One Night SEAL: A Bad Boy Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  Hoyt had always been into shit like this. But he was smart and capable, so he never was the type to get tangled up in the petty crap that a lot of guys got into, including me.

  It shouldn’t come as a huge shock that Hoyt had worked his way up through the Dixie Mafia. Frankly, I was lucky as hell that it was him who showed up. I remembered him and my brother hanging out after football games, laughing and drinking beer. We were all just kids back then, but Hoyt was a nice enough guy.

  Not a violent and sick fuck like the guys who worked for him, the guys who almost raped Hartley. Hoyt was reasonable at the very least, and I trusted that he’d take my offer up to his bosses.

  Whether they took my offer or not, well, that was another matter entirely. Who knew what they were thinking, if they thought they could get more from Hartley’s family by putting pressure on her, or if they saw value in me. It was hard to tell with these guys sometimes, but at least I’d gotten us through the night.

  Once Hoyt had left, I could tell the girl was exhausted. I’d had another drink and then let her sleep in the bed. She was snoring before I could even get comfortable, or at least as comfortable as I could get.

  I’d slept in some pretty fucked up situations as a SEAL. I was used to sleeping on rocks and shit. Still, I hated sleeping at the foot of a bed, especially when that bed had a fucking sexy, available woman sleeping in it.

  I’d had my chance. Damn was I fucking close, inches away from tasting those sweet lips, and she was dripping for it. I knew she wanted it, wasn’t stepping away, and fucking Hoyt ruined that. He broke the spell, and the girl seemed back to her normal, sullen self.

  “Morning,” she said, and I glanced up at her.

  “Morning.”

  “Been up long?”

  “Not long.”

  She sat up, her hair spilling down around her. “What’s the food situation?”

  I smirked at her. “You been awake for thirty seconds and you’re already thinking about food.”

  “What can I say? I like to start my day out right.”

  I sighed and sat up, stretching. “I can procure something, but you’re stuck with me today.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

  “I’m not fucking around with the Mafia, Hartley. You need to stick with me until they make up their mind.”

  “And if they don’t take the deal?”

  “We’ll figure that out.” I stood up and felt her eyes on my body. I walked to the bathroom, wearing only black boxer briefs and a tight white T-shirt.

  “Why the hell are you doing this?” she called after me.

  I paused in the doorway and grinned at her. “Because I was on leave and I was fucking bored. Plus, once I got a look at that fucking body in your cute little sundress, I wasn’t walking away.”

  She made a face, but I was already closing the door, laughing.

  Hartley wasn’t kidding when she said she liked breakfast. Three big pancakes and a large coffee later, she was sitting in the passenger seat of my car, looking out the window and wearing that sexy fucking dress again.

  We drove through downtown Knoxville, heading south. So much of the town had changed, but it still felt exactly the same. Knoxville had always had that small-town charm where everyone knew each other, for better or for worse. And unfortunately, my family didn’t exactly fly under the radar.

  Back in the day, my brother was the star of the football team. In a town like Knoxville, that was a pretty big fucking deal. Not to mention that many generations of our family had lived in town, and my parents were some notorious criminals in their own right.

  Though most of that didn’t matter anymore. Mom and Dad were both dead, and the cousins had all moved away. People were tired of Knoxville, the drugs and the crime, and they were running away.

  But not everyone. I recognized a few staples from the old days still out and about. It was strange, but it felt wrong somehow.

  “Where are we going?” Hartley asked.

  “Seeing my brother.”

  “He live nearby?”

  “We’re close.”

  “Okay, fine. After that, can you take me to my place? I need a proper shower and a change of clothes.”

  “After that, we’re stopping at a friend’s house. Then I’ll take you home.”

  She sighed. “I’m not a big fan of being held hostage, you know.”

  “You’re free to run off whenever you want, girl,” I said, smirking at her. “But the second you do, the Mafia will be after your pretty ass.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” she grumbled.

  I laughed, not able to hide my amusement at her. The girl had so much fire, and she wasn’t even hiding her anger at being trapped with me. That only made me fucking harder.

  It didn’t take long to get to where we were going. I pulled up the drive and savored the look on Hartley’s face as we stopped in the road.

  “You didn’t tell me he was dead,” she said softly. “Shit, Travis, I’m sorry.”

  I looked out over the old Knoxville graveyard and shrugged. “Doesn’t matter,” I said. “He died a long time ago, back in high school.”

  “How’d it happen?”

  “He got fucked up one night and drove his truck home. Ironically enough, another drunk driver smashed into him, and they both got killed.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said softly.

  “Doesn’t matter,” I said again, and climbed out of the car.

  I walked through the rows and finally stopped in front of Ray’s grave. He was buried next to Mom and Dad, though he died before they had a chance to. I hadn’t been back to see his gravestone since the day I enlisted, and frankly I never meant to come back.

  Ray’s death nearly broke me. I looked up to my older brother the way younger brothers did. I thought he was a fucking golden god, an idol worth praising. He was a football hero, a popular jock, good looking and smart.

  Except he wasn’t. He was an entitled dumbass who thought he was immortal. He got drunk and drove his truck, and he got killed because of it.

  “You want to be alone?”

  I glanced back at Hartley. “Nah. Come meet my family.”

  She walked up behind me. “I have to admit, this is a little weird.”

  I laughed. “You think it’s normal for me? I never planned on you coming here, but I came home for this, and so I’m getting it over with.”

  “How long’s it been?”

  “Over five years.”

  “Really? You haven’t been home in over five years?”

  “Really. I’ve been busy.”

  “Busy being a SEAL,” she said.

  I looked back at her and paused, caught by the way the light struck her hair. “That’s right,” I said.

  “How’d your parents go?” she asked.

  “Mom of lung cancer, Dad of an overdose about a month after she passed.”

  “I’m sorry. That’s a lot of tragedy for one family.”

  “Shit, my parents were assholes. They were criminals and addicts, lived their lives real hard. I’m surprised they lasted as long as they did.”

  “And your brother?”

  I frowned, looking down at his grave. “He didn’t deserve this,” I said slowly, “but he was an asshole too.”

  She cocked her head at me. “What about you? Are you an asshole, just like your family?”

  “Maybe,” I said, turning to her. “Guess you’ll just have to find out.”

  She looked at me for a second, a puzzled expression in her eyes. I grinned at her and started walking back toward the car. “Come on,” I said.

  “Wait. Don’t you want to visit more?”

  “I did what I came to do,” I said. “Let’s go.”

  She sighed and followed me. We climbed back into the car and I started the engine. She looked over at me. “Are you just going to drag me around behind you until this is all done?”

  I grinned at her, genuinely enjoying this moment. “I sure as fuck am. And you’re going to enjoy ev
ery minute of it.”

  “So far, you nearly made me climb out a window and took me to a graveyard. I’m not impressed.”

  “I also saved your pretty ass and fed you pancakes. I think I’m doing all right.”

  She cracked a small smile. “Yeah. You’re about even on the scorecard right now.”

  I put the car in gear and started driving. “We’re going to need to work on this attitude of yours,” I said to her as we hit the main road.

  “Attitude?”

  “Yeah. You don’t seem very grateful to the man who’s keeping you safe.”

  “I’m grateful that you saved me,” she said softly, “but I don’t know you.”

  “Guess not. I think you’ll enjoy our time together, though.”

  “See, that makes me think I won’t. You’re a cocky one.”

  “I’m only cocky because I know I can back it up. Like how I know that you’re dripping wet right now just thinking about me this morning, half naked. You looked at me like you wanted me to get into that bed with you more than anything.”

  “I doubt that,” she said. “Otherwise you would have.”

  I grinned at her. “Maybe I’ve got more self-control than you do.”

  “I doubt that even more, Travis Rock.”

  “All right then, Hartley. What’s your last name anyway?”

  “Baker,” she said.

  “Hartley Baker.” I smirked at her. “Definitely going to adjust that attitude before I’m done with you.”

  She made a face and shook her head before staring out the window, pointedly ignoring me.

  Fuck did I like her. I wanted to break her so badly, make her put down her defenses and spread those pretty legs for me. I could practically taste that sweet cunt of hers already.

  Ten more minutes of driving later and we pulled off the road onto a long gravel drive. It twisted up through the hills and finally spit us out in front of a squat cabin with a bunch of structures jutting off it. Junk was strewn about the yard, old farming equipment, cut-down trees, and other detritus from the years.

  Hartley stared at the place. “This looks like it was built by an insane person.”

  I laughed. “Well, you’re not too far off. Come on. Let’s go meet Markus.”

  “Markus?”

  “An old friend.” I climbed out of the car. “Markus! It’s Travis Rock!”

  Hartley stepped out of the car. The building was silent and looked like nobody had been inside it in years.

  “Looks like he’s not home,” she said softly.

  “Markus! Damn it, get out here,” I called out.

  “How do you know this guy anyway?” Hartley asked.

  “He’s a distant cousin of some kind,” I said. “Somewhere on my mom’s side, I think.”

  “I thought you said your family left Knoxville.”

  “I don’t really consider Markus family, exactly. More like a mentor in some ways. He’s a little strange.”

  “You don’t say.”

  I grinned at her. “Just be patient.”

  “I’m trying to be, but I’m a little out of my depths here.”

  “Don’t worry, girl. I got you.” I looked back toward the house. “Markus! It’s fucking Travis!”

  There was some noise from inside and then slowly the front door creaked open. Markus stepped out, holding a shotgun on his shoulder.

  He looked about the same as I remembered, except his beard had grown a bit grayer around the edges. Markus was tall and broad and a little fat, and he wore worn-out jeans with a fraying flannel shirt. His beard was unkempt, just like his long hair, which was pulled back loosely in a ponytail.

  “Travis?” he hollered back. “That you, boy?”

  “It’s me, all right,” I said. “Mind putting down that fucking shotgun?”

  He laughed and tossed it aside. “Ain’t even loaded. Come here, boy.”

  I smiled and walked up the porch and give him a big, warm hug.

  I’d always liked Markus, and it felt good to be around him again. Memories of my days as a boy in the local hills came rushing back, and I felt like just another green idiot again. I remembered the night Markus taught me how to capture raccoons, how to skin them, how to cook them, and how to eat them. He taught me how to shoot and how to fish. He was like a father, and a friend, and a close uncle.

  “How long’s it been, boy?” he asked.

  “Over five years,” I said as he let me go.

  “Damn. Look at you now. Not so scrawny anymore.”

  “You look about the same. Fat as ever.”

  He laughed loudly. “Fat! I’m just storing up my strength.”

  I grinned. “That’s what you always say.”

  He narrowed his eyes and looked past me. “Who’s this pretty little thing you got with you?”

  I looked over at her. “That’s Hartley.”

  “Damn, boy. She your woman?”

  “No, sir,” she said quickly. “We’re just friends.”

  I smirked at her. “That’s right. Great friends.”

  “Well shit, all right.” Markus leaned in toward me. “Better hit that soon, son. She’s ripe.”

  I elbowed him. “Knock it off. You gonna bring us inside?”

  “Yeah, okay. Follow me.”

  I motioned for Hartley to come on, and we followed Markus into his little cabin.

  The place was messier than I remembered, though not by much. Jars were scattered all over, and it smelled like moonshine, which wasn’t surprising. Markus made his living distilling liquor and selling it to the locals on the cheap. He cleared off the kitchen table and we sat down. He put three glasses down on the table and poured three drinks from a clear glass jar he had on the counter.

  “To fucking Knoxville,” he said.

  “To the Rock clan.”

  We clinked glasses and I watched Hartley take her drink.

  She nearly spit the damn thing out and ended up coughing. Markus laughed his booming, bear-like laugh, and I shot my moonshine back.

  “Damn stuff still tastes like shit,” I said, laughing. Hartley was slowly getting herself under control.

  “People don’t want it to taste any better,” Markus said.

  “Oh my god,” Hartley finally managed. “What was that?”

  I laughed at her. “Markus here makes some of the most disgusting moonshine in the state.”

  “It tasted like motor oil.”

  “You could degrease an engine with it, if you were wondering,” Markus said proudly. He poured three more drinks.

  “I don’t think I can,” Hartley said, staring at her liquor with fear in her eyes.

  I smirked and shot mine back. Markus laughed and did the same.

  “Come on now, Hartley,” I said. “You gonna insult the man?”

  “That’s right. I’m feeling very insulted.” Markus gave me a wink.

  Hartley eyed us both and made a face. “You two are some asshole con men, aren’t you?”

  Markus burst out laughing and I grinned at her. “Just trying to make you feel at home,” I said.

  “No, thanks. I’d rather feel like an outcast than drink more of that.”

  Markus shook his head, grinning. “That’s okay, little lady. This stuff isn’t for most folks. It’s a little too hard for you soft southerners.”

  She made another face at him. “Soft southerners?”

  “You know, fancy folk, with lots of money and a nice genteel charm.”

  “Okay, you know what?” Hartley picked up the glass, took a deep breath, and then slammed the drink back.

  She managed to swallow the stuff. Markus and I burst out laughing as she placed the glass down on the table, looking a little pained and woozy. I had to admit though, I was truly impressed. Markus’s moonshine was absolutely disgusting, and it took a strong person to take one shot of it and then come back for another.

  “I take it back,” Markus said once we were finished laughing. “This girl has some serious balls, Travis.”

>   “Damn right she does,” I said, grinning at her.

  “I don’t just have balls,” she said. “I have the biggest damn balls in this room.”

  That set Markus off again, and I just smirked at her, crossing my arms. There was something fucking strong about her that was so damn attractive to me. I was having a hard time keeping myself under control. I wanted to drag her out back and fuck her rough up against a tree, make her scream my name. I knew she could take it, and I knew she’d love it.

  “Okay, Markus,” I said finally as he calmed down. “Let’s get to business.”

  “Business? You got fucking business?”

  “Something like that.”

  “What do you need?”

  “Well, information for start. What happened to this place since I left?”

  “Hmmm,” Markus rumbled, pouring us all more drinks. Hartley eyed hers but said nothing. “Long story, that is.”

  “Give us the short version.”

  “Short version is, the economy went to shit and now everyone is fucking poor.”

  “What about the Dixie Mafia?”

  Markus scoffed. “Those fuckers? Pieces of shit moved in and took serious control about three years back. They started selling meth, and that shit just exploded as soon as the bottom dropped out the housing market.”

  “Makes sense.”

  “People like them, they take advantage of people’s desperation. It’s sick, you know. And this meth shit is killing folks all over the place. Crime is at an all-time high, and that’s saying something for Knoxville.”

  “Damn,” I said, glancing at Hartley. “What’s the local PD doing about all this?”

  “The sheriff don’t give a fuck. They’re all bought by the Dixie assholes,” Markus said. “Lots of honest folks are getting bought out of their homes as the developers start swooping in. You see the construction on the way into town?”

  “Yeah. I noticed that.”

  “That’s all from Dixie money. They’re evicting locals and building these big-ass cardboard fucking houses for rich folks to get a taste of the country life.”

  “Seems like that might be good for the town?”

  Markus spit right onto the floor. “Fuck that shit, Travis. Knoxville don’t need no rich ass strangers coming into our town and changing everything for us. Besides, it’s just making the Dixie assholes richer, and that’s not good for anyone.”