Wet For Her Warriors (Book 5 of the WILD -- Warriors Intense in Love & Domination -- Boys of Special Forces) by Angel Payne Read Free Book Online

set against his nearly square jaw. Aue .Mouths
like that belonged on pirates, rakes, and highwaymen, the kind of men who
dragged women off to the bushes so nobody could hear them being ravaged and
pleasured…
    Which should
have been the thought that lowered her hand instead of raising it back toward
Rush.
    Which should
have stopped her from stepping over and curling her fingers around his.
    Which should
have cut out her tongue before she could return his smile and say, “It’s best
shown instead of told.”
    Rush dipped his
head toward her. “Why does that sound like a challenge?”
    “Why do you
sound excited that it might be?”
    “I’m the
long-range shooting specialist for our team, Miss Kail. Just the word
‘challenge’ gives me a hard—” He interrupted himself with a choke and a grimace
pulled from the nice-going-you-dumbshit file. “Umm, a—a hard time saying no.”
    She giggled
while sliding into her light running jacket, then nodding toward the couch.
“How long do you think the lion will sleep tonight?”
    He shrugged. “Tough
to say. Up until a month ago, back-to-back deployments kept me from seeing him
for a while. He was on extended leave, riding a desk job back at our base in
Tacoma—but I have a feeling he was riding the hooch pretty hard, too.” His face
clouded over, making it clear he didn’t want to share further details. “He’ll
be out for a while, but I don’t want to leave him alone for too long.” He
cocked a quizzing brow. “How far away is this ‘challenge,’ lady?”
    Thank the gods
he injected the humor again. That made it simpler to mask how he captivated her
more as the minutes passed. The man already had the muster and character to be
a part of John’s battalion. He was also fierce with the fight club moves when
it mattered, listened with compassion, and openly cared about his shitfaced
teammate. If he knew how to select good chocolate and could navigate a tool box,
as well, she might be a goner. And that was not good.
    “It’s not far,”
she clarified. “But it’s nighttime and we’re both barefoot, so I’ll guide you
slowly.”
    “Deal.” As he
tagged a grin to the agreement, deep dimples appeared against his jaw. Damn it.
Even if he wasn’t into chocolate and tools, she might be lost.
    He followed her through
the kitchen and the den. When they hit the back lanai, she grabbed a flashlight
and handed him one, too. Once they stepped outside, she led him past the work
shed where Leo’s surfboard collection hung, where he gave the requisite male
reaction of bugged eyes, plummeted jaw, and invisible drool. She took advantage
of his distraction to open the gate on the other side, which led to the bottom
of the stone steps that went nearly vertical up the hillside beyond. There were
exactly a hundred and fifty-three of them, and Lani had been climbing them
since she could walk. With the confidence stemming from that knowledge, she
called, “Last one up mucks the barn tomorrow, soldier.”
    “Huh? What
barn?”
    She only
answered with a gloating cackle, hitting her stride at step fifteen before she
heard him land on number one. Another witchy-poo laugh trailed out. She so had
this.
    Or so she
thought.
    Things changed
once she neared the hundred-step point.
    She still had
plenty of juice to get to the top, but as soon as they crossed the point where
the end of the climb was in sight, she fast learned that Rush had more stamina
left to burn. A lot more. After five more steps, his flashlight beam hit
her ankles. After another ten, he passed like she’d simply stopped. Lani poured
on her best effort, only to watch his gorgeous thighs and ass disappear into
the darkness. At the same time, he serenaded her with Carry On . Loudly.
And on key.
    “Showoff,” she
muttered, vowing to keep the glower on her face as she reached the top, no
matter how rousing his song—which the adorable dork continued as she trudged
her final steps.
    “If you’re lost
and alone, or