Bound By Seduction (A Red-Hot SEALs Novella Book 2) Read Online Free

flipped them. “You get your run in?”
    Aiden simply nodded. He’d traded an extra hour of slumber for a long, quiet jog through the streets of San Diego while the city slowly came awake around him. It wasn’t like he’d been getting any sleep anyway—at least, not of the restful variety—not with Demi climbing into his dreams and taunting him with her bare, silken skin.
    He glanced at the stove’s clock, urgency buzzing through him. He’d hoped the long, slow jog would curb the edgy tension, but it was getting harder these days to control his hunger. He’d waited a long time to stake his claim—too damn long. The reasons behind the endless wait had been sound, but that hadn’t made the intervening years any less frustrating.
    It was time to make a move.
    He would have done it last night, if not for the damn bachelor’s party, an invitation impossible to reject, since he was the best man.
    He glanced at the clock again and grimaced. At barely six-thirty in the morning, it was too damn early to show up at her door. He needed to kill at least another three hours, which gave him plenty of time for breakfast.
    “Tag up?” Aiden asked around another yawn.
    “Not yet.” Trammel took a couple steps to the right and opened a cupboard dragging down a stack of mismatched plates. “Looks like he has company.”
    “Company?” Aiden’s coffee cup paused on its way to his mouth. “He’s got a woman in there?”
    “Looks like it.” Trammel’s lip quirked. “Assuming he hasn’t taken to carrying a purse.” At the lift of Aiden’s eyebrows, he laughed. “There’s a black purse sitting on the mail table,” he said, referring to the waist-high wood table just past the entry where everyone dropped their keys, mail, weapons, or anything else they happened to be carrying when they walked through the door. “Didn’t you notice it?”
    Aiden shrugged. While a purse should have stood out in a house full of men, he’d had other things on his mind.
    “Well, that’s a first,” Aiden said, around another yawn.
    Tag hadn’t even brought Sarah to the condo before the big split, but then he and Trammel hadn’t exactly hidden their disapproval of that relationship either. What the hell had Tag been thinking, anyway? You didn’t poach a teammate’s girl, and Sarah had been engaged to Mitch, for fuck’s sake. She’d been off limits.
    Still, Tag hadn’t looked at another woman since she’d gone back to Mitch. And last night would have been a tough one if he still had feelings for her. A reminder her wedding was right around the corner. Maybe he’d taken another woman into his bed in the hopes of driving Sarah from his mind.
    As Trammel filled two plates with eggs, hash browns and a pile of bacon a rat-tat-tat sounded on the front door.
    “Mooch.” Aiden instantly recognized their teammate’s signature calling card. “How the hell does he do it?”
    Somehow the damn man always managed to show up when food was about to hit the table. He was particularly clever about showing up after the pizza delivery guy had been paid and sent on his way.
    While Trammel let Mooch in, Aiden filled up a third plate with eggs, hash browns and bacon. If they let Mooch fill up his own plate, there wouldn’t be anything left for Tag and his new lady.
    “Hey,” Mooch said as he walked into the kitchen. “Either of you get a look at Tag’s new piece of tail?”
    Aiden handed Mooch his plate and rummaged in the silverware drawer for a couple of forks. “Not yet. You?”
    Mooch shook his shaggy blond head, absently accepting the fork Aiden handed him. “They were gone by the time I hit the BU last night. Been hearing about her all night, though. Squirrel says she’s grade one dyn-o-mite. Dressed to score, with spiky pink hair.”
    Spiky pink hair…
    A heart-shaped face with a stubborn chin, brown—slightly tilted—eyes, and a prickly mess of spiky pink hair burst into Aiden’s mind. The bright pink hairdo had given him pause