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

learn how a couple of their boys pulled my men into this
dust-up without provocation or—”
    This time Kellan
joined Tait in his laugh, sharp enough to cut off the bastard. “First, I don’t
see a spec of ‘dust,’ man—though that can be arranged if you’re disappointed. Secondly,
go right ahead and call your fancy mucks in Honolulu. I’m sure they’ll also be
eager to know how the local ‘businessmen’ of their islands are showing up at
private residences where they’re not wanted and demanding entrance, anyway.”  
    Benson was still
unfazed. Tait snorted and shook his head. Some idiots didn’t get the message. Times
like these were when it came in handy to let the vodka fairies fly away with a
guy’s inhibitions.  
    “Hey, Slash? You’re
being nice, aren’t you?” He stepped down to the same level as Kellan and
backhanded his partner’s chest. “This is strange. He’s not usually the nice
one. But that means we can’t have fun, because I don’t feel like being
so pleasant right now. Not when a beautiful new friend of mine has been barged
in on like this, slapped with threats thinner than rubbers from a truck stop
bathroom, then told she might as well not fight the asswads who made them,
because it’s ‘for her own good’.” As he lowered his hand, he cracked his
knuckles. “Shit like that makes my blood hot, especially when I’ve been
drinking. And fuuuck, have I been drinking.”
    Kellan emitted a
tight groan. “Goddamnit, T-Bomb. You that determined to live up to the
call-sign tonight?”
    Near the bottom
of the steps, there was a man giggle. Tait glanced over to watch the jeer
spilling from one of Benson’s goon boys. The dude had a lanky build, eyes like
a rat, and a layer of stubble of which he was clearly proud, complete with
styling product worked into the scruff.
    C’mon, Benson.
Let this pup off his leash. Let them all off. The itch to rumble with
these posers was a fire in Tait’s blood. Okay, so it was displaced fire. He
wasn’t so drunk that he didn’t recognize that truth. What his body really
craved was friction of a different kind, learning every incredible curve of his
beach goddess’s body. Yyeeaahh, that was happening sometime…never. The woman
already protected her land like a wrathful divinity, which made her
person a no-fly zone. And studying her bikini—for pure recon purposes of course—made
him note a snug custom fit along with snap-lock closures instead of string ties.
The garment was made for utility, not intimacy. Not that he couldn’t get her
out of it in less than a minute, with the proper invitation…
    Goddamnit, he
needed to pummel something.
    “Casey.” Benson’s
clipped command didn’t bode well for that cause. “Don’t waste your time on the
nice soldiers. They’re likely getting ready for a trip to Lihue, hoping they’ll
be able to buy some ‘entertainment’ for the night. It’s sad, but some people
need to do that.”
    “And some just name
theirs ‘Casey’ and keep it on a pretty leash.”
    All really
wasn’t lost. The crack did the trick. Casey’s lips curled before he pounded up
the steps toward Tait. Adrenaline rushed Tait’s blood, mixing with the alcohol,
sending him into a weird kind of high. Yeah, this was good. The euphoria he’d
been seeking for six months. The nirvana of not giving a fuck whether he lived
or died. Finally .
    When the kid
reached him, Tait stayed open long enough to let the boy land a solid fist to
his gut. To any outsider, the blow became Tait’s justification for retaliation.
He took the punch with pleasure, curling his arm under and thrusting up with a
satisfied grunt. The pup had washboard abs, but they were conditioned by weight
machines, not battle drills. Damn. That meant the kid would only last one or
two more whacks before slinking off in tears like his friend. Where were some
serious warriors when a guy needed to taste blood?
    Luckily, Casey’s
buddies surged up, eager to help answer that