Badass: A Stepbrother SEAL Romance

Author:Linda Barlow & Alana Albertson [Barlow, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Bolero Books
Published: 2015-05-14T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 29—Shane

I tossed and turned in my tent but I couldn’t fall asleep, even though I was tired as fuck. Long ride, marathon sex session, yet the sandman eluded me.

I barreled out of my tent and patrolled the campsite. A few other tents, some smelly surfer looking dudes smoking weed by their filthy RV. This place blew—I hadn’t wanted to stop here, but I could tell Cassie was getting tired. I’d been heading toward this nice site in Guerrero Negro. Had a restaurant, wifi, and even whale-watching tours. I was even thinking of surprising her with an early dawn excursion. Maybe we could even still make it if we left at dawn.

I wasn’t trying to be romantic, but I did want her to have a good time. She’d gone along with all my plans so far, so I’d wanted to do something nice for her.

I knelt outside of Cassie’s tent—maybe if I snuck back in there and wrapped my arms around her tight little body I could drift off to sleep. Or better yet, she’d feel my rock hard cock pressing against her ass and we could go for another round. But she looked so peaceful, her chest slowly contracting, her body curled into a small ball, her hands tucked under her chin in some sort of prayer position. I wondered what she was dreaming about—could it be me?

Fuck it. Back to my tent. I couldn’t figure out why this woman was getting to me. I didn’t trust her, or her dad for that matter. She was one of those academic types, like my father had been. He’d been a geology professor. Met my mom when he was a professor at Montana State University in Billings. My mom loved him, or so she said, though they never married. I don’t fucking remember him at all. The second he was offered a better position at some university in bumfuck Idaho, he bailed. Though his child support payments arrived on time, I never saw him again. He didn’t know a fucking thing about me—he didn’t even know I was a SEAL.

The starlight shone into my tent and I decided to use the illumination. I rummaged through my pack and grabbed my sketchpad and pencils. The fast, dark lines filled the page. I drew the moonlit sky, the stars, and of course, Cassie sitting under the constellations.

Some softer strokes added the luscious curves to her body, and I accentuated her features with short, dark marks—almost like exclamation points.

I never understood exactly why drawing calmed me down, and it didn’t matter. Creating a picture was more powerful to me than explaining my thoughts in words.

Finished. A final examination showed the Baja mountain landscape in the distance—a looming contrast to Cassie’s lithe figure. This trip would be nothing more than a memory by the end of the week, but I’d preserved this moment in time.

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