Bad Boy SEALs

by Scarlett Avery

  “Some guys like to play it by ear… see what the night brings,” Ciara smiles. Good one.

  “Point taken,” Sphinx smiles back. “Miss Danvers knows about our strict rules?”

  “Yes. No phones. No photos. And everything must be consensual,” Ciara repeats what she's already told me many times before.

  “You got that, blondie?” Sphinx asks me.

  “Got it,” I whisper, trying to keep my cheeks from flushing.

  “Excellent. Before you beautiful ladies run off, you’ll need to sign the nondisclosure agreement. Once you pass those doors, I need you to swear that what happens at Nightfall stays at Nightfall.” Sphinx points behind him, but he keeps his eyes fixed on me. “You won’t breathe a word of what you’ll witness tonight to anyone, Miss Danvers?”

  “No.” I didn’t think my blush could deepen, but apparently it can because now I feel it down to my painted toes. Dear God.

  “Of course, it also protects anyone you might recognize and vice versa.” Sphinx doesn't avert his gaze. "But, you know the drill, Elektra," he says shifting his attention to the tall woman standing next to me.

  "By heart," Ciara replies.

  "Good. It’ll only take you a few seconds to scribble your autographs and then you two sexpots can go play with your men.”

  There’s no turning back now.

  CHAPTER 60

  Brandon

  A quarter past eleven. Amelia should be here any minute. As much I as promise myself I wouldn't look at the time again, I can't help it.

  Nikolaj, Holden and I have been talking and drinking, doing our best to pretend that Duke's words weren't like pouring gasoline over fire.

  Holden and I discussed this at length every single night in the past week; we don't want to push Amelia too hard. We want her to find the experience enjoyable enough to want to come back. If I don’t control myself, she might not recover. Add to that Holden's ravenous desire for her, and the poor woman might never be able to walk again. Nah, it's best to play it safe. We can be unwavering next time once she's no longer wearing her training wheels.

  I ready myself to get up for another drink when there’s a knock at the door. Finally. Nikolaj, Holden and I lock eyes and we grin like fools.

  "You two sit, I'll get the door," Duke orders.

  "All right," Holden and I say in unison.

  I rub the palms of my hands against my legs, already feeling the rush at the idea of seeing Amelia’s beautiful face again.

  "Elektra King," I hear Duke say. "Ten fucking days without seeing you is excruciating, sweetness."

  "Mr. Aston, don't you know that absence makes the heart grow fonder," Ciara replies.

  “Is that so,” Nikolaj says.

  “Yes,” she laughs. “A little time apart enhances passion, don’t you know."

  "Oh, I'll show you passion all right. In fact, I'll shower you with so much passion, you won't know which time zone you’re in," he warns.

  "Promise?" Ciara tempts.

  Nikolaj responds with a growl. Slap. “Get your fine ass in here, woman before I punish you right here in the corridor."

  “Oh, Mr. Aston,” Ciara says.

  I stifle a laugh. The man is a brute.

  "Stop it. You'll scare my new friend," Ciara laments jokingly.

  "Speaking of which, where is she?"

  My brows shoot up.

  Huh? Amelia isn’t here?

  Holden has the same perplexed look as I do.

  "What the fuck?” he mouths.

  I shrug my confusion.

  "It’s her first time. She's hiding around the corner. It’s only right that she makes a grand entrance. I wanted to first make sure her boys were ready," Ciara explains.

  "Trust me, they are."

  Ciara and Nikolaj laugh.

  Holden and I shake our heads and roll our eyes.

  At least someone's having fun.

  "In that case, why don't you go back inside and join them. My friend and I will be right in."

  "Someone is in a playful mood," Nikolaj says in a low voice.

  "You have no idea, Mr. Aston," Ciara replies.

  Nikolaj let's out another feral growl.

  Fuck, those two are combustive together.

  "Sorry, mates. My wife wants to do this her way,” Nikolaj confirms as he walks back towards us. "Women," he grins with a headshake.

  I open my mouth to respond, but Ciara sashays in the room. The red hair throws me at first, so do the eyes, but it's still the same stunning face.

  "Mr. Rogers. Mr. Stark," she says with a little nod of the head.

  We both jump to our feet.

  “Miss King," Holden and I chime in unison.

  She strides elegantly to a chair in the corner of the room and drops her small black handbag before removing her jacket. She flips it over the back of the seat and turns her attention back to us. Wow. "Do you want to see her?" she asks.

  "Damn right," I respond at the same time as Holden says, "Hell yeah.”

  "Good!" Ciara smiles wide before heading back towards the door. I follow her every move. “Gentlemen, cast your eyes on the seductress, Carol Danvers."

  Right on cue Amelia makes her appearance at the door. A sexy as all hell woman bursts onto the scene and my heart stops for a beat. She poses like a freaking supermodel, beckoning our attention before gliding into the room like a siren.

  Jesus Christ.

  I.

  Am.

  Fucking.

  Speechless.

  My heart hammers up in my throat as the blood shoots south at a ridiculous speed.

  My cock thickens as Amelia begins her languorous walk towards me.

  I’m so turned on, I have to bite back a groan.

  Damn.

  I expected a transformation, but this is far more dramatic than I anticipated. Her mid-length blonde hair is a departure and the brown eyes staring at me are vastly different from the emerald green ones I'm used to, but that’s our princess. The vampy makeup only makes her that much more delectable. I scan the length of her sexy little body, burning every part of her—lingering a little longer when my gaze fixes on those heart-stopping ankle corsets. I’m going to enjoy undoing those with my teeth. Slowly, my eyes inch up until they bore into hers again. Double damn. Her wide smile lets me know she's enjoying this as much as I am. Fuck. Those red lips wrapped around my cock are going to be the end of me.

  I snap my eyes away from the vision that stands before me, desire running through my veins like a raging river, and shift them towards Holden. He’s as taken as I am. When I shoot a furtive look over at Nikolaj, his stunned face tells me everything I need to know. Amelia is fucking hot.

  All five of us just stand there.

  No one says anything, allowing a complicit silence to take over the room.

  With each breath I inhale, my cock grows harder.

  After a few very long seconds, Ciara clears her throat and says, “Mission accomplished, honey.”

  Amelia frowns her confusion. “What do you mean?” she asks shyly.

  “I told you you’d leave your boys speechless. I just didn’t expect my man would also succumb to your charms,” she laughs. “I must’ve done a pretty darn good job to shut him up like this,” Ciara says.

  “She’s unrecognizable,” Nikolaj mutters.

  “I know,” Ciara purses her lips. She should be proud. Amelia was gorgeous before, but now I fail to find the words to describe her beauty. "To be fair, I had an incredible canvas to work with."

  Ciara’s words bring me back to reality and I regain my ability to speak.

  As I step forward to greet Amelia, I notice the color high in her cheeks and the way her teeth dig into her plump bottom lip.

  Our little kitten is skittish.

  I can fix that.

  I lean in to gently kiss her cheek, careful to angle our bodies so that I don’t press against her with two hundred pounds of pent-up hunger. Instead, I anchor her with firm hands against her shoulders and then I bru
sh my lips against her cheek, making sure she can feel them. “I really want your lips, but I don’t want to ruin your makeup… not yet anyways," I whisper, so only she can hear me. She shivers. I take a step back, conscious that three pair of eyes are darting at us. “Look at you, sweetie,” I say. “Why am I surprised you’d take my breath away?”

  “You like it?” she asks nervously, brushing a strand of her blonde wig behind her ear.

  “I love it,” I correct her. “You’re like a fucking dirty dream."

  "Brand— I mean, Mr. Stark is right," Holden throws over my shoulder. He lets out a long sigh. "Do we have to keep up with the alias behind closed doors?" he grumbles.

  "Not at all." Nikolaj shakes his head. “My wife and I do it because we get a kick out of it,” he chuckles. "It’s really more for the other members and the staff," he explains further.

  "Thank God," Holden hisses, marching determinedly towards the door. Once he shuts it, he strides towards our little princess. I take a small step to the side. It's his turn to greet her. He extends a hand, grabbing her by the back of the neck. She goes to him willingly. He drops a tender kiss against her forehead, and she closes her eyes in response. He slides the back of his fingers, caressing her face, unrushed and unworried that he has an audience. "You look delicious enough to eat, angel… and I intend on doing a lot of that tonight… unless I’m commanding Brandon to do the honors,” he warns. Amelia trembles.

  “Christ, mate,” Nikolaj mutters.

  I don’t have to turn around to know that he’s as stunned as I am. Even though Duke and his wife know exactly what the three of us share, I didn’t expect my best friend to be this forward in front of them.

  “I'm going to enjoy peeling that trench coat off you…" Holden pauses. "And stripping you of Brandon's shirt." He's on a roll.

  "Oh,” Amelia blushes.

  "Not so fast," Ciara admonishes. She rushes over to where the three of us are standing. "We should give your girl a chance to at least have a drink before you two ravish her," she winks. "It's only proper," she adds.

  "You're right," is all Holden says.

  "Good. Let's sit over here, honey." Ciara is already pulling Amelia towards a two-seater sofa. She falters a bit in her high heels. "The boys can sit across from us," she says. Holden and I are right there in a blink. "Champagne?" she asks Amelia. She nods. "Should I top up your glasses, gentlemen?"

  We eagerly hold out our glasses.

  “Amelia, we haven’t officially met,” Nikolaj steps forward. “It’s a pleasure.” We’re so taken by Amelia that both Holden and I forget our manners. “I see now why these two are completely infatuated with you… you're absolutely stunning," he says.

  "Thank you, Mr. Aston—”

  “Please, call me Nikolaj,” he corrects her.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Nikolaj. I’ve only heard good things,” she says, shaking the hand Duke extends to her.

  “Then you only know half the story,” Nikolaj tilts his head back and laughs.

  “Don’t listen to him, Amelia. He’s a sweetheart and a good man,” Ciara scolds, striding back from the bar with a bottle of champagne in one hand and whiskey in the other. “Baby, can you grab a couple of flutes, please?” she tells Nikolaj.

  “I’m right on it.” He’s back in a flash. “Here we go, sweetness," he says dropping the glasses on the table. Ciara fills the flutes before topping up our glasses. When she’s done, she looks up at us surprised. All four of us are still standing staring down at the glasses as if they were the most fascinating things in this room.

  “Sit,” Ciara, orders.

  Just like trained dogs, we each take a seat.

  “Cheers,” Ciara says, lifting her glass. "Here's to a magical night of firsts." Her mischievous wink is addressed to our girl.

  “Cheers!” we chorus.

  We sip our drinks wordlessly, each one of us eyeing the other from over our glasses. The sexual tension in the room is at peak levels. So much so that it robs me from my ability to think and speak.

  Amelia lowers her glass to set it back on the glass table, but her shaky hand betrays her. The flute tips over, spilling the bubbly liquid all over the table. The three of us lunge forward to help, but Ciara is faster than we are. She's already dabbing the champagne with a bunch of napkins.

  "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," Amelia says.

  "It's nothing," Ciara says, walking towards the bar.

  In a blink of an eye she's already cleaned the mess.

  "Nervous?" Nikolaj asks the obvious.

  "I didn't expect it would be this bad," Amelia confesses. "I really don't know why," she shakes her head as if she’s scolding herself for the mishap.

  "You’re amongst friends, Amelia," Nikolaj reminds her. "From here on in, it's unlikely you'll bump into any strangers.”

  "Yeah, sweetie, once we’re upstairs, it'll be just like when we’re at the penthouse," I chime in.

  "You have absolutely nothing to worry about," Holden adds.

  Ciara strides slowly towards Amelia.

  Instead of sitting next to her on the sofa, she kneels at her feet. That simple act reveals a jaw-dropping slit in her skirt that exposes her bare legs. “You still want this night with your boys, right?" she asks.

  "Yes," Amelia answers, her eyes shifting from mine to Holden’s.

  "You already know them… intimately, so that can’t be why you’re this nervous," Ciara grins, enticing Amelia to do the same.

  “I do know them well,” Amelia says between laughs.

  Holden, Nikolaj and I chuckle.

  “We’ve already established that the tall guy with the blue eyes and the British accent is a teddy bear despite his growl.” Amelia laughs aloud.

  “Careful there, Elektra,” Nikolaj warns, but his wife ignores him.

  “I thought you were comfortable around me," Ciara continues.

  "I am," Amelia replies.

  "Didn't we have enough champagne to mellow you out?" Ciara asks in a sultry voice.

  "Evidently not," Amelia concludes.

  "I doubt your boys want you drunk," Ciara says. "This is going to be such an amazing evening. You want to remember everything."

  "Of course," Amelia concedes.

  Neither Holden, Nikolaj nor I dare to interfere with what's unfolding in front of our eyes. Instead, we adopt the role all three of us cherish—that of voyeur.

  "Breathe, honey," Ciara advises. Without asking permission, Ciara loosens the belt around Amelia's waist, and with slow hands, she undoes a few buttons on her coat. A hint of my white shirt shows through and my cock swells even more between my legs. Fuck. “Relax,” Ciara coaxes.

  "I'm trying to,” Amelia says.

  "Maybe I can help.”

  Ciara brings her hand up to Amelia’s face and caresses it sensually. Her fingers trail down our girl’s slender neck and disappear under the white shirt. To my utter shock, Ciara squeezes Amelia’s right tit. I mean she goes for it. I’m dead certain Amelia is going to run out the room freaked out by Nikolaj’s wife’s boldness, but instead, she tilts her head back and moans. Jesus Christ.

  When Ciara flashes us a cocky grin and I take in Amelia’s rosy cheeks, I’m ready to pounce on our princess and kiss the hell out of her, but that's not how the story goes. Holden clamps his hand over my right wrist and Nikolaj does the same to my left one, pinning me against my seat between them.

  “Down boy," Nikolaj warns.

  "This is between them," Holden advises.

  Nikolaj makes a scoffing noise. "Yeah, don't ruin this for us, mate.”

  Ciara resumes her taunting tease by trailing her fingers up Amelia’s body. Our princess lowers her head and when our eyes meet, she returns my heated gaze. Ciara beckons her attention by tapping against her chin. The two women exchange a silent conversation that leads to an unbelievable R-rated show.

  Ciara extends her neck and drops a soft kiss against Amelia's lips. My eyebrows hit my forehead so fast, I fear I'll tilt over. Amelia’s
gaze travels towards us. Her eyes are huge liquid wells of hedonistic desire. That cocky side-smile tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing. The familiar tug in my groin that’s been there since I walked into this place returns with a vengeance.

  Amelia returns her attention to Ciara.

  I'm not sure what I expected, but it's certainly not this.

  Our princess clamps one hand behind Ciara’s neck and leans into her. Holy Shit. What starts off as something fairly innocent, turns into a full-blown tongue-to-tongue kiss. Amelia is shameless. She gives as much as she takes from Nikolaj’s wife.

  “Fuck,” I let out.

  “Christ,” Holden hisses.

  “Bloody hell,” Nikolaj groans.

  I don't think a guy can ask for anything more than to watch his smoking hot girl make out with an equally drop-dead gorgeous woman.

  Jesus Christ.

  Suddenly, Nikolaj is up on his feet.

  He circles the coffee table to stand right over his wife. I suspect she feels his presence because she pulls away from Amelia. Both women look up at Nikolaj. He studies them for a while before speaking.

  "I know I promised to shower you with passion, Mrs. von Henningsen, but after that little wanton stunt, you should expect a bloody deluge," he warns. He extends a hand to his wife. "Now that you've gotten us lads all riled up, it's time for you and I to go upstairs so I can properly punish you. I suspect my mates here will want some one-on-one time with their girl." Ciara obeys. She accepts her husband's hand and stands up.

  "Gentlemen, we have to go. I won't waste my breath wishing you a good evening. It's a given," Nikolaj chuckles.

  “Have fun, honey,” Ciara tells Amelia. She offers a small smile. “Good night, gentlemen,” Ciara throws over her shoulder.

  “Good night,” Holden and I say in unison.

  With that, the elegant couple waltz out of the lounge, leaving the three of us behind.

  For what seems like an eternity neither of us says a word. Amelia’s eyes are steadfastly glued to her clenched hands. Her teeth gnaw on the plump flesh of her bottom lip.

  After a long while, I finally break the silence. “Well, well, well," I shake my head in disbelief. "Our dirty little princess never ceases to surprise me," I say. "God knows I didn’t see that one coming."