she’d sucked in a painful breath when he’d pushed inside her.
He could still feel her. Over the years, he’d given up trying to figure it out, but he could close his eyes and still feel her, smell her sweet scent. Her pussy had been so damn pretty. A guy never knew that shit, that a woman’s body could be so amazing, so beautiful—she’d been pretty, her pussy lips pink and rounded and glistening from his kisses. She’d been drenched for him and he’d been harder than he’d ever been in his life. He’d tried to go slow. He was a guy, a big guy, thick and looked too big for her all around. But she’d taken all ten inches and had whispered against his neck how good he felt when he’d finally eased into her up to his balls. He’d made her come that first time. He’d never forgotten the feeling of rightness that had settled over him at the sound of her softly whispering his name.
“Hey, bro, what’s up? Not inside?”
He glanced up from contemplating the past to see Trigger walking up with two other guys he remembered from his time in Iraq. Ace had brought them to a club a few blocks from their hotel, still on the beach, but he’d not expected to see anyone he knew outside of the men already stationed around the beach and street.
“Just getting some air.” Mac crossed his arms and settled back on the patio railing next to the back entrance to the club. He could still watch the inside of the club through the floor to ceiling glass, but he couldn’t make out more than figures from where he stood.
Trigger eyed the patio, the outdoor bar and the outdoor dance square then the inside of the club before grinning at him. “Sweet place, huh? Great that I happened to be here, kinda perfect really.”
Mac frowned, remembering Trigger hadn’t been invited to the wedding. Really only a few had been invited, mostly just the men who knew Lacey’s dad and Lacey. It was more hush-hush than their missions were. So how has Trigger heard of the wedding? He’d called him when he’d been with Mandy in her room. Now he was here, like he’d known they were all here, but Mac hadn’t focused on how odd that really was until now.
“How did that happen? Just in the area?”
Trigger tipped his beer, took a long swallow before tossing it in a nearby trash can. He grinned. “Yeah, landed a sweet position here with the Navy. Doing some training.”
“Nice.” Mac nodded to the two other men, remembering them as vaguely part of another unit, but neither were guys he knew very well. “You two here as well? Liking the beaches?”
“Shit yeah, and the babes.” The black-haired guy, Dave, if Mac remembered correctly, glanced around the area, already sizing up a few of the women over in the pool area. “Same game, different field.”
“Shit, Dave, is that all you think about?” Trigger settled next to Mac, looking like he was going to stay a while.
“Better than my hand, man.” Dave laughed and saluted them both with his beer. “Catch up with you later, Wolf.”
“Yeah, he’s all about the girls,” Trigger grumbled as Dave took off to intercept two blondes.
The guy next to him, Kev, laughed. “Who isn’t? Not all guys are like you, selective.”
Trigger didn’t seem happy with the comeback, but Kev set his beer down on the bar and called out for another then turned back to ask, “Hear about the Gonzales fuck-up?”
Mac froze already in the process of standing to leave. “No, what fuck-up?”
Trigger nodded. “Yeah, man, they let them out. All of them. Rumour says they’re here.”
“Here? In Hawaii?” Mac demanded.
Trigger said, “Yeah, seems they got out on some kind of deal with the Feds. Rumours are flying, though, about them being after the crew that caught them.” He paused and snorted. “Like that will ever happen. Ghosts, all of them, anyway. Bastard cartels are full of themselves and think they can hit our best. Those guys are long gone. Shit happened, what? Five years ago?”
Five
He could still feel her. Over the years, he’d given up trying to figure it out, but he could close his eyes and still feel her, smell her sweet scent. Her pussy had been so damn pretty. A guy never knew that shit, that a woman’s body could be so amazing, so beautiful—she’d been pretty, her pussy lips pink and rounded and glistening from his kisses. She’d been drenched for him and he’d been harder than he’d ever been in his life. He’d tried to go slow. He was a guy, a big guy, thick and looked too big for her all around. But she’d taken all ten inches and had whispered against his neck how good he felt when he’d finally eased into her up to his balls. He’d made her come that first time. He’d never forgotten the feeling of rightness that had settled over him at the sound of her softly whispering his name.
“Hey, bro, what’s up? Not inside?”
He glanced up from contemplating the past to see Trigger walking up with two other guys he remembered from his time in Iraq. Ace had brought them to a club a few blocks from their hotel, still on the beach, but he’d not expected to see anyone he knew outside of the men already stationed around the beach and street.
“Just getting some air.” Mac crossed his arms and settled back on the patio railing next to the back entrance to the club. He could still watch the inside of the club through the floor to ceiling glass, but he couldn’t make out more than figures from where he stood.
Trigger eyed the patio, the outdoor bar and the outdoor dance square then the inside of the club before grinning at him. “Sweet place, huh? Great that I happened to be here, kinda perfect really.”
Mac frowned, remembering Trigger hadn’t been invited to the wedding. Really only a few had been invited, mostly just the men who knew Lacey’s dad and Lacey. It was more hush-hush than their missions were. So how has Trigger heard of the wedding? He’d called him when he’d been with Mandy in her room. Now he was here, like he’d known they were all here, but Mac hadn’t focused on how odd that really was until now.
“How did that happen? Just in the area?”
Trigger tipped his beer, took a long swallow before tossing it in a nearby trash can. He grinned. “Yeah, landed a sweet position here with the Navy. Doing some training.”
“Nice.” Mac nodded to the two other men, remembering them as vaguely part of another unit, but neither were guys he knew very well. “You two here as well? Liking the beaches?”
“Shit yeah, and the babes.” The black-haired guy, Dave, if Mac remembered correctly, glanced around the area, already sizing up a few of the women over in the pool area. “Same game, different field.”
“Shit, Dave, is that all you think about?” Trigger settled next to Mac, looking like he was going to stay a while.
“Better than my hand, man.” Dave laughed and saluted them both with his beer. “Catch up with you later, Wolf.”
“Yeah, he’s all about the girls,” Trigger grumbled as Dave took off to intercept two blondes.
The guy next to him, Kev, laughed. “Who isn’t? Not all guys are like you, selective.”
Trigger didn’t seem happy with the comeback, but Kev set his beer down on the bar and called out for another then turned back to ask, “Hear about the Gonzales fuck-up?”
Mac froze already in the process of standing to leave. “No, what fuck-up?”
Trigger nodded. “Yeah, man, they let them out. All of them. Rumour says they’re here.”
“Here? In Hawaii?” Mac demanded.
Trigger said, “Yeah, seems they got out on some kind of deal with the Feds. Rumours are flying, though, about them being after the crew that caught them.” He paused and snorted. “Like that will ever happen. Ghosts, all of them, anyway. Bastard cartels are full of themselves and think they can hit our best. Those guys are long gone. Shit happened, what? Five years ago?”
Five
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