Do Chicks Kick Ass?
Major Emmett McCarty, US Navy SEALs
She has the most beautiful body I've ever seen. Holy Saint Patty and baby Jesus. I think I'm in love. This woman looks like she'd be the type to worry about breaking a nail, but nope. She's fucking beating the shit out of Uley.
Our team is home from Libya, and some agency has asked our commander to let this chick work with us for a while. Rehab, they said. Rehab my ass. She's doesn't need rehab. She needs a fucking Xanax. If she doesn't have some anxiety and anger problems then I'm the Queen of Sheba. King. Sorry. King of Sheba. Is that a thing?
I don't have a fucking clue because this girl is the shit.
By the time they're done in the ring, she's pouring sweat. And it's so damn hot—her sports bra sticks to her skin like it's pasted on with honey—and I think I need a cold shower.
I consider myself a pretty smooth guy. You know, really, I'm pretty badass. Fuck, I'm a goddamn SEAL; have been for six years. But I'm nothing compared to this woman. Her blue eyes meet mine when she wipes sweaty blonde hair from her face, and I feel like I've been shot. Shot with a fucking arrow from Cupid.
She owns the kiss of death. I can feel it. And she's going to be the death of me.
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A/N:
We met Emmett very briefly in Heroin Chic, but here he is. I've never written a story focusing on R&Em. This is going to be fun!
And not to worry, Edward and Bella will be around.
Don't forget their cabin up in Washington. ;)
Enjoy!
