First fiction for Last Resort and first writing attempt in FOREVER!
Focusing on the relationship of LT. Grace Shepard and Navy Seal James King after their encounter on the beach… which was SMOKIN' hot! Not sure how far I want to take this, but the military aspects of the show will be kept at a minimum because unless I can keep up with the caliber of the writers on the show…
TANGLED WEBS
Walking silently out of Tani's place, James tried to feel guilty for letting the adrenaline get the better of him earlier that night on the beach with Shepard.
Adrenaline… right…
As if that was the only thing he could blame for losing his head and throwing the head strong woman down on the beach and proceeding to jump her like a sex-starved animal.
The problem was that while Tani brought out a warm and playful side of him, Grace Shepard was completely different. With her it had been a primal and animalistic mating. And it had been good. Damn good. And just thinking about it was making him hot and hard all over again.
Groaning, he tried to force the images doing a detailed play by play in his head to stop.
Shit! It wasn't like he hadn't had sex lately. He had left Tani's bed that morning more than satisified.
Tani.
Damn it, he was a shit bag. A shit bag that was acting liking a man whore…
He cared about Tani, liked being with her, but something told him that even though Shepard had claimed it was a one- time deal, whatever was between them was far from over.
Complications he did not need, especially not here and definitely not now. Not when he didn't know what was going to happen from day to day or from minute to minute. Not when they could all be dead tomorrow.
Deciding to let things go for now, James lie down on the beach and let the sounds of the night and ocean lull him to sleep.
Grace could smell him on her skin and though she really wanted to wash off the sand, she didn't want to lose that yet.
You are an idiot, Shepard! Get your shit together!
Silently she cursed herself as she grabbed her shower gear. He had probably already showered and crawled into bed with his island girl, never even thinking twice about the way they had practically ripped each other's clothes off earlier.
It had been hot, hard and fast… something she had needed… badly. And though she didn't particularly want to acknowledge it, she had needed it from him.
Groaning she walked to the head, determined to wash him off her body and out of her head. She couldn't afford to get distracted, not by him, not by anyone or anything. Nothing else mattered but keeping herself and her crew alive and living to get off this island and return home to try and help her father.
A pang of sadness and terror hit her hard as she tried desperately to not think about the nightmare her father must be living right now.
James King had been a temporary moment of insanity and that was that. She couldn't let anything with him be any more than that.
And if the thought made her heart ache more than a little, she chose to ignore it.