Page 34 of Rescued by a SEAL

Chapter 9

Mason drummed his fingers on the steering wheel an hour later as he drove down the highway, headed to meet Hunter at Little Creek for a game of one-on-one.

He flashed his military ID at the gate, nodding at the guards. A few minutes later he was pulling into an empty parking space and climbing out of his SUV. He grabbed his basketball, water canteen, and a spare towel from the trunk, slamming it shut, and walked back toward the edge of base where the guys liked to play ball.

Hell.

His mind had been going a million miles a minute since he woke up this morning. Since he’d hurried over to Taylor’s last night. He hadn’t liked leaving her alone earlier, but what was he supposed to do?

He’d spent the night. Kissed her. Pleasured her.

Admired her gorgeous breasts and felt the heat of her against his cock as she’d straddled him.

Then he’d jumped up out of bed before he took things too far. Before he’d tugged down those satiny shorts, the delicate fabric the only thing separating her from him. Before he’d freed his aching erection and claimed her right then and there.

Mason wanted them to go out on a proper first date, without the distraction of her ex or his friends or anyone else around.

He wanted to show her that she was important to him. That he wasn’t just looking for a quick lay.

The image of his sitting astride him, lifting that skimpy little camisole over her head would be forever emblazoned in his memory though. She had perfect, full breasts with rosy, round nipples. He’d been shocked by her boldness—Taylor was always blushing and quiet around him.

Looking away if his gaze was too intense.

The fact they’d she’d been comfortable enough to partially strip in front of him spoke volumes. She’d looked almost hurt when he hadn’t wanted her to reciprocate, but hell. He wanted to take her out. Take his time getting to know her better, hearing her laugh and watching the rosiness spread over her cheeks.

And then spend an entire night exploring her body.

Kissing her and pleasuring her before finally working up to claiming her as his.

It had taken everything in him not to free his aching cock from his shorts earlier. Not to lift her up and then pull her back down on top of him, allowing him to sink straight into heaven.

“No one else could make it?” Hunter asked, cocking his brow as Mason sauntered over to the court.

Mason dropped his towel and water to the ground. “Negative. Guess those guys were out late and had better things to do this morning.”

Hunter smirked. “No surprise—they’re all single. Except for Colton, but I’m sure Camila is keeping him occupied. Which begs the question of what you’re doing up so bright and early on a Sunday morning. Shouldn’t you have taken a pretty lady home last night as well?”

“I was with Taylor,” Mason said, cutting right to the chase.

Hunter raised his eyebrows. “With her as in you spent the night? Then what the hell are you doing here?”

Mason chuckled. “Shouldn’t I ask the same of you? Last I checked you had a woman yourself keeping your bed warm.”

“Yep. But Emma’s getting ready for some reading at a bookstore in Williamsburg this morning.”

“On a Sunday?”

Hunter shrugged. “I guess its popular with the academic crowd over there.”

Mason nodded. There were several colleges local to the Virginia Beach area, and Williamsburg was only an hour away. Emma had started guest lecturing at The College of William and Mary after moving from London to Virginia Beach.

“I offered to come, but I think she prefers if I don’t,” Hunter added with a chuckle. “It’s some archeologist reading about his latest archeological dig. Much more Emma’s cup of tea—pun intended. She knows I don’t particularly enjoy sitting through those things.”

Mason snorted. “Cup of tea? Hell man, you’re starting to sound like her. What’s next? Sharing make-up tips?”

“I’ll let her know you’re interested,” Hunter ribbed him.

“Is she going on any more digs soon?”

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