CHAPTER TWO #2
“GO TO THE DAMN bathroom.” I nudge Ryder and lean against the wall as the door shuts behind Savannah. “Swear to god you guys lost you’re your braincells the moment you fell in love.”
His stupid smirk makes me roll my eyes.
“If anyone hurts my wife I’ll remove your balls, Beret.”
His nickname for me.
The fact that Green Beret is already a colloquialism for the Army Special Forces is not lost on me. It’s a nod to the distinctive green headgear we wear.
Wore.
Past tense.
“I don’t swing that way, Delta. Find someone else’s balls to play with. Now, go.”
“Don’t call me that. It’s a fucking girl’s name.” He mutters but walks down the hall to the men’s restrooms.
I chuckle to myself but abruptly stop when the door in front of me opens and Trina steps out.
Her smile disappears just as fast.
“Are you...are you following me?” she accuses me and plants her hands on her hips.
God I want to say yes, just to see her reaction.
“Yes.”
I can’t help myself.
Her intake of breath is so loud I start laughing.
“Fucking toy soldier.” Trina marches off, but I’m faster and grab her wrist, tugging her to a halt.
Fire blasts through my body as our skin connects.
Despite my eyes grazing her tanned skin every moment I can, I’ve had very few opportunities to touch this delectable woman.
Her eyes snap up to mine in response and I know she’s felt it too.
“I’m kidding, darlin’.” I don’t know what it is about this woman but she brings out my Texan drawl.
I lived in New York for the second half of my childhood, and then the army moved me around a bunch of states and various parts of the world.
Now, I’m living in California. Something I never planned, but BHS is based here, and I can’t imagine working for anyone else.
Trina whirls on me and gets right up in my face. Well, my chest. She might have long, sexy legs but she still only just reaches my chin.
God, she smells divine. Whatever scent she’s wearing is floral and musky and not overdone. And I swear I can smell hints of her raspberry lip balm.
A powerful desire to pull her lean body up against mine and feel every curve almost overtakes my thread of control.
What would she do if I did?
How would she react if she felt my stiff cock against her figure-hugging gold dress?
She’s getting off on this love-hate thing we have going and I’m going to let her ride it until she almost comes just by looking at me.
That is, if I can stop myself from slamming my mouth down on hers right now and sliding my fingers inside her panties.
Twenty green ones say she’s wet.
I could be wrong, but her sexy, dilated blue globes glaring at me right now tell me I’m not.
“Listen here, soldier!” Trina pokes my chest, and I tilt my head curiously.
It’s interesting how she keeps referring to me in military terms.
I snap my hand around her finger suddenly and she jumps. Then instantly becomes annoyed.
Making me harder.
“Yes, darlin’? You have my full attention.” I lift and kiss the end of her finger.
I lied.
My attention is half on her and half on the surrounding area. Savannah is my responsibility tonight and I would never do anything to risk someone’s life.
Case in point, a man starts walking down the hall and my eyes drift expertly from Trina to his hands, then roaming over his body. I notice he’s a well-known actor and after further assessment decide he's no threat.
But I’m not a fool, I'm not letting this opportunity go.
My arm swoops around Trina and I pull her tight against me as he passes.
The squeak that escapes her has my balls tightening.
The softness of curves presses against my hard muscles and fits like a glove, and I almost let out an accompanying moan.
I’ve waited way too long to feel her.
“What are you doing? Let me go.” Her voice lacks the fire it should have if she really wanted me to release her.
So, I don’t.
My hand slides over her silky hip, and it takes all my strength not to roughly take her chin and kiss all the sass out of her naughty mouth and silence her once and for all.
But where’s the fun in that?
The man continues on, giving us a brief glance. He didn’t need the space but I told myself he did and that’s the hill I will die on.
“What did you want to tell me?” I rasp dipping my eyes to Trina’s once more.
“First, get your hands off me. Second, stop following me. And third, get your baseball bat under control. It’s digging into me.”
Baseball bat?
Familiar with all her names, now, for the female anatomy, after overhearing her with the girls, I know what she means.
But as I said, I’m still enjoying our games, so I deadpan reply with, “That’s my gun darlin’.”
It’s not.
Her cheeks flame.
How is it possible for a woman to get even more sexy the angrier she gets? She’s like a wild little wolf.
I’ll soon find out if she has a limit, because I’m pretty sure I have the timing right when I release her and step away.
Yup, right on cue.
Savannah walks out of the restroom. “Hey, Trina.”
My little wolf glances between me and the movie star, smoke pouring out her ears.
Do. Not. Laugh.
“Ready to go or do you want to wait for Ryder?” I ask, but the man himself joins us.
“Party in the hallway. Smooth,” Ryder says, looping an arm around his wife.
Trina glares at me, speechless.
When Ryder and Savannah make their way down the hall, I lean into her hair. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you think I was waiting for you, little wolf?”
I pat her bottom and stride ahead to protect my charge.
“Sorry about that.” I toss over my shoulder. At the end of the hall, I glance around, and Trina is still standing in the same place with her hands on her hips.
I reach inside my jacket, pull out my weapon and check the magazine. Then slam it back with the palm of my hand and return it to my holster just under my arm.
She’s smart. She’ll work it out.
Meanwhile, I wonder if my little wolf bites playfully or enjoys it rough.