Chayton's Tempest

Chayton's

Tempest

Aliyah
Burke

Chayton’s
Tempest

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Editor and Formatter: Savannah
Frierson

Cover Artist: MMJ Designs

ISBN: 978-0-557-08302-2

To Archie

Your endless wisdom and honor is missed.

Thank you for welcoming me not just into your Tribe, but also allowing me

into your heart.

To Vern, after all those years, thank you for not forgetting who I was and

reminding me I still belonged.

Acknowledgments

Any and all mistakes in this story are mine and not to be blamed on

the ones who do this for a living. To my editor and my cover artist.

Thank you both for helping me make this a
kickass
series.

I also want to acknowledge the wonderful ladies at Chesapeake

Romance Writers; your encouragement was more than I ever could

have asked for.

And to the readers who have enjoyed these men as much as I have

enjoyed writing them. Thanks so much for the awesome support!

Prologue

The child’s short hair flew out in all directions as she

stood before the couple, her hands twisting nervously in the

front of her frayed shirt. Dark-brown eyes were full of fear but

she tried desperately to meet their hateful gazes.

“Liar! You have shamed us all!” The screams never

stopped. “I can’t believe you would think he would do such a

thing, much less to you. Look at you—you are nothing! Ugly

and dumb, what man would want you?” The harpy screeched

at her.

The man wasn’t any better. “Stupid bitch! What bum did

you find to screw you so you could claim he did it? I won’t let

you ruin my son’s life. We have plans for him. Go away and

never show your black face back here again!”

The door slammed furiously in her face.

On legs that were none-too-steady, the shamefaced

thirteen-year-old girl stumbled back down the walk and

disappeared around the corner from the home that had just

killed her hopes of a future. Her aunt’s disapproving glare met

her, yet the older woman was the only one who would take her

in.

Not even her parents were there to see her off as the

child climbed into the rusty green car that drove out of South

Dakota to her new home in Albuquerque,
New Mexico
.

Up until the time of her impending birth, the child and

her aunt began a tenuous friendship that over the years would

blossom into something that would turn them into a real

family.

The child began to attend school and working at her

aunt’s bar. She helped out with the money and prepared to

become a mother. For the remaining time up until her baby was

born, the child held out hope that
he
would come to ask about

her, or his unborn child. Nothing.

Eight months later, the young girl gave birth to a healthy

baby boy. The delivery was difficult, extremely painful, and the

child almost lost her life. Because of this, she had been

informed she would never be able to have another baby.

And on that day, her heart closed to all except that baby

and the aunt who had taken her in. She changed her given

name and adopted her aunt’s surname since her own parents

had disowned her. Two lives had now been born: Tempest

Independence
Burnell
and her son Dakota Falcon
Burnell
.

One

Twenty-one years later…

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God!” The feminine voice filled

the hotel room amid its owner writhing under the muscular

body of her lover. Her back arched as she came with an intense

rush and she screamed his name to the room. The man above

her slid into her a few more times and grunted, then rolled off

her and disposed of the condom he wore.

“That was amazing, wasn’t it, baby?” Her shrill tone

rang just like nails on a chalkboard to his ears. “We are great

together.”

He huffed noncommittally.
At least one of us is happy.

With a heave, he got his body off the bed and headed for the

bathroom. He shut the door behind him, locking it before

switching on the light.

Squinting in the glare, he looked at his reflection. The

eyes were almost dead, no emotion in them whatsoever. His

bronze skin and hairless chest taunted him. His black eyes

traveled lower and found that his cock was resting against his

thigh.

He had found no pleasure with the woman in the

bedroom. The actions he used and the words he spoke had all

been automatic. And when he had been thrusting between her

legs, his mind was off going over a mission he’d just

completed.

“Get a grip,
Mav
,” he admonished himself. “You love

women; this is a momentary setback.”

James
Chayton
Lonetree
, AKA Maverick, was a Navy

SEAL who had seen things and done things that would send

most people into therapy for life…if they didn’t have a total

meltdown before they made it to the shrink’s soft couch.

Out of his team of eight, he was the only single man left.

Even his devoted single friend
Aidrian
had gotten married. But

Maverick liked
Xaria
and his friend had never seemed happier.

For him personally, however, marriage just wasn’t in his cards.

Regardless, there were times when he didn’t want to be

a playboy anymore. He would like someone to talk to, who was

there waiting for him when he came back from missions.

Everyone else in the team had moved and relocated their

families to the Norfolk area.

“And I am here in a hotel room in
South Dakota
with a

woman my parents think is a good match for me just because

we’re from the same tribe.”
What the hell is that woman’s name?

Oh, yeah,
Talli
.

Maverick was Lakota and proud of it. But he didn’t

want to marry the woman; hell, he really didn’t even want to

sleep with her. She was, however, very persuasive at her craft

and could still get him hard.

It would have been no hardship to leave her ass at the

restaurant once dinner ended. But she’d insisted and so he’d

brought her back and screwed her, allowing her to find

pleasure, yet, denying himself the same opportunity.

After another moment, he hit the switch for the fan.

Turning on the shower, he stepped inside and rinsed the sick

musky smell of her perfume and their sweat from his body.

Once inside, he stood under the pulsating showerhead

and closed his eyes, grabbing his thick erection and stroking it

until it swelled in his calloused hand. His mind tried to conjure

up an erotic scene but it fell short. So he just allowed his touch

to bring him the release the woman in the bedroom hadn’t

provided him.

After climaxing, Maverick washed himself then stepped

out of the steaming shower. He wrapped a towel around his

waist and stepped out into the room where the woman was.

She had turned on the lights and was lying on his bed, totally

naked.

Her fingers trailed along her own bronzed skin, trying to

tempt him. “I would have joined you in the shower. We

could’ve had another round.”

Black eyes moved dispassionately over the sprawled

body. “You need to leave.”

Her big eyes opened wide. “What? After what we just

shared?” she asked as she climbed up on her hands and knees

and crawled across the bed toward him.

“Yep.” The response was deadpan. “And you can tell

your parents that it isn’t going to work. We aren’t getting

married.”

She sat back on her haunches. “But we make a great

couple. It would benefit both families and be good for the

tribe.” Running her hands under her breasts, she lifted them up

toward him. “I have things that you want. You sucked on these

earlier; you know what they are like. You enjoyed them. Why

would you want to throw all that away?”

Maverick scowled at her. Her hands trailed between her

thighs as she fingered herself. “You know this is a nice pussy;

come on, Maverick,” she purred. “Don’t throw it away. We

would be a wonderful couple. Your parents like me and I am

not coming at you claiming to be pregnant.”

That stopped him cold. He tugged a black shirt on over

his still damp head. “What are you talking about?”

She shook her head quickly. “Nothing.”

“
Talli
.” His voice dropped to subzero. “What the hell are

you talking about? I don’t have a kid.”

“But we could have some; think of how beautiful they

would be.” She tried coaxing a positive reaction from him so

he’d forget what she’d said.

“I am not father material,” he snapped, thinking back to

how harsh and foreboding his own father had been, an

emotionless wasteland. “And you need to leave.”

Talli
opened her mouth to protest, but his glare made

her mouth snap shut. She climbed off the bed and pulled her

dress on over her head. Gathering her thick black hair into a

ponytail, she gathered the rest of her underclothes and shoved

them into her purse. As she slid her shoes on, she cast him a

glance. “I don’t know what you’re trying to avoid. We are

going to be married.”

Her hourglass-shaped body disappeared out the door

before he could demand an explanation from her. After she left,

he crammed his legs into a pair of skintight jeans and gathered

his things. It was time to go somewhere else.

Something in his soul tugged at him. He didn’t know

what it was or where he needed to go, but he wasn’t about to

ignore the cry. Tying his bag to the chrome-finished backrest of

his motorcycle; Maverick swung one muscled leg over and

started up the powerful engine.

He had a brand new Honda VTX1800T that boasted

1795cc electric-cooled 52 degree V-Twin engine and a
weathercheater

windshield. It was silver with a blue stripe down the

middle. Black leather covered the seats and made up his
toploading
,

buckle and snap–closure saddlebags. There was also a