Wet For Her Warriors (Book 5 of the WILD -- Warriors Intense in Love & Domination -- Boys of Special Forces) by Angel Payne Page B

want to be good, don’t you, baby? You simply need to feel safe when you are.”
    Just as quietly,
Leo walked back over. An amazed smile curved the kid’s lips, and he ran a
reverent hand down the horse’s neck. “Wow. You did that in, like, five minutes.”
    Tait gave the
kid a friendly shoulder clap. “Couldn’t have without the foundation you clearly
built. You just needed a few pointers on closing the deal.” As Isis emitted a
fluttering sigh, he instructed, “I’m going to step back again. Try the lead
line now.”
    He made good on
his word. Though Isis gave a little protesting nicker, she only jerked at the
lead line a few times. Leo soothed her with soft tongue clicks and praising
murmurs. “Good girl. That’s my beauty.”
    “Nice,” Tait
complimented. “You’re doing great, man.”
    His chest warmed
with a duality of sensation when Leo sent a grin of thanks. It was incredible
to connect with the boy, to watch him accomplish an important goal because he
got smart and listened. But “torture session” got a cruel new meaning with
every glance at Leo’s smile, and noticing every stunning similarity it shared
with his sister. The deep dimples. The slight lift higher on the left side of
his mouth, lending a mischievous air. The compassion in those silvery-bright
eyes that spoke volumes about what the kid had already been through in life. Yeah,
thatone, especially. He and Shay shared a similar glint in their gazes.
    Damn. Damn .
    Had he been sent
to this island and plopped next door to the woman as a blessing or a curse? Was
Hokulani a sign to him or a punishment for him? And what good did it do to
agonize over the answers? He wouldn’t be seeing the woman anymore. He couldn’t
stand by and watch Slash slick her up with his Romeo act when the guy planned
on carrying the whole plot through to its crap-fest of an end, figurative as it
would be, in two weeks. Here’s to my love! O, true apothecary; thy drugs are
quick! Thus with a kiss I die…
    Gag.
    “Bommer!”
    Leo’s eager
whisper drew him back. He was glad to do so. They both held their breaths as
Isis, remaining remarkably still, allowed the kid to fit the simple rope head
collar on. “Fucking awesome,” he stated. “Good job, Leo.”
    “Aha.” The kid
chuckled as he rewarded the filly with ample caresses. “I knew you had at least
one decent f bomb in there somewhere.”
    Tait huffed.
“I’ve been known to indulge from time to time.”
    “So…uhhh…speaking
of indulging…”
    “Yeah?” He didn’t
hide his suspicious tone though allowed Leo to see the teasing smirk he
attached.
    “Does this
psychobabble shit really work on girls, too?”

 
     

Chapter Eight
     
    This wasn’t
right.
    Lani was as sure
of that truth as she was of the air in her lungs, the beat of her heart—and the
tension that hadn’t left Kellan’s eyes in the last three days. Seventy-two
hours in which he’d chosen to remain at Hale Anelas instead of going back to
Franz’s place to smooth things out with Tait. The brief trip he’d taken
yesterday for some fresh clothes hadn’t counted, especially because he
deliberately took it after Leo announced he was meeting Tait for a horse ride
up the coast, ensuring an “all clear” status for Kellan’s trip.
    The whole
situation troubled her. Even more upsetting was when logic stepped in, telling
her it shouldn’t. The guys had only a little over a week left here, and then it
would be a miracle if either of them returned to the island. Why should it
matter to her if their friendship was bashed beyond repair, and they chose to
torpedo it and their careers in the names of pride and pigheadedness?
    But even after
her brief time with the men together, she knew the answer to that, too.
    They were better
than this.
    They were worth more than this.
    Franzen had
known it when he’d moved the Army’s version of heaven and earth, then tossed in
the keys to his family home, to give them this opportunity at repair. If