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The wetness in her panties was also a source of great discomfort for her. They knew because they had been listening to her conversation with her business partner, Miriam Haddock. They were fucking Navy SEALs; eavesdropping on the woman they wanted to share for the rest of their lives was child's play.
But she thought sex was messy. She had no idea how utterly thoroughly they were going to change her mind about it when they started with her.
The image of her drenched with cum, hers and theirs, stirred his darkest desires. And he knew the same could be said for Darien and Austin as well.
They were highly in sync, perfectly coordinated in their thinking. Emerson was the serious one, the one who asked questions later. Darien could charm even an assassin with his gun pointed at his head to disarm himself. Austin’s techniques to get information from people were legendary.
But fuck, they had waited years to touch her this way. Literal fucking years. And it had been agony.
Adrienne Palmer.
From the first moment they saw her three years ago, they knew she belonged to them. It was just a matter of time. They also knew she would have a hard time accepting their ownership of her because they were younger than her by just a little more than ten years.
They couldn’t give a fuck about her age. She was the most beautiful woman on the planet.
The sight of her made them lose control, and given they were U.S. Navy SEALs and worked highly volatile elite operations, with their lives on the line with every breath they took, their control was all they had. But, she smashed it to smithereens and didn’t even know it.
She was the kind of woman who followed the rules meticulously. Her principles were untouchable, but they would bulldoze their way into her life and leave her no choice but to accept them as her men.
Her possessive protectors.
Only their names were going to fall from her lips.
For the rest of her life.
It was very rare that he and his navy brothers, Darien Price and Austin Brown, had the same reaction to the same woman all at once. It had staggered them so profoundly that it took them days to accept how it was possible that she was the last part of their lives that aligned them together forever.
They hadn’t known it at the time, but they had all three been adopted by the same couple. The only father figure they had known had been a U.S. Navy SEAL, and their mother, before she became an American citizen, was the daughter of an English aristocrat. To everyone else, they were an average American family.
At the time they had been adopted, Emerson had just turned two, while Darien and Austin were a year old. They had only found out they were adopted when they turned eighteen, and the woman who had loved them and raised them told them who they were. She thanked them for letting them be hers for the last eighteen years, but it was time to take their mother’s names as their own.
It didn’t even faze them that they weren’t real brothers because their bond went beyond that of a blood relative. They found their real mothers and reunited with them, taking their names as their own to honor their adopted mothers' wishes.
And then they’d joined the military and became SEALs to honor their adopted father. They became known for their skill, their prowess, and their ability to not so much as twitch when a bullet zipped past them.
No one knew they existed. Their missions were top-secret and deadly. They played with their lives every single day, and it surprised them when they came out of it intact.
Three years ago, they had seen her, Adrienne Palmer, just for a glimpse, but she had stayed etched in their minds, glowing like a beacon. That same day, they were called on a mission that would cost them three years of their lives and plenty of new scars.
It was also one they were contracted to complete with no way out. Going deep undercover in the most violent places in the world—Venezuela, Mexico, Peru, and Africa—only their wits and skills and having each other’s backs ensured they survived.
It was their last contracted mission to the US government, and retirement never looked this good or felt this fucking hot in their arms.
Adrienne Palmer.
Fuck.
Having her writhe against their bodies as they took turns to possess the nectar from her mouth was killing them. It had been three long years since they’d had a woman—the exact amount of time that had passed since seeing her—but no one else had hardened their cocks the way she had after one brief glimpse.
They certainly didn’t expect her to bid on them at the auction. She surprised the fuck out of them, and her bold move made them harder for her. She also cut their work in half for them because nothing was going to stop them from having her now.
Nothing at all.
Although, at the back of all three of their minds was the fact that they had to tread lightly and carefully. Their first priority was keeping her safe. Their second was making sure she understood there was nothing in the world they wouldn’t do to own her.
She belonged to them.
If they had to spend the rest of their lives making her see that, then that’s what they would do. Endurance was their middle name, after all.
