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 Page A

you’re sinking like a stone, carry o-o-o-on—”
    “Shut. Up.”
    “May your past be
the sound, of your feet upon the ground, carry—”
    She clapped a
hand over his mouth. “Come and ‘carry on’ this way, Sergeant.”
    His snicker
warmed her hand before she pulled away and led him up another small knoll. He
stopped singing in favor of a soft exclamation. “Whoa.”
    She took her
turn to wield a cocky smirk. His reaction wasn’t new. Most visitors said
something in that vein when they realized a hundred and fifty-three steps had
just transported them from a tropical paradise to a landscape that belonged in
the middle of a Celtic moor. The marketing gurus for the island liked to tell
people there was a “terrain for everyone” here, and it wasn’t an empty line. There
had been a lot of rain this year, as well, so the grass was a cool cushion as
she led him farther out on the cliff. She couldn’t wait to hear his reaction
once she got him to the perfect spot…
    “Holy. Fuck.”
    Right on cue .
    Lani remained
quiet as he took it in. The experience of seeing her island through a visitor’s
eyes never got old, but this occasion felt more special than the others. Maybe
because he wasn’t any usual visitor.
    The man’s
profile, beautiful as an etching on a Roman coin, entranced her as he took in the
panorama. The mansion, slightly to their left, seemed tiny as a doll’s abode in
the moonlight. She was pleased with how she’d trained the hibiscus to grow up
the lanai supports; in another week, the pink and yellow blooms would be
spectacular. Past the small fountain beneath the hala and banana trees at the
rear of the house were the rose garden and orchard, which were separated from
the meadows by the barn and two small riding rings. At this time of night, a
few horses cantered across the grass, but most grazed leisurely beneath the
banyan trees, enjoying the cool air. The two long sides of the meadow were
bordered by forests. The trees on the far side extended all the way to the
Franzen’s property line. The bamboo and palms situated more closely were part
of the covering for the walkway she’d marched he and Bommer on at knifepoint.
    A flush burned
across her face. Thank the gods for the darkness, so he couldn’t witness her
mortification at remembering how she’d treated the two of them like criminals. She
betrayed herself the next moment anyway, softly chuffing at herself.
    Rush flung his
stare back at her. “Yeah, yeah; go ahead and laugh. Guess you showed up my
nervy ass.”
    “No. That’s
not—” She interrupted herself with a sharper snort. “I just thought about my
unique ‘welcome’ to you and Sergeant Bommer. And was being just a little
mortified by it.”
    He laughed and
swept a hand around them. “I’ll count this as a really great way of making up. Besides,
if I had someone trying to squeeze me out from all of this, I’d be a tad
territorial, as well.”
    She peeked back
up at him, and couldn’t help but giggle once more. She knew what he wanted to
convey, but somewhere during his statement, his gaze drifted back to her—and
locked there. She wasn’t sure she wanted that to change, either. She’d never
been the center of a man’s attention quite like this. Unblinking. Intense. Heated.
    And very, very “territorial.”
    Her legs started
threats of turning to mush, so she turned and found a soft patch of grass to
sit on. As Rush lowered next to her, she expounded, “Gunter wants to transform
the house into the resort’s lobby, as well as offices for his entire company. The
garden and orchard would stay, though they’ll take out part of them for a
property spa. Where we’re sitting will be a cement slab, so they can install a
wedding garden.” She extended a hand to back up her explanation by pointing at
the various landmarks. “Surprisingly, Benstock wants to keep the zip line to
the beach. They think it’s a cool idea to have brides and grooms take a ‘ride
to the sand’