by Hamel, B. B.
“So then stop making comments.”
“I have to lie to everyone else. I’m not going to lie to you.”
“You can just not say it,” she mumbled.
“Why? I want you to know how badly I want that pussy on my mouth. I can make you come a thousand different ways, you know that?” I watched as she began to blush again, and I knew she was soaking wet for me in that moment. “I’m trained to know the human body. I can kill a man in a hundred ways with my bare hands. I can get a woman off even easier and in much more fun ways.”
“I don’t care,” she said. “And I doubt the military taught you that.”
“It didn’t, not exactly. That was my own training. And I’ve gotten very, very good at it.”
“Enough,” she whispered. She shook her head and took a deep breath and then stepped away from me. “I’m ordering food. What do you want?”
“Steak and a whisky,” I said, grinning at her.
“Okay.” She walked back toward the room.
“You going to hide in there all night?”
“Yeah,” she said, “I am.”
“Don’t trust yourself around me? Think you’re going to lose your mind and wrap those pretty legs around my face, let me eat you up?”
She looked at me quietly for a second. “Not at all,” she said finally, and then she turned and disappeared back into the bedroom.
I watched the door click shut.
My cock was so hard I could barely stand it.
God damn. That fucking girl drove me wild. Her words sounded like she didn’t want it, but every look begged to differ. She was practically dripping wet for me, begging for it, wanted me more than she even realized.
And fuck if I didn’t feel the same way.
What had I gotten myself into? Maybe it was a bad idea to choose a fake wife I wanted to fuck more than anything.
Or maybe it was the best decision I had ever made.
Only one way to find out.
Chapter Thirteen: Selena
The lights were bright as hell as I sat there and tried not to sweat.
After that arrogant asshole had walked in on me while I was getting changed, I pretty much went right to bed. I ate a little bit of the food that was delivered, but I didn’t have much of an appetite.
Because he was right. He was absolutely right. I didn’t trust myself around him. Every time he looked at me with that serious, piercing gaze and said something so deliciously inappropriate, I found myself so excited. My pussy would be dripping wet and I’d practically have to run away or else risk throwing myself at him.
And that was a real problem, because I wanted to keep things professional. The second we started mixing business with pleasure was the second I lost myself in all this.
I looked at him and he grinned at me. “Relax,” he said.
“I’m not relaxed?”
“You look like you’re about to get into a firefight with the Taliban,” he joked.
“So I looked terrified.”
He smiled softly and put his hand on my leg. I didn’t flinch or move it off since we were in acting mode. And since I really liked it there. “You’re going to be fine,” he said.
“Thanks.”
“Really. Just follow my lead.”
“Okay.” I looked at him for a second. “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“For being nice,” I said softly.
Whatever cocky response he had lined up was forgotten as a slim, gorgeous girl walked over to us.
“Nash!” she exclaimed. “Good to see you again.”
“Melissa.” He smiled and stood up. “I’m glad it’s you.”
“Why’s that?” She came over and kissed him on both cheeks.
“Because you’ll go easy on us.”
She smiled and looked at me. “Is this her?”
“Melissa, my wife, Selena.”
“Nice to meet you, lucky girl.”
I stood and shook her hand. “I am lucky,” I said.
“Damn right she is,” Nash said, laughing.
Melissa smiled again and sat down, turning her gaze back to Nash. The cameramen were getting set up, and a woman came over to pin a microphone to my shirt. Nash sat there and let people buzz around him, and I had to try hard not to swat them away. He looked like a Zen monk sitting in a forest, not like a Navy SEAL sitting in a media room.
“So, we’ll make this fast,” Melissa said. “I’m sure you guys want to get it over with.”
I laughed. “Yeah, we do.”
She ignored me, staring at Nash. “Nothing too tough question-wise, but I hope you’ll be forthcoming.”
“Sure,” he grunted. “Whatever you want.”
“Okay.” She looked at her crew. “Ready?” They gave her the all-clear sign and she looked back at Nash.
I got the distinct impression that she had absolutely no interest in talking to me at all and that she’d be looking to Nash for most of her answers.
Which suited me just fine.
“Nash Bell, how are you?”
“I’m good, Melissa. How are you?”
“I’m swell. So, who is this sitting with you?”
I smiled as Nash introduced me. “This is Selena Wood.” He paused dramatically. “My new wife.”
Melissa laughed. “Congrats to you two. Can I see the ring?”
I held my hand out, and she glanced at it before looking back to Nash. “So, tell me how it happened.”
“I was in Chicago doing interviews, a lot like this one. She was there visiting a friend.”
“That's fun,” Melissa said, smiling.
“Yeah, well, she’s a fun girl. More fun than I am. Anyway, I was at this bar, drinking like I normally do, and this girl comes up to me. I don’t know how, but she manages to trip and spill her damn drink right in my lap.”
Melissa laughed. “You’re kidding me.”
He shook his head, grinning. “True story. Right in my lap. Well, I bought her a new drink, and we hit it off from there.”
“Oh wow. How embarrassing,” Melissa said, laughing.
I glared at Nash. That asshole didn’t have to make me look like a clumsy idiot in our story. And Melissa was clearly eating it up; anything to make me look bad. The woman clearly had something against me, or maybe she had something for Nash.
“Tell me, Selena, is that how you remember it?”
“More or less,” I said quickly. “Although I remember he was much less smooth about the whole thing.”
Melissa laughed, delighted. “Well isn’t this a delicious story. So, you two eloped. Why?”
“Impatience,” Nash said. “You know how I’ve been lately, drinking too much, partying too much. I’m ready to get my life together, and I want that life to be with Selena.”
Melissa practically melted at that. “Wow Nash. That’s so sweet. Selena?”
I looked at her. “Yes?”
She frowned at me. “What do you think?”
I blinked, blanking for a second. Nash quickly put his hand on my leg again. “Sorry. She’s a little camera shy,” he said.
Melissa smiled. “That’s okay. Nothing to be afraid of. Just tell me about the wedding.”
“It was good,” I said finally. “I’m just glad he’s finally getting himself together, is all.”
“Great,” she said, turning back to Nash. “Now, I have some questions about the upcoming movie.”
I spaced out as the two of them chatted about the movie and the book. I didn’t know why I had blanked like that and panicked. It must have been because of Nash’s answer. It had just seemed so sincere and honest, and frankly, it had taken me off guard.
He hadn’t said any of that stuff to me, or at least he hadn’t prepared me for that. I didn’t know he was playing this whole thing as some redemption story, but that did make sense. He wanted it to look like he was settling down, get the publishers off his back, make his fans happy.
And I was his arm candy, there to smile and look w
holesome.
Fine. So long as I got my million dollars, I could do that. I could be his window dressing.
The interview slowly wound down and finally ended. We all stood up and shook hands again, though Melissa lingered on Nash.
“Great seeing you again, Nash,” she said. “We have to catch up.”
“Of course,” he said, smiling at her. “Whenever you want.”
“I’ll call you.” She glanced at me. “Bye, sweetie.” She turned and walked away.
I unclipped my microphone and placed it on the chair as Nash did the same thing. He grinned at me. “Good job,” he said.
“I don’t like her,” I said, and quickly regretted it.
His grin got huge. “Yeah? Because she wants to suck my cock, and that makes you jealous?”
“No,” I said. “Because she seems stuck up.”
“Yeah, okay.” He smirked at me, shaking his head. “Seriously though, you did great. We should celebrate.”
“Don’t you have a bunch more interviews to do?”
“Sure,” he said. “Afterward.”
“What should I do?”
“Go find Liv and sit with her. She’ll keep you safe.”
I nodded and started to walk away. I paused and looked back at him. “You didn’t mean any of that stuff, right?”
He cocked his head at me. “Acting, remember?”
“Right. Acting.”
I turned and quickly walked away.
So that was my first media interview. It was actually pretty painless, much easier than I had expected. Granted, Livy had specifically set us up with an easy first interview to ease me into the process. They’d only be getting harder and more intense from here on out.
But still, I found that sitting there and pretending like I was in love with Nash wasn’t so difficult. I mean, I didn’t love him for real of course; he was a cocky asshole. But he was charming and warm and kind when he wanted to be, too. There was more to him than just some dickhead Navy SEAL, though he was all SEAL.
All muscles and power and strength.
I quickly found Liv and sat down next to her. She more or less ignored me, which was fine with me.
I spent the next few hours watching Nash answer question after question, his smile plastered on his face.
Chapter Fourteen: Nash
My face was fucking tired of smiling by the time the day was finally over.
Mercifully, nobody wanted to interview Selena. Whether it as because they didn’t know who she was or because Liv did a good job of scaring them off, I couldn’t be sure. But we got through the day with only minor inconveniences.
“You’re good at that,” Selena said to me in the cab ride back to the hotel.
“Thanks, I guess,” I said.
“Seriously. You don’t seem like the media type, but you’re good at it.”
“It’s not really something I want to be good at.”
“Why not?”
I sighed, looking out the window. “This was never my idea,” I said softly.
“What do you mean? Aren’t you happy your book is doing well?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Hell fucking no,” I said. “I never wanted a book to begin with.”
She frowned at me. “I’m confused.”
I looked at her and shrugged. How could she understand? She couldn’t, especially considering I wasn’t supposed to tell her the truth about this whole book deal farce.
For me, it was just another fucking mission that had to be completed. The money, the fame, it was all just shit I had to deal with.
The only thing I wanted more than anything else in the world was to get back out in the field. I wanted to feel the sun on my face, to feel the terror in my heart as I rode out into battle. I wanted to feel fucking alive again.
I was a soldier, a Navy SEAL. I was a fucking warrior. I wasn’t some media asshole smiling for the cameras and trying to act like I gave a shit about the same fucking questions.
How could Selena ever understand that? She’d never experienced combat, never felt like what she was doing was the most important thing in the world. I’d felt like I had purpose out there fighting for my country and killing terrorist bastards.
Back in the States, sitting in front of cameras, I felt like a fucking clown.
“Nothing,” I said finally. “It’s nothing.”
“Come on,” she said, “you wanted to say something.”
I grinned at her. “Let’s go celebrate.”
She smiled uncertainly. “That was an abrupt change in conversation.”
“Yeah, well, take the hint.”
She laughed. “Celebrate what?”
“Your first interview. We got through that shit together.”
“I don’t know.”
“Driver,” I said, “you know a bar near here called Mickey’s?”
“Sure,” he said.
“Take us there.”
“Hold on,” Selena said. “I didn’t say I wanted to go.”
“Take us, driver,” I said, and looked back at her. “Come on. One drink.”
She sighed. “Fine.”
We pulled up outside the bar a few minutes later. I climbed out and paid the cabbie and then smiled at Selena.
“Welcome to the best dive in the city.”
She laughed. “It does look like a shithole.”
“Hell yeah. Real people come here.”
Mickey’s was the epitome of a dive bar. The door was old and the paint was peeling off, and the sign was basically nonexistent. Unless you knew about it, you’d never want to stop and walk inside.
I’d been to NYC a ton of times during the last couple of years. I never failed to visit Mickey’s at least once, usually way more often. I pushed inside the door, dragging Selena behind me.
Inside, it was dark and it was loud. People sat up at the bar and at random tables, and I found us two spots at the end of the bar. The floor was slightly sticky and half the lights didn’t work, but it felt like fucking home.
It helped that they knew me here and knew not to fuck with me. The bartender gave me a nod and brought over a whisky. “What can I get for the lady?”
“Whatever he’s having,” she said.
He smirked at her and came back with a whisky, placing it down in front of her.
“Thanks, Jimmy,” I said to him.
“No problem, Nash.”
Selena looked at me. “You know him?”
“This is my favorite bar. Plus, I’m a little famous. I let them take a picture of me in here for their wall in exchange for leaving me the fuck alone when I come in.”
She laughed. “Where’s the wall?”
“Men’s bathroom. It’s just me and Regis Philbin.”
She cracked up and sipped her drink, making a face. “I’m not a whisky fan.”
“Why order it then?” I asked, taking a sip of mine.
“You’re always drinking it. I guess I wanted to try it.”
I laughed. “Takes a mature tongue.”
“I don’t have a mature tongue?”
“Not like mine, you don’t.” I smirked at her. “You’d be lucky to feel my tongue.”
“Doubt it. Your tongue is too busy flapping in front of the cameras.”
“Yeah, well.” I knocked back my drink and motioned for another. “Not my choice.”
“You keep saying that.”
“You ever do something that made you feel whole?”
She looked at me for a second before finally shaking her head. “No. I guess not.”
“That’s how I felt out in the fucking desert, killing bad guys. And you know what? I was good at it.”
“Yeah. That’s what your book says.”
I snorted. “Book doesn’t say shit. That stuff all happened, but not exactly the way it’s written. The truth is way better, but it’s also classified.”
“So why not go back out there?” she asked.
“Can’t,” I said, and I knew I was getting into dan
gerous territory.
“Why not?”
I thought for a second, trying to decide what she could know and what she couldn’t. “Korengal Valley, a few years ago. I was on a mission to hunt down a pack of terrorists trying to cross into Pakistan.” I nodded at Jimmy and took the drink he placed in front of me, sipping it. Selena was sitting there, staring at me intently.
“It was going well. We hunted them into a wooded area, but our scout overstretched and we got spotted. During the firefight, I took a bullet to the chest.”
She frowned. “That’s the scar right near your heart, isn’t it?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Tore right through me, missed my heart by fucking millimeters. Almost bled out, but our medic saved me, kept me alive long enough to get me out of there.”
“You almost died,” she said.
“Yeah, almost.”
“And you want to go back?”
“I do,” I said. “I don’t think you could understand unless you really did something that made you feel right. But after that injury, the upper brass thought they were doing me a favor by giving me an honorable discharge.” I shook my head, annoyed. That last bit was a slight lie, or at least it was the truth according to the public record.
“And so you wrote a book,” she said.
“Sort of. I was contacted by my publisher, asked if I was interested. Some other guy actually wrote the thing. I just told him some stories.”
She nodded. “So why do this tour though? All this publicity?”
“If I don’t, it all goes away.”
“You don’t care about the money, though. I just don’t get it.”
I frowned, shrugging. I wanted to tell her the truth so badly, but I knew that I could fuck everything up if I did. Instead, I leaned in and grinned.
“The pussy,” I said.
“What?”
“It’s all this pussy. If I weren’t famous, it wouldn’t be so easy.”
She shook her head, mystified. “You’re such an asshole. Can’t be serious for one second, can you?”
“I am serious,” I said, sipping my drink. “That’s my other skill. Fighting and fucking.”
“The only things a well-rounded man needs,” she joked.
“I can drink to that.”
She smiled and we clinked glasses, sipping.