The TV was on, but the three of them didn’t pay much attention to it. Easy conversation flowed between them, eventually landing on the one subject Mia had been desperately curious about.
“Claire and Aidan come home on Sunday.” Dylan’s face shone with excitement.
“Nice. Does that mean you’re finally gonna shut up about how you’re not gettin’ any?” Jackson cracked.
“Nah, I’ll just start babbling about how much I’m getting.”
Mia met Dylan’s eyes, a tad hesitant. “So you’re in a committed relationship with two people, huh?”
“Yep.”
“A permanent threesome.”
“Yep.”
“How does that work?” she blurted out. “I mean, do you have sex with one person one night, and the other the next night?”
Dylan snickered. “Why would I do something so boring? It’s all three of us, every night.” He paused. “Well, unless one of them isn’t in the mood. Then it’s one-on-one, with Claire or Aidan watching. Or if I’m not feeling it—which is rare, FYI—I’ll just watch the two of them get it on.”
The craziest rush of heat traveled through Mia’s body and landed right between her legs. Before she could stop it, the thought of Dylan in bed with a woman and another man flew into her head, followed by the wicked image of him in a chair while his two lovers fucked each other in front of him.
That the idea turned her on beyond belief confirmed what she’d already started to suspect—she was a dirty, dirty girl. Which totally explained why she’d never enjoyed sex in the past. Her previous sexual encounters had taken place in a bedroom, one-on-one, missionary all the way with the occasional her-on-top thrown into the mix.
But Jackson had introduced her to a whole new world. Dominance, spanking, toys, unbelievable oral. And who could forget the very first time she’d gone out with him, when he’d brought her to climax in the middle of a parking lot? Afterward, she’d realized that the risk of getting caught had contributed greatly to the explosive orgasm she’d had that night, and ever since then she’d started to anticipate her encounters with Jackson. It thrilled her, never knowing what he had in store for her, and she couldn’t deny that she loved the way he ordered her around, not to mention his complete lack of inhibition.
Clearly Dylan was equally uninhibited, because for the next ten minutes, he explained—in great detail—the mechanics of having sex with more than one person. By the time he hopped off the couch to use the bathroom, Mia was squirming on the cushions, so turned on she could barely breathe.
Jackson, of course, wasted no time commenting on her agitated state.
“Ah, sugar, you’re as red as a tomato.” He slid closer so he could put his arm around her shoulder. “You like hearing Dylan talk about his sex life, eh?”
She sighed. “If I say yes, will you punish me for it next time I see you?”
He nipped her ear with his teeth. “Damn right I will. You know how much I love punishing you.”
When he sucked gently on her neck, she shivered and tried to pull away. “Don’t start anything you can’t finish,” she warned. “Dylan will be back any sec.”
“Don’t care. I’m drunk ’n horny and I wanna kiss you.”
His mouth found hers, and despite the fact that they had company, Mia was helpless to stop the kiss. Her lips parted to grant his tongue access, and another shiver danced along her skin when she tasted the alcohol on his lips.
“I’m sorry I sprung Dylan on you tonight,” he murmured as he pulled back. “I know you wanted us to be alone, but he was just so miserable. All the other guys bailed on drinks and he would’ve had to go back to an empty house…” Jackson shrugged. “I felt bad for the guy.”
She smiled. “It’s all right, I really don’t mind. He’s fun to be around.”
“Thanks for being so understanding.” He offered a smile of his own before leaning in to kiss her again.
His spicy, masculine scent surrounded her, and she breathed him in, loving that intoxicating fragrance. Loving the way his tongue swirled over hers, the warmth of his hand on her hip, the scrape of his dark stubble against her cheek.
It took all of her willpower to end the kiss, but she did so with a groan. “Jackson, we can’t—”
He cut her off with another liplock, this one hotter, deeper and accompanied by his big hands sliding underneath her shirt to cup her breasts.
She squeaked in protest, but his touch felt so good she didn’t put up much of a struggle. Instead, she let him fondle her aching breasts for several seconds and tried not to moan when he pinched her nipples through her bra.
They needed to stop. She knew that. Or at least, her brain knew it. Her body had other ideas. It melted into him, tingling and quaking as Jackson devoured her mouth.
“Ahem.”
They broke apart at Dylan’s loud interjection and found him standing in the living room doorway, his green eyes twinkling.
“Ah, sorry,” Jackson said sheepishly, then offered the same excuse he’d given her earlier. “Three beers on an empty stomach. Y’know how it is, bro.”
Mia’s cheeks were scorching, but the pang of embarrassment did nothing to diminish her arousal. She was still insanely turned on.
And from the looks of it, so was Dylan.
There was no mistaking the bulge in his khakis, or the flare of heat that ignited his expression.
“I have two questions,” Dylan finally said. “One—are the two of you really gonna fool around right there on the couch?”
Mia’s face went hotter. She opened her mouth, armed with an apology, but Dylan didn’t let her voice it.
“And two—can I watch?”
10
Jackson had been friends with Dylan for a very long time, which meant he possessed the ability to know exactly when his friend was joking around—and when he was dead serious.
Right now?
Dylan was dead serious.
Leaning against the doorframe with a boner in his pants and lust in his eyes, the SEAL sought out Jackson’s gaze and lifted one eyebrow.
Jackson’s first instinct was to say “heck no”, but the look on Mia’s face stopped him. She was blushing like crazy, yes. Squirming with discomfort, definitely.
But her eyes flickered with undeniable interest.
He couldn’t even say he was surprised. Mia had proven to be the most open-minded woman he’d ever been with. She gave him free rein of her body, agreed to every wicked request, and he knew she loved exploring this new adventurous side she’d always denied having.
“Voyeurism turns you on,” he said slowly.
The flush on her face deepened. “I don’t know. Does it?”
His gaze landed on the rigid nipples poking right through her shirt. “Yeah, I think it does. I think you want Dylan to watch us.”
Her pulse jumped in the hollow of her throat. “I…don’t know.”
Her gaze moved to Dylan now, who eyed her expectantly. “You’re in a relationship,” she sputtered. “Claire and Aidan will probably be furious if you…”
“If I what? Watch porn?” Dylan shrugged. “’Cause this would be the equivalent of that, and trust me, they have no issues with me jerking it to outside entertainment.”
Mia still looked hesitant, which prompted Dylan to grab his phone from his pocket. He dialed as he strode toward them, put it on speakerphone, then sank down on the armchair opposite the couch and held up the phone.
After three rings, a happy female voice answered. “Hey, babe, what’s up?”
“Hi, honey,” Dylan greeted his girlfriend. “Is Aidan around?”
“Yep. He’s sitting right beside me.”
Claire McKinley’s voice held a note of mischief, leading Jackson to suspect that Dylan’s lovers were doing a lot more than “sitting”.
“Do me a favor, Claire-Bear, and put me on speaker so I can talk to you both.”
A second later, Aidan’s deep voice rumbled over the line. “Everything okay, man?”
There was a loud snort. “Hypothetically, or, happening right now?” Claire demanded.
“Definitely hypothetical at the moment, with a fifty percent chance of becoming reality,” Dylan said cheerfully. “Thoughts?”
The utter absurdity of the request made Jackson grin, which then caused him to question why the heck he was even cool with this. He’d always made an effort to keep his sex life private. Hadn’t accepted any threesome invites from the guys, didn’t talk about what he did behind closed doors, and yet here he was, entertaining the idea of letting his buddy witness him getting intimate with Mia.
Maybe the alcohol he’d consumed were affecting his judgment.
Or maybe Mia’s desire for exploration had rubbed off on him.
Either way, his cock was rock-hard beneath his jeans, and the heat rushing through his veins had nothing to do with alcohol. He wanted to fuck Mia. Right here, right now. He didn’t give a damn if he had an audience—all he knew was that if he didn’t get inside his woman soon, he was gonna go crazy.
“Well,” Claire said, sounding pensive, “I know how miserable you’ve been since we left. I guess you deserve to have a little fun.”
Jackson’s grin widened when he heard Mia’s breath hitch.
“You should jerk off if it’s cool with them,” Aidan said graciously. “It’s no fun watching and not getting off.”
“Oh, and memorize every inch of Texas’s body,” Claire chimed in. “And then describe it to me later. I’m dying to know what he looks like naked.”
“Fuck, me too,” Aidan said instantly. “I bet he’s hung like a stallion.”
Now Mia’s entire body vibrated with laughter, prompting Jackson to glare at her. Claire and Aidan had no idea he and Mia were listening in, and their interest in his dick made him feel…weird. And…well, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t inflate his ego. Just a bit.
“So yeah, we’re cool with it,” Claire told her boyfriend. “But no touching, babe. You can put your hands to good use when we get home.”
Dylan was practically glowing. “Deal. Love you guys. See you Sunday.”
After he disconnected the call, he gave them a smug look and said, “See? It’s all good.”
Mia resumed her fidgeting.
“What do you say, sugar?” Jackson asked in a gruff voice. “Feel like putting on a show?”
“I…” She licked her visibly dry lips. “Um…I…damn it, just fuck me already!”
Her outburst made both men chuckle. Jackson searched her gaze once more, needing to know that she was fully committed, but he saw in her smoldering eyes that she was.
She wanted to do this.
So did he.
Fuck if he could figure that one out.
Awareness sizzled in the living room, so hot and thick that Jackson’s throat turned to sawdust. His erection strained against his zipper, demanding attention. Craving release.
A glance at Dylan’s lower body confirmed that the guy was suffering the same discomfort. But Dylan didn’t move a muscle, didn’t blink, not until the silence dragged on, at which point he finally flashed Jackson a deep smirk.
“Well, dang, Texas,” he said mockingly. “What are you waiting for?”
Not one to back down from a challenge, Jackson smirked back.
And unbuckled his belt.
* * *
Mia’s heart stopped. It literally stopped in her chest, coming to a grinding record-screeching halt as Jackson undid his jeans. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Dylan was sitting five feet away, and Jackson was taking off his pants.
She blinked a few times to make sure she wasn’t imagining it, but nope, he was actually shoving his jeans down his legs. Kicking them away.
Reaching for the waistband of his boxer-briefs.
Tugging on it.
When his cock was revealed, Mia wasn’t the only one who moaned.
In the armchair, Dylan’s eyes had grown heavy-lidded. “Jesus fucking Christ, Texas,” he hissed out. “I really want to suck your cock right now.”
Another anguished moan slipped out of Mia’s mouth.
Dylan responded with a rueful laugh. “I’m sure the idea turns you right on, honey, but you heard the mister and missus. I’m not allowed to touch—” He groaned suddenly, alerting Mia’s attention to the fact that Jackson was now stroking his erection.
“Goddammit,” Dylan swore. “Why didn’t I know about that piercing, Texas?”
Jackson chuckled and rubbed the silver ball bearings with his thumb. “’Cause I never participated in any of your orgies.” He gave his cock a firm pump. “And don’t you worry about not being able to suck me off. Mia knows exactly what to do. Don’t cha, sugar?”
She’d barely managed a nod when she found herself being yanked off the couch and onto her knees.
Jackson released a hoarse groan the second her lips clamped around him.
So did Dylan.
Mia took him in deep, just the way he liked it, then shifted slightly so she could look at Dylan. Her pulse burst into a gallop when she noticed that he’d unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
Oh Jesus. He was sitting there stroking himself, his sultry gaze glued to the sight of his friend’s erection buried inside her mouth.
The pressure between her legs became unbearable. Her entire body was so hot and tight she felt like she was going to explode. Sucking Jackson’s dick never failed to evoke that same response, except tonight the sensations were amplified. Tonight she was being watched as she performed the erotic act, and damned if that didn’t flood her with excitement.
She flicked her tongue over his piercing for a few languid moments, then sucked on his tip and whimpered when a salty drop infused her taste buds. His fingers tangled in her hair, stroking gently as his low murmur of encouragement filled the room.
“That’s it, sugar, nice and slow tonight. If I fuck your mouth hard I’ll come, and I don’t wanna come anywhere but inside you.”
Mia continued to tease him, alternating between slow, soft licks and long, deep pulls. As she skimmed her tongue along the underside of his shaft, her eyes met Dylan’s, who was watching her attentively. Her gaze lowered to his cock, long and hard and oozing with precome, and her inner muscles clenched almost painfully.
Without looking away, Dylan stroked himself faster, a satisfied smile tugging on his lips.
“Baby doll, I think it’s time you got naked,” Jackson rasped. “Up you go.”
She was suddenly hauled onto her feet, while his hands whipped her thin blue shirt up and over her head. He moved behind her to flick the back clasp of her bra. When it popped open to reveal her breasts, she was standing directly in Dylan’s field of vision, offering him a perfect view of her chest.
Dylan still didn’t say a word, but his nostrils flared as he gazed at her. His hand slowed down, working his cock in a leisurely tempo.
“I love these tits,” Jackson muttered, reaching around so he could cup them with his warm hands.
He pinched both nipples, unfazed that his friend’s eyes were following his every movement. Then those talented hands drifted down her belly and hooked beneath the waistband of her leggings, pulling them off right along with her panties. He straightened up, one hand finding a breast again, the other gliding over her mound before he parted her folds with his fingers and rubbed her clit with his thumb.
“Spread your legs wider, darlin’.” His hot breath tickled the side of her neck as he nuzzled her sensitized skin. “Let him see your pretty pussy.”
Mia knew she was blushing like crazy. She also knew that the second she widened her stance, Dylan would notice the moisture that was dripping from her core and sticking to her thighs.
But she’d already discovered that she couldn’t say no to Jackson Ramsey,
and so her legs parted of their own volition, officially putting her on display to the blond SEAL in front of them.
Dylan sucked in a breath.
“She’s dripping wet, ain’t she?” Jackson chuckled. “Yeah, she gets very wet when she’s excited, right, Mia?”
“Y-yes,” she breathed.
The expression on Dylan’s face grew tortured as he finally broke his silence. “Damn those jerks for laying down the law. I want to join in so fucking bad.”
Jackson’s thumb grazed Mia’s swollen clit. “Wouldn’t let you even if you could,” he told his friend. “This pussy belongs to me.”
“No prob. I would have just fucked your ass instead.”
The wicked words summoned another moan from Mia’s lips, and another laugh from Jackson. “Jesus, man, you really are a manwhore. Don’t care where you stick your dick as long as it’s warm and deep.”
“And tight,” Dylan added with a grin. “Don’t forget tight.”
Male laughter wafted all around them, but the moment of lighthearted banter didn’t last. Jackson was suddenly spinning her around, arranging her body so that her torso was draped over the arm of the couch, her elbows rested on the cushions and her ass was at level with his groin.
A quiver of anticipation traveled through her as Jackson came up behind her and ground his cock against her ass cheeks. She heard a rustling sound, and twisted her head to see him peel his shirt off his broad shoulders, leaving him bare-chested.
God, that chest. Golden skin and sculpted muscles, a feast for her eyes. And his cock…he’d gripped it with one hand and was rubbing the tip over her puckered asshole.
She held her breath, quivering wildly. Was he going to take her anal virginity right here in front of his friend? She wasn’t sure if the idea thrilled her or scared her, but he quickly squashed the notion by driving inside her pussy with one fluid stroke.
She gasped as he filled her to the hilt. Groaned when he rotated his hips and allowed his piercing to stroke her inner walls.
Her gaze found Dylan’s again, and the glazed passion in his eyes robbed her of breath.
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