SEAL My Home: Bad Boys of SEAL Team 3, Book 2 (SEAL Brotherhood Series 9) Read Online Free PDF Page A

sound of music floated in from the other room where Megan had disappeared to when she got dressed ahead of him. He slipped on his cargos and tee shirt, which now smelled of their combined sweat from the embrace in the bookstore. Barefoot, he traveled without a sound and found her sitting at her dining table, ankles crossed, hands clasped together. She’d put on some comfortable jeans and a sweatshirt. She’d left her hair down and he pictured what her nude form would look like perched on the bed waiting for him. Wet strands coiled around the back of her neck. Their shower had gone on so long the water was used up and Rory had to finish in the cold.
    Megan sat like a little girl, waiting. She was dazzling with no makeup. A beauty with skin like Venus. Hair combed just enough, but mostly messed up, like he loved it. Suddenly, he realized the situation he’d created, as well as the enormity of the problem ahead of him. Was he just getting rusty at doing this? Or was he tired of it all?
    He took a seat across from her as she watched him. He placed his palms over her folded fingers and saw her jump. She was prepared for what he usually told girls at this point.
    “I don’t really want to go, but I have to, Megan.” His nervousness matched her actions.
    “I understand.” Her brave smile broke his heart. He really didn’t want to do this, but he knew he had to. He had no right stringing her along.
    “I enjoyed this—”
    “Please, Rory. Don’t tell me things that are not true. Just go. You don’t have to do anything but thank me. I had a wonderful time.”
    He suddenly liked her better when she needed him. Tilting his head, he was about to ask her a question when she interrupted his thoughts.
    “I’m fine. Really. Don’t ruin the evening by saying something stupid, something you don’t mean.”
    But this was stupid. Really stupid. The charm of the late afternoon and evening was wearing off. He’d wanted to linger in her arms, but now he was awake. What the hell was he thinking? She was rejecting him. She wanted to be rid of him .
    He stood, expecting her to stand and walk him to the door, perhaps hint at some future reconnection, but she did none of those. Megan walked back to her bedroom, slipping past him without touching, without looking, and slammed the door.
    The Scupper was filled with lovelies from the beaches and regular Navy guys who wanted to be mistaken for SEALs. They were too loud and too interested in the ladies to be Team Guys. He scanned the back and found a table for six with Tyler, T.J., Fredo and their newbie corpsman, Derek. The young kid from Oregon would be deploying with them in three months.
    On his way over to the table, one of the regular Navy guys bumped into him and spilled beer down his chest. He stepped back and examined the wet stain going down his front, onto his pants, and swore under his breath.
    “You fuckin’ swear at me, son?” the Navy guy asked. He was a nasty drunk, and was easily forty pounds heavier and about three inches taller. Rory sized him up right away as a bully. His entourage looked to be no older than eighteen and probably easily distracted with a little alcohol and frog hogs. They smirked back at Rory and suddenly he didn’t like it. He didn’t like that he had to leave Megan’s bed to go experience this. He didn’t like that he had to wear beer which would smell like piss the rest of the evening. He didn’t like that this guy had the wits of a flea and wanted to pick a fight with someone he knew nothing about.
    He heard Fredo’s chair move and knew he’d have to be quick about it. Rory punched the guy right under his nose and swung up, which instantly sent blood spurting up and over him, covering his colleagues behind him. Fredo was behind Rory in a flash and restrained his arms while T.J. and Tyler were between the crowd and the now immobilized Rory to make sure there was no further bloodshed.
    “You fuckin’ hotheaded pussy, Rory,” Fredo spewed as