Bad Boy SEALs

by Scarlett Avery

  "I was—although a little taken aback. I would never have agreed if I didn't feel the same way you did. You just said the words first," I admit.

  "Although, things were going unexpectedly well between the three of us, I didn't want to put a label on it. It's never something I felt compelled to do. But for whatever reason, in that moment, at the club, it was really important for me to tell her that she was ours."

  "She really is,” I nod. “Neither of us had brought it up until that point, but you said it yourself, you didn't want to put a label on what we shared. It's no different for me. I mean, why mess with a good thing? She's just one of those amazing women who goes with the flow. Even though she has all the reasons to be demanding, she never wears a bitch crown. I never once felt that she was trying to trick or manipulate us. Another thing I love about her is that she says she’s always willing to try some of our kinky perversions. She's not just saying that because she thinks that's what we want to hear.”

  “My sentiments exactly."

  “What came out of your mouth was simply a natural progression. It proves how good all three of us are together. There was nothing to argue about.”

  "You're right," he agrees.

  “If we’re having a heart-to-heart, I should confess that the anticipation of waiting to see her beautiful face at the club made me realize that I never felt this way about any other woman. It also hit me that we’ve been seeing her exclusively since we moved here. And even though we were at a sex club with hundreds of willing parties, there's only one woman I wanted to see. One woman I wanted to hold. One woman I wanted to kiss. One woman I wanted to savor. One woman I wanted to share with my best friend.” I pause to catch my breath. “It's unheard of," I shake my head.

  "So it's more than just sex?" Holden asks.

  “It was pure testosterone at the sex club. I was like a beast. As we’ve discussed before, I don't do well with celibacy. I'm at a point where a couple days without seeing her is too much. A whole week? I was ready to chop off my balls—”

  "I'm with you.”

  “I think to a certain extent it's been about conquering a woman who is completely out of our league. Someone we had no business even looking at twice, but we both still went after her—”

  "Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Holden lifts a hand up. “Aren’t you the one who gave me that long lecture at the Bromley?" he asks.

  "I was fully aware we were dealing with a woman who was head and shoulders above all others. Just because I pushed you to make a decision, doesn't mean that I didn't have the same concerns you did. I just didn’t voice them," I admit.

  "Fucker."

  "Yeah, but it got us here," I flash him a cocksure grin.

  "I still can't believe two chumps like us ended up with a princess like Amelia," he chuckles. “We’re alpha bad boys, after all. Our reputation precedes us. We fuck. We don't feel. Over the weekend, something shifted for me. I'm not sure I can put my finger on it, but every part of me yearns for her. I just don't know what to make of it." There’s real sincerity in his voice. His words are coming from deep inside.

  “I can't pinpoint it either, but somewhere over the past few days, it stopped being about fucking Amelia and it became about losing myself to her. These feelings are so new to me, I couldn't even put them into words. The only language I knew was fucking. So I gave her that, knowing in the back of my mind that there's so much more that I wanted to give her. I just didn't know if you were on the same page."

  "I am," he says. Two words that open us to great possibilities.

  “Good.”

  "Where do we go from here?" Holden asks anxiously. This is the third time this fearless Viking has shown signs of insecurity. Miss Amelia Jade Cavendish has a way of doing that to my best friend.

  “So much has evolved since Saturday night. That’s why I suggested we do something special and ask her to be our girlfriend again. It’s going to have a whole different meaning outside of a sex club,” I laugh.

  “I’m on board. I love the idea. So far, you've done an amazing job at dazzling her with your surprises.”

  “Thanks. She needs to know this is more than just sex. I doubt we ever made her feel that way, but she deserves to hear the words."

  “I couldn't agree with you more," Holden states firmly. "I think it's important for us to silence some of her concerns. She keeps bringing up all the stuff that she sees on the Internet. We can't go back and change any of it, but she needs to know we’re devoted to her."

  "Damn," I marvel.

  “What?”

  "We’re retiring our bad boy dog tags,” I state.

  “Who would’ve thunk?"

  We both laugh.

  “We need to talk to her about how we’re going to lay this on the Prime Minister without risking our lives,” I laugh.

  Holden does the same.

  “Or our balls,” he adds.

  “Yeah, I'm not losing my balls. I think they look pretty good slapping off of Amelia’s sweet ass. I'm not ready to change that any time soon," I joke. "We need to spend some serious time thinking about it. This isn't the kind of news you spring on someone—especially when that someone holds that much power. I doubt very much he’ll react favorably to the idea that his daughter is living a debauched life with her two American boyfriends."

  "He doesn't strike me as someone who would accept such an unconventional lifestyle," Holden says.

  "As you so rightfully pointed out, we shouldn't rock the boat for the next few weeks, so we still have time to understand how Amelia wants to approach this and then craft our spiel. Do you agree?"

  "One hundred percent," Holden nods. "I don't want her father to think we’re out to ruin her reputation. I want him to understand that we care about her, and that we want this with her.”

  "It isn’t going to be an easy battle for us. We’re going to have to be pretty persuasive," I warn.

  "I'm willing to fight for this, Brandon," Holden affirms.

  "And I'll fight right by your side," I reassure him. "You know how invincible we can be," I smile.

  "Yeah," he returns my smile. We stare at each other, exchanging one of our silent conversations. "I can't imagine myself seeing any other woman right now,” Holden confides. “I just want Amelia."

  I consider him seriously before speaking. “She’s all I need.”

  CHAPTER 67

  Amelia

  Once Charlie is over the shock, she’s finally able to prepare lunch. Now, we’re both devouring our healthy bowls with much gusto.

  "My God, this is so good," I say.

  "Yup," Charlie agrees. After a few more bites, she lays her cards on the table. "Okay, lassie, I was willing to give you a pass and allow me to replenish, but I think it's high time for you to start talking."

  "I owe you that much," I concede.

  I rest my fork on the edge of my bowl and launch into storytelling mode. Charlie listens intently, with a wide smile stretched across her lips. She's already waiting for the salacious bits. Recounting the beginning of my unforgettable night is easy because it doesn't involve the three of us yet. As I keep talking and divulge more and more details, I realize for the first time that there are certain things I'm not sure I want to share with Charlie.

  I guess she picks up on that because she asks, "Are you holding back on me?"

  "Maybe I am," I admit.

  She reaches out and interlaces our fingers together. "This is a big deal for you. Heck, it’s a big deal for any woman. No one would even bat an eyelash over you dating a bloke. Two at the same time? That definitely breaks with convention. You know I'll never judge you because God knows I've had my fair share of dirty," she laughs. "Yes, I'm dying to hear your story, but at the same time, this is between you and your boys. If you don't want to share more, I'll respect that." I worry at my lower lip, my gaze locked onto hers. "That much?" she presses.

  "Some of the stuff was really incredibly naughty, Charlie. Things I never thought I'd ever…" I pause.

  "It
's okay, you can tell me," she coaxes. When I still remain tightlipped, she adds, “Nothing shocks me, Amelia. You should know that by now.”

  I take a deep breath in. Here we go. "Would you believe it if I told you that some of the things I did and asked for are so out of character, I still can’t believe I had that kind of kinky inner vixen living inside me?"

  "Honey, I already know that you were properly double stuffed since I helped prepare your Royal ass. That was the whole point of me raiding that sex shop, remember?" I nod, flashing back to the huge bag she hauled to my place. Of course, half of its contents was for her and Barrett. “What more can there be?"

  "I begged them to take me without protection. I wanted to feel them inside me when we all climaxed,” I blurt out.

  She raises a perfectly waxed brow at me. “Huh?”

  “I fantasized about it all week, but I didn't dare tell you a word of it. I was a little embarrassed, I guess. Okay, a lot," I shrug. "The second I walked into that sex club, the vibe was so adulterated, electrifying and kinky as fuck. It was the perfect setting. I knew I was ready to go there with them."

  "Blimey." Charlie is blinking so fast, you think she's trying to take flight.

  “The open-mouthed kiss I exchanged with Ciara inside the lounge with Holden, Brandon, and Nikolaj’s blue eyes riveted on us, pushed me over the edge. I felt free and brave enough to ask for exactly what I wanted," I reveal.

  Charlie's jaw drops. Her fork follows.

  "Excuse me? You did what?" she demands.

  "I warned you."

  "I guess you did," she shakes her head.

  I tell Charlie that the second I opened the door to find Ciara standing there like the elegant Amazon that she is, it was like experiencing my first girl crush. By the time she revealed she wasn't completely averse to a little naughty play with another woman, I was captivated.

  "Ciara owns her sexuality like no one I've ever met in my life—well, except for you.” Charlie laughs. “And just like you, Ciara doesn't do it in a slutty way. It's classy. It's her. Well before my lips touched hers, I could hear the three men breathing heavy. I can't even blame the champagne for my raunchy actions. Yes, I was tipsy, but I was in full control of my senses. I knew exactly what I was doing," I state with confidence. "Nikolaj and Holden’s words set me off. Knowing I had their full attention was like an intoxicating drug. Putting aside all my inhibitions was so bloody freeing.”

  "My God, those guys must've been so bloody aroused.”

  "They were completely dumbfounded and yes, extremely turned on."

  "Did you and your chaperone go any further?" Charlie asks.

  I shake my head. "No. I wasn't interested. Furthermore, Ciara had revealed earlier in the evening that just like you, she prefers cock to pussy." Charlie laughs. "Honestly, I was content with the kiss. It was naughty and edgy. It’s most likely something I’d never dream of doing in any other context."

  "What a dirty prelude to an evening of debauchery with your boys," Charlie says.

  "It definitely set the tone. It was so mind-blowing, Charlie. I can't wait to go back to the club," I state.

  Her eyes widen, and she leans in a bit further, intent on getting more juicy details. "Really?"

  "Absolutely."

  "Wow. Talk about kicking the good girl in you to the curb,” she says. That sets us off again. "No wonder you walked in here like someone broke you and stitched you back together," she comments.

  “I might not be able to walk normally ever again. Once they got a taste of riding me bareback, it was nonstop from that point on. We left the club at four o'clock in the morning. We were among the last people to leave. Nikolaj and Ciara were long gone. Then we stayed locked up inside their penthouse all day yesterday. They took turns double stuffing my pussy and my ass, and I came my head off, screaming at the top of my lungs with them grunting their own release like feral beasts every single time.”

  "Oh, my God, Amelia.”

  “And that’s not the kinkiest part.”

  She leans even further against the counter, her eyes as big as saucers. “It’s not?”

  I shake my head. "I don't know if I should confess this—”

  “Please do,” she invites. “It’s your duty as my best friend to tell me. Not to mention that you already know all of my perverted secrets. It's about time I collected some dirt on you."

  We laugh our asses off.

  "I hope you don't plan on blackmailing me?"

  "Only if you don't keep talking," she teases.

  I never thought I'd be the one to share something this racy. I consider her for a few beats before speaking again. “What sent me over the edge each and every time was feeling them spew their release deep inside me before pulling out and watching them admire their cum drip out of me. Feeling that warm release dripping from my pussy and ass made me come again. It was truly an out-of-body experience.”

  "Jesus Christ." Charlie shakes her head baffled. "Who the hell are you and what have you done with my best friend?"

  Going from the three men I'd been with so far and graduating to hunks like Brandon and Holden is like day and night.

  "I did say it was a bit out there… maybe not for you, but certainly for me," I remind her.

  "Yes, you did, but nothing could have prepared me for that." The stunned expression on her face is hilarious. "Did you take breaks? Did they even allow you to sleep?"

  “We only took breaks to shower, eat, and lounge on the upper deck until one of us was aroused again. We didn't sleep much, but it was well worth it."

  She widens her eyes. "I'm really impressed," she says.

  "I just can't get enough of them," I explain. "And to my delight, it’s mutual. We had to put an end to our hedonistic weekend at seven o'clock this morning or else I was going to be late. Had my meeting with Barrister Holborn not been on my calendar, chances are, they’d still be fucking me right now," I state.

  “It sounds like you’re a slave to your boyfriends’ cocks."

  It's far more than that.

  It wasn’t just a passing thing when I revealed that Brandon and Holden own every part of me. It's one thing to admit to yourself and your best friend that you're completely infatuated by two men, but is it okay to reveal that every single moment you spend with them, you fall for them more and more? Does that make me delusional? Am I setting myself up for a heartbreak? And if so, how do you get over two men? Other than a few moments of toe-curling passion, can there really be more between the three of us? Does this fairytale end when the princess falls in love with her two knights? I mean really, there is no possible happy ever after in this situation.

  "You’re right. I think I am a slave to their cocks," I deadpan.

  "My God, girlfriend,” she marvels.

  "I know, right," I smile, pushing aside my conflicting thoughts.

  "You should be darn proud of yourself," she beams.

  “I don’t regret a thing.”

  "So many kinks, so little time.” That telling gleam dancing in her eyes speaks volumes. We both sit in lustful contemplation for a while until Charlie shakes me out of my reverie. "Seriously, we need to change subjects,” she says. “Now," she affirms.

  "Forgive me for over sharing," I laugh.

  "Please, woman, I enjoyed every single lascivious second of it. The only thing is, if you keep at it, I'm going to have to phone Barrett and beg him to drop by his office. After everything you’ve shared, I doubt that any of the toys in my collection would do. Not only should your story come with a warning, it should also be followed by a proper shag."

  "I was just thinking the same thing," I say, tapping my index finger against my chin. "I was wondering if I had time to pop by my boyfriends’ penthouse for a repeat before going to the office," I frown hard as I try to figure how I can make it all work.

  Charlie and I stare at each other before exploding in laughter.

  "My God, you're so funny," she says when she regains her composure.

  "You mean mor
e like unleashed," I correct her.

  "High five," she laughs lifting her hand in the air.

  "I'm just telling it like it is," I say with a cocksure grin as I lift my hand to meet hers.

  "Well, after your tale of carnal gluttony, I suggest we sober up. How did it go this morning with Barrister Holborn?"

  "It was a strange meeting. Not at all what I expected."

  She draws her eyebrows together. "What do you mean?"

  "Firstly, my father didn't attend. He called me on my way there to tell me that he was stuck in a meeting and he couldn't make it in time," I explain.

  "That's to be expected. He's in his last stretch. I'm sure there must be a million loose ends to tie up," she reminds me.

  "I'm fully aware of that, but Daddy had made it a point to assure me that he’d be there with me every single step of the way."

  “I'm sure it had to do with something very urgent. Last week's terrorist attacks in Spain and Finland have the entire continent and the world on edge. Although your father’s policies have kept Britain safe, I’m sure he's dealing with a matter of national security," Charlie defends.

  "That's what I expected, and I completely understand that, but on my way to your place, I called him to let him know how strange that meeting turned out to be. I was hoping he might the able to shed some light on why my lawyer was so vague. After all, Barrister Holborn’s fees are ridiculously high. I was expecting a lot more from him this morning."

  "What did your father say?" Charlie asks puzzled.

  "He explained that there were a few things in play that prevented the lawyers from moving forward or divulging more. Just like Barrister Holborn, Daddy assured me that it would be just a matter of weeks before we’d be able to get the ball rolling again. His message was almost word-for-word that of the lawyer’s. It’s almost as if they had coordinated their stories.”

  "So, after all that, you don’t really know the cause of this mysterious delay in your case?"

  I shake my head. "I'm as much in the dark as you are. That said, Barrister Holborn was willing to reveal that they’ve stacked up the evidence against Ralph Delaware."