Roar (Military Bad Boy Billionaire Romance) (Soldiers of Fortune Book 4) by Aubrey Irons Read Free Book Online

laugh.

    I mean, I'm also rock hard seeing her lithe nude body scramble up the bed snatching at sheets to cover herself. But it's too late, and I can't help myself as the peels of laughter come roaring out of my mouth.

    Part of it is relief, seeing as that's what I interrupted instead of some intruder hurting her, and there's a pang of familiarity in seeing those curves, and that line of her hip, and those perfect pink nipples; none of which I've ever managed to get out of my head.

    Not that I could even if wanted to; as if I've been trying all that hard.

    "What the fuck , Bryce!?"

    I have to chuckle, seeing her look so furious at me; "Well, excuse me . I was coming in to help you," I start to laugh again; "But I don't think you need any help coming by the looks of things."

    Peyton yanks the sheets up higher to her chin and glares at me with brightly flushed cheeks; "I don't know what you think -"

    "Peyton." I lean against wall behind me and smirk; "Like I don't know what you sound and look like when you're-"

    " Enough , Jesus," She says, wincing and shaking her head; "What are you doing here, Bryce?"

    "Says the girl who broke into our offices, stole a bunch of money, and hijacked my plane to fly halfway around the world to, what, shoot her way into wherever Benson's got Logan and save him yourself?"

    She's quiet for a second, which is a fucking rarity; "It was Logan's plane.”

    " Technically , it was my plane, but we're splitting hairs."

    "I wasn't going to sit there while everyone hemmed and hawed about plans while Logan is- God , while my brother is who the hell knows -"

    "Jesus, Peyton," I narrow my eyes at her; "You think you're the only one that calls him brother? What the fuck were you even thinking?"

    "That I don't need you to protect me , that's what," She spits out.

    I roll my eyes and look away. I know this Peyton; the surly, take-no-shit, tough-as-nails girl from the other side of the tracks act. Thing is, it's not really an act at all, which is one of the reason I l- Well, why I like her. Or liked .

    Or, whatever.

    Peyton isn't like, well, any other girl out there. I mean, I love the Archer sisters like they were my own flesh and blood, but there's something different about Peyton Rivers that's just different than them. Those girls have had rough times in life, but Peyton's the kind of person who's seen the face of the devil and taken the time to spit in it.

    Kinda like me, which sort of explains the attraction in the first place, I guess.

    "You do, actually. Need my protection, that is."  Truth be told, in most situations, she wouldn't. Peyton's tough, but add four years of Logan teaching her how to fight, shoot, and know her perimeters and her enemy has that girl in probably better fighting shape than I ever was even when I was in the Marines.

    Peyton opens and then closes her mouth; "I'm not going back," She finally says, setting her jaw and glaring at me.

    "Yeah I didn't think you would."

    "I'm serious, Bry-"

    "So am I."

    She keeps her glare at me another moment before the tension seems to diffuse half a degree in the room, and she exhales slowly; "So, now what?"

    I grin; yeah, I was waiting for this part; "Now we act the part I've already set up."

    She looks at me quizzically; "Excuse me?"

    The grin on my face grows wider; "How's the honeymoon so far, honey?"

    The momentary lapse in glare on her face shatters as she narrows her eyes at me; " What ."

    "Oh, yeah I set us up with a cover. But, oh, you had a plan for that didn't you?"

    She sneers a fake smile at me; "The honeymoon is fine, honey .”

    "Oh, lovely." I grin right back at her before I reach down and pull the door off the floor and shove it back into the frame I knocked it out of. I should probably come up with something to say to room service about fixing that.

    I'm sitting on the end of the bed and kicking my shoes off when Peyton loudly clears her throat behind me; "Um, what are you doing?"

    "Settling into our