Intensity
Authors: Aliyah Burke
Intensity
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Intensity
By
Aliyah Burke
Dedication
Thanks to DH for your unending
support. To my readers both new and old, y’all mean the world to
me. Last and never least, to the men and women who serve their
country.
Table of Contents
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Burke
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t little Sarah
Mallery.”
At the voice, the one that wove easily through the
cacophony of the crowd to her ears and down to parts better left
alone, she flexed her fingers around the cool bottle of beer she
held in her hand.
Lord, why are you testing me this way? I’m not
looking to go to jail tonight.
One more sip before she turned around. Some sort of
fortification, perhaps, to make this go any smoother. A mistake,
for now, he not only filled her head with his voice but also with
the panty-soaking visual.
Grey Sorenson.
Tall. Dark-haired. Able-bodied. Without an inch of
spare flesh on his powerful frame. Aquamarine eyes. All in all,
magnificent. She trailed her gaze over him slowly. It was only
fair; he was doing the same to her, as were the men with him.
Perfectly fit jeans cupped his lower half, a green
jacket with double white stripes on the sleeves covered his upper
body. A dark blue skullcap was on his head.
“I see the jackass has arrived. Did you get lost or
were you following a carrot some big-breasted whore dangled in
front of you?”
He tsked. “No need to be jealous, Sarah. You know
where you stand with me.”
The men on either side of him lifted their brows.
The one on his left stuck out his hand. “Name’s Jamieson.”
“Sarah.” She shook his hand and took in his stats.
Not as tall as Grey but heavier. Smooth olive skin and jet-black
hair with a moustache, which worked on him.
“Charlie, darlin’,” the other man said, taking her
hand and bending over it.
“Name’s Sarah, Charlie darlin’.”
His lips twitched, and he winked at her. “I like
her.”
She put her attention on the man across from her.
“Something you needed, Sorenson, or are you just trying to ruin my
night?”
His smirk was part smugness, part sex, and all
arrogance. “You know if your night was with me, it wouldn’t be
ruined.”
Her nipples beaded behind the satin of her bra, and
her pussy clenched. Damn him!
With a calm she didn’t feel, she returned his smirk.
“Sorry, I stopped playing with boys a long time ago. I prefer men.
Or, rather, Marines.” She slid off the stool and walked by to the
tall Marine who stood off to the side. Together, they walked to the
back part of the bar by the pool tables where other Marines were
playing a game.
“Who was that, Bug?”
She looked at the man who’d come to get her. He had
lost the innocence in his baby blues but had the largest heart of
anyone she’d ever known. “That, Dogman, was an asshole from the
Navy.”
“You hanging with squids?”
She drank more beer and gazed around at the ones
gathered. “Not unless y’all have gone and switched sides. Looks to
me like I’m hanging with Marines.”
“Hell, yeah,” Dogman whooped.
They clinked bottles and got back to the important
part of the night. Pool. A while later, she went up to the bar to
grab some more brews. “Ain’t Goin’ Down” by Garth Brooks played
throughout the bar, and she tapped her fingers along the railing as
she waited for her order.
“Hey, sexy.”
She tilted her head to see the man next to her.
“Nope.”
He lifted his eyebrows. “What did you say?”
“Nope. Just nope. Don’t try anything.”
“Damn, bitch, just trying to be friendly.” He
scowled at her.
“Be friendly somewhere else, ‘cause I ain’t
interested.”
“Here you go,” the bartender said, placing the six
bottles on the bar.
“Thanks.” She reached for them, and the man gripped
her arm, digging his fingers into her flesh.
She cocked a brow. “I wouldn’t advise you keep
holding me like that.”
“You know you should be a little more pleasant when
people talk to you. Things happen to women in bars.” He stepped
closer, his putrid breath flowing past her.
She didn’t back away; in fact, she narrowed the gap
farther. “Things happen to men, as well.” She kneed him in the
balls and steadied him as he was about to fall to the floor. “You
should remember that.” She picked up her beers and turned around.
Across the room, Grey was watching her.
She read him like a book—his entire body was ready
for action. Coiled. Tense. His gaze warmed her in ways she didn’t
need to think about. She blew him a kiss then walked off to meet
the rest of her crew.
Grey still remained when they were heading out. She
felt him approaching before he even reached her.
“Can I have a word, Sarah?”
Her group sent her a look, and she nodded. They
continued on, and she pivoted to face the man who was the subject
of her dreams. And fantasies.
“Yes?”
His jaw was taut, and she knew he was not in a good
mood. Not that she cared.
“Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” She didn’t understand why he
asked.
“I saw what happened with the guy at the bar.”
She bristled. “And what? The big bad Navy SEAL
thought I would be crying in my beer because a guy was an ass?” She
leveled a look at him that would have gelded a lesser man. “I’ve
got plenty of experience in dealing with those.”
“That mouth, Sarah.”
She licked her lips and blew him another kiss. “Is
just fine. I don’t need you to save me.”
He grabbed her arm, and, unlike when the other man
had touched her, this time, it was a lustful reaction. This man did
it to her on all the levels she desperately tried to forget.
“Sarah.” The way her name rolled off his tongue
wasn’t fair, either. Even drenched as it was with warning. Grey’s
eyes had narrowed, and the tic in his face became more pronounced.
He guided her to the side, and it wasn’t until they reached there
she recognized she’d gone willingly with him.
Damn it, I can’t keep allowing him to do this to
me.
“You can remove your hand from me,” she bit off.
He pulled her flush to his hard body. “How about I
put them on you more? Both of them and remind you how it is between
us?”
Her traitorous body clamored for that. She barely
retained the whimper from escaping her mouth as she worked to keep
her cool. Never easy when Grey was involved.
“It was a long time ago. I barely think about it.
Like it was quick.”
He lowered his head until his mouth was by her ear.
“It was an entire week. That, babe, is a hell of a lot more than
one time. In fact, I lost count how many. We went through a hell of
a lot of condoms, though. I
know
you remember. And it was
the
first
time.”
Like she didn’t know that. Hell, she spent enough
time trying to forget that very thing. Inhaling deeply, she was
swarmed by his masculine scent. “It doesn’t matter.”
“You really think I’m going to let you run forever,
Sarah?”
“I have things to do tonight. People to meet.”
His rumbled growl hit her clit same as if he were
flicking it with his finger. Or tongue. “I’m in town for the
night.”
Sweet holy hell, that was on heck of an invitation.
There was no doubt what would happen if she took him up on him.
Mind-numbing pleasure. Orgasms. The chance to have his thickness
filling her beyond anything she could ever imagine.
“Well,” she said, coldly. “I’m sure there are a lot
of SEAL bunnies around here who would love to be added to the many
notches on your bedpost, Commander. Perhaps you will be able to
find someone.” She twisted free and slipped away through the crowd
before she did something stupid, like take him up on his offer.
Grey swore and punched the wall, accepting the bite
of pain radiating up his hand and arm. Damn Sarah.
He trailed her outside and watched her slide inside
a black Lincoln Navigator before it drove off.
“You have a history with her, Grey?”
He crossed his arms and frowned at Jamieson.
“Why?”
“Because of your actions. I’ve seen you around a lot
of women, but this one gets under your skin. Who is she?”
He bit his tongue on his first response and shoved
his hands in his pockets. “That is a woman from my hometown.
Captain Sarah Mallery, USMC.”
“Ex-girlfriend?”
He snorted as they headed back inside. “Not even
close. She barely spoke to me in school, but hey, it was high
school. I didn’t exactly say much to her either. Not that her
bodyguard would have let me if I’d wanted to.”
“She had a bodyguard? Christ, what do you have in
that small town, royalty?”
He chuckled and walked to their table. “No. She hung
out with a guy who took keeping her safe as his lifelong
priority.”
“Were they a couple?”
“No. Chase was—is, rather—like her older brother. He
went and joined the Army. Chase Ellery.”
“Shit, I know that name. I’ve heard of some of the
things he’s done.” Jamieson reached for his beer. “So, from this
town in Georgia, you have an Army legend, a Navy SEAL commander and
a Marine captain? What else are you hiding from there? Got a PJ for
the Air Force that we haven’t known about, yet?”
“Can’t give away all our secrets, can we?”
“Still doesn’t explain what all that was. Look, I
know it’s your business, but I watched you as you watched her. And
it was since we walked in; you’ve been focused on her.”
