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Navy Seal’s Second Chance Secret
By: Holly Jaymes
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Navy Seal’s Second Chance Secret
Chapter 1
Declan
Passage West.
Shit, it had been six years, and nothing had changed. Even the damn lamp post next to the gym still had a bulb missing, so the whole street was shrouded in darkness. The trees looked a little taller, and some of the buildings had received a new lick of paint, but that was about it.
I could hear Max’s voice reverberating in the gym as I pushed open the door. My gray canvas shoes squeaked as I walked down the empty hall. Max’s whistle blew, and I thought about how I’d always known he would coach the team. Even as kids, basketball was his number one passion.
We used to spend hours in this gym. Or on the baseball field or running. Max and I had connected on fitness at a very young age, and we had stuck to it.
He should have left this place. He should have taken up the offer from Philadelphia 76ers. Where would he have been if he did?
Max didn’t see me come in; he was lecturing his team of teenagers with his hands on his stocky hips. I had stayed away from Passage West for six years for a handful of reasons, but Max wasn’t one of them. I loved this guy like a brother, and even though I hadn’t seen him in so long, our friendship hadn’t faltered.
I dropped my rucksack to the maple wood floor, and as noiselessly as possible, I snuck up behind Max. The boys had seen me, but I had put a finger to my lips to indicate that they shouldn’t give my position away.
Max was holding the basketball, and in one swift motion; I had knocked it out of his hands, dribbled it three times on the floor as I ran with it and I made the basket. I clung to the basket, with my legs swinging in the air for a few seconds before I jumped down. The boys were clapping and hooting, and I saw Max’s astonished face. He still couldn’t believe what had just happened.
“Declan! You bastard!” he yelled at the top of his lungs and came charging towards me. We were laughing, as I ran with the ball, dribbling and dodging his every move. We’d done this a million times, maybe more. Max was always good. He was great, but now I had the element of surprise on my side.
He tried to tackle my every move, but I made the basket once again, and there were cheers behind us. The boys were enjoying themselves, watching their coach get beaten.
Laughing, I finally stopped when Max choked me from behind, and I grabbed his arms, flipping him over and he landed on his back. Max let out a loud groan, and his face had turned red, but we were both still laughing and panting at the same time.
“Fuck, Declan! I’m an old man now,” he said, as I bent over him, peering into his face. He was still in good shape. I laughed and held out a hand, and he caught it and stood up.
“How are ya, Max?” I said, thumping his back and he was shaking his head.
“Declan Wheeler! In the flesh,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. We were smiling at each other, still in disbelief that we were seeing each other after so many years.
“Max Smyth, still shooting hoops,” I said.
“What? Did the Navy kick you out for banging the Captain’s daughter?” Max said, laughing, and I shook my head with a smile.
“You know she wouldn’t tell on me,” I was laughing too, and Max threw an arm over my shoulder.
“I don’t see you in six years, and now you show up out of the blue. What do you want?” Max asked as we walked towards the gym doors.
I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head.
“Nothing, man. I wanted to see you, and I had some time off,” I said and thumped Max’s back again.
“Parents still in LA?” he asked, and I nodded.
“So, you’re back here just to visit me?” he added.
“Why is that so hard to believe?”
“Because I didn’t think I’d see you again. Thought Passage West has nothing left for you anymore.”
I stopped in my tracks and thrust my hands into the pockets of my jeans.
“I wanted to see you, Max,” I said, trying to sound serious and he was laughing again.
“I believe you man, I believe you. I knew you couldn’t stay away for too long!” he said, coming over to thump me on my back again.
“Boys! Class dismissed!” he called out loudly to his team who were still standing around watching their coach’s sudden change in mood.
“And maybe you can give me a few tips on how to toughen these kids up. I wouldn’t mind running a tight ship ‘round here. Get it? Tight Ship. Ship because you’re in the Navy,” Max was laughing at his own pun, and I shook my head indulgently at him.
“Yeah Max, I get it. You’re still fifteen,” I said, as we walked out to the car park.
I’d stayed away from this town for so long, but now there was no running away. It was time to face the past.
Chapter 2
Piper
I shouldn’t have come here alone, but tonight I had come with a plan of being reckless. I’d picked this town particularly because it was three hours away from Passage West and I knew I wouldn’t be recognized.
I emptied the gin and tonic straight down my throat as the loud thumping sounds of the nightclub seeped into my soul. I blinked and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
The floor felt like it was jelly. My body was bouncing without me even moving.
I saw the guy again from the corner of my eye. We’d bumped into each other on the dance floor earlier, my ass barely grazing his thighs, and I saw the look he’d given me.
I figured that if I got enough gin in my system, I’d be able to do it finally. I’d be able to sleep with him and get it over with.
The straps of my figure-hugging sequin dress had slunk down over my shoulders, and I tugged them back into place. I was making my way straight to the center of the dance floor, weaving through the crowds, squeezing past shoulders. From the corner of my eye, I could see that the guy was following me there.
My plan was working. Square-jawed, stylishly unkempt blond hair, muscular, athletic body. He was the whole package. At least body-wise, and he looked like a guy who would be experienced enough to know what to do. I needed to feel good. I needed him to make me forget even if it was going to be a quickie and I’d never see this guy again. Tonight was all about taking charge of my life and going ahead with it. It was the only way I was ever going to move on.
I bit down on my lip and held my glass up in the air as I swayed to the music. The gin was oozing through my veins, and I ran a hand through my shoulder length blond hair, rummaging it so that it fell over my face now. Through the strands of hair, I could see him approaching me.
“You look like you’re having fun,” he said, with a wide delicious grin on his face and I checked him out. As attractive as he was, I didn’t exactly “want” him. I’d never wanted anyone like that in a long time, and that was the problem.
“What?” I said, leaning over towards him, aware that the neck of my dress would have laid open then and as I predicted, he looked down my cleavage.
“I said that you look like you’re having fun,” the guy said, pushing his face straight up to my ear so that I could smell the beer on his breath. I pulled away from him and bit down on my lip. I swayed to the music some more, making sure that my body moved in all the ways that I knew turned men on. It wasn’t that I didn’t know men wanted me. I was aware of how they looked at me. I knew exactly how many of them in Passage West would have given anything for an opportunity to ask me out.
There were two factors always at work against them. One was that I wasn’t attracted to any of them. And secondly, my older brother Max would beat their asses if they came anywhere near me.
This guy, however, didn’t know any of that, and he gathered the courage to place his hands on my waist, and I jutted my hips out towards him.
He smiled at me, and I curled my lips seductively at him. We danced to the music, with people’s backs pressing up against us, driving us even closer to each other. I could see it in his eyes; he wanted what I wished I wanted. What I was pretending to want. I ran my hand over his wide chest.
“Hey, wanna get out of here?” he asked, leaning to me again. His tongue lightly flicked my earlobe when he said it, and I felt a tingle in the pit of my belly. I knew my body craved sex, but my brain was telling it otherwise. I forced myself to smile at him again and licked my lips.
“Why?” I asked, swinging in his arms, as his eyes drank i
“Because I wanna fuck you. That’s why. And I know you wanna fuck me,” he said in my ear again, and I pulled away from him, threw back my head and laughed. The guy was smiling, enjoying how carefree I was and how close he had gotten to me so quickly.
So, my plan had worked. I was going to get what I had come here for. All I had to do was lead the way, and I’d finally break the six-year spell of celibacy.
“So?” he arched his sharp eyebrows and brought his face closer to me again. I knew he wanted to kiss me. He was going to stick his tongue down my throat any moment now. I placed my hands on his chest and gave him a gentle but firm push.
“You’ve got it all wrong, man. I just wanted to dance,” I said, and the smile dropped from my face.
“What the fuck!” I heard him call, as I wriggled out of his grip and started weaving my way out of the crowd again.
I decided to call my friend Melanie. I knew this wasn’t smart. I shouldn’t have been alone in the first place, and I knew she wouldn’t mind driving me home.
As I waited for Melanie I had to grit my teeth so I wouldn’t scream. I was so mad! Once again I had tried and failed. Once again I couldn’t bring myself just to do it. I wanted to just sleep with a stranger. I’d tried everything so I could move on, but nothing had worked.
It had been six years, and I was still here, mending a broken heart over Declan Wheeler who I would never have. He had joined the Navy first of all, which meant that he would probably never come back to Passage West and more importantly, he was my brother’s best friend.
Chapter 3
Declan
Max and I were lounging on the couch, with an NBA game on mute on the TV screen. We’d been drinking cans of beer for the past few hours, and my mind was already swimming with drink, and my stomach was hurting from how hard we’d been laughing.
I heard the jingle of keys in the lock on the front door first, and Max turned too when the door flew open. I had to blink hard to see the girl more clearly as she stumbled into the house. Other than the light from the TV screen, the house was in darkness, and it seemed like she couldn’t find her way.
“Piper!” Max jumped off the couch and rushed towards his sister.
Piper? No way!
She pushed against her brother’s chest and wriggled out of his grip while Max tried to hold her up.
“What the Hell, Piper? Have you been drinking?” Max was shouting now, while she pulled down the shiny tight dress she was wearing. It had ridden high up her thighs, and I noticed how endless long her legs were. Piper had always been a tall kid, but now, her breasts were fuller, her ass was small but firm, and that waist was tiny as ever. I shifted in my seat.
“Have you been driving in this state?!” Max screamed again, and she rolled her eyes drunkenly at him and then her gaze fell on me. I saw the look of horror on her face. It had been six years. The last time I saw her, she was nineteen and a serious student. Piper never went anywhere without a book in hand.
Now she was wearing loud red lipstick and a dress that made sure I didn’t look anywhere but directly at her cleavage.
“Hey,” I said casually, a grin forming on my face. She still hadn’t moved, and I noticed how the color drained from her face. It was like she’d seen a ghost.
“What’s going on?” she squeaked, while Max glared at her. She wasn’t looking at him anymore, and I could see a foggy drunken glaze over her eyes.
“You are drunk, and you’ve been driving. That’s what’s going on. Are you out of your mind? Where have you been?” Max was screaming again, and Piper blinked a couple of times while still staring at me.
“Melanie drove me home. I’m fine.” She said calmly.
I carefully placed the can of beer beside me on the floor and stood up.
“How have you been?” I asked, pushing my hands into the pockets of my jeans. She gulped, following my every movement with her eyes.
“What is he doing here?” she asked, in a voice that sounded like a wail. She had turned to her brother and Max crossed his brows.
“He’s visiting. I thought you were out with Melanie. Is she here?” Max went to the window and peeped out through the curtains to look out.
“She’s not there, Max. She went home. I went alone and she came and picked me up.” She said, with a deathly hollow in her voice. She had dragged her gaze away from me, but I could see how her body had stiffened.
I stepped towards her and Piper stepped quickly back, bumping into her brother who caught her by the shoulders again.
“Piper, seriously. Do you know how dangerous this is? Where did you go? Dressed like this!” Max was growling now, and I stopped in my tracks. Clearly she didn’t want me to get anywhere close to her.
“Your brother’s right, Piper,” I said, holding her gaze and her lips parted.
What had happened to the nineteen-year old I used to know? She was always a bit of a brat and Max, and she was constantly fighting, but this was not the woman I would have pictured her to grow up to be. But she was more stunning than I had imagined her. And she was also my best friend’s sister.
“Stop telling me what to do!” she blurted out suddenly, whipping around to her brother with renewed energy.
“You’ve been out all night. I have no idea where. You were drinking alone. I am happy that at least you didn’t drive home drunk, but I have every right to scream at you,” Max was yelling, and I felt nostalgic suddenly. How many of these sibling fights had I witnessed? I couldn’t help but smile at them as I watched, even though I knew that Max was right and this was serious stuff. Anything could have happened to her.
“I need to move out of this place. It’s so lame that I’m still living with my brother,” Piper muttered angrily and pushed past Max, a little unsteady on her feet.
“Well, tough luck!” Max screamed after her. “Come back here, Piper! This is ridiculous! Quit acting like a child!”
She ran past me too and down the hall and then we heard the bang of her bedroom door, and there was finally silence in the house again.
“Sorry ‘bout that, man. I don’t know what’s gotten into her,” Max said, shaking his head as he took another swig of his beer.
I sat back down on the couch and took in a deep breath, still feeling a little unsettled after seeing Piper and how much she had changed.
“Does she still read as much as she used to?” I asked Max, trying to get him to calm down a little. He shook his head dejectedly.
“No, she gave up all her hobbies and all her dreams so that she could run a charity store for The Cancer Society,” Max said, and I crossed my brows in disbelief. I would have bet any amount of money that Piper was destined to become a lawyer.
“The Cancer Society? You mean…” I began to say, and Max nodded his head.
“Yeah, in memory of mom. Ever since she died, Piper hasn’t been the same,” he said.
