Page 3 of Rescued by a SEAL

His tattoo peeked out beneath his shirt sleeve, the scruff of his beard just beginning to look shaggy, and Mason smirked at how different Hunter and his Ph.D. girlfriend were. If they weren’t an example of opposites attracting, he didn’t know what was.

“Where’s everyone else?” Hunter asked.

“Must be busy doing their make-up or something,” Mason quipped, sinking into a seat.

Emma burst into laughter, brushing her red hair off of her face. “Brilliant,” she said in her British accent. “I’d love to see them in some lipstick and rouge.”

“Rouge?” Mason asked, wrinkling his brow.

“The hell if I know,” Hunter said, taking a pull of his beer. “Apparently it’s all the rage in London.”

“I’d look as white as a ghost without any makeup on,” Emma chided him. “I’ve got fair skin that needs all the help it can get.”

“You look perfect,” Hunter corrected her, taking her smaller hand in his and kissing the back of it. “Gorgeous.”

“Keep it in your pants, Hook,” Mason said, calling him by his nickname.

Hunter guffawed as Emma’s cheeks turned a rosy shade.

“Easy, princess. Mason just hasn’t gotten laid in a while.”

Mason chuckled as Emma shushed her boyfriend.

Hell.

Mason had been there at the London pub when Emma and Hunter had first met. The chemistry between them had sizzled right from the start. From the looks of things, it hadn’t fizzled out at all since she’d moved here. If anything, Hunter was even more sickeningly sweet toward her.

Hunter.

One of the biggest, baddest dudes on their SEAL team, brought to his knees by a British chick.

“What’s so funny?” Hunter asked.

“I see who wears the pants in your relationship. Emma looks like she calls all the shots. She’s got you wrapped around her finger.”

“Thank you,” Emma said. “I always knew I liked you, Mason. Handsome and intelligent.”

“Hey,” Hunter said in a low voice, nuzzling her neck as she squirmed. “Don’t make me jealous over here.”

“Over here?” Emma asked with a laugh. “I’m literally on top of you. How could you be jealous?”

Hunter raised his eyebrows. “On top of me? Hell, I like the sound of that.”

Emma blushed furiously as Mason guffawed.

Noah, Jacob, and Ryker walked in together just then, sauntering toward the back. Emma’s gaze fell on Noah, her lips quirking in amusement. “I think your aviators are glued to your head. I’ve never seen you without them.”

The men all chuckled as Noah grinned. “They do seem to attract the ladies. And don’t worry—I make sure to take them off when I have a woman in my bed. Can’t have them falling off during sex.”

Hunter growled from his seat. “She wasn’t worried—and she sure as hell wasn’t thinking about you having sex.”

Noah smirked. “That makes one of us. I’m already hoping to find a beautiful woman to bring home with me for the night. Just have to decide who the lucky lady is.”

“Well, it sure as hell isn’t your looks that draws the ladies in,” Ryker said, grabbing a chair and sinking backwards onto it. “Hunter, Emma,” he said, nodding at the couple.

“Where’s the waitress?” Jacob asked, glancing around. “Is Taylor here tonight?”

Hunter shook his head, his eyes sweeping toward Mason. “I haven’t seen her the last couple of times we’ve been here.”

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