Coming Home: Book 2 The Wakefield Romance Series by Hewitt Theresa Marguerite

Author:Hewitt, Theresa Marguerite
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, love, home, country, military, contemporary, navy, seal
Publisher: Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

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Duke

"Fuckin' shit," I roar at the windshield as I whip into my driveway, pounding my fists on the steering wheel repeatedly. My blood is still hot and rushing through my veins from my kiss with Rhea, and hell, it is going straight to my dick. My muscles are tense, wanting her touch, and my lips still feel like they hold her sweet and soft ones.

Damn that fag Garth Cobb for intervening. If I had three more seconds with her, she would be mine. I could feel it. She might have been pounding her fists on my chest and acting like she was trying to push me away, but I know how she was really feeling; she wanted me just like I want her. That little whimper she had let out as my fingers traced up the inside of her thigh was enough to reassure me of that.

My truck and front door suffer the wrath of my frustration as I slam both, making the windows in my trailer rattle and rousing my cousin from his drunken sleep on my couch. "What the fuck, Man?" he complains, rubbing his eyes as I flick on a lamp, yanking a six pack from the fridge.

"Get up, shit head," I growl, tossing the beer cans down on the coffee table. "Go get that bottle of tequila from the shed. I'm gonna need it." I snap the tab back on the Coors can and chug it down, crushing the can and tossing it into the kitchen behind me, not caring where it lands. I don't give a fuck anymore. I want my Rhea.

"Somethin' happen?” Jesse asks, eyeing me up and down as I slam down another brew, repeating my action of throwing the can. I just nod my head and he disappears for a second, returning through the side door with a box full with liquor bottles. Foregoing the tequila because I have no limes handy in the house, I grab a bottle of Wild Turkey, unscrew the cap with my thumb and take a long swallow.

God, it burns going down, but the warmth it creates in my chest lightly ebbs the pain of not having Rhea in my arms; for the moment. It kills me that she's denying her feelings for me and I throw back a third beer, letting a loud belch rumble from my chest as Jesse just stares at me, his beer can halfway to his lips.

"You wanna tell me?" he asks, opening a bottle of vodka and setting it in front of him.

I tell him the entire scenario, dodging his questioning glances and incredulous huffs. We sit in tension filled silence, the only noise being that of the television and opening beer cans until three loud raps at the front door make the walls shake. I nod for him to open the door as I finish the last of the six pack and cross into the small kitchen to grab another from the fridge.

"Duke, it's the cops," Jesse says, and I

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