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He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and keeping his voice low so she wouldn’t hear him. It’d been a long time since he’d told anyone about his Kitten. “She was my best friend’s sister and a year behind us in school. I never thought of her as anything more than a good friend until I took her to my senior prom. One minute she was my friend. And the next minute, I wanted something more. Hit me from out of the blue, you know?”
Jake nodded but didn’t say a word.
“The night of my going-away party, a week before basic training, I found out she felt the same way. I asked her to be my girl and to wait for me. She agreed, and two days later . . . her entire family was gone.”
“From what Ian told me, she didn’t have a choice.”
Boomer leaped from his chair in frustration and began pacing but kept his voice low. “Damn it, I know it wasn’t her fault. But too much time has gone by. We don’t even fucking know each other anymore. I’m not the same eighteen-year-old kid without a care in the world. I’ve seen and done shit she could never imagine. I’ve changed, and I doubt she’ll like the guy I’ve become.”
Crossing his arms, Jake narrowed his eyes at his teammate. “Close the door.”
“What?”
“Close the damn door and sit the fuck down for a minute.” After Boomer eased the door shut and plopped back down in his seat, the harshness ebbed from his friend’s voice. “I’m a little confused here, Baby Boomer. Are you talking about the Navy and the shit we’ve done, or are you talking about the club and the lifestyle?
“Both, I guess,” he mumbled, staring at the floor.
“Well, the SEAL shit is easy. You’ve served your country proud and followed orders like the good frog you are. Yes, you’ve killed more people than anyone will ever know about, but what it boils down to is you killed because you had to. You’re not a murderer. You saved lives—civilians,’ your teammates,’ and your own. There’s nothing wrong with anything you’ve done in the name of Uncle Sam and apple pie. I don’t think your girl in there would have any problem with that, especially since you can’t tell her most of it.”
Boomer shrugged and kept his eyes downcast.
“Now, about the lifestyle. You’re not the first Dom to question himself, and you won’t be the last. The point is . . . which is more important to you? Can you love her without topping her? Or do you need it like the air you breathe? You said before you don’t know each other anymore . . . maybe this is your chance to get to know her again. Maybe she’s changed too. Maybe she wants to be topped. Did you ever think about that?” He paused a moment to let the idea sink into the other man’s head. “Now, stop being an ass, and let’s get your girl out of trouble, all right? Think about fucking her after this is all over.”
Boomer snorted, then grinned. “You’re a prick, Reverend.”
“Hey, I tell it like it is. You want sensitive, call Polo.”
Chapter Seven
As he slipped back into his shared room, Boomer quietly shut the door behind him but kept it unlocked. Kat was still sleeping, and he didn’t need to wake her yet. He and Jake had spent about thirty minutes reviewing what they knew and what they needed to find out. They’d called Ian to let him know where they were staying so he could forward the information to Keon. The paperwork they needed for the bank would arrive sometime after eighteen hundred this evening.
Jake was heading out in a few minutes to scout the area around the motel and the bank, which was three blocks away. In the meantime, Boomer was left alone to watch over Kat. He double-checked the front door locks and peeked out the window through the thin gap of the closed curtains. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Spinning around one of the straight-back chairs at the table, he straddled it and sat. Kat was now lying on her other side, facing him, and his eyes roamed over her features. Her cheeks, pert nose, and soft, full lips helped form a face that could grace a magazine cover when combined with the beautiful eyes he would recognize anywhere. The sheet had shifted down to her waist, exposing her upper torso. His mouth watered as he stared at the lush cleavage peeking out from under her V-neck shirt. Damn, he wanted her more now than he had as a teenager. Maybe Jake was right. Maybe the universe had sent her back to him for a reason.
Being a Dom was a major part of his life. He’d found the lifestyle he loved before he was assigned to Team Four and met Ian and the rest of his current teammates. One of his buddies from basic training had brought him to his first club after they’d been stationed together in San Diego. He spent two years there until he was accepted into the SEALs Bud/s training program. After graduating with his trident, he was assigned to Team Four, which was his father’s old team in Virginia. He’d been happy to learn several of his new teammates also participated in the lifestyle and joined the club they all frequented.
Kat stirred and moaned but stayed asleep. The sounds coming from her mouth had him growing hard, and he adjusted himself in his jeans. What would she do if he woke her by nuzzling her ear . . . her neck . . . her breasts? Would she push his hand away as he cupped her mound and flexed his fingertips into her core through her pants? Would she allow him to undress, restrain, eat, and fuck her? Would she scream when she came for him? Would she beg for more? Would she . . .
Fuck, he needed a cold shower. But that would leave her vulnerable. He’d have to find another way to tame his raging hard-on until Jake returned to keep watch. Grabbing a Men’s Fitness magazine from his duffel, he moved to his bed and sat with a pillow between his back and the wall while crossing his ankles. He covered his erection with another pillow and flipped through the pages until he found an interesting article.
A few minutes later, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to find Kat staring at him. Her sleepy expression made him smile. “Feel better?”
She stretched her arms and back, and he bit his tongue as the actions thrust her chest toward him. “Yeah, I needed that.”
Snorting, he tore his eyes away from her breasts and focused on the magazine in front of him. But he couldn’t concentrate on any words at the moment. “I’m sure you did. Jake went to check a few things out. Are you hungry? I’ll have him pick up a pizza or something on his way back.”
Throwing the sheets off her hips and legs, she stood and walked toward the bathroom. “I don’t know what it is about being around you guys, but I’m hungrier now than I’ve been in months. Pizza sounds good, and maybe a salad?”
“. . . I’m hungrier now than I’ve been in months.”
Baby, you have no idea . . . I haven’t been this hungry in years. And I’m not hungry for food.
“Yeah, sure, I’ll let him know.”
“I’m going to grab a quick shower to wake up.”
“Mm-hmm. ’Kay.”
