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“I’m clean.” He hadn’t had unprotected sex since Miami, and the regular physicals required by the Prairie Winds Club ensured all members were disease-free. While the club focused on sexual health, their Special Forces physicals had been cardio and muscular wellness.
Dropping his gaze to her bare pussy, Essex’s entire body went on alert. Pressing the tip of his cock against her opening, he moaned when her heat ignited his own.
“It fits. It’s tight. You and Giles are big guys.” She sucked in a deep breath as Essex smoothed his palms up and down her tan thighs giving her time to gather her thoughts. He’d wanted to savor the moment, but it looked like her needs were going to move things along. “I love the burn when my tissues stretch around you. The feeling is a total turn-on.”
Her words broke through the haze of rampant lust clouding his brain, short-circuiting his usual control. Rocking his hips forward, Essex thrust himself balls deep and fought the urge to fuck her until neither of them remembered their own name. In the back of his mind, Essex heard her gasp of surprise.
“The walls of your pussy are so fucking hot, baby. Hell, you’re burning me alive.” Essex hadn’t realized he’d tilted his head back until he opened his eyes to a view of the low ceiling. Lowering his gaze, he wasn’t surprised to see Giles rubbing the tip of his cock over her lips, painting them with pre-cum.
“Let me slide between those sweet lips. Damn, your mouth is every bit as hot as Essex described your pussy.” Miami’s eyes might have only been half-open, but he could see the dazed look in their violet depths. The look was every Dom’s dream. Seeing the drowning-in-desire expression meant they were doing their job. Meeting the needs of the submissive in their care was always a Dom’s first responsibility. One of the hardest things for many submissives was surrendering themselves into a Dominant’s care and trusting them to prioritize needs over wants.
Essex withdrew until only the head of his cock was buried in Miami’s heat as Giles pushed between her lips. The pained look on his friend’s face would be comedic if Essex didn’t suspect he was sporting a similar look. Memories of how explosive the three of them had been the first time moved through his mind before rocketing directly to his cock. The need to come inside her was so strong, Essex slowed the pace of his thrusts in an effort to regain control. She’d already had one orgasm, but he knew from previous experience, she was capable of more.
Leaning forward to slip his arms under her knees, Essex grinned when the change in angle elicited a moan. The sound must have vibrated its way up Giles’s cock because the other man’s head dropped back.
“Fuck me, you almost sent me over, sweet girl. Come as soon as you can. I promise I’ll be right there with you. Be a sweet sub and take everything I give you.”
Giles no sooner finished speaking than Essex felt Miami’s vaginal walls quiver in anticipation.
“Now, baby. Come for us.” Essex hadn’t finished the command when she went liquid around him. Thrusting deep, his mind blocked out everything but the pleasure as he let his body take over. Lightning raced from his balls up his spine, starting a fire in his brain before streaking back down to launch the most powerful release of his life. Locking his knees to keep them from folding out from under him, Essex sucked in deep breaths trying to regain his senses. “Fuck me. My damned fingers are tingling, and I think you scrambled my brain.”
Blinking his eyes in an effort to focus on Miami, Essex was relieved to see Giles had recovered enough to begin aftercare. Making certain Miami knew how perfect the three of them were together while her mindandheart were open was critical. As a natural submissive, Miami was most vulnerable in the critical time after a scene. The raw emotion would be a powerful force in their favor if they were wise enough to use it appropriately.
*
Giles was gratefulhe’d been kneeling on the bed beside Miami’s head. There was no way his legs would have supported his weight after the mind-blowing oral she’d given him. Hell, he’d barely kept himself from melting off the damned bed. Recovering before Essex, Giles used the pad of his thumb to swipe the remaining drop of his seed from her swollen lips. When he would have wiped it on a tissue he’d grabbed from the nightstand, the little imp grasped his wrist and pulled him close enough that she was able to lick the pad clean. The simple gesture was as hot as it was symbolic. He’d warned her not to leave anything behind, and she’d been careful to take every drop he’d given her.
Smiling when he saw how destroyed Essex was by the mind-blowing sex they’d had with Miami, Giles wished they could spend the rest of the day cuddling with Miami. The intimate time would go a long way to deepen their connection, but he could have set his watch by the phone call he’d received from Kyle West. At the exact time they’d agreed on, his phone dinged, letting them know Lilly and Sage were entering the dock’s parking area.
They’d been forced to dress quickly, but he and Essex were outside on the deck when they saw the duo start down the planked dock. Giles struggled to suppress his laugh when he saw the flamboyant pair. He knew their cover was owner and assistant in a local boutique specializing in vintage clothing. He’d expected them to be dressed appropriately, but he’d underestimated Lilly’s penchant for role-playing. Laughing at his own naivety, Giles realized he should have expected a former model would relish the opportunity to dress up.
“Damn, I’ll bet they glow in the dark. And how the hell does she walk in those shoes? The soles must be three-quarters of an inch thick.”
“They’re platform shoes, and I’m sure they are a lot easier for her than the damned stilettos women wear now.”
Giles grinned down at the woman standing between them. She was athletic, and he’d never seen her in anything but casual shoes. He’d be surprised if she owned a pair of high heels.
“I’m no expert on vintage clothing, but they look like they’re dressed to perform in a play or a movie.” Giggling, Miami shook her head. “It reminds me of some of the crazy costumes my mom wore on stage. You wouldn’t believe some of the ensembles I found in her closets.”
Word of her mother’s death reached Essex and Giles months after the fact. When they’d tried to persuade her friends to contact her on their behalf, they’d been ignored until pushing for a response. Pushing hadn’t helped. Thenothey’d gotten had been as resounding as a door slammed in their faces. They’d agreed using their professional resources was outside what either of them considered ethical. If she was a suspect or the target of an investigation, they’d use everything at their disposal, but that wasn’t the case.
They’d met Miami in her namesake city when she’d been enjoying a rare night out on the town while visiting her famous mother. Watching as she danced without a partner in utter abandon, they’d assumed she was simply letting off steam. Giles and Essex had friends who swore having parents who were public figures wasn’t as glamorous as people believed. Something about Miami drew them, and for the first time, they’d believed they’d finally found a woman they could share forever.
“Sonny!Look at you. You look so rested and tan. Come here and give your mama a big hug.” Lilly was speaking louder than necessary, playing to the small clusters of fishermen and tourists crowding the dock. The performance looked to be a resounding success since everyone was laser-focused on the outlandishly dressed pair.
“Lilly looks like she’s having the time of her life.”
Miami’s comment brought him back to the moment, and Giles couldn’t hold back his chuckle. He couldn’t hear what Lilly was saying to Sage, but the former SEAL was clearly having trouble keeping in character. Essex stepped forward so he’d be ready to help her aboard.
“The next time you kidnap your girlfriend from work, you really should pack a bag for her.” Raising both arms over her head, waving the shopping bags she was carrying, Lilly laughed. “Although I’m happy to make a personal delivery… for a price.”
“I’m guessing it would have saved you a lot of money to pack a bag. You know your mother has a tendency to assume more is always better.”
Sage was barely recognizable. The ridiculously large mustache and shaggy black hair reminded Giles of Burt Reynolds, no doubt it was the look Lilly had been going for. Laughing to himself, Giles knew this one was going to come back and bite Sage in the ass for years to come.
“Did you draw the short straw?” Gile’s question was met with a death glare from Sage as Lilly hugged Essex. She covered his cheeks with kisses, turning them a brilliant red matching her outrageously bright lipstick.
“Don’t start. I swear to all things holy, I’m going to kick my brother’s ass. He convinced Kyle I was perfect for this role because I took a drama class in high school.” When the group moved inside the boat’s cabin, Sage tossed the bags he’d been carrying onto a large sectional. “I was a freshman and had the hots for an older girl who got the lead in the play. It was a parody of the children’s story, The Emperor’s New Clothes. I had to wear green tights. You’d think that was enough humiliation, but no, I have to dress up as goddamned Burt Reynolds, and my damned brother has the audacity to use the code name, Smoky, in our radio communication. I swear he thinks he’s a flippin’ comedian.”
Giles tried to maintain a measure of decorum but failed miserably. His laughter earned him another glare, but he didn’t care. He was tempted to take Sage’s picture but didn’t want to risk being tossed overboard by a Burt Reynolds imposter.
