Wet For Her Warriors (Book 5 of the WILD -- Warriors Intense in Love & Domination -- Boys of Special Forces) Read Online Free PDF

He’d had enough of Benson trying to turn
his silver tongue into a dagger through her heart, which was clearly tied into the
land onto which this fuck wazzle wanted. Vitalized by a mix of fury and hooch,
he stepped past Lani to brace one foot on the landing next to her, the other on
the top stair. “And she’s made her point for tonight. So it’s time for you to
leave, GQ -la-roo.”
    “What the hell?”
Lani flashed a spectacular you’ve-grown-another-head stare. “What—what’s going
on?”
    Benson’s plucked
brows cinched together. “Shockingly, Miss Kail and I agree on something. What is going on?”
    Lani swung her
frown at the man. “They don’t work for you?” Her answer came before she was
done. Benson’s shrug said it all. “Then who the hell—”
    “Do you need
assistance throwing them out?” Pretty Boy didn’t waste time jumping on that
golden opportunity. More accurately, motioning his minions to do so.
    “No.” Lani’s protest
sliced the air, desperate and harsh. “No, damn it. You’re not getting onto the
property in any way, Gunter. Wave your dogs off or I’m calling the
police!”
    Benson’s boys
reacted like that was the best punch line of the week. With matching chortles,
they barely broke their strides toward the stairs. Tait didn’t waste energy on
an answering laugh, but indulged himself inwardly.
    Bring it on, fashion
plates.
    As soon as the first
henchman dared a boot on the bottom stair, he stepped down. “The woman’s made
herself clear, dude. Back off.” He kept his tone conversational. No need to let
these tarts think they were worth anything more.
    Kellan moved
down to flank Tait on the step. All Gunter’s minions tensed. After taking half
a second to fully size Kell up, the henchman in front of him made the first
move. Though the guy wasn’t packing a gun, his chest was as wide as a C-130, his
neck big as the plane’s loading bay. Kell was smart enough to recognize a lucky
break. As soon as the guy cleared two steps, Kell shoved his heel of his palm
into that broad target of an Adam’s apple.
    The C-130
crumpled so quietly that Kell had time to roll his eyes at Tait before the blow
was noticed—and Benson ordered the rest of his posse forward with a snarl.
    Tait grinned.
The boy on his side of the stairs now raced up higher, enraged by watching his
friend get toppled by Kellan. “Come and get some candy, sweet thing.”
    The boy turned
up the speed. Tait smiled wider. The faster the velocity, the better the punch.
Sure enough, the guy ran into his fist hard enough to cause an audible crack of flesh to bone—until the guy’s wail drowned it. He stumbled back,
clutching his bloody nose.
    “What the hell?”
Benson screeched it like they’d taken out his whole pack of Twinkies instead of
the two. “Who do you two meatheads think you are?”
    Tait snickered.
It had to be the vodka at play, but he couldn’t help himself. “Meatheads.
That’s a new one. I kind of like it.”
    “Says the flank
steak,” Kellan drawled while centering himself on the steps with a wide stance,
now directly guarding Lani. Tait had to hand it to the guy. Looking that
daunting in nothing but khakis and an open beach shirt required significant
balls. “Sergeant Kellan Rush at your service, Mr. Benson,” he stated. “This is
my brother at arms, Sergeant Tait Bommer. We’re honored to be assisting Miss
Kail tonight on behalf of the US Army.”
    “Oh my God.” Lani
whispered. “Are you a couple of Franz’s guys?”
    “Would that be a
bad thing?” Tait murmured.
    She didn’t take
her stare off Benson. “I’m not sure yet.”
    “Nice to meet
you, Sergeant.” The new information didn’t shake Benson. The man folded his
arms and advanced by another smug step. “Under different circumstances, I’d
offer to take you boys out for a beer to thank you for your service. But as
they say, this situation is what it is—and I’m sure that my friends at PACOM
would be interested to