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“Screw it.”
I throw the car door open without giving myself time to question it, stride across the street and pull his mailbox open. Shoving the letter inside, I quickly walk slash jog back to the car, feeling like I’m robbing a bank, approaching the getaway car while trying to look normal.
Yasmin claps her hands when I drop into the passenger seat. “That was awesome. I wish I could see his face when he reads it.”
I swallow, imagining his lips turning down into a deep frown, his eyes glinting with disgust.
If he’d really wanted to kiss me, he would’ve done it. He wouldn’t have left.
But did he stop because he didn’t want to, or because he didn’t want to betray dad?
They served overseas together. They’ve been friends longer than I’ve been alive.
“Come on, Yas.” I wring my hands together. “Let’s get out of here.”
Yasmin starts the car, her headlights cutting through the autumn darkness, guiding us away from Bennet’s home and the crazy words in his mailbox.
Chapter Two
Bennet
I get back to the city in the early hours of the morning, feeling dog-tired after my stint on the West Coast. A few of the boys and I were working security for a big concert. A few threats had been made – some of them legit and others phony – the concert organizers wanted the best, so they called me.
It was a good job, a nice payday for the men, but now all I want to do is climb into bed and grab a few hours of sleep.
Hell, try to grab a few hours of sleep.
As I drive through the dead quiet suburbs, taking the turn that will lead to the outskirts and my place, I think about these past twelve months, ever since I almost kissed my best friend’s daughter on her eighteenth birthday.
I never normally drink, but that night Rick wrangled up a few of our old SEAL buddies and we were all swinging bottles, sharing memories, and that was when I saw her.
Even now, a year later, I clench the steering wheel when I remember my first time laying eyes on her.
That isn’t technically true obviously. I’d seen her plenty when she was growing up, but I’d never looked at her like that.
There was a special place in hell for motherfuckers who even thought about kids in that way. I’d met a few of the sick fucks during my years as a SEAL and then working various security jobs, and it had never ended well for them.
She was just Rick’s daughter, a dorky girl in braces with her nose always buried in either her notebook as she scrawled one of her stories or a paperback as her eyes flitted across the pages. I’d always been friendly with her but never thought about her much. Rick was my friend. She was just there.
But on her eighteenth birthday, something changed.
I looked up and there she was, striding across the party, her dark hair loose and free around her shoulders. A tight black dress, highlighting the curves of her hips and her juicy round breasts.
Her eyes met mine and I was sure there was a glint in her emerald greens, a glimmer that told me she felt the same way.
She knew what I was thinking, how badly I wanted this, and she wanted it too.
My cock twinged and jerked against my pants, my balls suddenly feeling ten times their usual weight, screaming at me to grab her and take her somewhere private and fuck her raw.
I had to have her. I needed to own her.
She was mine.
Now, as I get closer to home, I remind myself that these thoughts make no damn sense.
She doesn’t belong to me or anyone. I’ve got no business imagining what it would be like to slip into her body, to take her ferally until my seed is erupting inside of her… sliding into her womb, settling there, joining with her, and growing a life.
I laugh gruffly, shaking my head. I haven’t let myself think these insane thoughts for a while now, at least a few weeks.
It must be because it’s been a year to the day since the near kiss. Or near miss depending on how I look at it.
But that was the feeling which gripped me as I walked across the yard, a pounding conviction that told me I had a duty to claim this woman, to tell her she was mine, would always be mine. If another man so much as touched her… I couldn’t even think about what I’d do.
The beer was working its dark magic, but I couldn’t even attempt to blame the alcohol. It was her beauty, that shy way she had of looking at me under her eyelashes, the rain sliding down her neck and making her modest cleavage flicker in the fairy lights like she was begging me to grab them, palm them, please them.
