Casey kept telling herself that all she had with Hawk was hot, pounding sex. After all what more could there be? It wasn’t as if she could ever hope to hold the interest of a man like him for long.
However, when her Navy Seal, Hawk Malone, returns from his assignment, he is ready to use all tactical and unconventional means to prove to her that there was nothing wrong in daring to believe in your dreams.
Warning: This 8,900 word story contains explicit sex acts with a steaming hot Navy Seal.
Even over the music, the clear, deep voice wafted to her from just over her shoulder. Her head whipped round, her chest constricting with hope and not a little bit of fear thanks to the edge evident in that all too familiar voice.
She turned in the circle of Steve’s arm and came smack into facing the last person she’d expected to see right then.
“Hawk! You’re back!”
“Yeah,” he said slowly, his eyes fastened on Steve’s hand resting on her hip. “You miss me?” he added on a soft note, looking back up at her with a narrowed glint in his eye.
Casey squirmed beneath Hawk’s piercing gaze, not knowing what to say. She couldn’t stop staring at him dressed in his blue jeans and white tee topped with a close-fitting leather jacket. Damn he looked so fine in black leather. Just like that, she felt that long-missed pulsing between her thighs and bit her bottom lip, glancing quickly beside her at Steve. He was observing Hawk with a quizzical air.
“Uh…Steve, meet Hawk,” she said abruptly, for want of something to say. Both men shook hands and nodded at each other. Casey couldn’t help seeing a slight wince cross Steve’s face as Hawk’s hand closed firmly around his for a moment. The handshake broke and Steve smiled mildly. Both men were about the same height; above six feet but Hawk’s frame was far bulkier than the lithe Steve.
“Nice to meet you, ah…Hawk. Well, Casey, are we leaving now?” Steve asked, his hand running up and down her back warmly, his look proprietary as he looked down at her and then with a smirk at the stone-faced Hawk.
“I don’t think so,” Hawk said lightly before Casey could reply, his hand wrapping around Casey’s wrist. His fingers then slid upwards over her arm in a vice-like grip.
Casey drew in an angry breath, trying to snatch her arm away but his hold was too strong.
“How about a dance, babe?” he asked, barely taking his eyes away from the frowning Steve.
“I don’t think so,” Casey snapped, throwing his words back at him. How dare he just show up out of nowhere and demand she dance with him? And why did he have to act like he flipping owned the place? Owned her?
“Steve and I were just about to leave,” she said with a prim, satisfied smile, which she turned on her companion. He smirked.
“That’s right – Hawk,” Steve said smugly, his hand on her waist pulling Casey away.
Casey gasped as Hawk pulled her hand the other way, giving her the sudden feeling of being in the middle of a tug-of-war. For heaven’s sake! They were both acting like first-graders.
“If you really think I’m going to stand back and let you simply leave here with him…” Hawk’s teeth were gritted, blazing eyes meeting Casey’s equally stormy gaze.
Jade Canyon is a travel writer turned erotic romance author. When not writing steamy tales she can usually be found sipping an espresso at a Paris café or sitting on a nude beach in St Maarten. Most of her stories feature exotic locations, gorgeous local men and hot nights.