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“Fill me,” I whispered, digging my nails in. “Do it.”

His body stiffened, his ass clenching hard as he unloaded inside me. The bearded SEAL crushed me against his tattooed chest. He growled like a cornered animal, burying his face in my shoulder…

“That’s it,” I cried out, counting his pulses. “Put it deep, put it deep… “

His contractions triggered yet another orgasm for me, this one low and powerful. Instead of radiating outward in waves, this one radiated in. An explosion of warmth and heat, showering my very core.

“Ohhh baby, please… put it deeeeeep…”

I was gushing between the legs — sopping wet, totally full. The sounds and scents of our combined sex filled the room.

“Yes, honey…”

My hands finally moved up to caress his face. There was a look there now, buried beneath the post-orgasmic bliss. It was an expression that hadn’t been there before. Of something important, shared between us.

We held each other afterward, with me cuddling in the crook of his arm. Then the shadows in the room shifted again… and I saw Holden in the doorway. He was smiling sadistically. Crooking a finger.

“My turn.”

Forty-One

HOLDEN

I took her in my favorite way, face to face. My lips on hers, kissing her hungrily, guiding her up and down in my lap as she straddled me, chest against chest.

It wasn’t enough to simply have her again. I wanted to connect with her. To let her know that she wasn’t just here for Kyrkos, she was here for us too. That we’d be there for her even beyond what happened next, whether it be for better or for worse.

Honestly, it was a little crazy. Falling so fast, so hard for someone I barely knew. Yet no matter how I tried to rationalize it, Andrea was the perfect partner. She was loving, caring, highly intelligent. Strong yet feminine, and absolutely gorgeous.

On top of all that, she belonged to us. There were connections between she and Randall and I that extended even beyond our shared mission. Each of us had seen loss. Each of us was without family, or even friends, because we’d all dedicated the early part of our lives to other people, other things.

And yes, she loved being shared by us, too. That part was a particularly rare find. To find a woman that open-minded. Someone willing to live out her wildest fantasies and desires, rather than keep them locked away and hidden, in secret or shame.

Randall and I had talked, and we didn’t want to let her go. We needed her to know where she stood, even beyond the physical aspect of our arrangement. Beyond the mutual gratification we’d been taking

in each other, these past crazy days.

I thought about those things as she rode me, eyes closed, her blonde hair cascading all the way down her shoulders, to dance teasingly over the tops of her breasts. I could love her, if I didn’t already. We could love her…

And then there was Marcus — every bit in the same boat we were. He had the same military specialist background. The same reasons for wanting Kyrkos eradicated from the face of the Earth. And yet he had a connection with her too. A fiery sexual chemistry for sure, but also a shared kinship that ran on much deeper levels.

It had been awkward at first, talking with him about Andrea. But after their experience at the hotel, Randall had assured me he was on the same page. We were all on the same page, so to speak. For these reasons, coming together — all four of us, now — wasn’t all that big of a stretch.

Andrea had stopped kissing me to lean backward, resting her hands on my thighs. She was riding me all the way up, all the way down. Rolling her head back so she could revel in the feeling having me inside her.

I watched, spellbound, her hips rolling in a circle as she bottomed out on every thrust. She was definitely winning. Wearing us down… wearing us out…

Our eyes met, and she smiled that secret smile. Her mouth formed two simple words, her front teeth biting down on her lower lip gently:

“Fuck me…”

I buried my face in her breasts. Smothered myself in that soft, warm valley, while surging into her from beneath. Her pussy was a swampy wet mess. Full of heat and arousal and a whole night’s worth of crazy, wanton sex.

When I glanced up, her lips were still moving. Still whispering the same dirty words, over and over again.

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me…”

Her blue eyes found mine and I lost it. It happened quickly, with a loud, shuddering groan.