Page 44 of The Playboy SEAL
Raising my brow, I shake my head again. “If anyone saw my group text, I would be sent to prison and then flogged to death.”
That forces her smile to disappear.
“I’m joking, Teala.” Somewhat. I palm the side of her face with both hands. “What?” I see questions in her eyes. “What’s on your mind?”
“I was just thinking about what you said at yourparents’ house. What do you do during deployments? Consider me a military virgin. I know nothing.” A fact that’s both alluring and frustrating.
I sigh. “I liked where things were headed when you were jealous,” I exclaim.
She slides her hands down my biceps, over my chest, and down to the button on my jeans. With a grin, she cocks her head in question.
“Yes. That jealousy,” I encourage. Closing my eyes, I wait.
“You’ll have to tell me things eventually, you know?” She unbuttons and unzips my pants and then stills.
I peek at her through one lowered lid.
“We’re not pretending anymore,” she says.
“When I’m deployed I do what you…assume I do.”
“Call of Duty?” she asks innocently. She wants real answers. My stomach rolls.
I smile. “No. NotCall of Dutyat all. Although I think they’ve replicated our uniforms pretty spot-on by my last account.”
She stares at me.
“There are missions and bad guys.”
She stares some more.
“It’s dangerous sometimes and boring at other times. I use weapons and eat shitty food.” More staring. Fuck. “I’ll be able to call you while I’m away.”
Her eyebrows rise. Finally.
“Connectivity is pretty good on the larger bases, which is where I’m usually at. The smaller outstations have spotty connection, but I’ll always be able to get in touch.” Or so I’ve seen with my friends who havespouses to report back to.
“That doesn’t sound too bad, although I have nothing to compare it to. What if it’s harder than I anticipate?”
I wave my palms in front of me. “Wait, wait, wait. We haven’t even fucked yet. We could be completely incompatible and never see each other again after this.”
“This?” she says, pointing to the floor. “Like, we’re going to do it now? Shouldn’t we make it special? We did the prison sentence of four dates.”
I love that she ignores my barb. It was such a lie it wasn’t even worth her responding. The second my dick sinks home, I know it will feel like home—the opposite of incompatible.
She stares out the window again.
“You’re overthinking it again,” I say.
“Can we do it at your house?” she asks, slinging her hands on her hips.
“We aren’t teenagers, Teala. Stop saying we’re going to do it.” I chastise.
She laughs.
“I’m going to love you all dowwn,” I croon, grabbing her by the waist. Pressing my groin into her, I hump her a few times for good measure. Teala gags and leans over to fake retch. I pull her ass against my cock because the urge is too hard to resist.
“That was a record,” she says, shaking her head, glancing up over her shoulder. “You haven’t rapped during a conversation in, like, twelve hours.”
