Bad Boy SEALs

by Scarlett Avery

  "It's a secret. If I reveal that now, I’ll kill the surprise," I tell her.

  "Not even a hint?" she presses.

  "Not a chance."

  "Oh, come on," she frowns.

  I shake my head. "Drop it, sweetie. You won’t be able to wrestle it out of me. My lips are sealed," I say before sipping on my wine.

  She turns her attention to my best friend. "Holden?" She tilts her head as if questioning him silently.

  "Yes, angel?” Holden feigns innocence.

  "Are you going to help a girl out?"

  Does she really expect my best friend will betray me?

  "Sorry, angel, I have to side with Brandon. The anticipation will make this even better. I promise," he winks.

  "Hmph. This two-hot-hunks-package-deal comes with its drawbacks. It’s always you against me," she observes, pursing her lips.

  I reach across the table and interlace my fingers with hers. "This is my gift to you." I bring our hands up and kiss the back of hers. "I’d never fail you, sweetie. Don't you trust me enough to make this an incredible surprise?"

  She blinks at me. My question takes her aback. "Of course I do." Her answer is unwavering. "I'm just eager, that's all," she gives me a one-shoulder shrug.

  "And you'll be rewarded handsomely," I smile warmly.

  "Okay," she concedes. "You win. I'll wait patiently," she rolls her eyes with a teasing smile hanging from her lips.

  "Good girl. It’s settled. You’ll get all of your answers on Saturday night," I grin.

  She locks eyes with Holden. "If you insist on keeping me in the dark about this Saturday, should I assume it's the same for whatever you have planned for next week? Will one of you at least tell me where we’re going? You were so vague about it when you called me to ask me to keep the date free."

  Holden and I exchange a furtive glance. "We’re still finalizing a few details," he says. Smooth. "We should have more answers by Saturday. We can fill you in then. How does that sound?" he asks.

  "Really? You mean I'll actually get answers?" Her mocking tone doesn't go unnoticed. Cheeky little princess.

  Holden matches her wide smile. "It wouldn’t be fair to keep you in the dark about next week. We’ll tell you all about it well in advance and you'll have a chance to let us know if it’s something you think might be fun."

  "Fair enough," she says sitting a little straighter in her chair. I let go of her hand and pat Holden's shoulder.

  "He's right. Next week, you have to come along with your eyes wide open."

  She shifts her gaze from Holden’s to mine. I can read the thousands of questions in her green eyes. "This all sounds very mysterious," she says.

  "Let's just say it's something you might not have tried before," I reply. "Of course, that's speculation on my part. Who knows? You might already be an expert."

  "I'm very excited." So are we. She lifts her chin defiantly. "If it's with the two of you, it should be a lot of fun." I waggle my eyebrows at Holden and he just laughs. She narrows her eyes to the point where only two emerald dots shine through. "Are you two up to something?"

  "Of course we are, sweetie," I grin.

  "You’re incorrigible," she retorts.

  "Yeah, but something tells me you wouldn’t want us any other way." Holden's answer is spot on.

  "You’re right," she whispers folding her bottom lip between her teeth.

  Music to my ears.

  Amelia lowers her eyes, picks up her fork and starts playing with the few crumbs left on her plate. I suspect she's deflating the situation. “More dessert?” I ask. There's no point in teasing her more.

  “God, that was ridiculous. I can’t possibly imagine having another bite. Thank you, but that would simply be too much of a good thing. Everything was phenomenal," Amelia marvels.

  "I'm glad you enjoyed the meal," Holden says.

  "Enjoyed is putting it lightly. This was easily one of my top eats of all time. I can’t believe I’ve never been here before considering it's practically in my backyard. The food was exceptional," Amelia pats her tummy. "The service is great, the vibe is relaxing and the view from the top floor is unparalleled."

  “There are no reasons for us to be jealous because the view from our penthouse is quite enviable, but overlooking Hyde Park like this is pretty amazing," Holden points out.

  "I couldn't agree more. Everything about this place is right on point, but let's not forget to talk about the most important thing," she says.

  "Which is?" I ask.

  "Those desserts were illegally delicious," she says. The way she rolls her eyes is hilarious.

  "I can’t agree with you more, sweetie. They were so amazing that I think I'll pop by again over the weekend and order a few. It’ll be nice for us to sit back and enjoy them at the penthouse," I wink.

  Her eyes widen. "I don't need any convincing to come up to your place," she laughs. "In fact, I might just camp there until I've eaten every last bite."

  I lean forward and brush a strand of her hair behind her shoulder before caressing her cheek. "Just so we're clear, sweetie, dessert is icing on the cake. It goes without saying that our cocks are the main course."

  "It goes without saying," she laughs. "Does that mean I’m not allowed to have dessert first?"

  "Over my dead body, young lady. Where are your manners? If you don't eat your main course, you don't get your dessert. Plain and simple."

  We all laugh.

  "All right, all right," she lifts her left hand over her head as if she were capitulating. "May I just say that I'm very proud of myself for having gone through this delectable four-course meal without even as much as a spot on my dress. Not an easy feat in an Italian restaurant."

  "With the dainty way you eat, I doubt that’s even possible," Holden comments.

  "Are you kidding me? The first and second courses were bathing in a pool of garlicky tomato sauce. Don't get me wrong, it was lip-smacking delicious, but quite a tour de force to avoid a catastrophe," she says, dropping her eyes down to her dress.

  "I know I said it when you got into the limo and again when we arrived at the restaurant, but it’s worth repeating. You look absolutely stunning, Amelia. I'm not sure why I'm surprised because you always do, but that white dress is just angelic on you."

  "Thank you, sir," she blushes.

  Amelia is wearing a white satin wrap dress with sleeves that hit her at the elbows. The bottom of the dress is this sheer see-through flowy chiffon fabric that's had my cock on alert since I first caught sight of it. The décolletage part is low enough to make it outrageously sexy, without it being trashy. In other words, it's very Amelia. She's paired her designer dress with her jadeite and diamond ring and the watch her father gave for her twenty-fifth birthday. She says the sparkling dangling diamond earrings and diamond bracelet are vintage. Heirlooms passed on from her great-grandmother and grandmother—respectively—on her mother's side. She mentioned the prestigious brands, but I can’t pronounce them. Both are French and they sound very expensive. Her makeup is flawless and although nothing rivals her silky cascade of hair falling seductively around her face, I must say her up do is very elegant. I love how it sits on the left side of her face. Yeah, I notice pretty much everything about our princess.

  "Brandon is right," Holden says. "I couldn't believe how beautiful you were when you opened the door to greet me. Every time we see you, you’re more and more gorgeous."

  "I don't know how that’s even possible," I add.

  "You two are full of compliments," she says, dropping her eyes to her lap.

  "You make it easy for them to roll off of our tongues," I retort. She turns crimson red and the contrast with her dress is such a turn on.

  "Perhaps now is a good time for me to warn you that you'll be keeping those silver high-heel sandals on later when we get back to our place," Holden tells her.

  "Goddammit, I love it when you lay the law like that," I joke.

  "I wore them with exactly that in mind," Amelia says da
ringly.

  Holden and I just look at each other and shake our heads in amazement.

  "You'll pay dearly for that brazen repartee,” Holden promises. "Don't be surprised if you can’t walk tomorrow morning." A gentleman always tells his girl what to expect. Her eyebrows hit her forehead. "Yeah, when you play with fire, you get burnt, angel," he explains further.

  "You can imagine that after two days of not seeing you, we’re horny as hell," I piggyback on what Holden has already started. "Unless you're ready to walk your talk, don't tempt us, princess. In the end, you'll lose... or should I say, you’ll win big time," I snicker.

  "Oh," Amelia says.

  I get up from where I'm sitting, circle the table and pull out a chair next to hers. Her eyes are on me the whole time. I sit down and grab her small hands into mine. "Why do you look so surprised?"

  "I can't get over how much you want me," she responds shyly.

  “That's how it's supposed to be when things feel right," Holden says leaning in.

  "How many times do we have to remind you of that?" I ask.

  "You’ve said that before and I can't tell you what it does to me. That said, I can't be completely blind to reality."

  "What do you do mean?" I ask.

  "The two of you have so much more experience than I do. I'm still baffled and I find it hard to believe that I can really satisfy you."

  Holden pushes his chair back and gets up. He circles the table and sits on Amelia's left side. He leans forward dropping his folded elbows against his legs. His eyes dart to the floor. It's as if he’s gathering his thoughts.

  After a few long seconds, he finally speaks, "It isn't about experience, angel. It's about connection. Both Brandon and I felt it from the first time we held you in our arms to prevent your fall. Last weekend was intense and amazing.” Holden meets my gaze and I nod in agreement. “As for this niggling doubt you have about not being enough to satisfy us, I would think that the way we both came with a roar would've been enough. There are certain things that you can't fake," Holden grins.

  "Well, you did make quite a mess," she laughs.

  "We made a very big mess all because of you," he says and she laughs again. "You liked that, didn't you?" he asks.

  "I did." She averts her gaze.

  "Look at me, angel.” She obeys. “You want us as much as we want you?" She nods vehemently. "You know what?"

  She shakes her head. "What?"

  “I'm looking forward to it being really messy again tonight.” Holden's deep voice combined with his lust-veiled eyes leave no room for misinterpretation. Amelia’s breath hitches. “What about you?" he asks me.

  “These last two days have been extraordinarily long. I can't even tell you how much I missed her. Forget about messy." I slide my hand against her thigh. Her body shivers under my touch. "I want it really dirty tonight." I answer Holden with my eyes pinned on her. "The question is, did she miss us nearly as much as we missed her?"

  That perks Holden's attention. He sits up straight again. "I like the way you think, buddy," he returns my wide smile. He leans into Amelia and whispers loudly in her ear, "Did you, princess?"

  "You know I did,” she says in a low voice.

  "Unless you tell us or show us, there's no way for us to know." Holden says.

  "I missed you," she confesses.

  "Enough to pull out one of your favorite toys?" I ask.

  Her green eyes crash right into mine. She didn't see that question coming.

  "I-I didn't use one of my toys," she admits.

  The tension is thick in the room.

  "So, you were lying when you said you missed us," I quip.

  "No, I wasn't.”

  "Amelia, do I have to remind you of rule number two?" I growl.

  She shakes her head. "I really didn't."

  "Did you use your fingers?" Holden asks. I guess her toys don't work nearly as well as they once did now that she's discovered how hard we can make her come. “I can just imagine you with your eyes closed rubbing your sweet little clit and wishing it was my tongue or Brandon's." Damn.

  "God," she hisses.

  "That's not an answer," Holden reminds her.

  "I didn't use my fingers."

  Huh? Did she dry hump her pillow? "Let me get this straight. You missed us, but you didn't use your fingers or one of your toys. Is that right?"

  "Yes." She steadfastly zooms in on my hand still caressing her thigh. I'm about to drop the subject, but I don't. I can't. That breath she takes hides something. There’s a shaky little rasp about it that stiffens my balls. I shoot my eyes up to Holden and the way he arches an eyebrow lets me know that I'm not off-base here. That's all I need to push her further. "Did you come thinking about us or not?"

  "Yes, I did," she responds in that hedonistic voice again with her eyes meeting mine. There's something so filthy about that answer. I'm not letting go until she fesses up.

  "How did you do it?" I demand. She looks up at me, but doesn't respond.

  "Brandon asked you a question," Holden presses.

  Still nothing.

  I ready myself to speak again, but she does something that nearly gives me a heart attack. She grips the side of the chair with both hands and starts rubbing her thighs together while doing this lewd circular gyrating motion with her hips. My jaw drops. Holden is as shocked.

  "Sweetie, we’re still waiting for an answer," I remind her.

  "It was just supposed to be a quick bath...” She lets her words trail.

  “But?” Holden pushes her to talk.

  "Gosh..." She takes a deep breath. “It turned out to be so much more," she reveals.

  "What exactly did you do?" Holden asks cautiously. She remains mute. "Amelia."

  "I-I didn't know you could come that hard by letting water gush against your clit." Her revelation comes in such a low voice, if I wasn't so close to her, I would've missed it.

  "Are you shitting me?" I ask in a voice that's a little too loud.

  “No.”

  "Do you have an extendable showerhead?" I ask.

  "No. Nothing like that," she pauses. “I spread my legs open under the running water and I came like that.”

  “You did what?” I practically shout my question.

  Christ.

  “You heard me,” she says shyly.

  Holden's eyebrows hit his forehead. “I can’t fucking believe it.” I’m relieved to see that he’s as taken aback as I am.

  “I want to say that it was very wrong—slutty even—but bloody hell, it was out of this world amazing. It was just me feeling the rush of the water against my clit thinking of how my body tingles when you touch me,” she confesses.

  "Jesus." I'm so turned on, that’s all I can say.

  “Are you wet right now, flashing back to that episode?” I can't believe Holden has the presence of mind to ask that question. I'm still in shock.

  “Oh God, yes.”

  Fuck.

  “I want you to show us how wet you are," he says.

  "Wh-what do you mean?" she asks her voice trembling. "You don't really expect me to just drop my knickers to my ankles and show you?"

  Why not?

  "That would be incredibly ungentlemanly of me and I'm pretty sure Brandon would frown upon such a callous request." Holden answers. No I wouldn't.

  "So, what do you want me to do?" she asks carefully.

  At this point, my cock is so hard I can't even speak. I'll let Holden run with it. He’s doing a great job without me.

  "I want you to go to the restroom, slip out of your panties, come back here—”

  “You want me to prance around this restaurant panty-less?" She shrieks. I guess she didn't see that one coming. To be honest, neither did I.

  “Yes.” Holden is pushing the envelope tonight.

  "But, that's so vulgar," she protests.

  "I don't see it like that, angel. I think it's sexy as hell," Holden refutes.

  "Everyone will know," she lets out in a whisper.


  Holden leans in closer, brushes her hair away from her face before dropping a soft kiss against her cheek. “It’ll be our little secret. Other than Brandon and I, who else will know?" Amelia opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. "Now that that's settled, I want you to come back with your panties bunched up in your hand so that we can smell your headiness and feel how wet you really are." She swallows hard. "Once I’m satisfied and Brandon has tucked away your frilly little underwear in the inside of his suit jacket, I want to run my fingers between your thighs and scoop up the trail of slickness rushing down your legs and then wipe those same fingers against my tongue. I want my mouth coated with your juices."

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  When Holden plays hardball, he’s unparalleled. That was certifiably filthy and I loved every second of it.

  "You can't be serious," Amelia gasps.

  "Oh, sweetie, he is." And just like that, I find my voice and respond on Holden’s behalf.

  CHAPTER 50

  Amelia

  As shocked as I am by Holden’s request, I obey without protest. Don't ask me why, I just do. I guess the thought of doing something so out of character is extraordinarily thrilling. The sexual tension in the private room is palpable. Just breathing makes me even more aroused.

  "Well, I'll be back, then," I conclude when it’s apparent neither of them is going to say anything more.

  "We'll be here waiting," Brandon grins.

  "Right." I hesitate a few more seconds just in case they change their minds, but when Holden reaches for the neck of the bottle and pours himself another glass before topping up Brandon's, I realize he isn’t going to back down. Neither of them will.

  Fully aware of their eyes on me, I get up, soften my dress and do my best to walk to the lady’s room with as much dignity as I can muster.

  I step outside of the dining room and stop a waitress walking by.

  Hoping she won’t recognize me, I ask, "I'm sorry, can you let me know where I might find a private restroom?"

  She smiles warmly, but nothing indicates that she knows who I am. Thank God. "Both the men's and women's restrooms on this floor are private—there are four of them in total. Two on each of the extremities of the floor," she says with a nod of her head to the left and then to the right.