Two Weeks With a SEAL (The Wakefield Romance Series)

Two Weeks With a SEAL (The Wakefield Romance Series) by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt Read Free Book Online

Book: Two Weeks With a SEAL (The Wakefield Romance Series) by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt Read Free Book Online
Authors: Theresa Marguerite Hewitt
with both hands on his chest, Chad stumbling slightly back. I
sprung up, even though a sharp pain shot up through my knee and headed for
Duke's truck, hopping up on the step rail and reaching into the open bed for
the ever present tire iron he kept back there. I saw Chad keep his composure,
taking taunting words from Duke who was up in his face. Chad could kill him in
a second, but he knew Duke wasn't worth it.
    "Leave or I'll
smash your windows," I scream bringing the tire iron back as if I was
going swing it, aimed right at the driver’s window.
    "Ray, this Navy boy
is just using you," Duke yelled in Chad's face, his hands pushing him
again, an evil smile sported on Chad's lips. "He'll leave ya high and dry
just like Randy did." His words stung both Chad and I and the emotion
flowed through my arm as I brought the tire iron forward, smashing the window
of Duke's precious truck. The glass splintered, spraying the side of my face as
I held my eyes shut, two hands pulling me to the ground, the smell of beer and
chew washing over me. "You fuckin' bitch," Duke screamed, pinning me
to the ground, and I squirmed to get out of his grasp, sliding on my back and
getting to my feet, stopping Chad's approach with my hands on his chest.
    His eyes roamed my body
as his hands went to my face, subconsciously making sure I was okay and I
nodded my head, his eyes darting back to the retreating Duke and Harlan.
"This is far from over," Duke spit at our feet as he slammed his
truck in reverse, the tires spraying gravel up against my porch and the side of
the trailer. His tires squeal three quarters of the way down my street as his
tail lights faded around the corner, heading back towards town. I buried my
face in Chad's shirt, sighing heavily as his arms surrounded me.
    "Tell me about you
and him," Chad's voice was still edged with anger, my eyes seeing that he
still watched the spot where Duke's truck disappeared. I scoffed, shaking loose
of his grasp and picking my bag up off of the ground.
    "It was
nothing," I say, shrugging my shoulders not turning around to look at him
because I knew there was shame written all over my face. I could tell he was
looking at me and his eyes were locked on mine when I spared a quick look over
my shoulder. "I was drunk, it only happened three times over the last
year, the last time can't even be considered sex," I choked, picking up
the clothing that had spilled from my bag along with my makeup.
    "Why is that,"
Chad's smooth voice met me as he bent to help me pick up a few of the items,
holding up the sexy teddy I had packed and giving me a raised eyebrow as he
handed it to me.
    I blushed, snatching it
from him, "Because he passed out while I was trying to take his pants
off." The look that Chad gave me made me blush, again, his laugh filling
the quiet night air. Seeing that I wasn't laughing, he choked back the sound,
pulling me into his chest his Old Spice scent washed over me.
    "Do you hate
me," I asked, worry filling me that the man I had dreamed off and pined
over would reject me because of my drunken interest in Duke Orr.
    He swept me up into his
arms, his lips finding mine as he made the way over to his truck,
"No," he whispered, setting me in the passenger seat. The ride to his
house was silent except for the radio, the top nine country songs of the day
played at nine o'clock on the dot. When he put the truck in park outside of his
house, I paused, my heart racing.
    His smile eased me out
of the truck and through the rest of the night, his laugh bringing smiles to my
lips. His lips bringing pleasure to my body, the dark sky turning light as we
lay awake, exploring each other. As Chad was in the bathroom starting the
shower, I called into work, Jenna answering the phone. "Hey, I'm not gonna
be able to come in today, I'm not feeling well," I say, hearing a slight
giggle on her end.
    "Yeah right,"
she laughed, bringing a smile to my lips, "Have fun with the hunk,"
she joked, issuing a goodbye and

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