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  I narrowed my eyes, happy to give her exactly what she needed, even if it wasn’t precisely what she wanted.

  After I’d loosened the straps restraining her ankles and urged her to her knees, I placed a spreader bar just above her thighs. As I fastened the Velcro closings, I stared at her pussy. My cock was hard, had been since I’d awoken that morning and realized I had her to myself. But I liked being hard, and loved waiting for my pleasure. Especially when it drove Sara crazy.

  With her chest on the bed and her ass up high, she was completely helpless, and since I hadn’t touched the flesh between her legs even once, she knew I wasn’t going to get around to fucking her anytime soon.

  Nope, I left her like that and went about my business, heading to the laundry room to start a load of dirty clothes, all the while smiling as she screeched her dismay.

  When she quieted, I headed back into the bedroom. “Have any clothes that need to be washed?”

  “Motherfucker,” she muttered.

  I cupped my ear and leaned toward her. “What’s that? Shall I run the vacuum, too?”

  “And to think I showered for this.”

  My grin stretched across my face. I stepped closer to the bed then reached to flick the vibe’s switch.

  She groaned and tapped the mattress with her forehead. “Please, Hunter…”

  I edged onto the mattress, holding up her arm to slide under her and sit with my back to the headboard. “Lift up your face.”

  With rolls of her hands, she twisted the straps latched to her wrists and pulled her upper torso off the mattress, making space for me to spread my legs wide and place my cock just beneath her mouth. “Think you can manage to suck me off without choking yourself to death?” I kept my tone cheerful.

  Her jaws ground together, but she pasted on a smile. “What a shame I can’t use my hands.”

  I gripped the base of my shaft and smiled. “I’ll hold it up for you.”

  “Asshat.”

  I arched a brow in warning.

  She wrinkled her nose then lowered her mouth toward my cock.

  I jerked to the right then slapped the side of her cheek with my dick. She angled her head to capture the tip, but I slapped her nose, leaving a smear of pre-ejaculate there, then slapped her right cheek.

  She grunted and angled her head again, this time, catching me, because I let her, latching hard around the crown and sliding her pointed tongue into my slit.

  I couldn’t hold back a hiss of air.

  She laughed, the sound muffled by my cock, and went deeper, gliding her lips down my shaft, then slowly raising her head to draw off me, before she sank again, her mouth meeting my tightened fingers.

  Arousal built inside me, hardening my balls into painfully tight stones, but still, I didn’t move, didn’t give away hints of my growing pleasure as she suctioned and stroked me with her tongue.

  Fuck, I loved her mouth. Even tolerated the deliberate scrapes of her teeth. She was driving me crazy. The feel of her surrounding me, slick heat and strong grip—if I hadn’t cinched my fingers around the base of my dick, I’d have blown straight down her throat.

  But I wasn’t ready to concede this battle.

  And Sara would have been disappointed if I had.

  I needed a distraction. “Mom and Dad are coming for a visit.”

  Teeth pinched my shaft, and I shouted.

  Sara raised up, eyes wide. “What? When?”

  I shrugged. “A couple of months. Forgot to mention it,” I said glibly as her face went red.

  “Shit! Fuck! Forgot to mention it, my ass!”

  I sighed and reached out to release the bonds surrounding her wrists.

  Left to balance on her knees, she fell against my belly, ass in the air.

  I wished I was behind her, but the spreader bar would have proved daunting to work around.

  “The guys have to move out—before they get here! We need to get a U-haul. I have to prepare a bedroom for me, for them…”

  “They already know we share the house with the guys.”

  “They don’t know I don’t have my own damn bedroom!”

  I lifted her by her shoulders and scooted out from under her. Without speaking, I removed the spreader bar, then joined her on the mattress again, placing my hands beneath my head as though I didn’t have a care in the world.

  Sara knelt beside my hip, glaring daggers. “Hunter, Mom and Dad…they don’t know. They can’t!”

  “They know about us, baby,” I said softly. “They have for a long time.”

  Her lower jaw dropped then snapped closed. “You mean, every time I’ve talked to my mom, I’ve been lying to her?”

  “Did you ever say ‘Hunter and I fucked all night’?”

  “Of course not.”

  “Did you ever say you were dating other dudes?” I gave her a glib smile. Her frown deepened. “Because you aren’t, sweetheart. You don’t date Marco, Payton, or Harley. They know you’re mine. That we’re together. The details of how that works aren’t any of our parents’ business.”

  “How do they know about us? I never told.”

  Her sweet body was inches from mine, but the chances of taking advantage of that fact grew more remote. Well, I’d wanted to distract her… “When Dad retired and they moved to Florida, he and I had a little talk. He said your mom was worried about you. About leaving you alone. I told him straight up that you weren’t alone.” I’d also told him that I loved her and she loved me, but that we needed time to be a couple before we “came out”.

  Sara’s frown eased, and she swallowed. “I wondered why Mom never asked when I was going to get my own place. I figured she was just glad I was safe with you.”

  “From what Dad said, she’s relieved you’re with me. Said you were too wild.” I arched a brow. “She thought I’d be able to handle you and keep you out of trouble.”

  She chewed her bottom lip. “So, they know we sleep together?”

  I swallowed before I said the hard part. “They know we’re in love.”

  She drew a deep breath that lifted her pretty tits. “I can’t believe you admitted that—to them. I have to work so damn hard to hear those words.” Her gaze fell away.

  Acid burned at the back of my throat. “Talking about how I feel…it’s not easy, Sara.”

  “I know that. And I know you love me.” Her gaze returned to mine. Tears glistened in her eyes. “I’m just a little scared. What if they find out about…the rest?”

  “How can they? Our friends will be on their best behavior.” One corner of my mouth curved. “I told the guys I’d kick their asses if they so much as touched your ass.”

  Her mouth twitched. “If you do it naked, I’d love to watch.”

  “Come here.”

  Sara studied my face, then her gaze swept my body, stalling on the erection standing up from my groin. “I need to make a great big ‘Honey Do’ list,” she muttered.

  “What’s that got to do with what you’re staring at?”

  She flipped her hair behind her shoulders. “You don’t get my mouth or my pussy unless you earn it, buster. None of you do.”

  I shot out a hand, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to the mattress. Then I climbed over her body, trapping her beneath me. “Starting when?” I growled.

  She rolled her eyes. “Duh. As soon as I write my list.”

  I made a vow to hide every pencil in the place, but only after I fucked her raw. Then I bumped the tip of my cock against her pussy, twice, just to get her attention fixed where it should be.

  With a pout, she opened her legs, bent her knees to cup my hips, then raised her pussy to push it against my dick.

  With a single thrust, I stroked all the way inside then rolled my hips to burrow deeper, stretching her side to side, while she ground her clit against my groin.

  “I like the way you fill me,” she whispered, her expression losing all defiance.

  Right now, she was all mine, naked love gleaming in her eyes. “This is mine, Sara,
” I said, pulling back and grinding deep again. “Fuck, I love your pussy.”

  Her inner muscles rippled and cinched, working me from the inside—deliberately sexy clasps that made my belly quiver against hers.

  I hooked my arms under her knees and pulled them up, forced them wider, then I ground deeper, circling my hips to hit every inch of her channel while I raked her distended clit with my bristled pubes.

  Sara gasped. “You have to move, Hunter. Move, now.” Her head thrashed on the mattress, and her body began to shudder and jerk.

  She was close. But I wasn’t close enough. I forced her knees higher, until her belly curved upward, then bounced against her pussy, driving as deep as I could go. Nothing smooth or rhythmic—tap-tap-tapping hard against her—faster, sharper, as I watched her face redden and her expression screw up in sexy agony. “Hunterrrrrrr!”

  I pulled out and dropped her thighs. Then flipped her roughly to her belly. Before she pushed up on her hands, I was inside her again, stroking so deep I shoved against the base of the vibe still snug in her ass with every thrust.

  Sara sank her tits against the mattress and stretched out her arms to grasp the covers in her fists, surrendering, sobbing as I pumped. The bed bounced with the fury of my strokes, jumping on the floor until the headboard banged the wall.

  The sounds that filled the room fueled me—the hard rattles of the bed, the pinging springs, her short gasping sobs that soon became thready moans.

  “Close!” she cried out.

  “Now,” I shouted. With a last flurry of quickening strokes, I let go, loving her scream as she came hard.

  When I finished pumping come inside her, I withdrew, flipped her again, and shoved my still-hard erection back inside to enjoy the last sweet convulsions of her orgasm squeezing around me.

  We writhed together, my arms surrounding her, our bodies sliding in sweat. I bent to bite her chin, then lowered my mouth to hers. We could barely breathe, but our tongues stroked and soothed. At last, I slid my cheek against hers and gave her a tight hug. “Mine,” I whispered in her ear.

  “Yours,” she gave me back.

  *

  The guys aimed narrowed glares my way as they each perused their lists.

  Payton grunted. “What the hell does ‘Clean the furry caterpillars from the fan blades mean’?”

  Everyone looked to Sara who’d donned figure-hiding sweats, because she didn’t want any “funny business” happening until the men had completed their chores.

  “Had to go and spill the beans about your parents’ visit…” Marco muttered.

  I shrugged and grinned. Happy for the moment, because I’d had mine and knew it would be hours before the others got a taste of my sweet girl. “Dust bunnies, Pay. Come on. You live here, too. Can’t expect Sara to do all the work.”

  Payton grunted again. “Why not? Girl doesn’t pay the bills.”

  Sara paused on the top of the three-step ladder she’d placed in front of the stove while she cleaned away spattered grease from the wall behind it. “I contribute.”

  “Sex and housework. That’s the deal,” Marco said, his hands on his hips.

  Sara lifted her sweatshirt and cupped one generous breast. “You want this, you gotta work for it, buddy.”

  All my brothers bit back grins at her dark frown. Sara trying to look scary or mean was pretty damn funny.

  “How’m I supposed to work the vacuum attachments with this?” Harley said, holding up his metal claw.

  Sara shook her head. “Same way you clamp my tit when we fuck. No excuses!”

  “You heard her, Harley. Can’t use that old crippled excuse anymore. She’s seen you in action.”

  One corner of Harley’s mouth curved upward. “She still won’t let my claw near her clit.”

  “You’d pop it like a grape,” Marco said, patting his shoulder. “Get to work. We all want a piece of her smart ass.”

  When they’d all left the kitchen to tackle their lists, I walked up behind her and cupped her butt, making sure to touch places I’d left welts. “You sore?”

  She grunted. “I won’t be able to sit for a week.”

  “That’s okay, you can still kneel.”

  She aimed a downward glare. “Every cabinet emptied. And new liners. Then we’ll talk blow-jobs.”

  I grinned and turned to my task. Not the least worried she wouldn’t give me exactly what I demanded…later.

  *

  Later never came. That afternoon, the call came to scramble the team. Sara gave us hard hugs as we headed to my SUV. Three weeks passed before Payton, Marco, and I piled out of my vehicle, duffels filled with dirty laundry, and in need of showers and beard trims.

  Harley met us at the door, his glance taking in our haggard appearances. “Straight back to the showers. Sara’s orders. We’ve got steaks on the grill.”

  I trudged through the house, disappointed she hadn’t met us at the door. I’d been holding in my anger over a shitty mission, over the fact the spooks had gotten the intel wrong, and my team had landed in a hot zone we’d had to battle our way out of—without getting our target. Four injured, no deaths was a testament to our training. The long flight back I’d held on by a thread, envisioning her welcome, her heat, her happy smile.

  Five minutes showering was too damn long to wait. I didn’t like that she’d insisted. When I came home, she knew I needed her—hard, fast, under me. Then I’d be human again.

  I dropped my Go Bag and laundry sack on the floor inside the bedroom door then winced as dirt billowed out onto clean carpet. Which pissed me off. I began shucking my clothes, letting them fly, kicked away my filthy boots. I headed straight to the shower, turned the lever to start the water, and stepped under the spray before it warmed, hoping the cold would clear my head.

  The glass door slid open behind me. I tensed, waiting… Small hands slid around my belly and went straight for my dick. I turned and stared downward at Sara’s pale face, her tightened features. I turned the showerhead to spray over her, a mean smile stretching my face as she gasped. But she went straight to her knees, knowing the only way to tame the restless anger brewing inside me.

  I reached down and wrapped her hair around one fist, pulled her toward my groin, then rested my back against the cool tiles and closed my eyes.

  I was home. Her hot mouth gobbled up my cock, taking all of me inside. Then she worked me, sucking me hard, bobbing back and forward, angling her head side to side as my erection expanded. She took me deep into her throat, gurgling and grunting as I began to stroke into her mouth. Her hand cupped my balls and squeezed. A fingernail scratched behind them, raking the sensitive spot that had me growling and quivering faster than I was ready to accept.

  I tugged her hair to bring her off my cock and reached down to grip her underarms and brought her to her feet. Then I clamped her ass and brought her higher, waiting as she wound her sturdy legs around my hips.

  She reached between our bodies, fit the tip of my dick against her entrance, then clutched my shoulders.

  I speared into her and turned to crush her against the shower wall.

  Neither of us spoke as I fucked her hard. Straight up. Hands bruising her ass as I raised and lowered her to meet my thrusts. My breaths came in pants. My body shuddered head to toe. All my concentration went to the warm, slick channel I crammed inside.

  Sara’s gaze stayed locked with mine. She never betrayed a wince at my rough treatment. No, she sank her nails into my skin, then leaned to bite my shoulder, unleashing a howling violence that had me pounding into her sweet body.

  Her cry broke through my red haze. I pulled back my head to gauge her pain, but her head was tilted backward, her mouth open, and long, strangled cry tore from her as she came, her hips jerking below.

  That sound broke me. My balls exploded and come gushed through my dick. I gave a gritty shout as I came, my hips not slowing until I felt her pressing kisses against my cheek.

  Fingernails dragged through my hair, and I rubbed against h
er nails, loving the sharp scratch that soothed while it brought me back to her.

  Her next kiss landed on my mouth, and I groaned, taking that kiss and shoving my tongue inside her. Exultant happiness and relief made me weak.

  “Missed you,” she said, panting when she dragged away her lips.

  “Don’t talk,” I ground out.

  “You made a mess of the bedroom. I shampooed carpets yesterday.”

  I gave her a mean stare. Was she seriously complaining about the goddamn floor?

  She grinned. “Better now?”

  A laugh caught me by surprise. “Bitch.”

  She waggled her eyebrows. “I’ll let you treat me like one later. I like it doggie-style.”

  Laughter bubbled up inside me. Standing there, my dick still deep in her pussy, I couldn’t imagine my life without this—fucking happy to be alive, and to be fucking her. After weeks of eating dirt, with tension riding my shoulders, and worry for my brothers causing my gut to cramp, seeing her sexy smile made everything right. I bent toward her and gave her a hard kiss. “I fucking love you, Sara,” I said, my voice thick.

  Her eyes crinkled at the corners and grew misty as she held her smile. “I’m glad you’re home. I fucking love you, too.”

  A rap sounded against the glass door.

  We turned our heads to find three blurred figures hovering outside.

  “Steaks are done.” Harley said, “Get your asses dry!”

  “Don’t know why he’s in such a hurry,” Sara muttered. “He got plenty.”

  I slapped one fleshy ass cheek. “I’m balls deep, and you’re talking about fucking another guy?” I wasn’t really angry, or even the least bit disgruntled. I’d just wanted an excuse to leave fingerprints on her—something to remind the guys whose brand she wore. I knew I was in for a long night. Marco and Payton had done nothing but talk about all the nasty ways they were going to drive her crazy on the drive from the base. I was eager to watch.

  Later, I sat with my arms stretched over the back of the sofa, Harley beside me. Both our gazes were glued to the three going at in on the soft carpet in front of us.

  Marco had borrowed a set of titty clamps from my bag of toys. The bells attached to the ends tinkled every time he gave Sara’s nipples a flick.