“Dex!” Maddey startles, a Blow Pop hitting dead center of my forehead at the same time she shouts my name. I’ll need to remember to commend her on her aim—and thank her for not having her taser—when I’m not in the throes of wanting to murder the man finger-fucking her.
“Don’t stop. I’m so close.” A breathy voice moans…a voice not belonging to Maddey because she is still currently gaping at me like a fish.
SMACK!
Right after his skin comes in contact with the swell of my ass, he moves his hand around to put pressure on my clit.
“Oh, shit!”
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you lose control.”
Wait…what?
Wrangling my raging libido and jealousy, I finally take in the rest of the room: there’s no one else except Maddey and Trident.
And that’s what I do. My body shakes as the orgasm rips through me. I’m pretty sure I black out at one point. I am still coming down from my high that I don’t even realize Zach has stripped out of his pants and retrieved a condom from the nightstand until I feel him thrust deep inside me.
“Fuck, Hails, you feel so good. I love being deep inside you.”
Holy shit, she’s listening to an audiobook.
And is he ever. Oh my god! Only a few strong thrusts and I feel another orgasm coming on. Oh shit!
“Harder, baby, harder.”
My wish is his command. The grip he has on my hips is almost painful as he plunges deeper and harder into me.
“Mine,” he growls over and over, and he’s right—at this moment, I am his.
A hot-as-fuck audiobook.
As the hero in the book lets out a pleasure-filled curse, Maddey blinks out of her own shocked stupor and cuts off all sound with the push of a button.
“Dex? What’s wrong?”
I don’t say anything, still trying to comprehend what I just heard.
Fuck a duck. Is that how Maddey likes it in bed? Would she want me to grab her and plunge into her from behind like the heroine in the book?
Lord knows I’ve pictured that particular scenario more times than I can count through the years.
My heart is pounding against my chest likes it’s trying to imitate Tarzan from inside my body, and I’m hard. Like, my dick could serve as an aircraft carrier if an F-18 needed somewhere to land hard.
Still I stand there without saying a word. Sticky lollipop residue smeared across my forehead, pulse pounding, nostrils flaring, hard behind my zipper, seeing Maddey bent over the desk and not sitting behind it like she is now.
BANG!
The hot pink chair crashes into the wall behind it from her jumping out of it before rounding the end of her desk to close the distance between us. “Did…” She swallows. “Did something else…” Her eyes dart around the room in a panic. “Get delivered?”
I hate, hate how scared she sounds. The hesitancy, the doubt, the fear—each is like taking an AK round to the flak jacket.
Thinking she was in here fucking some random, my adrenaline is all jacked up like I just completed a HALO jump. It’s messing with my instincts in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I clench and unclench my hands, shaking them out to dispel the tension coursing through me. I need to punch something, preferably someone in the face—repeatedly.
I wasn’t thinking when I barreled in the room like the door-kicker I am.
No…wait.
That’s a lie.
I was thinking—murderous thoughts about the person I assumed thought they had the right to put their hands on what is mine. And, yes, before you say anything, I know, I know Maddey isn’t mine and I have no claim on her.
But you know fucking what?
The heart isn’t always known for its rational thinking.
Sorry not sorry.
“Dex?”
Those pale, pale eyes blink up at me, the flare at where they slant up at the edges screaming for someone to keep her safe.
“De—” She chokes out a sob, her hands coming up and clutching my shirt at the center of my chest.
Coconut hits me full force as the heat from her body presses into me.
Trident lets out a whimper, his weight settling itself on my foot as he leans against both our legs. For a civilian canine, he is more cognizant of the emotions in a room than some humans.
Maddey’s uncharacteristic display of vulnerability breaks the last of my resolve. I reach out, cupping her face in my hands, tunneling my fingers into her hair and causing the pen securing her bun to come loose, the silky curls brushing against my forearms as they tumble around her.
“No.” I pause to clear my throat of the lust and rage blocking it. “Nothing came. I haven’t even checked to see if you have mail.”
My thumbs caress the jut of her cheekbones, her lashes fluttering closed as if my touch alone is enough to soothe away all her worries. The complete and utter faith she has in me is a heady thing to experience.
“Then what the hell had you charging in here like you’re Rambo?”
There’s that sass I adore.
“Rambo was a Green Beret, babe.”
She rolls her eyes, ignoring the endearment that slipped out.
“God, I forgot how butthurt you all get when we get your branch of the military wrong.”
“Well…when you’re the best, you want to make sure it’s recognized.”
“Who’s to say SEALs are the best?” She arches one of her blonde brows.
“You did.”
She rears back, gasping in mock shock, placing a hand over her heart as if offended, her jaw dropping for effect. Her playful side is one of my favorites, and I focus on that and not how tempting her mouth looks forming a small O.
Or how badly I want to bring my hand forward and slip my thumb inside the space, telling her to suck before pushing her to her knees to do the same to my cock.
Instructing her to keep those ethereal eyes on me while I feed her every inch of me, keeping my hands buried in her curls like they are now to guide her up and down my length…
Fuck me.
Thank god she shifted back to be dramatic; if she hadn’t, she would be able to feel exactly where my thoughts have wandered off to.
Focus, Stone. This is no time to ring out.
I didn’t come close to ringing the bell during BUD/S and quitting; I’m not going to let wayward thoughts of fucking my best friends’ little sister break me now.
What were we talking about?
Oh yeah—how I know Maddey is a true Navy brat.
“You’re trying to tell me a person who names their dog Trident isn’t a frog hog at heart?”
This time her gasp is genuine, the blue in her eyes blazing as they throw grenades at me.
“Refer to me as a SEAL slut again and my taser will be the least of your balls’ problem.” Said balls tingle, perking up at her spunk, not heeding the threat she lobbed at them at all. “And I named him after Ariel’s dad.” She pats Trident on the head while he watches as if he understands what we are talking about.
“Ariel’s dad is King Triton, not Trident, but nice try, Tink.”
She emits the cutest fucking growl known to man and pinches my pec. Pushing her buttons is one of my favorite pastimes.
“Damn you and your Disney knowledge.”
I keep my hips rolled back as she shifts back into my space. Bantering with her has me ready to wave my pirate flag.