Look at this bookish goodness! We have a new standalone in the Harbour Point SEAL Series by Rachel Robinson, and I’m so excited. I LOVE this author. She writes some of the HOTTEST, most FULL OF FEELS Navy SEAL romances. Her heroes are so alpha and delicious! Today we have an excerpt from Never Always, which LIVE right now!
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In a family filled with picturesque butterflies, I’m a moth. Camouflaged. The invisible, nerdy scientist who would rather study water and save the planet than don a dress and mingle in southern society. Unfortunately, having my nose in a book and eating goals for breakfast doesn’t bode well for a social life or my cobweb covered dating sector.
Then I met Grange. He’s a tormentor—an epic bully, but he’s promised to help me in my lackluster areas. He’s been ordered to fulfill service hours at my Aquatic Lab in Cape Cod, if I allow it.
He is bad, the worst. I’m talking wearing prison garb when I met him kind of awful. We all have our demons, but Corrick Granger’s seep into everything and everyone around him. Sure, I’d love his expertise on how to land a guy, but I’m not sure any man is worth dealing with an outcast Navy SEAL who has more issues than a magazine subscription.
One hazy mistake was all it took to ruin my life. Well, one mistake coupled with a chain of bad decisions, and a side of my hot temper. The court doled out an easy community service sentence. Never anything too harsh for a “hero.” I’ll be back at the Teams in six months, easy. I need to keep my cool, put my head down, and follow the rules.
A fiery redhead with something to prove is all that stands between me and my freedom. Tennyson is a maddening combination of know-it-all and knows-nothing. The type of woman who would cut off her own nose to spite her face, and yet when my one mistake snowballs into a life altering, soul-damning error, she’s undeniably there for me.
Even though I don’t deserve it.
Even though I’ve kept secrets.
And despite the fact I have become the monster she knew I would be.
There’s no one to blame for the position we’re in. I could have stopped him, told him to act professional, pulled away when he grabbed my feet, but I didn’t want to. This is my fault, and I’ll have to live with it in the morning. I’m not sure how, given that now I equate his hands to magic wands that make my body bend and flex at will. Grange pulls me closer to his body, his hips now between my knees. “It doesn’t matter what I want. You tell me. These are your lessons. Not mine.”
A sharp intake of breath holds me captive. “Lessons? What exactly are you trying to teach me?”
His eyes sharpen, a predatory gleam. “Teaching you what you want.”
“I’d tell you that’s predicative, and a cocky assumption, but you already know that, don’t you?”
Grange licks his bottom lip, a sly move I can barely track. “I’ve spent countless years in school being taught things. This isn’t like that. This is intuitive. I don’t need lessons. Don’t try to feed me that line. How did we go from hating me to this?”
His heavy lashes, shadowed on his cheek fly up. “What? I don’t hate you.”
I swallow hard. “Could have fooled me. And well, anyone else.”
“I’m frustrated with you.” Grange runs his fingertips along my calves creating goosebumps.
I cringe. “See? That’s not not hate.”
“Okay.” He stills. “I’m bemused by what I feel when I look at you.”
“What exactly do you feel when you look at me?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know yet. You like me touching you, and I like touching you. Isn’t that enough to sort of wing shit?”
“Look at me. Do I look like a woman who wings anything? You are not my type.”
That gets his attention. His face shutters. “Ah. Don’t hold the degree nor the brain full of science. Got it.” He releases me, standing to his full height. Grange looks back and down at me, legs still open where he was just settled. He readjusts his member through his pants and I can’t help but watch the huge bulge shift. “If you don’t want an orgasm, shall I kick your ass at chess again before we go to sleep?”
“An orgasm?” I nearly shout. “We haven’t even kissed!”
“I don’t kiss, Tennyson. It’s too personal. Too filled with…things I don’t chase any more. I can get you off in less than a minute with my hand, fuck you well and proper if I had a full night with your body, but I don’t bring politics into the bedroom.”
I can’t hide the shock, my face must be filled with it, because Grange sits back down next to me. I stutter, swallow, and try to keep my composure. “And kissing is politics? Let me get this straight. You can make love with a woman without kissing her?”
He pulls his lips to one side and shakes his head. “No, making love is reserved for people who are in love. Kissing is involved there. What I’m talking about is fucking. Sex. Body parts colliding and it just feels good. It doesn’t feel like forever.”
I close my gaping mouth. “This is what you meant earlier when you said Grey wouldn’t be able to talk about dark…desires?”
Grange grabs my hand, and runs his thumb over the light pink nail on my forefinger. He brings it to his mouth and sucks it, keeping his blue eyes on my face. It’s warm. His tongue flicks my finger and the pulsing knot at my core contracts. I suck in a surprised breath.
He pulls his mouth off my finger, a popping sound punctuating the air. “That. What you felt. Is merely a desire. You had a bad first fuck, Fire. I’m just trying to teach you what it was supposed to feel like. No strings attached. Just lessons.”