Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(21)

Fuck me.

I needed to get this girl out of my system, and it didn’t help that I had to spend another fucking week with her, day in and day out.

Eating. Working out. Traveling.

Laughing. Fighting.

I turned off the water and slipped on some clean boxer briefs and climbed into bed.

But even in my sleep, the woman was there.

Taunting and teasing me like the little minx she was.





The next morning, we were flying out, but I made my way downstairs to grab some breakfast. Dylan was there, sitting at a table, working on her iPad. I noticed two glasses of juice on the table as I approached.

“You expecting company?” I asked, raising a brow when she looked up to meet my gaze.

The corners of her lips turned up, and she looked like she was up to something.

“Good morning, Wolf. I figured you’d want to grab a bite before we left. I ordered you a juice, but I haven’t ordered breakfast yet because I wasn’t sure what you’d be having.”

I pulled out the chair and studied her skeptically. What the fuck was she up to? She looked far too happy to see me.

“I thought you were pissed about the two vaginas?” I asked, trying hard to remain serious because this shit was ridiculous. But this is how it was with my SEAL brothers, too. We were always pulling shit on one another. It got us through some tough times. But I didn’t even know what the hell this was. It wasn’t professional, that’s for sure. But we were so far past being professional, I didn’t really give a shit at this point.

“No. After further evaluation, I realized it’s a compliment. You clearly think highly of me if the first thing you think of is to give me two vaginas. I mean, I gave you a small peen. Sorry, not sorry. But you—you gave me a superpower. Imagine what I could do with two magic vaginas versus one… Think of all the sex that I could be having. Double the pleasure, am I right?” She winked.

Did it just get fucking hot in here?

I cleared my throat and raised a brow. “So, we’re even. We’ve got a truce.”

“Sure, friend. Of course, we do.” She smiled, but it was about as fake as it gets. This shit wasn’t done.

The server approached, and we both ordered breakfast. I went to pick up my glass of juice and set it back down without taking a sip.

She wouldn’t pull that kind of shit, would she?

Her head fell back in laughter, and then she leaned forward and whispered, “Oh, Wolf. I’ve really gotten into your head. You think I’d poison you? Do I remind you of the bad guys you used to go after on your missions?”

I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms over my chest. “I assure you—you don’t frighten me. But I have an evil brother who likes to pull pranks, and he has put laxatives in my coffee, so I’m just being… aware of my surroundings. You can understand that, right, Minx?”

She waggled her brows. “I get it. I put down my guard last night, and I got a rude awakening. Although I have to tell you, it didn’t bother Teak one bit. He was down for the challenge.”

“I see. But you just couldn’t wait to charge up to my room and confront me, could you?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I just wasn’t feeling it with Teak. It certainly had nothing to do with you.” She shrugged and looked back down at her iPad. “So, we have a busy couple of days before we go home.”

There was something in her tone that caught my attention. Was that vulnerability? “You ready to get home?”

“I’m fine. I’m looking forward to getting settled in the corporate apartment. I’ll go home in a few weeks for Halloween to see my nieces and my nephew trick-or-treat.”

I nodded. When the server set down a piping hot mug of coffee for me, I asked her for another glass of juice, telling her that a bug had landed in my glass. Dylan rolled her eyes but seemed to be enjoying the fact that I wouldn’t drink from the glass she’d ordered me.

I wouldn’t put much past this woman—she was being far too friendly this morning after being so angry last night.

“I think you’re going to like the apartment. It’s actually right next door to mine. My father liked the building where I’d bought my apartment, and he purchased one for corporate housing at the same time. How do you like that, neighbor?”

She groaned. “It’s a lot of togetherness. All the travel. Working together. And now, we’re neighbors?” She actually looked disappointed, which pissed me off—don’t ask me why.

Our plates were set down in front of us, and her French toast smothered in syrup with bananas piled on top looked better than my scrambled eggs and bacon.

“You can always quit, Minx.”

“Not a chance. And I see you eyeing my breakfast. I’ll swap you half a piece of French toast for two of your sausage links.” She licked her lips, and I forced myself not to stare at her mouth.

“You have three pieces of French toast, and I have three sausage links. You’re offering me half of one piece of toast for two of my links? Not a fucking chance. One link for one piece of toast. And I want a few bananas.”

She narrowed her gaze before cutting a bite and popping it into her mouth. She moaned so seductively that two men sitting at a table a few feet away gaped at her as she slowly chewed and continued to sound like she were in the midst of a never-ending orgasm.