Bad Boy SEALs

by Scarlett Avery

  "You've got it bad for those two?" She points out the obvious. I lift my phone, so I’m staring straight into her eyes. I don't speak immediately. I need time to gather my thoughts. "What is it, Amelia?" Charlie asks when I’m still staring at her wordlessly.

  "Can I admit something?" I ask.

  "Yikes. You've never asked me that before. This must be big."

  "It is," I acknowledge.

  "Go for it. You can tell me anything." The concern in her voice is heartwarming.

  I inhale a long breath to give myself courage. “The sex is off the charts. I think I've been pretty clear about that."

  "In vivid detail," she widens her eyes.

  I bite off a smile.

  I still hesitate, but Charlie's inviting smile coaxes me into being honest with myself. “I’m completely smitten by them. The attraction I feel towards Brandon and Holden is undeniable. Honestly, it’s at volcanic levels. I’m drawn to their bodies and as you know I can’t get enough of their cocks. The way they send me over the edge just with their filthy words is overwhelming. The intoxicating heat that emanates from their gaze when I'm naked nearly drives me out of my mind. I love how they worship my body. They turn me on and leave me in a perpetual state of arousal. They allow me to be as brazen as I dare to be. In fact, they encourage it. I don't know if I could live without that anymore. But then, they're so much more to this carnal aspect of our relationship." I pause. "I guess I should speak for myself." My shoulders wilt and there’s a tinge of sadness in my stomach. “I'm not sure if it’s…" The sudden lump in my throat causes my words to trail.

  Charlie’s eyes grow wide.

  "Oh God, Amelia," she whispers. "You’re in love." I nod. "With both of them."

  I avert my gaze. "Crazy, right?"

  "That's not an answer, honey," Charlie scolds.

  "I am," I finally admit.

  "I figured that much.” Her answer surprises me. I thought I was doing a good job at hiding it.

  "What gave it away?"

  Yes, I’m in love with both of them. The words are out. I’m smitten by Brandon’s caring and nurturing side. And I love his irresistible sense of humor. Holden is my rock. The one who never flinches, but behind his tough as nails exterior, he hides a heart of gold. I love how they treat me like I’m a precious gem outside the bedroom, but behind closed doors, I’m their little slut. A part of me is thrilled beyond words that they’re willing to make our relationship official, but another part of me dreads the possibility that it won’t take us long before we hit a ceiling. Will this relationship inevitably dissolve because it's impossible to make it work between three people? Can you have your cake and eat it too? I think I'm more worried of that perspective than my father's wrath and disappointment.

  "I figured that much when you shared your story on Monday.”

  “You did?” I ask surprised.

  “There seemed to be something about you that had shifted dramatically. Also, the few times we spoke this week gave blatant clues. Our conversations were less about the insane shags and more about little mundane things the three of you did.”

  "Is this a delusional fantasy, given that I met them not long ago and there are two of them? And of course, there’s still the small matter that my father might disown me and chase me out of the country over this."

  Charlie lets out a long sigh. "Let me put my publicist's hat on for a minute," she announces. "This would be a potentially explosive situation were your father still seeking public approval as the PM of—”

  “But—”

  “He’s stepping down imminently," she states firmly. "By the time he finds out, he won’t have to worry about the repercussions on his position or leadership. The opposition can stuff it because they won’t be able to latch onto this story to ridicule your father. The same for the press. Chances are your father will be chilling by the lake at his Virginia Water estate, trekking the world or kicking it back at his Cypress retreat. Either way, he’ll be out of the public eye and that makes a huge difference,” Charlie explains.

  “You think?” I worry at my lower lip.

  “When my clients—” the doorbell rings, cutting Charlie off midsentence.

  "I can't believe we've been on the phone for twenty minutes already," I say, shifting my eyes to my clock. "Holden is here to pick me up," I rejoice.

  "It's show time!" she cheers, switching back to best friend mode. "Have a great time tonight, honey. Don't forget, have fun, but not enough to get arrested," she jokes.

  We both laugh.

  CHAPTER 70

  Holden

  “Good evening, Officer Stohler.”

  “Good evening, Chief Petty Officer Barclay. It's always a pleasure seeing you,” Amelia's officer says.

  “Same here,” I smile. “Is she ready?” I ask, doing my best to sound as casual as possible.

  "I'm sure she is," Officer Stohler smiles.

  "Let's find out," I say, striding towards Amelia's door.

  "I'll be here if you need me, sir," she says, shifting her eyes back to her laptop.

  “Thanks,” I say.

  Officer Stohler doesn't bother getting up to announce my arrival. We’re well past that. In the time we've been seeing Amelia, I've been able to win her security team's trust. Although, I had to slightly bend the truth last week when we took her to the club, this time around things are vastly different.

  The door swings open and my jaw drops. Shit. I can hardly believe my eyes as my gaze travels along Amelia's sexy body, taking her fully in. She took my breath away the first time I laid eyes on her and it's no different now. She stares up at me flashing me a bright smile, while I just blink, stunned by her beauty.

  "Good evening, Holden," she says innocently. She takes a step forward, grips my forearms and gets on her toes. Instinctively, I bend to make it easier for her. She drops a chaste kiss on both cheeks before whispering low enough so only I can hear her. “You smell so bloody good.” Fuck.

  I straighten up and clear my voice before speaking. “Well,” I say, once I can remember how to speak again. "Good evening to you, angel.”

  "Please, come in," she waves.

  I follow her inside her penthouse. Once the door is shut, I close the gap between us and grab her in my arms.

  "Princess, you look drop-dead gorgeous.”

  Her eyes flick up, meeting mine. "Thank you, Holden. That said, I feel slightly underdressed given how dashing you look in your tuxedo. I didn't know it was that kind of evening," she adds, flicking the lapel of my jacket.

  "I beg to differ," I say with a teasing smile forming at my lips. "I doubt it's possible for you to look any better than you do right now," I state before crushing her lips. As my hands caress her body, I deepen my kiss. I cup her tit and gasp inside her mouth. “No bra, Miss Cavendish?”

  “Nope.”

  “No?”

  I already know the answer to that. So why am I asking the question again? Because Brandon and I spent the afternoon promising each other that we’d keep tonight about her, in other words we’d suppress our uncontrollable desire for her. She's making it really hard for me to keep my word.

  Amelia inhales before biting her bottom lip seductively. Damn, I want those pink lips wrapped around my cock. “It wasn't possible with this dress,” she winks.

  “Bad girl.”

  “Yeah, I think we’ve already established that last week at the sex club,” she grins proudly.

  Without warning, I part the fabric forming the deep V at the front of her dress revealing her tits before lowering my head. I drop a string of soft kisses along her slender neck and trail down her chest until I latch onto one of her erect peaks.

  “Fuck,” I hiss into her breasts as I suck and squeeze them with fervor.

  “More,” she rasps.

  I give her what she wants. I flick, tease and bite her hard nipples. Each one of her mewls fuels me.

  “Angel, we saw you last night and I still can’t get enough of you,” I admit.

&n
bsp; “It’s the same for me,” she replies.

  “Fuck, I miss Brandon right about now.” My breath comes out in ragged pants.

  “I do too,” she says.

  “We’ve never fucked you in your own bed,” I say, moving even closer, letting her feel my hard cock so she knows just what she does to me.

  “That sounds decisively naughty. Why don’t you ring Brandon and urge him to come over. Do we have time to try it now? I’d have to send Officer Stohler out on a long errand, but I'm sure we can manage," she deadpans.

  Her comment catches me off guard. I pull myself away from her to meet her mocking gaze. The daring glee veiling her green eyes is a dead giveaway that she’s pulling my leg. Slap. "Ouch. Don't punish me for beating you at your own game," she laments, rubbing her ass.

  “Cheeky princess."

  "I couldn't resist."

  "I guess I walked right into that one," I chuckle.

  "I guess you did,” she says, meeting my gaze with an expression that brooks no argument.

  “FYI, the kiss is from me. The nipple suck is from Brandon. He didn’t want to feel left out.”

  “What a dirty boyfriend,” she jokes.

  “I'm afraid it’ll only get worse when he lays eyes on you."

  "Should I be worried?"

  "Knowing your other boyfriend, I’d say you should brace yourself," I return her wide smile. “The venue we’re taking you to tonight won’t allow us to ravish you until we’re back at our place. Not that I know how that's even going to be remotely possible given how fucking hot you look in that dress, woman.”

  Amelia is wearing a gorgeous long black gown in a sheer fabric stitched with bold sequin silver flowers. The V-neck is seductive and alluring without being trashy. The look is purely elegant, just like our girl.

  “You say that because you haven't seen the shoes yet," she grins. Without giving me a chance to respond, she pulls up the fabric of her dress and stretches her leg out.

  "Holy fuck,” I hiss. My balls are throbbing hard. They feel so fucking heavy and full. Suddenly, I'm in urgent need to spill my cum right into her warm pussy with those shoes strapped to her feet. Fuck.

  But not without Brandon, I repeat over and over in my head.

  "You like?" she asks, as if she doesn't already know the answer.

  "Those must be your most dangerous shoes so far."

  "I reckon you might be right, sir." Once again, she flashes me that cocky smile.

  Her shoes are what wet dreams are made of. Our princess is wearing a pair of sexy as fuck sky-high black sandals. That’s already a lot to handle. But she had to take it up ten notches. The silver beaded straps around her ankles and the ones securing her toes make me want to drop to my knees and worship her dainty feet. Don’t get me started on her painted toes. The vibrant shade matches her lipstick perfectly. Yeah, I'm really going to have to coax myself tonight.

  "Ready to go?" I ask.

  If we don't get out of here now, I might betray myself.

  "I am. I just have to grab my handbag," she cheers. "Are you finally going to tell me where we’re going?"

  I shake my head. "Not a chance, cupcake." No one can ever blame her for not being tenacious. But, she won't win this one. We want this night to be perfect for her. "You'll find out when we get there," I inform her.

  She lets out a long sigh and crosses her arms over her chest, giving me an unimpressed eye sweep in the process. "I’m not blind you know," she says adopting a defiant stance. "I'll figure it out eventually. Why not tell me right now?"

  I take a step closer. "You underestimate us, angel. We’re former Navy SEALs. We don't leave anything to chance."

  "What? You're going to force me to keep my eyes closed during the entire ride?" she asks.

  I flash her a devilish smile. "When I say you'll find out when we get there, I mean exactly that."

  She opens her mouth to protest, but when I slide my left hand inside the pocket of my tuxedo jacket, she hesitates. She narrows her eyes at me. "What are you doing?" she asks.

  "Making sure you're in the dark for as long as possible," I pull out a black blindfold and dangle it in front of her. Her jaw drops. "And I mean that literally," I tell her.

  "You can't possibly be serious?" she quips.

  "Trust me, angel, I am."

  CHAPTER 71

  Brandon

  "Man, it's almost as if we had ordered this full moon to complement this evening," I mumble, looking up at the sky. "If the view is this stunning from down here, I can’t imagine what it'll be like when we’re up in the air." After a few minutes of contemplation, I turn around to admire the space. I nod, satisfied at the display of opulence and the display of flowers. When my eyes land on the small black bag I hid when I got here, I can't help but smile. I know with every fiber of my being we’re heading towards an unforgettable night. We’re really doing this.

  I lift my eyes up just in time to see my best friend walking through the door with our girlfriend. He's trailing behind her with his hands on her shoulders to guide her forward. The way her hands are waving frantically in front of her cracks me up.

  "Holden, are we here yet?" she asks.

  "Yes, angel. We are," he chuckles.

  "Where's Brandon?" she demands.

  "I'm here, sweetie," I say, straightening my tuxedo jacket before approaching them. “My God, she’s breathtaking,” I marvel. The compliment is meant for her, but my eyes are focused on my best friend.

  “You should see the shoes.” Holden shakes his head. “Fuck, they’re hot.”

  “I’m sure I’ll appreciate them later,” I grin.

  “Can you believe it? This sex pot is ours.” Holden's grin is ridiculous.

  “Yes, she is,” I return his wide smile. We stare at each other, exchanging one of our silent conversations. But that doesn't last long because Amelia reminds us of her presence.

  "Can I remove this stupid thing from my eyes now?" she asks, pointing at her face.

  "Our feisty princess doesn't appreciate our antics," I laugh.

  "You should've seen her on the ride here. She was as fidgety as a caged lion," Holden reveals.

  "Princess Amelia thinks that her knights-turned-boyfriends should've at least had the courtesy to tell her where she's going," she lifts her chin defiantly, pinning her closed fists at her waist. “It's only fair," she adds. The funny thing about this scenario is that now that she can remove the blindfold, she still has it on. Suddenly, we start moving and Amelia yelps in shock. She stumbles backwards, but Holden grabs her to prevent her from falling. "Blimey, what the—" She rips the blindfold from her eyes and gasps. "Oh my God," she blinks. "Are you serious?" She shifts her gaze from Holden’s to mine. "This is where you were taking me?"

  "Surprise!" Holden and I shout in unison.

  Without warning, Amelia runs towards the long white leather ottoman, drops her clutch and starts circling the capsule, nearly skipping with excitement.

  "I haven't been here since my father's been in power. I was fifteen the last time I was up here. It was with Charlie and a bunch of other girls from boarding school. We had all come back home for Easter," she says. "Those were the good old days when I could still do crazy things without having a shadow or two," she explains before turning around. "What an insane view," she exclaims looking out at the horizon.

  "That it is," I agree. I bite my lower lip when I catch sight of the sexy plunging back that reveals her soft alabaster skin and her beautiful ass in that form-fitted dress.

  "I could look at it all day long," Holden says.

  “Mmm mmm mmm,” I hum.

  She catches the humor in our voices and turns around to face us. "I don't think we’re talking about the same thing," she laughs.

  "We’re definitely not talking about the same thing," I laugh.

  "Holden promised you'd be on your best behavior tonight," she scolds with a waving finger.

  "He's right. You should expect a downpour of dirty later," I predict.


  "I'd be disappointed with anything less." She pauses. "Wait a minute. It's just the three of us?"

  I frown. "You sound surprised."

  "Is Officer Stohler downstairs? Did she ride in a different car?"

  Ah. I see. I guess it just hit her.

  "No. She's standing guard outside of your door… in her usual post." Holden responds before I do.

  "Did you have to blackmail the head of security?" Amelia asks.

  "Nah. Nothing that shady. I told your officers I had a very romantic evening planned for my girl. Of course, I didn't tell them that Brandon would already be waiting for us at the venue. They don't need to know about that. Luckily, it was enough to get me the green light I needed to take our girl out without being tailed," Holden explains.

  "Wow. I'm impressed. You're quite the smooth talker. You managed that tour de force two weeks in a row."

  Holden takes a few steps forward, closing our familiar triangle. "I've been known to be pretty convincing when I put my mind to it, angel," he flashes her a cocky grin. "When I want something, nothing can stop me."

  "I can definitely attest to that," she rasps. Her voice is so low and smoky. I doubt we’re still talking about security. She shifts her eyes and locks her gaze onto mine. She reaches a hand out and caresses my cheek with the backs of her fingers. "I have no doubt you’re as equally persuasive as my Viking boyfriend. I can't wait for us to no longer have to hide you like this." There's so much emotion in her voice. Hearing her say that, does things to me. We’ve talked about it all week long and knowing that she's as ready as we are to make our relationship public is surreal.

  "Two more weeks, sweetie," I say, matching her solemn tone.

  "I'm already counting the days, Brandon," she admits.

  "Same here.”

  Something flashes in her eyes, but she averts her gaze before I'm able to read it. "Wow! That's quite the display of gluttony," she exclaims looking at the table weighed down with an array of scrumptious hors d'oeuvres and delicious looking desserts. "Champagne, of course," she notes when her eyes move to the galvanized bucket filled with ice and bottles of the most expensive champagne on the market.