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  And me them…

  I closed my eyes as I slipped the first finger inside. The pressure was delicious. It felt warm and silky and oh so totally hot.

  BZZZZZ!

  My phone buzzed. Annoyed, I kicked it away with one heel and spread my legs again…

  BZZZZZ! BZZZZZ!

  Sighing, I reached out to silence the intrusion. It would take only a second to turn it off. A second to get back to—

  There was as message on the screen, from a number I didn’t know. It took me only a second to realize who it was:

  KYLE.

  I bolted upright. My heart skipped as I pressed the button that would call up his message.

  Happy 24-hour anniversary

  of our almost-date!

  It was bitingly hilarious. In a cute way, though.

  My pussy throbbed, begging me to continue. I considered pushing the phone away for now, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to concentrate. Not until I’d answered.

  Awww, how sweet. A regular romantic.

  He typed again quickly, the little bubble blinking a message of response until:

  Ready to come to the dark side yet?

  I laughed. If this was his way of persuading me, it needed a little work.

  Dark side? Is that what we’re calling it?

  The whole idea was a lot of things to me. Dark wasn’t one of them.

  You can call it whatever you want, as long as you

  check your window. I’m out front.

  I dropped the phone. A chill ran through me.

  Really?

  I approached the curtains and slowly pulled them back. Sure enough, down in the street, a large rectangular vehicle stood idling in the parking lot.

  Holy shit…

  The phone rang, startling me nearly out of my skin! I picked it up on the third or fourth ring and pressed it to my ear.

  “About time,” said Kyle. “Where do I park this thing?”

  “Is… is that a Hummer?”

  “Sure is. Not mine though. It’s Uncle Sam’s.” I heard Kyle grunt as he turned the wheel, then whipped into a parking spot. “One of the benefits of knowing someone in the motor pool.”

  “You can’t park there,” I said, watching him. “You’re taking up two spots. Plus these spots are numbered, for members of the apartment complex. You’re gonna get towed.”

  My sexy soldier only laughed. “Sure I am.”

  He got out, looked up, and made a motion for me to open my window. Since he was no longer on the phone, I obliged.

  “Hello gorgeous,” he smiled.

  “Uh… hi.”

  From the second floor his broad shoulders looked gigantic, his handsome face framed by soft, sandy-colored hair. The wind picked up, sending a chill through my bedroom. But his smile, even from down there, was bright and warm.

  “You gonna let me up?” asked Kyle. “Or do I have to get a Boombox and serenade you first?”

  Six

  SAMMARA

  I let him in. I didn’t even change. It didn’t seem necessary; for some reason there was a level of intimacy between us that was inexplicable. It didn’t require anything other than the long T-shirt I already had on for bed.

  “So…” I started right in. “You found me.”

  Kyle shrugged. “You weren’t exactly hiding, were you?”

  He smelled incredible — all leather and sweat and steel. He made himself uncharacteristically at home in my apartment, kicking off his boots at the door and tossing his leather jacket over the back of my couch as if he owned the place.

  “Look, I’m here for two reasons,” he said. “One, because the guys wanted me to come. Apparently they love you. All three of them.”

  “L—Love me?” I scoffed. “That’s funny. They’ve never even met me!”

  “Yes but they know you,” he said. “Fairly well by now.”

  “From what you’ve told them?”

  Kyle smiled. “That for sure. Plus… other stuff.”

  I didn’t want to know about the other stuff. At least not yet.

  “What’s the other reason you’re here?”

  He stepped into me, and I almost took a step back. It was intimating: his height, his size, his incredible physique. But it was exactly these things that made me feel safe with him too.

  “The other reason is because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  He pressed his lips to mine, and everything else disappeared. My messy apartment, the fact I was half-dressed, even the crazy ad that I’d saved to my phone. All of it was gone in an instant as his mouth closed over mine, causing me to go limp his arms.

  Sammara… wait!

  I didn’t want to wait. I wanted him against me. I wanted him inside me, although I knew such an idea was the very height of stupidity.

  But—

  Instinct won out. My mind soared with the giddy delirium of just letting him kiss me, over and over and over again. So much that I barely noticed it when my feet left the floor.

  “Oh!”

  In one fluid motion he pushed me back on the couch and spread my legs, lifting them over his shoulders. My shirt rode up to my waist. My ass lifted automatically to help him roll my thong down my thighs. He removed it, and threw it unceremoniously over his shoulder.

  “I— I—”

  His gaze caught mine. There was understanding there, and in that instant we said nothing. Everything that needed to be communicated passed between us silently, in the span of a heartbeat.

  Then he leaned forward… and buried his face between my legs.

  OH GOD…

  I gasped loudly, clutching his head as he went down on me. Kyle’s mouth was warm and wet, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin on my inner thighs as he slowly dragged his tongue through the shallows of my pussy…

  “You’re wet,” he murmured into me. “So sopping wet…”

  I responded with a groan, rolling my fingers into his hair. I needed him deeper, and he responded by burying his tongue inside me as far as it would go.

  Holy shit holy shit holy shit…

  I couldn’t believe it was happening. And yet it was, and I was absolutely thrilled. Any last reservations I might’ve had just dropped away, obliterated by the sheer wanton pleasure of having this beautiful man devour me with his perfect mouth.

  He inserted a finger, and I jumped for joy. My pussy had been aching for penetration since the moment I’d neglected it to pick up his phone call.

  “God you taste good,” Kyle whispered sweetly. He glanced up at me for a second, and I found myself looking down. The sight of his handsome, rugged jaw moving against my folds made me even wetter… if such a thing were possible.

  He worked me over, licking and sucking, adding a second finger as I clawed at his head. His tongue was amazing. It fluttered over my clit, even as his fingers began crooking in that familiar ‘come hither’ motion that always ended up at my G-spot.

  “You… you have to fuck me…”

  I was desperate for him. As good as it felt, as quickly as I could feel my orgasm building, I needed him inside me at the moment of ultimate release.

  Kyle pulled back for a moment. His chin was glazed. His smile was bright and beautiful. I smiled back, purring in satisfaction and even dipping my own finger inside myself as he lifted his shirt over his head.

  His bare chest came into view, and I swooned.

  Every curve, every line — all of it was sculpted symmetrically over his sun-bronzed body. Kyle’s stomach was unreal. His abdominals were six or eight pads of stark, rippled muscle that created wave after wave of delicious peaks and valleys. The definition was so sharp, so cut, it led all the way down to his nether-regions in a perfect ‘V’.

  “Please…” I begged, sawing two long fingers in and out of my pussy. I could hear how wet I was down there. “Show me…”

  Smirking, Kyle dropped his boxers and his cock sprang free. It was already hard, long and thick at the base with a smooth, beautiful head. He kept one hand on it, stro
king it up and down a few times while looking right into my eyes.

  Then he shifted forward and positioned himself between my legs.

  YES…

  Reaching down, I helped guide him against my entrance. With the head of his cock pressed against the tender folds of my pussy, I seductively bit my lip.

  “Do it…”

  Kyle clenched his beautiful ass and pushed forward in one long, agonizing stroke. He penetrated me inch by inch, sinking all the way inside until I felt his balls, heavy and full, pressed tightly against my ass.

  “Ohhhhhh fuck…”

  Now it was his turn to moan, his turn to gasp. Kyle’s expression was rapturous, his eyes unfocused and far away. He stayed buried inside me for a few seconds, savoring the moment, before finally pulling back and then driving into me again.

  “Holy shit Sammara…”

  I smiled, and he kissed me. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as he fucked me, slowly and tenderly, for the first two or three dozen strokes.

  Then I felt his body go rigid, and I knew I was in for it.

  “OH!”

  He didn’t just pick up speed, it was an awakening. Kyle’s arms moved with hydraulic strength as they shoved my thighs wide. His fingers dug in as he began pushing and pulling, driving himself harder and faster and yes, deeper into my body with every thrust.

  “Fuck… oh fuck… oh FUCKKKKKK…”

  I couldn’t help it — I was climaxing in a matter of seconds. Between the heat and his beauty and my already unbelievable levels of arousal, nothing could really be done.

  “Ohhhhhh Fuuuuuck…”

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my orgasm washed over me in one giant, euphoric wave. Down below I could feel the spasms; my innermost muscles clenching him tightly as he pounded his beautiful cock in and out of my pussy.

  “Kyle… oh Kyle…”

  I breathed his name. Clawed at his back. Wrapped my legs around him and hooked my ankles to draw him deeper inside me. Through it all, he never missed a beat. Never stopped fucking me until my orgasm had wound all the way out to its glorious finish.

  I looked up him at last, all sweaty and strong. He wore only his dog tags, dangling from a chain on his chest. Swaying back and forth with every stroke.

  “You… you have to…”

  I never finished my sentence. Kyle flipped me with one arm and bent me over the couch. The way he handled me was insanely hot. It was rough but not overwhelming. Strong but not scary.

  He entered me in a single stroke again, and I grunted like a whore. I loved the way he filled me; the way he felt inside me, especially from behind. His hand were on my hips, just as they were yesterday, only this time nothing separated the flesh of our bodies. We were finally whole — man and woman — connected in the most intimate way possible. The way that forever marks you as lovers. The one way you can never take back…

  Kyle screwed me even harder this way, bouncing my smooth round ass off his hard, rippled body. And he was so deep, too! So wonderfully, agonizingly deep…

  Suddenly I felt his hands in my hair, and my head being jerked back. The motion was commanding and powerful and wonderfully abrupt.

  “In you…” he growled.

  It wasn’t a question. It didn’t really require an answer, but—

  “YES…”

  He was leaning over my back, his face fully immersed in my great tangle of hair. His breathing was heavy now. Fast. He was so close…

  “UNGHHHHHHHH!”

  I could feel the heat as he exhaled into my ear. Sense the rush of adrenaline and excitement, even before I felt him go off inside me.

  Kyle pulled me back hard before he exploded, arching my back and tilting my face toward the ceiling. His cock twitched; once, twice… and then suddenly he was flooding me with his seed.

  Oh my God…

  His cock was an engine, thrumming inside of me. Pumping me with jet after jet of white-hot, sticky come. I could feel it splashing against my womb. I could imagine it filling me up… and then realizing that image as Kyle finally pulled out of me, leaving me soaked and overflowing.

  I collapsed forward on the couch, purring like a kitten. Scissoring my legs together, I could feel him seeping out of me no matter what I did.

  “A bit stalker-ish, just showing up like this,” I teased. “No?”

  Kyle laughed, long and loud. “If you think this is stalker-ish? You don’t know the half of it.” He wiped his brow with one big forearm and rested his hands on his hips. “Now where the hell do you keep the towels?”

  Seven

  KYLE

  She was wholly beautiful, inside and out. I knew that now first-hand.

  And thank God.

  It took two or three minutes to clean up, and then we were in her bedroom, sprawled out across her very girlie bed. Sammara’s pretty little head rested absently on my chest, her hair flowing outward in every direction like some crazy blonde octopus.

  “So what do you mean the guys ‘love me’?”

  I could feel my heart beating beneath her, slow and steady, deep in my chest. It had returned to its regular rhythm fairly quickly, thanks to my training.

  “They love you,” I said simply. “The way you look, the way you act…” I went whole hog. No use holding back. “Your interests, your ambition, your successful business, your—”

  “Whoa whoa whoa…” she gasped. “Hang on! My interests?”

  “Yeah, sure. Skiing, hiking, photography… you dabbled in some art classes but those didn’t take.” I looked around. “Or did they? I’m not sure I saw any paintings on the way in, but—”

  “You spied on me?” she cried in dismay.

  “Technically I had my Army-brothers spy on you. But yeah.”

  She looked alarmed. Borderline angry, actually. But I figured I could bring her back.

  “How the hell would you—”

  “Briggs,” I said with a shrug. “He has friends in the NSA. Shit, he used to work for the NSA. Might still, come to think of it…”

  “But—”

  “Look,” I reasoned, “this isn’t something we decided on last minute. A lot of time and thought went into this. A lot of analysis and planning. So yeah, we’re gonna check out and fully vet any potential candidates. Like you. Like Ashley.”

  She looked confused. “Ashley?”

  “The girl I was supposed to meet last night.”

  “Oh.”

  “I have to say I did talk you up a bit,” I told her. “It’s not every day you meet a girl who kisses like that.” I twirled a long lock of her hair. “Not one this beautiful. This amazing.”

  Sammara propped herself up on one elbow. “So they sent you here to flatter me? Maybe win me over?”

  “Yeah, sort of.”

  She swept one hand over her body, like a magician’s assistant. “Test out the merchandise?”

  I laughed and shrugged. “That part was my idea. Call it… unfinished business.”

  Sammara rolled her eyes. Hell, she even looked cute doing that.

  “I’m not gonna lie,” I said. “This kind of thing isn’t for everyone. We all know that. Winning you over is a longshot, especially since you never answered the ad.” I stretched. Yawned. “But if I’m being honest? You were just too perfect not to give it a try.”

  She settled her chin to my stomach, crossing her hands beneath it. “So…” she said again. “They love me?”

  “Yup. Dakota especially. Says you remind him of some really sweet girl back home.”

  “Dakota…”

  “You like all-American country boys?”

  Sammara chuckled. “What girl doesn’t?”

  “Then you’re gonna love Dakota.”

  She rolled over onto her stomach, swinging one leg sexily. The view of her ass in this position was nothing short of incredible.

  “If I were to do this…” she said carefully. “What else am I gonna like?”

  I stiffened with excitement, though I tried not to sho
w it. She was biting now. Nibbling at the hook.

  “All of us for sure,” I said. “And you’ll especially like being pampered. Well taken care of. One or more of us will always be around, so you’ll never be without someone to hang out with, or talk to…”

  Screw it — it was time. I decided to put out the real bait.

  “Oh and you’ll like the house, definitely.”

  Sammara had been tracing lazy circles over my stomach with one fingernail. Suddenly she stopped.

  “The house?”

  I pulled out my phone and tapped PHOTOS before handing it over to her. “Swipe all you want.”

  It was a dirty thing to do. We knew from her dossier she did interior design, and that she had architectural ambitions. And we just happened to be in the middle of renovating this beautiful Victorian mansion.

  Sammara’s eyes shined like blue jewels in the light of my phone. She swiped furiously through pic after pic, absolutely incredulous.

  “You’ve gotta be shitting me,” she swore.

  “Not shitting.”

  She kept on swiping. A small lock of her hair fell into her mouth, making her look especially sensual.

  “And you all live here together? In this?”

  “Yup.”

  “What’s your budget, if you don’t mind me asking? You know… to finish all these rooms and—”

  “There is no budget,” I said simply. “The sky’s the limit.”

  Her mouth dropped open.

  “We pool our resources,” I shrugged, “the four of us. It’s simpler that way.”

  Her expression was reserved astonishment. I could tell she didn’t know whether or not to believe me.

  “It’s just money, Sammara. And for the things we do? The danger we’re involved in?” I looked her in the eye. “Trust me when I say the government takes very good care of us.”

  She inhaled deeply, her breasts rising and falling as she continued to stare down into my phone. She swiped a few more times.

  “And I’d live here?”

  “Yes. With all of us.”