SUPPORTING THE TROOPS, an Army Ménage
Shelby walked into the living room, intending to head upstairs, but Dylan caught her hand and spun her around, pulling her against him for a kiss. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as his fingers tangled in her hair. His tongue found hers, doing a slow, sensual tango with it.
Behind her, something hard and unyielding pressed against her ass, and she jumped. Dylan broke the kiss with a chuckle.
“Sorry.” Carter’s voice was husky in her ear. “Didn’t meant to startle you.”
She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. She could feel the heat of his body through both their clothes. “You didn’t. I like being right here between the two of you.”
“Then you won’t mind if I do this?”
Carter pushed her long hair aside with his hand and pressed his lips to the side of her neck. Shelby opened her mouth to tell him she didn’t mind in the least, but all that came out was a moan as Dylan bent his head to kiss her again. Hands slid under her shirt to cup her bra-covered breasts. She thought it was Dylan, but it could just as easily have been Carter. It was a little difficult to concentrate at the moment. A few hours ago, she’d fantasized about being between her husband and her friend like this, but her fantasies didn’t even come close to how erotic this was.
“I think it’s time your clothes came off, don’t you, babe?” Dylan asked.
Shelby couldn’t agree more. She reached down to unbutton her shorts, but Dylan’s hands were already there. As he wiggled them over her hips, Carter pulled off her top. Her bra and panties quickly followed and within seconds, she was standing there completely naked. It wasn’t like Carter hadn’t seen her that way already—twice, actually—but she blushed a little anyway.
“You’re panties are soaking wet.” Dylan slipped his hand between her legs to glide a finger along her slick folds. “And so are you.”
She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to grind against his hand. “You and Carter have been driving me crazy.”
Her husband teased the opening of her pussy with his finger while behind her, Carter’s hands rested on her hips tantalizingly close to her ass.
“Or it could just be that you’re a bad girl,” Dylan said.
Shelby blinked up at him. Usually, when Dylan said she was a bad girl, it meant he was going to give her a spanking. It was sort of their special code word that always led to her getting her ass warmed. But would he do it in front of his best friend?
God, she hoped so.
“Maybe so,” she said softly.
His eyes turned molten. “Then maybe I should spank you.”
A fresh wave of excitement rippled through her. “Maybe you should.”
Dylan held her gaze for a moment longer before he looked over her shoulder at Carter. “You don’t mind if I spank my wife, do you?”
Carter’s breath stirred her hair. “Not at all. I wouldn’t want to come between Shelby and the spanking she deserves.”
SEMPER FINE, a Marine Ménage
Things got really interesting when the music slowed. Delaney expected one of them to call dibs on her like they’d done every other time the DJ had played something slow, but instead this time they simply sandwiched her close and kept dancing. Being between them like this was different than sitting between them at dinner the night before.
But while Colt and Jagger were close, they never actually touched her. Even so, she could feel the heat coming off them. And suddenly, she was back in the fantasy she’d had last night about having a threesome with the two hot Marines.
Her heart beat so fast it felt like she’d just run a marathon. Her breath came in quick pants.
Was this what it would be like if they really had a threesome?
She could only hope.
That first slow song was followed by another, then another after that. Delaney could have stayed right there on the dance floor with Colt and Jagger until morning, but all too soon, the DJ called it a night and packed up his equipment.
It was just as well. One more slow song and she’d be all over Colt and Jagger.
The men were uncharacteristically quiet in the elevator, making her wonder what they were thinking. But their faces were unreadable.
When they reached their floor, Delaney slowly led the way to her room, not wanting the evening to end. At the door, she turned to Colt and Jagger. She wanted to invite them in, to ask them to spend the night in her bed, but she didn’t. Partly because she could never be that bold. But mostly because she’d be embarrassed as hell if they said no.
She had to stay something, though.
“I don’t think I’ve ever danced that much in my life,” she finally managed. “I had a really great time.”
Colt grinned. “Me, too. No reason the fun has to end already, you know.”
She stared at him not sure she heard right. But the heated look in those blue eyes told her she’d understood him just fine.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she said softly.
“Why not?” Colt asked.
Did he really need her to spell it out for him? “Because you and Jagger are best friends. I don’t want to get between the two of you.”
Colt and Jagger exchanged looks, then chuckled.
“That’s exactly where we’ve been hoping you’d end up,” Jagger said. “Between us.”
Delaney’s stomach did a somersault. “Like a threesome?”
Colt’s mouth twitched as he shared a look with Jagger. “Exactly like a threesome.”
Her gaze went from Colt to Jagger and back again. Both men were looking at her expectantly. Her mind whirled. Colt and Jagger were proposing the very fantasy she’d been obsessing about since they’d both kissed her last night. Could she really take them up on it?
FLEET WEEK FLING, a Navy Ménage
They didn’t talk much the rest of the way to her hotel. When they got there, she led the way across the lobby to the elevators, then pushed the button for her floor as soon as they stepped inside. Her heart was racing so fast, she was sure the men must be able to hear it. But they were both calmly leaning back against the wall on either side of her, the hunger in their eyes the only sign that they were as excited by what they were about to do as she was. Then again, that was probably only because their jackets were hiding what she was sure were some impressive hard-ons.
By the time the elevator stopped on her floor, she was practically shaking with excitement. This was really about to happen.
Taking a deep breath, she slid the key card into the lock and opened the door, then led the Sailors inside. Right now, the fancy room with its huge king-size bed and garden tub didn’t seem so extravagant. Instead it seemed like exactly what she needed to entertain her two Navy studs. She’d have to remember to thank Brianna for talking her into it.
Sophie set her purse down on the coffee table, then turned to face them. “Do you want me to call room service and ask them to bring anything up? Like drinks or something?”
Cameron exchanged looks with Kellen before flashing her a smile. “Thanks, but we’re good.”
She hoped they’d say that. But she wanted to be polite.
She smiled. “Good. I’m not really in the mood for drinks, either.”
“What are you in the mood for?” Kellen asked, a playful smile on his lips.
Sophie walked over to stand in front of him. “This.”
Going up on tiptoe, she kissed Kellen long and slow on the mouth. Then she did the same to Cameron. When she was done, she stepped back and deliberately licked her lips.
Kellen groaned. “I think it’s time for you to take off that dress, don’t you?”
She couldn’t agree more. “Only if you two promise to lose those uniforms.”
Cameron grinned. “Sounds fair.”
Sophie’s hands trembled a little as she reached around to unzip the back of her dress. Cameron and Kellen followed her every move as she pushed it off her shoulders and over her hips, letting it fall on the floor at her feet. The heat in their eyes was almost enough to melt her black bra and matching panties right off her.
She put her hands on her hips and leveled her gaze at them. “Your turn.”
RESCUE ME, an Air Force Ménage
She was about to go check to see if their uniforms were dry when she caught Austin regarding her with those soulful dark eyes of his.
“What?” she asked with a grin.
He smiled back. “I was just thinking again that the dinner you made was some of the best food I’ve eaten in a long time.”
“But there is one thing that would make it even more perfect,” he added.
His grin broadened. “Dessert.”
Beside him, Kyle nodded in agreement.
Kayleigh laughed. Why hadn’t she thought of that? “I can certainly whip something up. My chocolate cake is always a hit, but it’d take a while to make.”
Maybe mentioning dessert was their subtle way of telling her they weren’t ready to go yet, which was fine with her.
“Chocolate cake wasn’t the kind of dessert I had in mind,” Austin said.
Okay. Now she was confused. “What kind of dessert were you thinking about?”
Austin stepped closer. Damn, he smelled good.
“This kind of dessert,” he said, tipping up her chin and kissing her on the mouth.
The move surprised her, but she was quick to recover, sliding her hands up the front of his muscular chest and parting her lips. Austin took that as an invitation to bury his fingers in her long hair and play a slow, sensuous game of tongue twister that left her weak in the knees. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she might have swayed a little. Regardless, his other hand reached around to cup her ass and pull her tightly against him. His cock strained against the front of his swim trunks, pressing against her tummy.
Giving her ass another squeeze, he lifted his head to gaze down at her, his dark eyes smoldering. It was all she could do not to melt into a puddle of goo at his feet.
Arms still around her, he glanced at Kyle. “You want some dessert, too?”
Kayleigh did a double take. She’d completely forgotten about Kyle.
But now she realized the other PJ had been standing a mere few feet away while his friend kissed her. But instead of staking his claim on her with that kiss, Austin had asked Kyle if he wanted to kiss her, too.
It wasn’t something she’d anticipated. But it was definitely something that turned her on.
Kayleigh glanced over her shoulder at Kyle. He was looking at her expectantly, blue eyes glinting.
“Yeah, I think I would like some dessert,” he said. “But only if Kayleigh doesn’t mind us sharing.”
She opened her mouth to answer, but nothing would come out.
“Kayleigh?” Austin prompted.
She turned to back around to see him regarding her curiously, brow lifted in question. Something told her the two PJs were talking about more than kissing.
Her heart was beating so wildly she thought it might jump out of her chest. She smiled, hoping it would hide how close to doing a happy dance she actually was. “I was always taught that sharing is the polite thing to do.”
Austin returned her smile with a sexy grin of his own, his gaze flicking to Kyle. “I think that’s a yes.”
It was most definitely a yes.
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