SEAL's Desire (Alpha SEALs Coronado #1) - Makenna Jameison Page 0,1
up a few other places.”
“Damn. I hope she doesn’t hang around there long,” Blake said with a laugh. “They’ve got the best beers on tap, so I can’t stay away forever.”
“Maybe you’ll just have to fuck her again,” Logan said.
“Wouldn’t be a hardship,” Blake agreed. “She had a great rack and was a wildcat in bed. But I’ve got the feeling that she’s the clingy type. One more night with her, and she’ll think we’re going steady.”
“Who’s going steady?” Jackson “K-Bar” Clinefield asked as he landed, and the others howled with laughter. Jackson sauntered over, grinning from ear to ear. “Damn that was awesome.”
“No one’s going steady,” Blake said. “But we are hitting the town tonight in search of some pretty women.”
“Amen to that!” Grayson “Ghost” Douglass yelled out as he landed and jogged toward them. “Watch out women of San Diego—we’re coming for you!”
***
Three hours later, Blake was sitting beside his buddies as he tipped back a longneck and took a long pull of his beer. Country music blasted from the speakers, the tables were packed, and waitresses walked around in skimpy tops and cowboy hats. It definitely wasn’t the same as their usual hangout, but it worked for the moment. They’d already stopped by a dive bar for round one earlier. And the night was still young.
“Can I bring you fellas some more drinks?” a pretty waitress said, her brown hair swishing around her as she stopped at their table.
“How about your number?” Grayson asked, smiling appreciatively at her.
Blake’s gaze slid over her, landing on her chest as he took in her tight top. She was attractive, no doubt, but the way she flirted with every man in here wasn’t too appealing. It didn’t seem to bother Grayson though, who was currently looking at her like she was the only woman in the world.
“Maybe if you play your cards right,” she said with a wink.
“Looking good, Shawna!” another man called out as he passed her. She waved but then looked back at Grayson.
“What time do you get off?” he asked.
“Depends on what time you’re leaving,” she teased. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder, and Blake noticed her hot pink fingernails. The woman he’d been with last night had been really into makeup and her nails, too. A total high maintenance chick.
Women like that were fun for a couple of nights—they enjoyed wearing sexy clothes when they went out and were often eager to please the man they were with. That type of personality got old really quick though. Sometimes you just wanted a low-key night without the woman you were with constantly worried about her clothes and lipstick.
“Then let me take you home right now, sweetheart,” Grayson said with a smile.
The men howled with laughter, Troy nudging Grayson. “Attaboy!”
“Tell me you have some single friends,” Ethan “Everglades” Flannigan said, watching in amusement. “You can’t let my boy Grayson here have all the fun tonight. You’re gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but I’m sure you must have some friends working here. Don’t deprive us of meeting them.”
She laughed like he’d said the funniest thing in the entire world. “Some of the waitresses here might be interested. Are you guys in the Navy?”
“Guilty as charged,” Logan said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “But don’t worry, we’re not shipping out this weekend. We could stick around here for the night if you and the other ladies will be off soon.”
She glanced up at the clock on the wall. “We’re not off until ten. Think you fellas can wait around?”
“I could work with that,” Grayson said with a grin.
“Hell yeah, me too,” Logan agreed. “Tell the other women to come over and say hi.”
“Why don’t you bring us another round of beers?” Ethan said, finishing off the one he was holding. He set the empty bottle on her tray, taking in an eyeful of her cleavage as she leaned over. “We’re good with hanging out here for a while.”
“Sure thing. Let me send some of my friends over, and I’ll be back soon with more drinks,” she said, winking at them again before turning and walking away.
Blake watched her sashay off, loving the way her jeans clung to her ass. Even if she wasn’t really his type, he had to admit she had a rocking body. Great boobs. Great ass.
Hell.
The woman he’d been with last night had been smoking hot, too, but she couldn’t have found her way out of a paper bag.
“Damn, she is fine,”