Page 2 of Summer with a SEAL

She was gorgeous, but perhaps a little quieter than her friends, who were currently shrieking with laughter as they ran through the waves.

Briefly, he wished he was closer so he could see if that flush spread down her chest. Her lips parted slightly as she watched him, and then she turned away, talking again to the women she was with. Her brown waves blew in the breeze, one strand catching on a full breast, and his groin tightened.

He’d love to see her in nothing at all—preferably spread out across his bed, so he could sample every part of her. Listen to her moans of pleasure as he simply devoured her.

“What’s up, fellas?” a male voice shouted, and Jacob glanced over to see the other SEAL team from base headed their way across the sand. The guys were lugging coolers and chairs, the women holding tote bags and towels, and since several of the Alpha SEAL team were married, a couple of them had kids or babies with them, too.

“Yo, Ice!” Hunter shouted to Patrick “Ice” Foster, the leader of the other team. “Good to see you, man. Are you driving a damn minivan now or what?”

“Hook,” Patrick said with a nod, his cool blue gaze scanning the area. There was a smirk on his face, and Jacob took in the commotion. Patrick had two, no, make that three kids. Jacob had forgotten that Patrick’s wife Rebecca recently had a baby.

Things were a hell of a lot different now than just a year or two ago. Both SEAL teams had been full of single men—all stationed at the nearby Naval Amphibious Base Little Creek. Now Jacob and Ryker were the only single guys left on their team. On both teams. Jacob loved hanging out with his buddies, but the vibe of their gatherings had certainly changed a hell of a lot when everyone was together. It wasn’t just a random woman or two with them—they had wives. Girlfriends. Kids.

And hell if he’d ever end up tied down like that.

“The day I drive a minivan is over my dead body,” Patrick quipped.

“Shhh, don’t say that!” Rebecca chastised, shooting him a look.

Patrick had been injured recently on a mission, and the two had gotten engaged and then married shortly after he recovered. Rebecca’s first husband had been killed in a tragic car accident, so Jacob knew she didn’t take statements like that lightly.

Two F-18s from the nearby naval air station in Norfolk suddenly went screaming across the sky, and the kids shrieked with delight as everyone looked up to watch. A woman with jet black hair nudged Christopher “Blade” Walters, and the two smiled at one another.

“I always get homesick for Coronado when I see those jets flying overhead,” she said with a wistful smile.

“We should take a trip back one of these days,” Christopher said. “Some of the guys I knew from BUD/S are stationed there.”

“Shoot,” Jacob said, glancing over at them. “Is Raptor still out there? He was always one scary mother—” His voice trailed off as the kids ran nearby.

“Sonofabitch,” Christopher muttered. “That guy is legendary.”

“Raptor?” Emma asked. “What kind of a name is that? Is he a big fan ofJurassic Parkor something?”

Jacob chuckled. “You remember how the raptors sneak up on people in the movies—you don’t even know that they’re there? That’s Blake for you. Sneaky son of a bitch. An enemy won’t even know he’s coming before he takes them out.”

“I don’t think I’d want to meet him in a dark alley,” Emma said, shuddering.

“Maybe you need a nickname other than princess,” Hunter quipped, glancing at her with heat in his eyes. “Something cool like Indiana Jones.”

“Maybe instead of Hook, the boys should start calling you Peter Pan,” Emma scoffed.

The other men guffawed. “You tell him, Emma,” Jacob said with a grin.

“Guess I should know when to keep my mouth shut,” Hunter said with a smirk. “Emma’s always quick to put me in my place. Unless we’re in bed—then she knows I’m in charge.”

Emma blushed furiously, and the rest of the men chuckled.

“Hush,” she chastised.

The other men on the Alpha team sauntered up to the bonfire. “What’s everyone laughing about?” Matthew “Gator” Murphy asked, glancing around the group.

“Absolutely nothing at all,” Emma said, her fair skin still flaming red.

“Is that your rug rat?” Hunter asked, glancing at the baby Matthew’s fiancée was holding.

Although the men on both SEAL teams knew each other well, with all the new babies, it was tough to keep track.

“That it is,” Matthew said proudly. “Just wait. Someday you’ll be up at all hours of the night, too, listening to your screaming offspring.”

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