Covertly Strong (The Strong Series Book 1) (26 page)

“Never doubt my mad blow job skills,” she responds with amusement.

Doubt?
No fucking way.
He actually finds himself wishing he could give her a Congressional Medal of Honor for that phenomenal blow job.
She has more than gone beyond the call of duty
.

“Who said I doubted them? I’ve never doubted your beautiful mouth’s abilities...” He pauses, rethinking his angle. “Actually, I think I might still have some doubts. You should probably let that mouth of yours make me a believer again.” His eyebrows waggle jokingly.

“You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

He places a hard, smacking kiss on her unsuspecting mouth. “Only for you, baby.”

She laughs wholeheartedly. “So what’s the plan for today? You have another three days until I ship out and I’m hoping you’ll find a way to keep me sated until I return from Guadalajara.”

The idea of her leaving the country makes his chest ache and has flashes of his nightmare rolling around inside his brain. That horrible fucking nightmare…

It was just a nightmare, right? Yes, it wasn’t real… It was just a stupid dream.

He chooses to push those terrible thoughts out of his head and just enjoy this time with her.

“So now you’re challenging me? My oh my, have the tides turned, little lady.”

She only laughs and nods her head in response.

“Well, first, I’m going to carry your perfect ass into the shower, bury my face between your legs, and then fuck you until neither of us can walk, but after that, we have a concert to go to.”

Her eyes perk up in curiosity. “A concert?”

“Out of the three things I just said, you only become curious on the word ‘concert’?” Nix retorts with a chuckle. “You’re not the least be excited about my
ah-mazing
pussy-eating skills or the fact that I’m going to fuck you in every position possible?”

“Aw, did I hurt your ego?” she questions with a mocking tone as her lips brush against his. “I have no doubt that you will rock my fucking world once we step foot into that shower.”

Nix smirks. “I guess that’s a little better.” He feigns a frustrated sigh. “And to answer your question, yes, we’re going to a concert with a few of the guys. Eric Church is in town. You know his music?”

“Of course I know who Eric Church is! Oh my god! I love him!” she squeals in excitement.

“Well, good thing I was able to get you an extra ticket.” He laughs as he takes in her enthusiastic reaction. “Now, how about you get that excited about all of the things I’m going to do to you in less than a minute?” he demands as he stands up from the bed, picking her up with ease—as if she’s a mere bag of feathers.

“Oh my god! I get to see Nixon West’s cock! I fucking love his cock!” she shouts, her russet eyes filled with humor.

A loud smack on her ass is the only response she gets from him as he throws her over his shoulder and carries her caveman style into the bathroom.

Staying true to his word, he buries his face between her legs and works her over with his mouth until she is shaking and begging for his cock. And after that, he fucks her in every way possible inside his shower until he has her screaming his name so loud he’s pretty certain the entire apartment complex heard her.

Perfect fucking start to the day
.

A FEW HOURS LATER, SLOAN finds herself in Nix’s Jeep, surrounded by hot Navy SEAL pheromones. That’s right—not only is she lucky enough to attend the Eric Church concert with Nix, she also has the pleasure of hanging out with Julian, Slade, and Andrew—all three of them gorgeous in their own right.

Could a girl get any luckier? Probably not.

She glances at Nix in the driver’s seat and finds him smirking in her direction. “What?” she asks, confused.

He chuckles lightly at the expression on her face. “Nothing, sweetheart. Turn on some music.”

“Yeah,
sweetheart
. Turn on some music!” Julian shouts from the back seat. He’s seated in the middle of Andrew and Slade. The three men look far too large to be squished together in such a confined space.

“Hey now!” Sloan yells back towards him. “Just because y’all think you’re badass SEALs doesn’t mean you can boss me around. Don’t make me come back there and knock your cocky ass around, Julian,” she warns with a devious smile.

“Do it!” Andrew and Slade taunt simultaneously.

“Oh please bring that fine ass back here and slap me around. It would be my fucking pleasure to experience that,” Julian responds as he leans up towards the front seat and winks suggestively.

“Knock it off, goat fuck,” Nix retorts with mild amusement.

This only spurs Julian’s need to be a complete wiseass further. “Ohhhh, Boss is getting riled up because I’m macking on his girl.”

“You’re such a jackass,” Nix replies on a laugh as he shakes his head.

While the cavemen continue to banter back and forth, she decides to teach them a lesson. Sloan has no qualms with choosing the girliest shit just to drive them crazy. She plays
Bulls On Parade
by Rage Against The Machine to tide them over, but her devious mind has other plans. Her fingers scroll through the playlists on her phone, finding the perfect songs. There isn’t a woman alive who can deny that occasionally jamming out to old-school Madonna is one of the best things ever, and there isn’t a doubt in Sloan’s mind that all four of these alpha males would rather tear their eardrums out than listen to
Like A Virgin.

Her devilish grin catches Nix’s attention as his Jeep comes to a stop behind the long line of traffic waiting to enter the venue. “What are you up to over there?”

“Nothing,” she whispers quietly, desperately trying to hide the giggles that threaten to spill from her lips.

“This traffic fucking blows!” Slade shouts in exasperation from the back seat.

“Dude, chill the fuck out. Stop acting like a little bitch,” Andrew jokes.

“Fuck off, Barringer,” Slade retorts in irritation.

Andrew laughs in response. “Damn. I had no idea you were so easy to rile up, vagina-dick.”

Sloan rolls her eyes at the barrage of insults hurled between the testosterone-filled men. It’s obvious that cramped quarters aren’t the best idea for them—their larger-than-life egos apparently need their space.

Despite the continual rowdy atmosphere that remains behind her, she continues her search for the perfect play list. She peeks out the passenger’s window and notices a car full of young girls in a convertible, knowing immediately that they will enjoy her next song choice. Turning up the volume as high as it will go, Sloan sits back and waits for the annoyed reactions that will soon commence.

The first lyrics of Madonna’s
Into the Groove
blare, the ‘80s techno-like rhythm vibrating the speakers.

She can hardly hold the laughter that threatens to burst from her lips. Her head bobs to the music as her fingers tap against the passenger’s side door.

“What. The. Fuck!” Julian shouts from behind her. “Seriously, Felicia? What the fuck is this shit?”

Slade reiterates Julian’s frustration. “My eardrums are bleeding! Turn this off!”

Andrew and Nix seem to be the only two who find this entire scenario amusing. Sloan continues to dance and belt out the beginning lyrics. She throws her head back in laughter when she hears another colorful comment of irritation spout from Julian’s mouth.

The music starts to feed her soul as she remembers listening to this very song while driving around Hawaii with her old friend Stephanie Munn. She can’t contain herself, eventually hops out of the passenger’s side, and begins dancing to the music around the crowd of stopped traffic, singing her heart out.

The girls in the convertible start to cheer her on and, within a few seconds, join her. Four crazy women dance around to Madonna—their hands in the air, their hips shaking in a girlish manner. None of them care about the curious stares they’re receiving from the cars surrounding them. They ignore the looks and just dance.

Nix watches her with rapt attention, her carefree demeanor reminding him so much of the young Sloan he fell in love with. Her little hips and slim waist dance in the most delicious way as her hands move on their own accord—one serving as her very own personal microphone. Long, brunette waves sway back and forth across her shoulders as she continues to be the most adorable thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

Her eyes find his as she sings, “Now I know you’re mine,” with her hand on her chest and breathtaking smile encompassing her gorgeous face. She attempts a wink in his direction, but it’s all kinds of awkwardness. Nix internally laughs, loving the fact that she has still never mastered the art of sexy winks. He remembers a teenage Sloan trying her damndest to wink and failing miserably.
She was always so fucking adorable. Hell, she still is.

His heart expands and threatens to burst at the seams. He can’t deny the love he feels for her, and he can’t stop that love from growing tenfold as he watches her have fun—dancing around and giggling with a group of complete strangers. Her outgoing, lovable personality only proves its innate power by drawing the attention of nearly every car around them.

God, I love that woman.
From her brown cowgirl boots to her perfect ass covered in frayed denim shorts that reveal her long, toned legs. To her beautiful face with those full, pink lips that are highlighted by perfectly enchanting eyes. There is no denying that he loves every little thing about her.

Julian leans up towards the front of the cab and whispers, “That’s her, isn’t it? That’s Meli.”

There has always been a mystery that’s surrounded Nix’s tattoo—the one and only tattoo he’s ever marked his body with. Every single guy of Black Mamba has questioned the meaning and exactly who that inscription was for at least a thousand times. The jokes and cajoling that were tossed in his direction were practically endless during BUD/S training. He’s never told anyone about Sloan, but he’s owned up to a few things in regards to the tattoo. His brothers only knew three things about the infamous Meli: One, it is a reminder of someone very special to him. Two, that someone is in fact a woman. And three, she’s the only woman he’s ever really loved.

Nix peers back at Julian, a knowing smile cresting his mouth. “Yeah. That’s her,” he admits as his eyes find their way back to her. He doesn’t want to miss a moment of seeing this carefree Sloan in action. It is such a rare occurrence in her current life, and he can’t help but feel infinitely thankful for being able to witness it.

Her breathtaking smile, her carefree demeanor—all of it grips at his heart with a fierce hold.

I love her
, his heart whispers softly.

Sloan is the center of his universe. She makes everything else just fade away…

They are currently standing in the lawn area of the venue. The best place to hang out, drink beer, and enjoy The Church Choir rock-out. Sloan is surrounded by four too-sexy-for-their-own-good men who seem to have this inherent ability to pull the attention of every female in a ten-mile radius. Each one is sporting a nice week’s worth of facial hair, dressed casually in cargo shorts and T-shirts—clothes that still manage to show off their undeniably fantastic physiques.