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  Again, heat flared deep inside me. My pussy, still warm from the spanking I’d given it, was swollen. Moisture oozed. I leaned forward to whisper in Hunter’s ear. “I’d better move, or I’ll leave a wet spot.”

  “We heard that,” Payton said, groaning.

  I leaned back and gave Hunter a steady stare. “Gonna stay mad at me? Or do you want to get it on?”

  He canted his head toward his buddies.

  “I’m not worried if you’re not,” I whispered.

  “Fuck,” Marco whispered.

  “Shut up,” Payton ground out.

  Hunter didn’t say another word. His hard expression didn’t change. But he gripped my ass, lunged upward, and laid me over the table top. Then he sat, moved the chair closer, and smoothed his hands over my belly and the tops of my thighs. Glancing down my naked body, he poured his pent-up hunger into a single searing look.

  “Six months is too long,” I whispered, naming the number of months he’d been in the desert.

  With his fingers splayed over my mound, he used his thumb to rub my clit.

  I drew a sharp breath. It was already hard and with its little protective hood retracted. Each rasp of his callused pad made me tighten and quiver. I was so aroused, I didn’t give a damn what his friends might think or see. “I’ve had enough finger-fucking, baby. Please, I need your dick.”

  He gave a short sideways jerk of his head. “Seeing as how you’re all wet listening to some other guy whispering in your ear, you don’t get to say how this goes.”

  My breaths came faster. My nipples tingled and hardened.

  He moved my thighs onto his shoulders then bent over my pussy. He spread my folds. “See that, Pay? She’s all wet. For some other guy.”

  “No,” I said, my voice thin and high. “I made myself that way.”

  He slapped my pussy. “Don’t lie. You liked talking to that asshole. You liked him hearing you getting off.”

  “But I didn’t. I wasn’t even close.”

  He pushed two fingers inside me and swirled. “But you have other times, haven’t you, Sara?”

  I squeezed myself around his long, thick digits. “I’ve only been doing this a month.”

  “How many times did you get off with a stranger chatting you up while he stroked his dick?”

  “Not many…” I said, my breath catching as he turned his fingers to rub my G-spot.

  “Do you even know?”

  I didn’t. Every day. Maybe twice a day. But I couldn’t tell him that. “Not many,” I gritted out.

  He tsked and removed his fingers. Then he stood. Slowly, he began pulling off his clothes—first his shirt, his boots, his pants.

  My greedy gaze ate up every inch of his ripped physique. Hunter had always been athletic, every muscle honed. And now, his bronze body was so damn sexy I wanted to slide off the table and onto my knees. I’d blow him so hard, so good, he’d stop with the questions. Forget all about daddy.

  When he was nude, he turned on his heel and left the room.

  I blinked.

  Marco grunted. “Not what I expected.”

  Payton lifted a brow then aimed a glare at me. “You better fix this. Hunter’s been on a mean streak for weeks.”

  I sat up, closing my legs, but not bothering to cover my body. They’d already seen everything. What was the point? “How bad was it?”

  “Harley’s at Walter Reed. He won’t be back. Lost a leg and a hand.”

  Harley—another of Hunter’s posse—had been hurt, and I hadn’t known. Which wasn’t surprising. I never heard a damn thing until Hunter was back stateside. One of my fears whenever his calls stopped coming.

  I dropped to the floor and strode toward the door. As an afterthought, I glanced back. “You guys coming?”

  They both raised their eyebrows.

  “Hunter doesn’t know what he needs right now—to feel right with himself. Or with me. Let’s take him someplace else.” Out of his dark place, I meant. And they understood. They followed me down the hallway to his bedroom.

  One thing being an FSO had given me was a wide variety of fantasies. I had only to flip through the scripts, taking my cues from my callers to know where to stop and resume my patter. I was good at reading those silences. Fantastic at taking those personal tidbits men and women shared to figure out how to make them feel better about themselves. Hunter’s remedy wasn’t part of any script I’d practiced, but all my experiences had given me confidence not to back away from his pain.

  I knew he’d hoped to come home, fall into bed with me, and fuck his and my brains out. I’d stunned him. Caught him up short. Now, he was flailing a bit—his anger reeling wildly. I’d give him something else to think about. Something to bring him home. To me.

  No one knew him like I did. His friends might understand why he was attracted to me, at least physically. I knew I was hot. Blonde, curvy. My tits were still high and perky. My ass was firm and round. But my appearance wasn’t the beginning and the end of why he loved me.

  And he did. I knew it. He didn’t.

  For my part, I’d loved him since we were kids, thrown together by our parents’ marriage. Forced to live in the same house and get to know each other in a hurry. And I hadn’t been easy on him. I’d been constantly underfoot. Asking him questions. Turning up in the bathroom during his showers, because his was the only male body I had access too—and I wanted to know how his body differed from mine, how his penis worked. Something I’d sat slack-jawed with shock the first time I’d burst in on him while he’d masturbated over a Penthouse magazine he’d stolen from his dad.

  I’d told him then and there he had to keep doing it or I’d tell. As I pushed open the door to his bedroom, I smiled remembering his red face, his anger as he’d continued to stroke himself. But in hindsight, I’d come to realize he’d liked me watching him come. So much so, I’d had many more opportunities.

  Now, he lay on his bed, an arm over his eyes. His cock stood perpendicular to his long, muscled frame. Tempting as it was, I didn’t jump on his cock the way he likely expected I would.

  Instead, I walked to his bedside and turned on a lamp. Then I motioned to his buddies.

  Standing several feet from the bed, I waited until they approached, warily, their frowns deepening. “Why aren’t you two in some bar, trying to chat up some girl who’d be only too eager to take on a couple of SEALs?”

  From the corner of my eye, I watched as Hunter slowly pulled his arm from across his eyes. His eyebrows lowered as his buddies came closer to me.

  “Don’t you know, sugar?” Payton said, his voice deepening. “We missed your smile.”

  I raised my eyebrows. He was lying. They’d been worried about Hunter.

  But were they worried enough to do what needed to be done? I reached out and grabbed the waistband of Payton’s jeans, then tucked my fingers inside.

  “Whoa, there,” he said softly.

  I glanced across at Hunter, who was rising to sit on the edge of the bed. I waited until our gazes collided. What happened next was his choice.

  His expression was still, not a hint of what was going on inside his thick skull, but then, he gave me an almost imperceptible nod.

  Turning fully to Payton, I opened his belt, unzipped his jeans, then tugged his pants over his hips, exposing his snug briefs. His breath hitched, but he didn’t demur when I dragged his briefs downward. His long, thick black cock sprang free.

  I liked the look of it—so dark, with a purplish tinge. The head was shaped like helmet. I couldn’t help gripping his shaft just beneath that pretty helmet so I could rub my thumb over the top.

  Then I released him and turned toward Marco.

  We both glanced at Hunter whose nod was more solid this time.

  “Goddamn,” Marco said, and he rushed ahead of me, dropping his pants to expose his erection. I smiled. I liked his as well. It had the slightest curve and was thickly veined.

  Without preamble, I bent at the waist, showing my ass and pussy to Pa
yton while I opened my mouth and took Marco’s cock inside me.

  Hunter must have given some silent hand signal—something his SEAL buddies would understand. Because Payton moved behind me. His hands closed around my hips. His cock slid between my thighs.

  “We won’t fuck. Your pussy’s all Hunter’s,” Payton said, his voice as thick as the rod rubbing against my folds.

  I tightened my thighs around his cock and gasped when he reached to palm my breasts. Then he began rocking forward and back, his motions forcing me to take Marco deeper—to the back of my throat, where I gagged until I relaxed my throat and jaw—and then all of Marco was fucking my mouth.

  The motions so excited me, I felt my pulse thud inside my head. My core tightened. I could almost come like this, but I knew I had to wait. Hunter would want my first orgasm. He needed it, and I needed to save it for him to reassure him of my loyalty.

  Not that he should ever wonder. Sure, he’d walked in on me having phone sex with another guy, but I’d never allowed anyone to have me after Danny Lasko had proven to be a complete jerk after taking my virginity. After I’d come home from prom crying, Hunter had shown me what making love should be like. After that, he’d been the only guy for me.

  Hunter had dated other women after prom—trying to show me in the hardest way possible that he wasn’t the guy for me, but I’d been persistent, showing up at his place the morning after he’d binged on some random girl so I could hear how the date had gone. Hunter had never given me more of a reaction than a shrug and “mind your own fucking business”. And then, I’d trail him through his apartment, stripping and jumping into the middle of his bed, just to remind him why that other girl wasn’t still there. I was the only girl for him.

  Then last year, he’d seemed to get the point. He’d let me move in when I’d lost a roommate and couldn’t afford paying rent on my own. And he’d let me stay. Never a mention that I should find someplace of my own and give him space. He didn’t seem to want it.

  I wasn’t willing to give it.

  So, here we were, him feeling raw after returning home, finding me chatting up some other guy. A phone whore. And now, I was having sex with his closest friends.

  Marco pulsed into my throat, and I gagged. His fingers clutched my hair, not letting me up. Breathing through my nose, I fought the instinctive reaction of having something thick and hard inside my throat and tightened my lips.

  “Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “Hunt, her goddamn mouth’s so hot.”

  I heard Hunter’s growl, but didn’t care if he was jealous. He needed to get worked up. Needed to let all of his emotions surface.

  Payton tightened his hold on my boobs and slammed against my ass. More moisture leaked from inside me to aid his movements.

  Jerking between the men, I rode a high. My mouth filled, my pussy burning with friction.

  Then Payton let go of one of my boobs and slapped my ass. My teeth strafed Marco’s cock.

  Marco issued a hiss, and suddenly, creamy, salty come filled my throat and the back of my mouth. I swallowed around him, adding another sexy squeeze that had his body shuddering as he came.

  Payton gripped my hair and pulled up my head, which forced a steep arch in my back as he pounded me from behind. And then he shot—come spurting between my legs, landing on Marco’s trousers and shoes.

  I grinned at Marco, who stood in front of me, squeezing the last drops of come from his own dick.

  He shook his head. “Hope you know what you’re doing,” he whispered.

  I didn’t. I was going with my instincts.

  When Payton wrapped his arm over my breasts and slowly helped me straighten, he bent to kiss the top of my shoulder. “Might want to shower first,” he murmured.

  The two men moved toward the door. I turned slowly toward Hunter, still seated on the side of the bed, his gaze glittering. His jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumped at the edge.

  I walked toward him, stopping when I was near enough my leg touched his knee. “Fuck me, Hunter. Don’t be gentle.”

  He shook his head, and his mouth curled in a sneer. “You need to go away.”

  “I can’t.”

  “I want you out of my apartment.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  He raised his face to glare at me, and then I saw the shimmer of tears in his eyes.

  I reached out, gripped his shoulders, then climbed over his thighs, aligning my soaking, hot slit over the tip of his cock. I bracketed his cheeks with my palms and leaned toward him. “I’m here, Hunter. I’m yours. Use me.”

  He closed his eyes. “I’m hanging by a thread, baby.”

  I bent toward his ear to whisper, “Snip.”

  His laugh was short and hoarse, but it broke the tension. Slowly, he lifted his hands, mirroring my embrace. “I missed you,” he whispered.

  “I missed your big fat cock.” I grinned, and waited until a ghost of smile tipped up the corners of his firm mouth.

  “I should spank you.”

  I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. “That a bribe for me to be good or punishment?”

  His thumb traced my bottom lip. “I’ll want this mouth on me. It killed me watching you blow Marco.”

  “Is this going to be weird for you and your boys?”

  “They’re my brothers,” he said softly, his stare intense.

  I got the message. “So, they’re my brothers, too, huh, stepbro?”

  “Unless you have problems with that.”

  I shook my head, not too quickly, because I didn’t want him to know just how eagerly I’d step into that role with Marco and Payton. “And where does that leave us?”

  “You’re mine. My woman. You’ll quit that job, right?”

  I huffed a breath. “I hated being a receptionist.”

  “Only men you can talk dirty with will be the three of us. That be enough?”

  I dropped my gaze. “I’m not a whore.”

  He tugged my hair to lift my face. “Didn’t say you were. But you are a horny thing.”

  I forced a smile. “Thought that was what you liked best about me.”

  He shook his head. “There are lots of things I like about you, Sara. Your mouth, whether it’s talking dirty or smiling—or ringing my cock. Your willingness to give me everything I want, and things I never knew I needed. Mostly, I like the fact you love me.”

  Like, not love. I didn’t let his words pierce my heart. He loved me all right. I rubbed my breasts against his chest. “Think we can get to that fucking I’ve been dying for?”

  “Sure you’re wet enough?” he whispered.

  I grunted and swirled my pussy on the cap of his cock. “What do you think?”

  “Baby, grind on down.”

  A quiver shook my breasts and belly. I quickly bobbed, up and down, taking him deeper and deeper inside me until our groins met. His thick pubic hair abraded my naked clit, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed my face into the corner of his neck. “This is my favorite place,” I whispered. “Sitting on your dick.”

  “She’s got a dirty mouth.”

  I didn’t bother looking back to the doorway. If Marco wanted to watch… But his steps approached the bed.

  And Hunter lowered his back, taking me with him to the mattress.

  Suddenly, I was bent over him, and he was parting my buttocks.

  Spit trickled down my crease, and my pussy clamped around Hunter’s cock. “He’s not…”

  “Don’t want him to?” Hunter whispered.

  “Now, how the hell am I supposed to answer that? I want to fuck you, but the thought of him inside my ass…” I shivered as a finger tapped my anus.

  Hunter lifted my face. “Welcome us home, baby.”

  Then he kissed me. Our lips rubbed in slick circles. His tongue slipped inside my mouth. I sucked it, loving the moan my action elicited.

  Marco pushed his finger inside my ass, and I gasped.

  “Easy, girl,” he said. “You get too loud, you’ll wake up
Payton, and I don’t think this tight ass is ready for his cock.”

  Hunter chuckled and moved his mouth, kissing my cheek then the edge of my jaw as I tilted back my head.

  Another finger entered me; I tightened around his digits.

  “Damn, I’m gonna love sliding inside this.”

  His fingers withdrew. I listened while latex snapped.

  I gave Hunter a wide-eyed stare, because I’d just realized something. “You’re not wearing anything.”

  He arched a dark brow. “Does it matter?”

  I frowned. “I’m clean. There’s been no one but you. And I’m still on the pill.”

  “Then stop thinking, Sara. Let us love you.”

  Something blunt and big nudged my asshole—and it was slick with something cool. Was that gel? Had he prepared for this moment? I stared at Hunter. “You planned this?”

  “I didn’t know I’d be walking into that conversation you were having with daddy, but I planned this. All of us. I thought you’d like it.”

  “You think you know me so well?”

  “Don’t I?”

  That gray gaze locked with mine, and I remembered all the times I’d taunted and teased him when we’d been growing up. All the times I’d snuck into his room to watch him pleasuring himself, to let him show me how to touch myself. “Guess you do.”

  “Hunter loves you,” Marco said, as he pushed deeper into my ass. “He has a problem with that word, but you wouldn’t doubt it. Not if you’d heard the way he approached us about doing this. He briefed us like it was some kind of military action plan.”

  I laughed and snuggled against Hunter’s hard chest. I remembered when he’d taught me how to frig myself. “He likes to be precise.”

  “He likes to be in control,” Marco muttered. “Fuck, not sure I can keep up my end of this conversation much longer.”

  We all fell silent as he slowly worked his way inside me.

  When he was deep inside, I placed my arms on the mattress and lifted my chest from Hunter’s, leaving just the aching tips of my nipples gliding on his skin. “Tell us how you want it,” I whispered.

  Hunter plucked a nipple and gave it a twist. “I want the bed to creak. She doesn’t want gentle, Marco.”