Misbehave: A Navy SEAL Romance

by Tia Siren

  “That should be easy for you then.” He turned to glare at Alicia, who laughed in amusement. “I meant, I’m an actress. There is no possible way you can meet someone, get them to fall in love with you within thirty days, and accept a proposal. It’s not possible.”

  “And this involves you how exactly?”

  “Come on, baby,” Alicia said, rolling her eyes. “It’s been over three years now since you and I started seeing each other casually. I know you. You don’t ever return to the same woman more than once.”

  “You’d only want to get married to me because you’d get something out of it,” he said. “What’s the catch with you?”

  “There’s no catch. I just care about you is all.”

  She was careful not to mention the word love. That one word never felt good on Luke’s tongue. It opened you up for certain heartbreak, so he never said it to anyone. Even his own father had never said it.

  Luke took a long drink before pouring himself another glass. “Well, I appreciate it, but you were voted off that island a long time ago.”

  Alicia stiffened. “Come again?”

  “It mentions your name specifically in the will,” Luke said. “My father will not hand anything over with you tied to me.”

  “Bastard,” Alicia spat, shaking her head. Her nice and pleasant attitude was gone, as he had expected it would be. “What does he have against me exactly?”

  He set his empty glass down on the bar top. “I have no idea. He’s apparently against me too, so don’t feel too shitty over it. He doesn’t want me to have his business; that’s for damn sure.”

  “What is your plan of attack then?” She crossed her tanned and slender arms expectantly. “There has be a loophole around that will of Roderick’s. Do you have a lawyer scouring that document yet?”

  “Already did,” Luke said. “He’s told me the same thing. There is only one way to get this inheritance.”

  “Find someone to love you in thirty days?”

  “Yes,” he said, and capped the whiskey bottle. “That’s what I’m going to have to do.”

  Hands were suddenly touching his chest. Deft fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt before slipping inside. Luke let his eyes close in pleasure as one of those hands meandered downward to the one place he really needed it.

  “I don’t know if I can stand the thought of someone besides me touching you,” Alicia purred into his ear before nipping on the lobe.

  His arousal hardened even more, aching to be released from the confines of his pants. He didn’t bother stating that he had slept with other woman besides her. The last thing he wanted was to have an angry confrontation with Alicia when all he needed was a good lay. She had a temper on her, similar to his own, and was unafraid of anyone or anything.

  Those skilled fingers sank past the waistband of his jeans to grasp him firmly. Luke let out a groan before reaching down with his own hand to guide her movements against him.

  “Someone has missed me,” she whispered, giving him a wicked squeeze. “You can’t tell me that there is someone else out there in the world who can take it in bed like I do.”

  She had him there. Alicia felt no pain. There were even a few times Luke had hesitated in fear that he had hurt her. He wasn’t afraid to be dominant in the bedroom, but not on the painful side of things. Still, Alicia would only murmur to keep going or flip him over to ride him wildly until release.

  Today, though, he was in no mood to let her be in control.

  Savoring the touch of her fingers against him, Luke whirled around to grasp Alicia’s head in a searing kiss. They kissed hotly while Luke ripped at the straps of her dress, shoving the thin material down her slender arms to bare her breasts to his touch. She hadn’t bothered with wearing a bra on her way to his apartment.

  He gripped at the tender flesh there while Alicia’s hands ripped steadily at his clothes. The fabric of his shirt parted, and he stepped back to shrug out of it quickly. He tugged the rest of Alicia’s dress down past her slender hips and legs. She was completely bare beneath the dress, and he hardened even more at the sight of her sex already moist for him.

  Raising a hand, he let his fingers slip into the wetness between her thighs. Alicia’s head tilted back as she moaned in pleasure. He set a hard and rough rhythm that he knew she could handle but would bring her to a quick climax.

  Sunlight danced between the valley of her breasts. A sheen layer of moisture covered her entire body. Her legs trembled, a sure sign of an impending orgasm. Blinded by the lust and frustration simmering in his veins, Luke withdrew his hand before she could go over the top.

  Alicia tilted her head down to look at him with a mischievous smile. She knew well that he liked the feeling of her orgasm while inside her.

  He didn’t give her a chance to speak. Swooping her up into his arms, Luke threw her down onto the same couch she had been lounging on while waiting for him to arrive. He unbuttoned his pants and then shoved the offending fabric down his legs, followed by his boxers.

  “Come to me,” Alicia said, holding out a hand and letting her long legs fall apart in a wordless invitation. “I know you want this.”

  He was so hard he couldn’t think coherently. Grabbing ahold of Alicia’s right leg, he propped it up on his shoulder while adjusting himself to sit comfortably between her bent legs. Her thighs immediately squeezed his hip bones in a silent encouragement.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered.

  Not needing any more encouragement, Luke thrust hard into her with a relieved groan. He thrust hard and fast, the pace as brutal as he could handle. Alicia let out whimpers of pleasure while her hands palmed at his backside.

  This sort of thing would never win over Paige’s affections. That thought trickled into the back of his mind.

  Virgin. It was fucked up to think about it, but the thought aroused him even more. He thrust harder to the thought of Paige underneath of him, writhing in pleasure on the edge of her climax. He could picture it so vividly in his mind that when he glanced down, it took him a second to realize it was Alicia’s face contorted in pleasure.

  He could only imagine how it would feel to have Paige in his bed for the first time. He had no intention of sticking to her afterward, but it was for the better. He was too far gone to ever be in a normal, healthy adult relationship.

  Hot muscles constricted around him. Alicia let out a trembling scream as she bucked up against him in a series of moans and pants. Letting go of everything, Luke clenched his teeth as he thrust wildly into the tightness and wetness. His orgasm came barreling down hard on him.

  “Fuck, Paige,” he groaned out, sweat dripping off every inch of him.

  Hands shoved violently at his chest. Luke slipped away when he realized what he had said. Sitting up quickly, Alicia glared at him. Her face was also sweaty and flushed from their ardent activities. “Who the fuck did you just call me?”

  “No one,” he said coolly. “Don’t worry about it.”

  Alicia huffed as she slid off the couch. “Right, don’t worry about it, Luke. Next time we fuck, I’ll make sure to yell out some other man’s name when I’m fantasizing about him with you on top of me.”

  Irritation shot through him. That sated feeling hadn’t lasted long. Alicia stomped over to the bar to grab her dress from the floor. Not in the mood to fight, Luke sat back on the couch to let the sunshine warm his naked body. He didn’t care if his neighbors in the other building got an eyeful. It felt relaxing, despite Alicia hurling insults at him.

  “Are you even listening to me?” Alicia demanded, thumping him on the shoulder hard.

  “No, I’m not,” he snapped, looking up at her with a glare. “Get out, Alicia. If you’re going to act like a psycho, get out. I’ve got enough to deal with without your crazy moods.”

  She hugged her dress close to her chest angrily. “Fuck you, Luke. Just fuck you.”

  After stomping across the floor, Alicia punched the elevator button. She stepped inside with her dress still cl
utched tightly to her chest, completely naked behind it. Her eyes narrowed at him before the elevator doors shut and he heard the whir of it heading down.

  There was no doubt that his team would get a good eyeful when she reached the bottom. Things like that never mattered to Alicia anyway. Hell, they had fucked in a hotel elevator that had a camera at one time, the feed of which had been aired on TMZ a few years ago. He could still remember his father yelling at him over that one.

  This was revenge for all the times Luke had done everything he possibly could to defy his father’s values. Marriage, relationships, things like that had never been high on his agenda. He loved oil. He loved being in business. Those were the things that were the most important to him. Now he had to adjust those around in the next thirty days to win over Paige. Money obviously didn’t impress her, so he had to do something else.

  Even if it gave him a headache.

  “You’re a prick, Dad,” he said, shaking his head with a sigh. “I don’t think you realize how much of a fucking prick you really are.”

  Chapter Five

  Paige

  “This is where Luke wanted us to meet?”

  Paige took in the jungle of greenery as they drove up a twisted and private driveway to a small restaurant centered in the middle of it all. It was still warm, even a bit balmy, when she rolled down the passenger window to inhale the scent of fresh herbs and greenery.

  “Yes,” Shannon said, gazing out the window as well with a smile. “It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?”

  “I never imagined it’d be so nice here upstate,” Paige replied. She shook her head in amazement. “Who knew you all had farms upstate. It’s almost like being home.”

  A pang of homesickness went through her just thinking that. Her parents were most likely out working on the farm right now. It had taken all day with the three of them doing it together, but she imagined it took them longer now that she was gone.

  If her parents even knew about Luke. A headache pounded in Paige’s head as she imagined the onslaught of questions. She’d definitely get a lecture about dating an older man with tons of money. It wouldn’t be a “I’m so happy for you, honey” type of conversation. It’d be a “I don’t think you can handle that type of situation, Paige” type of conversation. They had never been approving of her possibly dating—even in high school.

  That was what had driven her to sneak around with Marcus after school. She had loved it back then, too. It had been thrilling to sneak around until that night Marcus had convinced her to make out in the back of his Jeep.

  After that, her hopes of finding a boyfriend like any other sixteen-year-old girl in her class had been dashed. Her parents had set a harsh rule that there would be no dating until she was eighteen and out of their house.

  Not that it had mattered anyway. She never trusted anyone again after finding out that Marcus had been in on it just to appease his ex and friends at the time.

  The car pulled up next to a large patio area with lantern lights wrapped around the porch railing. Luke stood on the porch with one hand tucked casually in the pocket of his dark jeans. Unlike the other time she had seen him, this time he wore a simple white shirt with a zip-up sweater. His blond locks were tousled but pushed back from his sharp face. He looked more at ease than the other time as he talked to Toby while they waited for the girls’ car.

  Nerves fluttered in Paige’s stomach when Luke turned to look at the car. Smoothing the silky fabric of her floral dress, Paige reached for the door to open it but found Luke already there.

  “Hey,” he said after tugging the door open. “I’m glad to see you here. You look beautiful by the way.”

  He smiled, revealing a set of white pearly teeth. Paige stared up at him as she tried to discern if any of that was fake, but she couldn’t pick anything up. He seemed genuinely happy to see her.

  “Hi,” she said, and she slid out of the passenger seat with help from Luke’s hand. He let it drop the second she was standing. “This is a beautiful place up here. I never thought there would be a place like this in New York.”

  “Upstate is different from the city,” Luke said. “I have a farm up here that I come to whenever I need a break from the city.”

  He extended a hand toward the patio. Paige stepped up onto it gingerly in her pair of strappy heels. Without pause, Luke held out an arm with a charming grin.

  Maybe Shannon is right. Paige took ahold of his arm, tucking her hand into the strong curve of his elbow. She felt his muscles flexing beneath his sweater as he led her around the corner with a chatting Toby and Shannon behind them. He is different when he isn’t moody.

  “I figured you would like this place,” Luke said. “I’m sure it’s a lot better than how crazy it was in that lounge.”

  “A bit better,” she agreed, tensing at the mention of last Friday night.

  Luke glanced at her with a contrite expression. “I am sorry about that night, by the way. Whiskey can get me in a bad mood if I’m not careful.”

  “I noticed,” Paige said, and grimaced at how bitchy she sounded. “I’m sorry too. I have a tendency not to let things go easily.”

  “Duly noted.”

  A large greenhouse covered the back part of the restaurant. Flowers, vegetables, and herbs all grew around the tables that were in the middle of it all. Luke led them to a private table through a bush of flowers before pulling out Paige’s chair for her.

  “I know the chef here,” Luke said, giving her a small wink that made Paige’s stomach flip. “I had a feeling you were a pasta type of woman, right?”

  “Good guess,” she said. She looked over at Shannon, who smiled brightly. I told you so, was what her smile said. “Is this how you got all your previous girlfriends to like you in the past?”

  Toby broke out into a fit of coughs that sounded like hidden laughter. He shook his head when Luke glared at him.

  “Sorry,” he said. “I wouldn’t necessarily call them girlfriends.”

  “Shut up,” Shannon said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t listen to my brother. He’s an idiot sometimes.”

  “Yes, please don’t listen to him,” Luke said. “He has a habit of saying things that aren’t necessarily true.”

  Despite his glare, a playful grin tugged at Luke’s lips. There was an ease around the three of them Paige hadn’t noticed before that suggested years of strong friendship. It helped her nerves even when Luke scooted close to her. The smell of his cologne, a spicy musk, filled Paige’s lungs pleasantly.

  They talked absently about things to do in New York while they waited for their food to arrive.

  “So, you’re not a native of New York then?” Paige asked curiously.

  “No,” Luke said, sipping at his water. “I was born in Bismarck, North Dakota. I lived there for a long time. I worked on a few oil rigs under my father after I graduated from high school.”

  She stared at him in disbelief. “I have a hard time imagining you as a roughneck.” A blush filled her cheeks when Luke playfully glanced down at the muscles that wanted to bulge out of his shirt. “Never mind. I can see that you used to work on an oil rig. How long did you work there for your father?”

  “Until my mother died.” A dark shadow danced in Luke’s eyes. “After that, I came to New York to help the other side of the business.”

  Both his parents were gone—one of them recently. Paige had a hard time imagining that type of heartache, but she could see that Luke hadn’t necessarily come from a loving home. His sour mood Friday night was a testament to that.

  She didn’t push the subject though.

  Their food arrived a moment later. The smell of shrimp sautéed in rich butter and garlic caused Paige’s stomach to rumble happily. The food back at NYU wasn’t too bad, but it was never filling. Paige thought it was amazing that she had yet to put on a few extra pounds.

  They ate while they conversed about classes at NYU. Luke appeared genuinely interested in Paige’s classes and asked questions about art hist
ory. It wasn’t until they were finished with their meals that he told her about his fondness for good art.

  “That’s why I love New York,” he said, guiding her along the garden pathway out back. “There are some talented artists here with their galleries.”

  “Oh, I know,” Paige said, her heart swelling with excitement. “I’m hoping that one of my professors will let me showcase some of my work in his private exhibit.”

  “If you do, let me know. I’d like to see them.”

  She blushed. “I’m not that good. I mean, not compared to some of the artists I have seen here in the city.”

  “If you were accepted into NYU for your art, trust me, you’re good at what you do.”

  They reached the edge of a pond with goldfish happily swimming about in it. A small water fountain trickled peacefully. Paige sat down on the bench facing the pond, crossing her legs when Luke took a seat next to her with a relieved sigh. There was less than a few inches of air between them. Her heart skipped when she realized that Toby and Shannon had disappeared from the pathway behind them.

  They were utterly alone in the middle of a garden with no one to interrupt them.

  “You’re nervous to be near me,” Luke said, tilting his head back to let the sunlight warm his face. A smile tugged at his lips when Paige turned to look at him. “You’re always looking around for Shannon or Toby.”

  “Well, for one, I don’t want repeat of last Friday night,” Paige said. “Shannon promised me that wouldn’t happen.”

  “Do you honestly think I’m that type of guy?”

  He opened his eyes to look at her intently.

  “No,” she said, and then she shrugged her shoulders. “I have no idea who you are. You’re completely different now than you were on Friday night, and when you called me.”

  “I told you that I’m sorry. I try to steer clear of whiskey when I’m already pissed off about something that’s bugging me.”

  “Well,” she said hesitantly, “this is a nice change. I like this side of you better than the other one.”

  “I’ll make a note to work on it,” Luke said, and his eyes closed again. “Do you really believe that having Toby and Shannon around will prevent me from what I want to do?”