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

the first time he’d caught sight of it, mostly because he’d been dying to dig his fingers into the cloud of soft brown hair that had floated around her shoulders prior to the new hairdo. But not even the neon blast of color and texture riding the top of her head had smothered his craving for her.
    It had been three years since her husband’s death. Three endless years. He was done with waiting. It was time to step up and remind Demi that she hadn’t followed her first love into the grave.
    He carried his plate into the living room and settled on the couch, resting his feet on the coffee table. As he worked through the food, he strategized the coming siege. Although ST7 was fresh off rotation, that didn’t mean much these days. With the world in a constant state of unrest, and new terrorist cells trying to make a name for themselves every day, his team could be called into action at any moment. He needed to make sure Demi was bound to him permanently by the time he was dragged away again. He needed to make sure she was as obsessed with him as he was with her. It was the only way to make sure she’d still be single and available when he returned from the next rotation.
    He’d just scooped up the last bite of egg topped hash browns when he heard the front door open. Since Trammel was sitting in the recliner across from him, Tag must have been outside. Jogging, most likely; the man ran as often as Aiden did, and probably for the same reason. To make sure his body was too damn tired to react to memories of a woman.
    Sure enough, when Tag stepped into the room his t-shirt was soaked with sweat. So was the waistband of his sweatpants. The guy had been going at it hard, for a long time, but from the tension carving his face it hadn’t helped a damn bit. Apparently, neither had the gal he’d brought home the night before.
    Aiden could sympathize. Almost. Tag should have never gone after Sarah in the first place, not with Mitch in the picture. He’d avoided the hell out of Demi when she’d been married, and her husband hadn’t even been a teammate.
    “Bro.” Mooch dropped his polished plate onto the coffee table and leaned back against the couch cushions with his fingers laced behind his head, watching Tag disappear into the kitchen. “You’re supposed to spend that energy on that sweet little thing you picked up last night, not on pounding the pavement all by your lonesome.”
    “You heard about that?” Tag asked, reappearing in the kitchen doorway with a piece of bacon in hand.
    “You picked her up at the BU. Everyone heard about it,” Mooch said absently. His eyes locked on the table next to the entryway and he rose to his feet. “Well now, what do we have here?”
    Aiden had to admit the shiny black rectangle of leather looked odd sitting there next to the sets of keys, boxes of ammo, and the guns.
    Tag followed Mooch’s gaze. “She left it in my truck when I dropped her off last night. Guess I’ll pay her a visit later today.”
    “Ah, the classic move a woman makes when she wants an excuse for the post-fuck meet up,” Mooch drawled, his voice brittle with cynicism. “Don’t fall for it, bro. Mail the damn thing back to her.” But a few seconds later the cynical tone shifted to admiring. “Hey, this is a sweet piece.”
    The reverence in the statement brought Aiden’s head up. There was no way in hell the man was talking about a purse. He grinned on finding a sleek, black beauty of a gun in his teammate’s hand. A shiny, compact, unidentified pistol.
    He exchanged intrigued glances with Trammel and they rose to their feet in unison, converging on the table. He recognized the weapon on closer examination, even though he’d only seen it on Smith and Wesson’s and Shooting Illustrated’s websites.
    “Hell, you picked up the Shield? ” he asked, moving in for a closer look. “The .40 caliber?”
    At Tag’s nod, he turned back to study the pistol in Mooch’s hands. While the Shield had released