To Dare A SEAL (Sin City SEALs 2)

Until today.

Every time he walked past her, greeting friends and teammates, her gaze drifted south. She’d felt his cock through his clothes. And last night, she’d listened as he’d stroked himself. But she’d never seen him naked—

“It was horrible, wasn’t it?” Lucia asked. “The drive. With Jack. I’m so sorry you were delayed overnight, stuck with him. I know you two don’t get along.”

“It was fine,” Natalie said firmly.

“You’re staring at him as if you can’t decide if you should order a hit or do it yourself,” Lucia said. “I could have Cade talk to him—”

“No.” She didn’t need Jack spilling the down and dirty details of what happened last night to her friend. Though she trusted Cade to shut Jack down the minute the conversation crossed the line. Her best friend had zero interest in hearing a play-by-play when it came to Natalie’s sex life. Cade respected the fact that she was a big girl capable of handling herself.

“I know Jack has a crush on you,” Lucia said.

Natalie raised an eyebrow. “We’re not in high school anymore.”

And “crush” doesn’t begin to describe Chief Jack Barnes’ wicked fantasies.

“Call it whatever you want,” Lucia said with a wave of her hand. “He wants you in his bed.”

Because he bet his brothers and teammates he would sleep with me.

Natalie bit her lip. She wanted her sister focused on the wedding, not Jack’s stupidity.

“He can try all he wants. It’s not going to happen.”

“If you need any help thwarting his attempts—”

“No. You’re getting married on Saturday. I know I haven’t done the best job of being your sister.” Natalie turned and looked at Lucia’s damaged face. Red scars ran across her right cheek. If Natalie had been home that night, maybe their drunken foster father would have taken his anger out on her instead of her sixteen-year-old sister. Lucia had been the sweet one, the child eager to fit in with their new families. And then there’d been Natalie, who’d given each new family a hard time, rebelling against the control virtual strangers exercised over her life.

“You’re improving,” Lucia teased. “And I’ve forgiven you for sending Cade to watch over me.”

Natalie arched an eyebrow. “I have a pink atrocity in my hotel room that makes me wonder. But if you want me to wear the Terrible Tutu I’ll do it. I’m here for you. It’s your job to enjoy all the parties and get ready for your big day. Don’t worry about me. I have a plan for handling Jack.”

She could win this bet without her sister or her best friend rushing to her aid. She’d bring Jack to his knees—maybe she’d even tie him up—and then walk away. If she could push him to the point that he was willing to jerk off on the other side of the bathroom door, she could easily drive him out of his mind with a series of Sin City dares.

He thought a bedtime story would break down her defenses? She’d trump that. Before Lucia walked down the aisle, Jack would be ready to admit defeat. He’d wave the white flag of surrender and walk away.

And maybe in the process, she’d steal a glimpse at his cock and lock the image away in her mind. Anything more—a touch, a taste—from the charmer who fantasized about black silk ties was impossible.

“What’s your plan?” Lucia pulled free from her arm. “I love you. But Jack is one of the guys looking out for Cade when he’s deployed. Please don’t piss him off too much.”

“I won’t.” She scanned the pool area. A crescent-shaped pool stood at the far end. In the center, another large fountain shaded the swim-up blackjack tables. Perfect. “I’m just going to challenge him to a little friendly competition.”

Chapter Nine

When he walked into the pool area—scratch that, there were five pools, including a topless one—Jack thought he’d stumbled upon a smallest bikini competition. Though the winner was probably at the bare breasts pool. Dante, who was finally crawling out from under a rock named Divorce, offered Cade a quick slap on the back before disappearing behind the trees separating the topless area from the other pools. Jack was tempted to join him, but the only tits he wished to see were covered in a black and white polka dot bikini.

Natalie must have missed the itsy-bitsy bikini memo, because hers looked like something women wore in the fifties. Her suit matched Lucia’s in style, but Natalie’s two-piece revealed a strip of skin beneath her breasts. He’d seen more of her tits when she’d leaned over to kiss him at the bar.

And yet he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was all the more irresistible for how the little bits of her that were visible set his imagination on fire picturing the parts he couldn’t see.

Cade, Ronan, and Calvin Daniels, the father of the groom and a retired SEAL, were trading stories. Technically, Jack was part of the conversation. He nodded occasionally and sipped his beer.

“What happened last night?” Cade demanded the moment his father took a break from telling stories about his years with the teams to grab another drink.

“Aww, did you miss me?” Jack teased.

“We were pining for you,” Cade deadpanned. “Lucia said you stopped at a motel.”