I needed my brothers more than I needed the uniform.
“You got my word.”
Drake jerked his chin. After that, I said my goodbyes and got back to work.
I sat on the edge of Shiloh’s bed and brushed her hair off her shoulder. I knew she was awake even though her eyes remained closed. There was no way my girl would miss me unlocking her front door. But if she had she certainly wouldn’t have missed me entering her bedroom.
“Did you bring in the condoms?” she muttered sleepily.
I was smiling when I told her, “No.”
I smiled bigger when she grumpily told me, “Go get them.”
“Babe, I just got off work and I haven’t talked to you since lunchtime when you told me you were crawling into bed for a nap. Maybe we can talk some before we get down to business.”
Shiloh pried open one eye and crinkled her forehead.
“You look like an angry pirate.” I chuckled.
My woman didn’t look amused when her other eye snapped open and she scowled.
“No, I look like a woman who was promised something last night and didn’t get to cash in. Condoms, handsome. Now.”
“Really? And what were you promised?”
“Orgasms. Lots and lots of orgasms. And you better hurry; if my pager goes off before I receive them, I might do something regrettable.”
I wasn’t sure if she was dodging us talking or if she was in need. We’d spent the better part of the week teasing each other. Not that our foreplay hadn’t ended spectacularly but there were more pleasurable ways to end the festivities. Ways that would turn spectacular into fucking fantastic.
“This morning—”
“Luke,” Shiloh groaned. “Please. I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye, I will tell you all about my morning and my talk with Gordy if you please go out to your truck and get the condoms.”
So, she was in need.
“Don’t need condoms to take the edge off, baby.”
And I didn’t. I’d spent a fair amount of time with my mouth between Shiloh’s legs. I could get her off and soaring in under five minutes.
“You’ve got two minutes, Luke. After that, I’m tackling you and we’re using the old pull and pray method.”
“Bossy,” I muttered.
“Luke,” she moaned again, and I smiled.
“All right, baby, I’ll go get the condoms.” I bent forward and kissed her neck. “Get naked for me. I wanna see you spread out for me when I come back.”
“Now who’s bossy?”
Shiloh shivered when my tongue traced the shell of her ear.
“You gonna be naked with your legs spread for me?” Shiloh nodded. “Good.”
I got up, went out to my truck, grabbed the condoms from the glovebox where I’d stored them, and retraced my steps back to her room.
Shiloh was naked, sheets thrown off, knees bent with the soles of her feet on the mattress, spread open for me.
“Christ, you’re sexy,” I told her from the doorway.
She lifted her head off the pillow and our gazes locked.
Those pretty pastel eyes darkened with desire.
“I could stand here all day just staring at you,” I told her and tossed the box of condoms on her dresser. “Spread wider for me, Shiloh.”
She did as I asked and I toed off my shoes.
“Last night I lay all alone in your bed thinking about you,” I continued and pulled my shirt off. “The sheets smell like you.” I ditched my shirt, picked up the box of condoms, walked to the edge of the bed, and dropped the box by Shiloh’s hip. “It was torture lying there thinking about you. Open the box, baby, get one out.”
I unbuttoned my jeans and Shiloh’s gaze lowered to my hands. “I couldn’t stop thinking about the sounds you make when you touch yourself. How hot you are when you grind your pussy in my face when you’re close.” I heard the box rip open as I pushed my pants and boxers