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  Marco gripped my hips, his fingers digging so deep I knew I’d have faint bruises. “You’re fucking tight, Sara.”

  I drew narrow breaths through pursed lips to calm my heart and keep relaxed. “It’s been a while, Marco. Forgot how damn good it feels.”

  Hunter twisted my other nipple. “Anytime, Marc. And you,” he said, tapping my nose, “your orgasm’s mine.”

  I gave him a wide-eyed glare. He tells me that now? When I’m stuffed with hard SEAL cock? “I’m not fucking Supergirl.”

  “No, you’re Demi Dix,” he said, giving me a grim smile.

  So, this was punishment. When he twisted my nipple again, I gave a long, distressed mew.

  Marco began rocking inside me, forward and back, his motions fluid and easy.

  I could do this. I could. I could.

  Hunter slipped his hand between our bodies and smoothed his palm against my belly, moving downward. When his middle finger glided over the top of my folds, I shuddered hard.

  My clit was bare and rigid. His callused pad raked it, causing me to tighten, front and back.

  Marco hissed. “Fuck! Baby, not yet. Easy there. Easy…”

  I bit my lower lip and threw back my head. As my eyelids slid closed, all my senses were drawn to the heat in my crotch and my ass.

  Marco’s thrusts quickened, jolting my hips as he pounded.

  Hunter toggled my nub, making sure he had me right there, teetering on the edge.

  “I’m not gonna last,” I whined.

  He pinched my clit, and I let out another yelp.

  “Anyone tell me you sound like a fox?” Marco muttered.

  “Anyone tell you that you fuck like a sissy?” I ground out.

  Hunter snorted, but I could tell he was nearing the edge, too. His features were starkly etched, his gray eyes dark as a storm cloud.

  Marco fucked me harder, moving me on Hunter’s cock. I could feel them both crowding my walls. “Not gonna last,” I said one last time, planting my hands on Hunter’s chest and digging my fingernails into his skin.

  Marco gave a shout and thrust forward, rocking shallowly against me while he came.

  I collapsed against Hunter, and moaned. So close. I’d been right fucking there.

  Hunter’s arms came around me, and he held me still while Marco withdrew and patted my ass.

  As he walked away, I drew deep quivering breaths. When the door closed, Hunter rolled us both. I lifted my thighs and hugged the sides of his hips. He cradled the back of my head with one hand and braced on one arm above me. Then he began to move.

  This was what I’d wanted. Him fucking me. Him above me, filling my vision. Stroking my cunt.

  Slick, slippery sounds punctuated by harsh breaths were all the conversation we needed now. His strokes were powerful, deep. Every inch of his shaft crowded me, left me, filled me again.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and thrashed my head as the pleasure built.

  “Look at me, baby.”

  I opened my eyes. And there he was. At last. My beloved stepbrother. The boy who’d taken the time to teach me what love was. The man who’d given me a home. Gone was the bitter tension. His smile was slight, but his gaze held, refusing to let mine fall away.

  When I came, we shared the explosion. Soft cries of pleasure erupting. When he’d spent himself, he wrapped his arms around me and rolled again. We lay side by side, holding each other as our hearts and breaths slowed.

  “Let me take care of you.”

  “I don’t want to be a burden. I want to hold up my end.”

  “You already do. Just being here.” He plucked a lock of my hair from my sticky cheek and pushed it behind my ear. “I like being able to FaceTime with you, whenever I can.”

  “You don’t mind watching me do my crazy little dances?” I teased.

  “I don’t even mind it when you sing to me.”

  “Your friends howl in the background.”

  “They love it. They’re happy for me.”

  “Are you happy, Hunter?”

  His next breath was deeper. He cupped my chin and drew my face closer. His kiss was soft. And when he drew back, he smiled. “I’m happy when you’re here. In my bed. I love you.”

  I smiled. “Now, was that so hard?”

  “Damn near killed me,” he said, his smile widening.

  “That’s okay. You’ve said it. You don’t have to repeat it. But just know, I’m never going to leave now.”

  Hunter drew me closer, and we kissed and hugged, and snuggled closer. I kissed his scars, all the old familiar ones, and the pink puckered ones from the shrapnel that had maimed Harley.

  “All better now?” I whispered.

  He didn’t answer, simply drew me up the bed and held me so tight our hearts thudded together. Eventually, we even slept.

  The next morning, I found myself in an embarrassing position when Hunter finally entered the kitchen.

  Payton had me bent over the table, my panties around my ankles, and he was swatting my ass.

  Hunter glanced at us both—then went straight for the Cheerios.

  “See?” Payton said. “I told you he wasn’t gonna come to your rescue.” He swatted me again.

  I drew a hissing breath, because that strike had stung. “Hunter, you do see what your brother is doing, right?”

  “He’s just making sure you understand we’re serious about you quitting that goddamn job.”

  “My job’s my business,” I said, then hissed again. Not that I was anything other than completely turned on. My ass burned. My pussy was even hotter.

  “Demi Dix is a nasty girl,” Payton said, stroking a finger into my pussy. “Someday, we’re gonna revisit that no fucking rule.”

  Hunter grunted, but said nothing as he leaned back against the counter and began to eat.

  Marco walked through the doorway, yawning and scraping a hand over his face. He drew up short when he saw my predicament. His glance cut to Hunter.

  Hunter shrugged. “I’d be eating at the table, but I don’t want my milk to spill all over the place. She wiggles a lot.”

  Marco raised an eyebrow then walked around the table and leaned over to pull off the tee I’d hastily donned before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast.

  Nude with my breasts mashed against the table, I had to admit, I was happier doing this than frying eggs.

  A buzz sounded. And every glance turned toward it. My headset was still on the floor where it had landed the previous afternoon.

  Marco darted a look at Hunter, who lifted his chin to give the okay. Marco tapped the earpiece.

  “Hey, baby,” could be heard clearly in the quiet room. “Ready to get dirty with your daddy?”

  Marco wrinkled his nose. “Marco here, daddy. Ready to get your dick twisted in a knot?”

  There was a long stretch of silence, then, “Double your rate, if I can listen to you fuck.”

  Marco bent the headset between his hands, snapping it in two, then walked to the trashcan and tossed it inside.

  “Hey,” I cried out. “They’re going to charge me for that.”

  “Let them. I’ll pay for it,” Marco said. “Only one listening to you fuck is Payton and me.”

  “And me.” Hunter’s voice was soft, but when Marco and Payton glanced his way, he held up two condoms.

  *

  If you enjoyed this story, would you like to see sequels with Hunter, Sara, and his teammates? Write me to let me know at [email protected]!

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  Delilah Devlin is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of erotica and sexy romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. She has published over a hundred sixty erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths, and she is published by Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Grand Central, Harlequin Spice, HarperCollins: Mischief, Kensington, Kindle, Kindle Worlds, Montlake Romance, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.
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