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My poor mom. Clearly, I didn’t call her enough. Every time she answered the phone, she assumed that I was going to tell her I was about to deploy.

“No, Mom. I’ll be around for a bit. Was just wondering if Holly would join me in Coronado for a class tomorrow.”

“Of course. She’d love to go anywhere with you. What kind of class?”

“Mermaid fitness at the Del. Olympic Gold Medalist Aria Clements is teachingit.”

My mom gasped. “Oh Erik, she’ll be thrilled! Wow . . . Aria Clements. I love her. Do you mind if I tag along?”

Damn it. I was trying to hit on Aria. The last thing I needed was my mom cock blocking me. But I couldn’t say no to her. “No, of course not. Meet me at the Del at 7:30. Traffic’s pretty bad on the bridge at that time so be sure to leave early.”

“I will. She’ll be so excited. See you tomorrow. Loveyou.”

“Love you, Ma. Bye.”

Ah, fuck. That didn’t go as planned at all. But it was my own damn fault for using my sister to get adate.

I googled Aria and watched her Olympic medal winning performance. My cock hardened as my mind flashed to the millions of positions I could fuck her in. She was so graceful, so precise. She made the moves underwater seem so effortless.

But I knew from personal experience combat dive training that learning to hold one’s breath under the water for that length of time was no easytask.

Hell, plenty of men in my own BUD/S class flunked out during dive training.

I bet Aria would pass Second Phase with flying colors.

Ha. That would be the day. There had been rumors for years now that the first female would trickle down the pipeline. A few women even passed Ranger course.

But I’d passed Ranger course, too. It was challenging, no doubt, but nowhere near as intense as BUD/S.

And the Teams weren’t ready for the first female SEAL. I was so sick of arguing about it with my feminist mother. Yes, women were completely capable of achieving whatever they wanted to achieve.

But that didn’t give them the right to serve in combat.

There was no place for a woman on a Team. I thought about my last deployment and couldn’t imagine hiding out in the middle of the desert with a woman upsetting the balance of my men. Our Team bonded together about how much we missed pussy, liquor, and the comforts of home. We didn’t need a distraction on our top-secret missions.

But I didn’t need to stress about that now. I had only one thing on mymind.

Getting a date withAria.