Page 20 of Flint's Battle

She laughed, pulling him even closer, not that he could get any closer. “Definitely Neanderthal.”

“I can’t help it if you’ve completely drained me. Talk about setting a high bar.” He pulled back a bit. Frowned. “You okay?”

“Devastated in the best possible way. Why?”

He shifted so he could brush his thumb along one cheek — wipe at a few tears that must have slipped free when she’d come so damn hard she’d thought she’d died.

She pressed into the touch, not caring that he’d pushed her that far. “What can I say. You. That.”

He laughed, and god, it made the man glow. “You’re hilarious. Now, do we shower, again, or just say fuck it and collapse. I’m edging toward the latter, by the way, because I’m not sure I can move.”

“I can definitely get behind fuck it. Though, is this a good time to tell you I promised the girls I’d go surfing with them in the morning? Way too early? And that all the other guys will be there, and I really want you to join me.” She nodded toward the rest of the house. “I’ve got a spare board with your name on it.”

He snorted, this time. “I realize being a SEAL implies I’m one with the water, but I don’t surf.”

“Correction. You didn’t use to surf. I happen to know from a very reliable source that you’ve been secretly practicing, and that you’re a natural.”

“And now, I have the perfect reason to kick Bowie’s ass. The bastard can’t keep his damn mouth shut.”

“Does that translate into a yes?”

“I’m not a natural. In fact, I suck at it.”

Emery shrugged. “Good. Because it would be nice to be better than you at something.”

“You outshined me tonight.”

“Oh no. You were freaking masterful. Out in the field and in here, so…” She levered up. Kissed him in the hopes she could sway him. “I’ll make you a deal.”

He arched his brow. “This should be interesting.”

“You hold me all night, then come surfing with me in the morning, and I’ll treat you to breakfast. Then we can come back here, and we can spend the rest of the day wrapped up in each other.”

“Right. You’re grounded tomorrow.”

“We can do whatever you want. All day.” She winked. “After I give you the best damn blowjob of your life.”

His eyelids fluttered as his neck bobbed. “You don’t fight fair.”

“Fair’s overrated.” She nipped at his chin. “Well, sailor? We have a deal?”

“You promise not to laugh or dump my ass because I can barely stand up on that board?”

Dump his ass? Had he just implied they were a couple? Because thinking that’s what he’d meant prickled tears in her eyes.

She thumbed his jaw. “Promise. Well, maybe not the laughing part, but I have every intention of keeping you around. Maybe upping those odds to seventy-thirty.”

“Oh, sweetheart. You’ve already pushed them to ninety to ten. And you’ve got a deal. Which means we’re dragging our sorry asses to the shower for a quick rinse so I’m halfway presentable in the morning.”

“I hope you plan on doing all the work, because I’m halfway to fuck it.”

That had him lowered over her. “That sounds like a challenge that has round three written all over it. So, breathe. This is going to get interesting.”

CHAPTER 7

“You know,Flint, only you would take the perfect opportunity to charm Emery and turn it into a freaking Black Ops mission.” Quinn crossed his arms over his chest as he braced his feet apart, nodding at Carter and Bowie.

The two other men stepped up beside him, somewhat boxing Flint in.

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