Page 15 of Swept Away (Men of War #1)

G EMMA

I didn’t think he’d do it.

“Gemma?” he bellows out, in front of my building.

Embarrassed, yet smiling, my cheeks flushed, I gather my robe around my body and tie my belt before slipping my bare feet into my rabbit-shaped slippers and rushing to the window.

I push it open, a bright sun smiling down on me, the wind running its fingers through my hair.

I can’t stop smiling.

His eyes glint with mischief as he lifts up his hand.

“Gizmo?”

The orange fur ball rests casually on his forearm.

“I brought you donuts and coffee. And him.”

Mason flashes a smile, looking unbelievably rested considering that only a few hours ago we were still fucking like rabbits.

He wears a white, flowing shirt that is open across his chest, ripped jeans, and flip flops, and his aviator shades are tipped down his nose so he can take a better look at me.

My heart does a little dance in my chest.

I haven’t been so happy in a while.

“Get over here to pick up our gifts. You know where we’ll end up if I come to you.”

“Shush,” I toss at him, laughing. “Someone might hear you.”

“Get over here, baby.”

I gesture at him to stay put before dashing to my closet and changing my clothes at record speed.

My robe ends up on the floor while I push up a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

Impatiently, I run my fingers through my hair and push my feet into my flip flops, the shoes reminding me of him.

Grinning like a silly girl, I walk out of my apartment and fly down the stairs before I stop, pull myself together, and try to exit the building without showing my excitement.

I’m not sure if I’m doing a good job at it or not.

All I know is that he opens his arms and lowers his head to kiss me before he hands me the kitten, the sweets, and the coffee.

“Where did you find him?” I ask.

I swear this cat is part of Mason’s ploy to make me get obsessed with him.

He gestures at the bottom of the stairs.

“He was waiting over there.”

“What?” I gasp in disbelief. “No way.”

He nods.

“You’re such a bad boy, Gizmo,” I chide him before pressing my cheek into his fur.

He purrs in response, melting my heart.

Mason watches me with smiling eyes.

“Did you get any sleep?” he asks quietly.

“Not much. You?”

A hint of lust mixed with tenderness glints in his eyes.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he pushes out softly.

His gaze dips to my chest, a flicker of desire moving through his eyes.

I’m sure he’d touch me if we weren’t out on the street.

“I had too many things to think about.”

His mysterious words make me aware of how much things have changed since I met him.

He lifts his gaze.

“Have you finished your work?”

“Almost.”

I only slept for a couple of hours after he dropped me off and then worked the entire morning, hoping to finish my project and catch up on my sleep in the afternoon.

“Good. Get ready for tonight,” he says. “How does your schedule look tomorrow?”

He brings his hand to my face and runs his thumb along my jawline.

“I’m flexible.”

I feel the effect of his charming smile deep in my core.

“I like that. Flexible is good. It’s going to be a long night, and you might need to use some of that flexibility on us,” he says.

A few seconds pass before his gaze meets my questioning eyes.

Without a word, he lowers his mouth and kisses me tenderly in the middle of the street, making the sun feel like nothing next to the fire thrumming across my skin.

He breaks away from me.

“Say hi to Carter for me,” I say as he pivots away.

“I will. I’m sure he’s thought about you the entire morning,” he says, amused.

His hand closes into a fist, and he doesn’t have to do the gliding motion to know what he is hinting at.

“I was the same,” he tosses at me casually before opening the car door and sliding in.

The thought that these two men have spent their morning jerking off at the memory of what we did last night turns me on.

What a night.

“Go inside and finish your work,” he says, slowly backing away, and I nod in agreement, yet I can’t tear my eyes away from him.

He looks so damn handsome in the driver’s seat with his aviator glasses on that I can’t make myself move.

Eventually, I spin around and walk back in, trying not to think about them.

Them.

The two men who rocked my world last night.

GEMMA

A pair of shorts, a cropped top, a long flowing dress, and a cute club dress sit on the bed.

I glance at the time.

They’ll be here soon.

I move my eyes to the pillow on the floor.

Gizmo is still here with me.

He hasn’t left my place today.

He even napped with me in the afternoon after filling his belly with food and drinking fresh water from his bowl.

We’re starting to bond now. Becoming best friends.

I shift my focus back to my options.

What do I want to wear?

I don’t want anything that clings to my body.

I also don’t want anything that looks too bland and uninspiring.

None of my options work, so I go back to the closet and search through the hangers, hoping to find something that I have somehow overlooked.

Something sexy and frilly.

My hand moves over a few summer dresses when a soft piece of fabric catches my attention.

I pull the garment off the rack and look at it.

“This is it,” I murmur to myself.

It’s a white dress featuring a blue and purple floral print, a flowing bottom, a laced-up fitted top, spaghetti straps, and an empire waistline.

The hemline hits below my rear.

I could wear scrappy sandals with it.

Yes.

That will do.

Excited, I hurry to the bathroom and finish my hair and makeup before sliding up my panties and putting on my dress.

A glance in the mirror confirms it for me that it’s the right pick. It does a good job holding my breasts in place while moving around my body as I walk.

Not wasting another moment, I check my face.

My eyes glint like luminaries.

Why wouldn’t they?

I haven’t been so excited in a while.

Before leaving, I quickly spray a few drops of perfume on my neck, between my breasts, and on my thighs, smiling naughtily at the thought that I will feel their touch on me fairly soon.

A minute before seven, I pick up my purse, check on Gizmo, making sure he has everything he needs, and walk out the door, too impatient to wait for them inside.

I barely walk out when the headlights of a car flood my street, and something tells me that it’s them.

The car slows to a full stop in front of me before the driver’s door slides open and a man dressed in black––fitted pants and shirt; plus expensive shoes––walks out smelling like exotic spices, musk, and heated nights between the sheets.

“Oh. Look at this,” Mason says, wrapping his arms around me.

He kisses the top of my hair and takes me in with genuine excitement.

“You’re gonna kill us tonight,” he murmurs against my ear, sending a shiver through me.

Looking down, he notices my hard nipples straining against my dress.

His eyes move over my legs before his hand rests on the small of my back, getting a feel of the warm skin underneath.

His heat drapes over me when he touches the waistband of my panties.

He lowers his mouth to me again and whispers a few words.

“You know your panties will end up in his pocket tonight.”

I laugh.

He gives me a grin.

“Get in now,” he says. “He wants to say hi.”

I tuck myself in the back seat, Carter’s eyes following me.

He wears a white shirt and dark blue jeans, his eyes glinting with pleasure at the sight of me.

Moving his gaze over my legs, he nods appreciatively.

“I love your dress,” he says, pushing out of his seat to reach me and kiss my lips.

He slips his hand down my legs and slowly pushes it between my thighs.

My only reaction is surprise and pleasure.

If tonight starts like this, how will things evolve later?

He touches my soft panties and runs his thumb up and down, making my pussy throb.

“You missed us?” he asks quietly, watching my cheeks get flushed.

I nod.

“Good. We missed you, too.”

He gives me a soft smile that sends tremors down my spine as lustful promises twinkle in his eyes.

Smiling, I lean back and look away, still aware of his stare on my face.

Eventually, he turns his eyes away from me and speaks with Mason.

“She looks great,” he murmurs as if I’m not in the car with them, hearing everything they say.

Mason doesn’t comment, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror.

“You’re good back there?” he asks.

I nod, grappling with a blush.

Warmth softens his eyes as if he smiles.

They continue their conversation while I shift my focus to the view.

The window is down when a gust of wind sweeps in and rolls down my legs before lifting my skirt.

Distracted, I press my hand to keep my skirt in place, my mind adrift, memories flashing in front of my eyes.

Not long ago, I swore off men. Had nothing against them. They just didn’t work for me. And I didn’t even think about sex.

Sex was always an afterthought with them, and now it’s what we are obsessed with.

We.Mason, Carter, and I.

I smile again at my naughty thoughts when I realize Carter has moved his eyes to me and is now studying me in silence.

He speaks as I meet his eyes.

“We’re almost there,” he says.

I bet that’s not what he was thinking about.

His eyes drift slowly from my eyes to my lips, my dress, and my legs.

He can’t help himself and shifts in his seat again and slides his hand to me.

He asks me to come closer, and I pivot in my seat so he can reach me.

His hand moves up my skirt, his knuckles gently stroking my skin.

“Mason said you hadn’t had a man in a while,” he murmurs, his eyes trained on me, his fingers trailing the delicate edge of my underwear.

Before long, he runs his thumb up my slit through the soft fabric again, rubbing my clit through my panties.

A wave of heat breaks across my skin as soft pulsations spin in my core.

His eyes don’t leave mine as he slides his fingers inside my underwear and does the same thing, only now straight on my flesh.

Not only does he move his thumb between my folds, but he also uses his middle finger to press against my entrance.

Anticipation spins in my chest.

“You like it?” he murmurs, a lustful grin on his lips, his fiery eyes sliding to my mouth, his free hand adjusting his erection.

I nod softly before pulling to the edge of my seat and meeting his touch better.

I drape an arm over the back of his seat, the other sliding around his neck.

In perfect sync with me, he brings his mouth to mine and breathes hotly over my lips while stroking my pussy, then slides his tongue into my mouth.

“Mmm…” he murmurs, stroking me slowly while rolling his lips with mine. “Fuck, woman,” he says, hoarse against my mouth. “I want to fuck you so badly,” he says before claiming my mouth again and kissing me while finger fucking me, our favorite pastime these days.

Legs open, I can’t get enough of the heat he puts in my body.

I never thought we’d get to sex so fast this evening.

He strokes me firmly, his middle finger moving through a pool of wetness, our mouths catching fire.

Before long, moans creep up my chest, and my pleasure scales up.

I don’t know how much longer we can keep doing it like that, but his free hand slides to my face. He cups my cheek while thrusting his finger a little faster.

My center throbs, my moans getting louder.

Mason curses under his breath, his words followed by faint laughter. We keep doing it, lips burning, pussy clenching, his breath hotter than the sun.

Tension soars through me, and my arm locks around his muscular neck, clueing him in on how close I am and giving him the green light to ravage me.

Crying moans rip through the air, making the man in the driving seat slow down the car and look at me as I indulge in a perfect orgasm. Eyes heavy, chest heaving, sweat making my dress damp against my skin.

A sweet aroma of sex and perfume drifts through the air while my thighs squeeze Carter’s hand.

His strokes become slower and more gentle before he takes his hand away and lets out a long sigh.

“I could blast my load right now,” he says, slowly moving in his seat, reclaiming his original position, and trying not to mess with the tension lodged in his groin.

Laughing, I fall back and meet Mason’s eyes in the rearview mirror.

They brim with a smile and the promise of a long night.