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  “Mine.” He squeezed her jaw, just enough to make her gasp, her lips parting. He grinned. “And I want your mouth on my cock.”

  Like the greedy sex slut she secretly was, she pushed up on her knees, rising up enough to circle Hunter’s erection with her hand and then cover it with her mouth. He jerked against her tongue and she swallowed him deeper, eager for his unique scent to fill her senses and brand her from the inside out. His.

  Twisting her hand as she stroked up and down, she set an easy pace. This was just the appetizer. She still wasn’t quite sure how the whole sharing thing would go down, but—

  Oh.

  There were hands on her hips. Her bare ass. Her thighs. And they weren’t Hunter’s.

  When she faltered, he wove his fingers into her hair and urged her down again. “That’s it. Swallow all of me. Jesus, your tongue, Serena. Fuck yeah.”

  She blinked up at him, but his eyes were shut. Had he closed them so he didn’t have to see Quinn behind her? But then he spoke again, and made her throb. “Is she wet, Quinn?” His voice rasped with desire. “She gets so slippery, it’s all I can do to keep from jizzing in my pants when I touch her at first.”

  “I was waiting for permission,” Quinn said, his voice still lazy, but now that he was right there, right behind her, it had a sexy edge to it. A slice of dirty boy that promised he knew exactly how sharing went.

  “You have it, man. You know the rules. Make her come.”

  Quinn’s touch was different than Hunter’s. More practiced, less urgent. Because he doesn’t love you. That eased the worry in her heart. What she had with Hunter couldn’t be touched by this, because this was just sex. Dirty, awesome sex. Their connection was on another level, and it cocooned this sex, it made this moment hotter, but mostly still for Hunter and Serena.

  Quinn was doing them a favor.

  Although when he opened his jeans behind her and his erection landed heavily on her ass, she reconsidered that maybe it was a mutual favor.

  Dirty sex for all.

  Especially Hunter.

  She swallowed him deeper, moaning around him as he bucked his hips and found the sweet spot in her throat that felt incredible—for him. Her eyes were watering and she was trying to figure out the right rhythm for breathing.

  But then Quinn’s touch was on her again, his fingers finding her clit, her entrance, and playing both in a lazy pattern that got her endorphins running again, and suddenly the orchestration didn’t matter.

  They’d take care of that. She just had to breathe.

  * * *

  Hunter couldn’t get over how hot it was to have Serena stretched out on all fours between him and Quinn. His friend was turned on, sure, but he was respecting the rules Hunter had laid out. It didn’t take long for Serena to start writhing on Quinn’s hand, and Hunter realized that as she got closer to climax, her throat relaxed.

  Holy fuck.

  Threesomes for the win.

  He chased his own release as her vocalizations devolved into a gorgeous melody of muffled cries, and as soon as he’d jetted his come down her throat, he leaned over and pulled her into his lap.

  She cried out as he fit his sensitive cock in the space between his belly and her back, then pressed her down, urging her to relax against him. He spread her legs and nodded to Quinn.

  “Again.”

  His friend grinned, as he should. Licking Serena was a fucking gift.

  It was a bit weird to see Quinn’s head bobbing between their legs, but holding Serena as she built to a second orgasm was perfect. Hunter stroked her skin, cupping her breasts and slowly rolling her nipples between his fingers as she shamelessly rocked against Quinn’s face.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, then sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

  When she cried out and wrapped her legs around Quinn’s head, Hunter kissed down her neck, biting her shoulder. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  And he knew what he wanted next.

  “Quinn.” His voice was hoarse with desire and he didn’t care. He was shameless, too. “We need two condoms, man. And lube.”

  His friend pulled everything they needed out of his pocket. When Hunter raised one eyebrow, Quinn just laughed. “What? I’m an optimist.”

  “Clearly.”

  Serena groaned and twisted onto her side. “This is your version of the forced orgasm machine, isn’t it? Two Navy SEALs?”

  “Sorry, beautiful.”

  She shuddered. “Again?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Okay.” She smiled weakly up at him, and for that second, Quinn wasn’t in the room. It was just the two of them and his heart was fucking full.

  He pressed his lips against hers, delving deep with his tongue. Tasting and giving, loving and needing. She returned it all, scrambling up on her knees to straddle him as they kissed.

  Her wet heat surrounded him before he could think about what they should do next. So much for him giving her orders, but that wasn’t really his bag anyway.

  This was exactly right—her riding him with abandon, the endless kiss.

  Her third orgasm gripping him like a velvet fist.

  He didn’t follow her this time.

  He had a different plan.

  “Again,” he said, this time with a wicked grin.

  “Seriously?”

  “I love you so much.”

  That did it. “Oh boy.” She nodded. “How do you want me?”

  Hunter wasn’t quite sure. He glanced past her to Quinn, who’d watched their furious coupling like that was a totally normal thing to just stand there and watch.

  Maybe for him it was.

  “How are we doing this?” Hunter asked.

  Quinn glanced at Serena’s ass. “Who’s…”

  “I’m taking her ass.”

  Serena shuddered in his arms. He tightened his grip. Mine.

  “Sounds good.” Quinn dropped to his knees and handed over a condom and a packet of lube. “Get her on you first. Facing me.”

  Serena knew what to do here as well, rocking forward so she braced her hands on his knees, then lowered back onto his cock after he quickly lubed her up.

  Hunter had never felt anything like it. Hot, tight, intense. He saw white spots at the corners of his eyes. “So good. Oh Jesus, Serena, your ass is incredible.”

  She breathed his name as she lay back against his chest, and he turned her head so they could kiss.

  “This is incredible.”

  She grinned at him. “Wait for what comes next.”

  Hunter had liked fucking Serena with the plug inside her. That extra rub had felt good.

  Quinn slowly fitting his sheathed cock inside her pussy?

  Hunter could only imagine how it felt for her to be full to bursting like that, but even for him it was mind-blowing. For a guy who’d never, ever been turned on by another man, the feeling of a cock sliding into Serena, against his own cock, separate by a thin bit of her body…he got it now.

  This was an out of body experience.

  “Gonna come,” he muttered. “Holy shit, I’m gonna…”

  “Breathe,” she whispered. “And move.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Never could,” she said softly.

  Quinn was the first one to move. As he pulled out, Hunter pressed in a bit further, then they reversed their positions, and he didn’t come, he didn’t let himself, because it was sublime and even as his balls drew tight and begged to explode, he needed to keep feeling this.

  Between them, Serena moaned. Her eyelids dropped shut and her lips parted, panting hard as they pushed her relentlessly toward orgasm number four.

  Quinn was the first to groan that he was there, then Serena threw her arms back around Hunter’s neck, holding on tight as she arched into her release. Only then did he let himself get taken over the edge as her core clenched around him, as Quinn pulled out, giving Hunter that extra bit of room to bury himself deep inside her and explode.

  The after
math was quiet.

  Quinn moved into the bathroom and cleaned up, then started filling the tub. He returned to the living room and Hunter and Serena hadn’t moved far. They watched as he righted his clothes, then Hunter held out his hand. When Quinn took it, Hunter pulled him in for a bro-hug, post-threesome style, and kissed the man on the cheek, because fuck. “That was awesome,” he rumbled.

  Quinn winked. “Can I kiss the lady goodbye?”

  “Definitely.”

  Quinn brushed his lips against Serena’s. She cupped his cheek and whispered her thanks. He nodded and headed for the door.

  “Quinn?” Serena called out, yawning.

  “Yeah?”

  “Breakfast buffet tomorrow?”

  “Sure thing.” With a wave, he was gone.

  Hunter carried Serena into the bathroom and together they sank into the oversized tub. He washed her hair, then she drifted to the other end and they slid their legs together, her feet rubbing against his belly, his tucked under her bottom.

  “So that was okay?” She asked with another yawn.

  He laughed. “Didn’t you hear me tell Quinn that was incredible?”

  She gave him a lazy, satisfied smile. “It always is, isn’t it?”

  “With you and me? Absolutely, beautiful.”

  Epilogue

  almost a year later

  Hunter rocked his body around Serena’s slighter frame, wanting to touch her everywhere. The nightclub lights flashed and flickered in a random, disorienting pattern that didn’t match the heavy bass being spun by the DJ at all.

  It was chaotic, messy, and totally freeing. It had been a crazy year, with him out of the country a few times on extended missions and Serena’s art being more and more in demand. This was their first break in months and they’d come back to Vegas for their one year dating anniversary. Ten months after their last visit.

  Ten months since their first and only threesome.

  It made Hunter think about whether he’d be willing to share Serena again like that. Maybe at some point. She’d taken him to a sex club Quinn had recommended in Los Angeles for his birthday, and that had been incredible.

  They’d screwed like bunnies that night when they got back to their hotel room.

  Much the same way they’d celebrated this morning in the shower.

  “Happy anniversary, beautiful,” he said in her ear. “What do you want for Christmas this year?”

  She whirled in his arms, a naughty look on her face. His cock thickened. Yeah, he’d share her. If she wanted it. He’d give her anything she desired, he was sure of that now. Her fingers tangled with his as she bounced to the beat, her hips not-so-accidentally sliding against his. Her eyes were shining.

  His heart raced. Now was as good a time as any.

  Once again they were sliding down a rabbit hole, but the first time had worked out.

  “I’m not sure yet,” she yelled over the music. “I’ve got an idea, but it might be kind of crazy!”

  He hauled her back against him. “I like crazy.”

  She threw her arms around his neck and leapt up his body, winding her legs around his waist. Tonight she was wearing shorts, not a skirt, so she wasn’t flashing anyone.

  He spun her around as she cupped his face, pressing her lips softly against his. And her next words were so quiet, he almost didn’t hear them.

  “What was that?” His heart hammered in his chest as he stopped turning.

  She gazed down at him, her face glistening, her smile wide. “Marry me.”

  But that was his line. He threw his head back and laughed. “Seriously?”

  She shrieked as he tossed her over his shoulder and headed for the exit. The bouncer stopped them to make sure that Serena was being carried out of the club willingly, a question that only made his girlfriend double over in laughter when Hunter set her down.

  “Yes, I’m fine, thank you,” she said between giggles, wiping her eyes. “It’s just that I proposed to my boyfriend here and instead of saying yes, he decided to go all caveman and carry me off.”

  The bouncer gave her a broad grin. “Well, honey, if he doesn’t say yes, I certainly would.”

  Hunter growled and picked Serena up again. “Oh, I’m going to say yes.”

  She wiggled against his shoulder. “You are?”

  “Again I ask…seriously?”

  “This is a bizarre conversation to be having while you carry me over your shoulder, baby.”

  “This is a bizarre conversation, period.” He set her down once the elevator car arrived. Then he loomed over her, crowding her back against the glass panel that overlooked the lobby. “What part of, the guy does the asking did you forget?”

  She blinked up at him. “You were going to…” Her lips parted into a silent oh.

  “I know you like to march to the beat of your own drum, beautiful, but I had a whole speech planned.”

  Her eyes got wider. “I want that for Christmas! The whole speech!”

  “Too late.” He ducked his head and brushed his mouth against hers. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Serena.”

  “No, wait, I take it back! Speech!”

  He chuckled as the elevator dinged. They’d arrived at their floor. With a slow shake of his head, he backed out into the corridor. “Are you thinking a June wedding? Peonies and lemonade?”

  “Hunter!” She flew at him, but he spun out of her reach and dashed down the hall. She chased him, but it was no good—the man was fast and she was in heels.

  He waited for her at their room, holding the door open. “So that’s a no to lemonade?”

  “I like lemonade. I like proposals even better.”

  “Clearly. You like them so much you make them.”

  “Well, just one.” She stuck her tongue out at him and sauntered past. Speaking of lemonade. So what if she missed out on a romantic speech? She’d asked Hunter to marry him and he’d said yes. That meant they could have naked celebratory time. She turned around, ready to tell him to take his clothes off—and she found him waiting for her, down on one knee.

  “Mine might be a little longer than yours,” he said gruffly.

  Her legs shook as she took the five steps back to him. That was silly. They’d already done this. She’d asked, he’d answered. But it still rocked her to her core that he’d been thinking this over, too. Wanting and planning and hoping.

  He held out his hand and she slid her fingers over his. Taking a deep breath, he found her gaze and held it. “A year ago I headed out for a night of drinking with my new team mates. And instead, I found you. Intensely smart, wickedly funny, sexy and surprising and incredibly kind. Every day since, I find myself looking for you. Sometimes it’s across the kitchen. Other times across an airport terminal. But no matter if we’re alone or in the middle of a crowd of thousands, I always feel an overwhelming sense of relief when I find you. It’s even better when you fold into my arms and I get to hold you without interruption.”

  Her heart was going to burst. She pressed her fingertips to her mouth to keep herself from interrupting him, because he clearly wasn’t done.

  He leaned to the side and snagged the edge of his carryon bag, then fished out a black velvet box from the side pocket.

  She couldn’t keep the gasp in.

  He grinned as he took her hand again. “But that’s not enough to know that life with a SEAL is going to work out. Because we don’t get to do anything without interruption. And over the last year, you’ve shown me time and again that love has nothing to do with where we are or whether or not we can connect on a given day. You’ve shown me that love is constant and flexible and patient. Serena, I want to make a promise to you. I want to show you that I know just how special, just how amazing you are. I want you to be my wife. I want to love you every day for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”

  She nodded slowly, then faster, ignoring the tears streaming down her face. “Yes, yes, yes. A million times yes.”

  He rose fluidly, snapping open the jewelry b
ox. Inside was a diamond solitaire. A traditional ring from a traditional man. She loved it. “Wow.”

  He slid the ring onto her left hand, then pulled her into his arms. His mouth crashed into hers, and they tumbled onto the bed. Breathless, she climbed on top of him and paused for a second to admire the sparkling stone. “Okay. That was a pretty amazing proposal.”

  “I liked yours, too,” he said, squeezing her hips.

  She blushed. “I couldn’t help myself.”

  “Good. Never try to contain yourself, Serena. I love every last impulsive inch of you.”

  “Excellent,” she purred, reaching for his belt. “Because I have an idea…”

  Quinn gets a book, too! The first part of his story is currently available in the Romancing the Alpha 2 boxed set (if you are reading this around the release of Fall Dirty), and will continue in early 2017. In the meantime, if you liked this dirty turn to the SEALs Undone series, you might like my erotic romance alter-ego, Ainsley Booth.

  Turn the page to read an excerpt from Booty Call, a Navy SEAL turned bodyguard story.

  SEALS UNDONE

  Fall Out

  Fall Hard

  Fall Away

  Fall Deep

  Fall Fast

  Fall Back

  Fall Dark

  Fall Dirty

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  FEBRUARY

  Alison

  Happy birthday to me.

  I’m supposed to be having an epic shop-a-thon with my sister in SoHo, but now we're stuck at the Apple store because Hailey needs someone to fix her phone. Her fiancé Cole will have a fit if she’s off the grid.

  God forbid. It’s not like she isn’t being shadowed everywhere by her bodyguard—big, brooding Scott Mayfair, of the dark, dirty looks and annoyingly consistent hands-off-Alison attitude—for our “girls weekend”. But her phone stopped working at lunch, so now Hailey’s waiting for a so-called genius to help her fix it.