Second Chance SEAL(3)

“Pipes, this is Gates. Gates, Pipes. She’s the maid of honor.”

“Good to meet you,” I said to her, smiling.

“Same.”

She let me put her bags in the trunk and climbed into the back. I got into the passenger side.

“Ready, kids?” he asked.

“Let’s roll,” I said.

Greg pulled out into traffic. I glanced back at Piper and grinned as the wind whipped her hair. She didn’t seem to mind, though, and smiled back at me.

“You two have a good flight?” Greg asked.

“Perfect,” Piper said. “Except there was this creepy guy that kept flirting with the flight attendants.”

I stared at her for a second then burst out laughing. “I didn’t see any creeps,” I said.

“Oh, he was hard to miss. Soldier type. Big camo backpack, thought he was the coolest thing in the world.”

“Sounds like an okay guy to me.” I smirked at her. “Are you jealous that he was flirting with that stewardess and not with you?”

“Not at all,” she said.

“That sounds like a lie to me.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“I’m a Navy SEAL, you know. I’m trained for these things.”

“Oh, are you?” She smiled. “You just seemed like a muscle-brained jock to me.”

“Ouch,” I said, still smiling. I liked her fire. I had to admit, it excited me way more than that vapid stewardess had. “Truth is, I’m very good at advanced interrogation techniques. I’d love to show you sometime.”

“No, thanks. I’m not into torture.”

“Don’t worry. I’d make it fun.”

She rolled her eyes. Greg started to laugh.

“Okay,” he said. “Enough of that. Be nice. You two have to get along at this wedding or Laura will fucking castrate me.”

“Thought she already did?” I asked him.

“Funny,” he said. “Just behave. Got it?”

“Aye aye,” I said, glancing back at Piper.

She smiled up at me, and in that moment I knew exactly what she wanted.

The girl wanted to fuck me.

Despite that prissy attitude, she wanted to suck my thick cock until I fucked her rough from behind. I knew she was probably sitting back there, dripping wet and imagining all the fucking dirty shit I’d do to her body.

Right then and there, I knew I was going to give her what she wanted. Fuck that stewardess, I didn’t need her. Piper was the only girl that I wanted to taste at this wedding, and I was going to get what I wanted.

Greg drove us back to the hotel where we dropped Piper off. She left with a smile and a wave, though her gaze lingered on me for a second. When she was gone, Greg sighed.

“Fuck, man,” he said. “Why are you always such an asshole?”

“To be fair, she did start it.”

“I don’t care. That’s Laura’s best friend. Like I don’t get enough shit as it is.”

“Sorry if I blew up your spot, man. But I’m not the type to take shit like that.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He grinned at me. “You ready for this?”

“Ready for what?”

“Bachelor party time, motherfucker.”

I laughed. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. It’s last minute, but I waited for you. The guys are already at the bar getting fucked up in my honor.”

“Well then, soldier, we can’t keep them waiting.”

He laughed, put the car into gear, and pulled out. We sped off into the hot Hawaii day, an afternoon and night of debauchery waiting for us.

But despite that, I just kept thinking about Piper. That attitude, those looks, those fucking lips. Maybe I’d been in the damn desert for too long, but Piper had somehow infected my brain, and all I could think about was getting her into my hotel room.

I was going to make that happen, and she was going to thank me for it.





Chapter 3





Piper





I was so exhausted that I crashed almost as soon as I got into my hotel room. I stopped off to check in on Lauren first, but she was too busy getting swarmed by relatives to notice if I was around or not. So I went back to my big comfy bed and collapsed.

I slept straight through the night, and had one dream. In it, Gates took me by the hand, smiling that cocky smile, and dragged me into a tiny bathroom. He kissed along my neck, and even though I called him an asshole and a jerk, he just kept going. Soon, I was moaning as he fucked me, his cock thick and deep between my legs.

I woke up around five in the morning, completely rested and soaking wet.

I rolled over onto my side, trying to forget about that dream. It had been so intense and vivid. I didn’t know why I kept thinking about Gates like that. He was a total jerk and a cocky asshole, but that didn’t seem to matter. All I kept thinking about was his handsome face, his ripped body, his confident smile.