Out of Uniform Box Set: Books 4-6 plus 2 Bonus Novellas

by Kennedy, Elle

  “And look,” Cash added, his tone going somber, “I know it’s easy to brush off whatever Seth says because he’s such a smartass, but I think he’s got a point. You need to be careful, really know what you’re getting into before you commit to this. You know, dip your toe in the water before diving in. Check under the hood before you buy the car. Lick that little taste spoon at the ice cream parlor before ordering two scoops. Um, read the fine print before—”

  “Holy shit, I get the point.”

  “Hey D-Man, is McCoy bothering you?” Seth called from the pool.

  “Yeah, but I can take him,” Dylan called back.

  “You sure? Because I’d be more than happy to kick his ass for you. My punching bag at home doesn’t always let me release all my aggression, so I have no problem bashing his pretty face in.”

  Cash grinned. “And that is why he’d never make it to Mordor.”

  * * *

  Dylan strode into the condo an hour later to find Claire and Aidan tangled together on the couch. Claire was on her back with her arms twined around his neck and her mouth glued to his, while a bare-chested Aidan lay on top of her, trim hips moving as he rocked against her.

  Dylan watched in amusement for a moment, then cleared his throat.

  Both their heads swiveled in his direction, their eyes hazy with passion.

  “Am I interrupting something?” he asked politely.

  Claire offered a sheepish grin. “We got bored waiting for you.”

  “I can see that.”

  “You joining us or what?” Aidan lifted one eyebrow.

  “You know what? I think I wanna watch for a bit.”

  Unzipping his fly, he headed for the armchair and twisted it around so he had a better view of the couch. He yanked his surf shorts down his hips, sat bare-assed on the chair and wasted no time fisting his hardening dick.

  He gave his erection a few lazy strokes and waited for Claire and Aidan to resume fooling around, but they were just lying there watching him.

  “Where’s my show?” he taunted.

  “Hear that, baby? We’re the entertainment.” Aidan dipped his head to kiss her, then glanced back at Dylan with mocking eyes. “Since this is apparently all for you, why don’t you tell us what you wanna see?”

  He licked his lips. “I want Claire to suck your cock.”

  “What do you think?” Aidan asked her. “Should we give him what he wants?”

  “Yes,” she said in a breathy voice. She wiggled out from underneath Aidan’s powerful body. “Take your pants off and get on your back, baby.”

  Laughing, Aidan shucked his sweatpants and got comfortable, half-sitting, half-lying down with his head resting on the arm of the couch. His cock jutted out, long and hard and demanding attention.

  “Get him nice and wet with your mouth, and then wrap your fingers around the base,” Dylan ordered, his gaze finding Claire’s. “I want you to jack him off. Slowly.”

  Her lips parted sexily as she bent down to take Aidan’s cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed a few times, summoning a deep groan from Aidan, who gave an upward thrust, trying to stay lodged in the warm recess of her mouth.

  But Claire was very good at following instructions. As Aidan grumbled in disappointment, she released him with a wet popping sound and curled her delicate fingers around his saliva-slick shaft.

  “That’s it, nice and slow.” Dylan voiced his encouragement as her small fist began moving up and down that hard cock.

  He stroked himself idly, his attention glued to the scene before him. When he realized Claire still had a shirt on, he frowned in disapproval. “Lose the T-shirt. I wanna see your tits bouncing around while you work him.”

  Heat sizzled in her eyes, telling him she liked the husky commands he was issuing. Without delay, she took off her shirt and removed her sports bra.

  He admired her full, perky breasts, the cherry-red nipples that turned into two puckered buds the moment they were exposed to the air. He loved her tits, the sweet little sounds she made when he suckled them.

  Claire reached for Aidan’s dick and picked up where she’d left off, jerking him off in a slow rhythm. Aidan lay there at her mercy, moaning softly, hips moving in a desperate attempt to increase the tempo.

  “He wants you to go faster, but you’re not gonna, okay, honey? He pretends he doesn’t like the teasing, but he fucking loves it.”

  Her lips parted again and her tongue came out to moisten her bottom lip. Her face was flushed. So were her breasts, their rosy hue telling him she was beyond turned on.

  He tugged harder on his own dick, loving the way her tits swayed with the movement of her arm, loving the impatient growling sounds escaping from Aidan’s throat.

  “Give him your mouth now, but just suck the tip. Fuck, yeah, like that. No, don’t let him go any deeper.”

  The sight of Claire’s lips stretched around the engorged head sent a bolt of lightning to Dylan’s balls. Groaning, he fisted his erection and squeezed, enjoying the little shockwaves that sizzled through his veins.

  “Keep sucking, just like that. Just a little bit longer, and…now use your hand again.”

  Aidan’s eyes flew open. “You fucking bastard.”

  Claire’s soft laughter echoed in the room, and Dylan couldn’t help a chuckle of his own. “My show, remember?”

  As Aidan cursed them both, Claire went back to pumping his cock, until Dylan ordered her to blow him again. This time he let her wrap her fist around the shaft while she tormented Aidan’s cockhead with feather-light licks.

  “Oh, sweet Jesus,” Aidan croaked. “You’re killing me.”

  Dylan decided it was time to take pity on the man, who was clearly nearing the point of pain. “All right, honey, suck him hard and fast now.”

  Claire eagerly got to work, and Dylan’s mouth promptly flooded with saliva. She looked so damn hot, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked Aidan, her red ponytail swishing from the fervent up-and-down motion of her head.

  His own cock was ready to burst, bringing on a hoarse expletive. “Put a condom on him and ride his cock, Claire,” he ordered.

  Her eyelids fluttered open, her arm snapping out with purpose to grab the strip of condoms sitting on the coffee table. She had Aidan covered in no time, and then she was wiggling out of her shorts and panties, and impaling herself on his hard cock.

  Three groans of pleasure filled the room the second Claire seated herself fully. Dylan could swear he felt the tight clasp of her pussy clutching his own dick like a vise.

  “Uh-uh,” he chided when she began to move. “Too fast. Slow it down.”

  Aidan made a sound of sheer agony. “Goddammit, man. I’m dying here.”

  With a mocking laugh, Dylan walked over to the couch. “You’re complaining too much.” He grinned. “Here, maybe this will shut you up.”

  Without warning, he grabbed Aidan by the hair and pushed his cock into the other man’s mouth.

  A husky moan vibrated along his shaft, and when he glanced over, he saw Claire’s eyes burning with excitement.

  His lips curved into a smile. “You love seeing us suck each other off, don’t you, honey?”

  She nodded wordlessly.

  “Good, now keep riding our boy.”

  The hot suction around his cock combined with Claire’s little squeaks of pleasure as she rode Aidan was enough to short-circuit his brain. It wasn’t long before the only thought he was capable of producing was go, go, go.

  Dylan wasn’t gentle as he drove his dick all the way to the back of Aidan’s throat, fucking him with fast, deep strokes. He gripped the man’s hair and pumped his hips, thrusting harder, deeper. When he felt Aidan’s teeth scrape the underside of his shaft, he swore loudly and shuddered with pleasure that bordered on pain.

  And the entire time, he kept his gaze locked with Claire’s, knowing from her glazed expression and strained breathing that she was close.

  “She’s gonna come soon,” he told Aidan. “You’re gonna feel her cunt
squeezing your cock soon as she milks you dry.”

  With his mouth otherwise occupied, Aidan could only respond with a muffled groan. His dark eyes peered up at Dylan, blazing with such all-consuming desire it took his breath away.

  “C’mon, Claire, I wanna see you lose control.” He focused his gaze on the junction of her thighs, on the swollen clit she was rubbing with two fingers as she moved up and down Aidan’s erection. “That’s it, keep touching yourself. Make yourself come and show us how much you like riding Aidan’s big cock—”

  Claire released a blissful cry as she climaxed.

  The moment he glimpsed the ecstasy surging through her eyes, Dylan let himself go. He exploded inside Aidan’s mouth in long, hot pulses that racked his body, groaning as he watched the other man’s throat working hard to swallow his seed.

  But then the exquisite suction was suddenly gone.

  “Coming,” Aidan grunted. His long fingers dug into Claire’s slender hips as he thrust upward and shuddered.

  When Dylan glimpsed the shiny come leaking from the corner of Aidan’s mouth, he was hit with another spontaneous orgasm, more hot jets shooting out of his cock and spraying Aidan’s muscular chest.

  Holy shit. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t talk. Couldn’t see anything but the black dots dancing in front of his eyes.

  He didn’t think he’d ever come that hard in his life.

  When Claire began to laugh, the wheezy sounds brought an exhausted grin to Dylan’s lips.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I was just thinking…” she continued to shake with laughter, “…thinking how dumb I was for not wanting to be the kind of woman—” another giggle, “who did stuff like this. Because seriously? I’ve never had this much fun in my life.”

  * * *

  They wound up spending the rest of the afternoon lounging on the couch, which was officially Dylan’s new favorite piece of furniture in the condo. He and Aidan were in their boxers, Claire in nothing but Dylan’s wifebeater, and they were lying in the position that had become their trademark—Aidan on his back, Claire curled up beside him, and Dylan nestled behind her.

  Only this time, Aidan had surprised him by reaching for his hand, and Dylan’s gaze kept flitting toward the intertwined fingers resting on Claire’s hip.

  A strange undercurrent traveled between them as Aidan shifted his head to meet Dylan’s eyes.

  His breath caught, because Aidan was looking at him in a way he’d never done before. Almost like…fuck, Dylan refused to let his mind even go there. The other man had been holding a part of himself back the entire time they’d been together. It had really bothered him at first, but Dylan had eventually recognized the futility in wishing Aidan would be more vocal about his feelings.

  Except now, in this moment, there was no mistaking the tenderness in Aidan’s eyes.

  As their gazes locked, something hot and unfamiliar coursed between them, but the odd intimacy dissolved when Aidan broke the eye contact to answer Claire, who’d been talking about her latest job for the past ten minutes.

  “Sounds like there’s a reason this place is losing money,” Aidan remarked.

  “Yeah, no kidding. They literally have four people doing the job of one person,” she said in disbelief. “And don’t even get me started on one of their software designers. When I was there yesterday, he spent the entire day tinkering with his fantasy football lineup. He kept minimizing the window whenever I walked by, but one time he wasn’t fast enough and I totally recognized the site he was on—it’s the same one my dad’s fantasy league uses.”

  Dylan laughed. “Well, at least he’s doing something somewhat productive and not just fucking around on solitaire.”

  “He may as well be,” she huffed. “This company is going to run itself into the ground. The management has no idea what the employees are doing, their computer system is archaic, and when I went over their expense reports, I found that one designer is invoicing the company for her salon appointments.”

  Aidan tweaked the end of her ponytail. “I bet you can’t wait to sit down with the CEO and use that haughty voice of yours to tell him everything he’s doing wrong.”

  “Damn right I can’t wait. I swear, I don’t know how half the businesses in this country haven’t gone bankrupt yet.”

  She babbled on for several more minutes about the software company’s inefficient management and internal operations, until Dylan finally cut her off and said, “Wow. You really love what you do, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, I really do. I just wish…” She halted abruptly.

  “You wish what?” he pressed.

  “Nothing. Forget it. It’s silly.”

  Aidan tugged on her ponytail again. “Oh, just spit it out, sweetheart.”

  “Fine. Well, it’s just…sometimes I wish I could pick and choose the assignments I take. There are certain organizations that are a pain in the ass to deal with, particularly the huge conglomerates. I prefer working with small businesses because I know the owners actually value the advice I’m giving them. The big corporations pay us a ton of money and then brush off everything we say because they think they know better.”

  “Have you ever thought about going into business for yourself?” Aidan asked curiously. “Starting your own consulting firm?”

  “I have, but it’s such a scary idea, you know? Besides, I love working for Barb. She pays me well, values my opinions.” Claire shrugged. “Maybe one day I’ll try it on my own, but for now I’m happy right where I am.”

  Dylan snuggled closer to her, then stroked Aidan’s knuckles with his thumb. “I’m also happy right where I am.”

  Comfortable silence settled over them, during which Dylan experienced a feeling of pure tranquility he’d never felt before. Screw Seth’s warning about this blowing up in their faces. This felt right. This was right.

  The second the thought entered his head, there was a knock on the door.

  Since the building had strict security measures in place, nobody was allowed up without being buzzed in and approved by the lobby guard, which meant their bad-timing knocker was either a neighbor or a member of the condo board.

  “Not it.” Aidan and Claire blurted out the same two syllables half a second apart.

  “You guys are jerks,” Dylan said with a disgruntled groan.

  “Not our fault you didn’t say it in time,” Claire answered cheerfully.

  Sighing, he climbed off the couch and strode toward the front hall. Rather than open the door, he peered into the peephole first—and his heart promptly stopped beating. Shit.

  Shit, shit, shit.

  Just as he was debating whether to pretend nobody was home, another sharp knock sounded on the door.

  “Dylan, I know you’re in there,” Chris called angrily. “Your doorman told me you’re home, so open the goddamn door.”

  Fuck, he didn’t even have time to go and throw some clothes on. Judging by the seething look on Chris’s face, Dylan was scared that if he didn’t answer now, his brother might actually break down the door.

  He took a breath. Dragged a hand over his hair, which was messy from both Claire and Aidan running their fingers through it.

  And then he opened the door.

  Chris took one look at Dylan’s attire—or lack thereof—and muscled his way inside. “Where is she?” he demanded.

  “Chris—” Dylan stepped into his brother’s path.

  “Where the hell is she?” Chris gave him a hard shove and bulldozed past him, his expensive wingtips slapping the hardwood as he stormed off.

  Racing after his brother, Dylan tried to intercept him before he could reach the living room, but it was too late.

  Chris froze in his tracks when he spotted Claire and Aidan on the couch. His green eyes narrowed, absorbed the couple’s half-naked state, then traveled from the couch to the doorway, where Dylan stood in resigned silence.

  Sucking in an angry breath, Chris swung his head back in Claire’s direction. “You whore
,” he spat out. “You dirty fucking whore.”

  17

  Claire felt like someone had yanked the rug out from under her. She jumped off the couch like her ass was on fire and scrambled around for her clothes, until she remembered that Aidan had stripped her out of them in the kitchen, where they’d fooled around before moving to the couch.

  Her arms dangled at her sides in defeat, but she lifted her chin in defiance as she met her ex-fiancé’s horrified eyes. “Hi, Chris,” she said coolly. “You look tanned.”

  His breathing came out in uneven pants as he advanced on her, but he stopped when Aidan took an aggressive step forward and protectively moved Claire out of the way.

  “How fucking sweet,” Chris said in disgust. “Look at your lover, playing the hero.” His furious gaze shifted to Dylan. “I can’t believe you did this! You steal my fiancée and bring her back to your perverted lair for some disgusting orgy with your roommate?”

  Dylan’s voice was cold enough to freeze an ocean. “I didn’t steal anything. You walked out on Claire, which means you have no right to pass judgment on what she does or who she does it with.”

  Chris made a sound that was a cross between a growl and a squawk. “I knew you were a horny fucker, Dylan, but this? This? Screwing the woman I was going to marry? Next thing you’ll tell me, you’re screwing him too.”

  Claire saw Dylan’s strong jaw harden, saw his hands tighten into fists, but rather than voice a denial or ignore the accusation, he surprised everyone in the room by saying, “Actually, I am.”

  Deafening silence.

  Claire almost laughed at Chris’s expression. Shock mingled with revulsion, mixed in with a splash of horror. His face had gone devoid of color, and his mouth hung open as he stared at his brother.

  Dylan crossed his arms over his bare chest and slanted his head. “What, no response? No insightful commentary?”

  Chris shook his head, once, twice, half a dozen times, as if he couldn’t fathom what he’d just heard. Then his ashen face turned beet red, and he looked like he was about to vomit.