Protect Me - A Steamy Bodyguard Romance (You Can't Resist a Bad Boy Book 5)

by Layla Valentine

“I understand,” Zach gently answers.

  Ethan nods. “You look good.”

  “So do you.”

  My heart swells. “You guys, I seriously think I’m going to cry.”

  Zach chuckles and squeezes my knee. I can feel Ethan clocking the touch.

  “You’re the one who did this, Noelle,” Ethan says. “If you ever took no for an answer—”

  “Life would be boring,” Zach interrupts.

  Ethan’s eyes dance. “That it would be.”

  “I should go,” I say, collecting my papers and putting them all into one neat pile. “You guys need to catch up.”

  “No,” Ethan quickly answers. “Stay.”

  His eyes are on mine, holding me down. Zach has removed his hand from my leg, but I can feel the energy he’s emitting. He wants me to remain as well.

  “What’s the deal with you two?” Ethan asks suddenly.

  It’s such a direct question, I don’t know how to respond. My mouth is hanging open, but nothing but air comes out. I look to Zach for help, but he only raises his eyebrows, signaling that I should be the one to answer.

  “We, uh… We’ve been seeing each other,” I tell Ethan.

  I expect a flash of anger, but he only nods thoughtfully. “All right. Does this mean that you and I are at an end?”

  My heart feels like it’s bleeding. I glance back at Zach. We haven’t talked about Ethan since the conversation in Zach’s kitchen the other night, with the exception of me telling him about this meeting and him insisting that he come along.

  “We haven’t discussed that,” Zach answers for me. “This is new, so there aren’t any exact stipulations yet.”

  “I see,” Ethan says in a low voice.

  “What do you want, Noelle?” Zach squeezes my hand.

  Ethan’s watching me as well, interest etched all over his face. My head pounds, nerves taking me over. “I want…”

  Do I dare say it?

  “Am I supposed to be honest?” I ask.

  Ethan and Zach glance at each other, and Ethan smirks. For a second, I see the rebirth of the friendship they gave up on so long ago.

  “Yes,” Ethan says. “Be honest.”

  I look back at Zach one more time for confirmation. He gives me an encouraging nod, and I realize that he truly is here for me.

  I also realize that I want the same from Ethan.

  “I want you both,” I say, my voice small.

  My declaration hangs there for a while, and neither of the guys say anything.

  “In what way?” Ethan finally asks.

  I swallow down my fear. “The… The way that I’ve had you guys.”

  Ethan’s pupils dilate. “And what way is that?” he demands.

  I lock our gaze. “Together,” I whisper. “At the same time.”

  His breathing picks up. He likes the idea.

  Zach’s hand rubs my lower back, making excitement and need burst through me.

  “You want a threesome?” Ethan specifies.

  “Yes,” I answer.

  Ethan’s eyebrows rise. “Zach?”

  I slide my gaze over to Zach, uncertain of what I’m going to find there. My new boyfriend’s eyes latch onto mine, and he gives a nod.

  Ethan grins. “My suite is on the top floor.”

  Chapter 19

  What…the…hell.

  This is really happening. Ethan is pulling me by the hand across the lobby, Zach following close behind.

  The elevator doors open and we step inside. The instant the doors close, shutting out the rest of the world, Ethan pulls me against him. Our lips lock, his tongue hungrily pressing against mine.

  I can feel Zach only inches away, watching us. His gaze heats up my back, stoking the fire that’s building between my legs. The very idea of having one man I care for watch me kiss a second man I care for makes me feel like I’m melting.

  We break off the kiss with a wet gasp, and Ethan turns me around, offering me to Zach.

  Within an instant, I’m across the elevator and in Zach’s arms. His hands work their way under my shirt as his mouth claims me. I remember what he told me in the kitchen, about how he said I was his.

  I’m his, and he’s sharing me.

  The gratitude filling me in this moment could not be any stronger.

  With the elevator opening again, both Zach and Ethan grasp my hands. We move down the hallway, taking our time as I squeeze their palms.

  Ethan unlocks his suite, and we enter a gorgeous living room. The place is lavishly decorated in gold and white and has a massive window showcasing the city, but there’s not much time to take in the view. Ethan is taking me once more, holding the sides of my face as he kisses me deep.

  “I’ve never done this before,” I gasp as we break the kiss.

  Zach kisses the back of my neck. “I haven’t either.”

  Ethan grins wickedly. “Guess I’m the expert here. Don’t worry.” He loosens his tie. “It comes a lot more naturally than you would expect.” He presses his hand against my waist. “Tonight is about you, Noelle.”

  Zach comes to stand next to me, rubbing the back of my neck as he does so. “It is,” he agrees. “You brought us back together.”

  “So we should thank you for it,” Ethan says.

  I look between the two of them, not sure what to say. How do I express my appreciation for these two? My love? My desire?

  “Just relax and enjoy it,” Zach whispers in my ear. A shiver goes down my back, and I close my eyes.

  Zach gently lifts my face, lovingly kissing me as Ethan presses against my back. Gentle caresses cover my hips and waist. As Zach’s tongue slides across mine, Ethan pushes my skirt up and massages my thighs.

  I wrap my arms around Zach’s neck, kissing him harder as I push my rear back against Ethan. It’s so much like the dream I had with the two of them in it, except this time it’s even better. I can pinch myself all I want to, and I’ll never wake up.

  Ethan pulls my skirt down, freeing me from the fabric’s tight shackles. At the same time, Zach unbuttons my blouse. I feel my nipples growing tighter beneath my bra, aching with need.

  With my outer layer gone, I’m left only wearing my bra, panties, pantyhose, and heels. Ethan gets down on his knees next to me, his hands still working my ass. I sigh in pleasure, nuzzling my face into Zach’s neck, and he kisses the top of my head.

  “The couch,” Zach instructs.

  Ethan stands, taking my hand and leading me to the center of the room. There, he sets me in the middle of the couch. Both men stand in front of me, their faces flushed and filled with desire. The bulges in their pants are growing, making my mouth water.

  I can’t rush this, though. I’ve been wanting this night so badly, never believing it could really happen. Now that it’s here, I’m not going to waste a single minute.

  “God, I want to rip those tights right off of her,” Ethan hisses.

  “You’re not the only one,” Zach replies.

  A low moan escapes my mouth. They could talk like this all night long, and I would be happy. As it is, though, Zach makes the next move, removing his jacket and shirt and dropping them on the floor.

  Ethan follows, and I keep my eyes on them as they undress, afraid to miss anything. Within a minute, they have only their boxers on. Zach takes a seat on the couch next to me and turns my face to his.

  Our tongues dance together, sometimes scraping against the very backs of our teeth and sometimes not even making it into each other’s mouths. He lays one arm behind my shoulders and runs the other hand across my chest. Through my padded bra, he kneads my breasts, working them around in that way he knows I like.

  Feeling Ethan’s hands on my legs, I look down and see him spreading my thighs. He’s on his knees, licking his lips. Seizing my thin pantyhose in his hands, he rips a hole in them, right between my legs. I yelp in surprise and excitement.

  Taking note of what’s happening, Zach growls in approval. His own pleasure makes mine increase as well
, and I push my tongue back into his mouth. We feed off our combined joy as he pushes my bra down and twists a nipple.

  A gentle touch presses against my mound, and I crack an eye open just in time to see Ethan burying his face in the hole he’s ripped. His tongue grazes my tight bud, making me cry out.

  In response, Zach twists my nipple harder. We stop kissing to watch Ethan eat me out. The sounds of sucks and licks fill the room, and my body trembles with ecstasy.

  “That’s it, baby,” Zach whispers in my ear as he massages my breast. “Come for Ethan.”

  The words are all that’s needed to send me over the edge. I come with a yell, bucking my hips against Ethan.

  I gasp for air as the pleasure winds down and bury my face in Zach’s neck once more.

  “Good girl,” he tells me with a kiss on my head.

  Ethan stands, dropping his boxers in the process. His dick protrudes aggressively, fully hard and ready. He strokes its base, his determined eyes on me. “The bed,” he says simply.

  Zach stands as well and picks me up. Ethan follows us through the open double doors and into the bedroom, where Zach gently lays me down on the edge of the massive bed.

  I prop myself up on my elbows, legs hanging over the side of the bed as Zach drops his boxers. Ethan is already pulling off my heels. He unrolls my ripped pantyhose before climbing on the bed next to me and unhooking me bra.

  The air is delicious against my skin, the sensation made even better thanks to the knowledge that all three of us are naked now. Ethan leans over, covering my mouth with his. I press my hand against the back of his head as we kiss, a fresh wave of desire washing over me.

  “Lie back,” I tell him, taking over the domineering role I know he loves.

  With a smile, he scoots back on the bed and props his head up with his arms. I shuffle forward and seize the base of his length. Its heat shoots through my palm and into my core, making the muscles of my channel twitch in anticipation.

  Gently stroking Ethan’s length, I lower my head and take a taste. The bed creaks as Zach joins us. There’s a touch against my shoulder, and then he’s taking my hair and holding it loosely as I lick long paths up Ethan’s shaft.

  Ethan jerks against my tongue. Wanting to feel him do that over and over again, I bob my head quickly, working him with what I hope is the right amount of speed. He groans, bucking his hips against my mouth.

  I can’t take it anymore. I need to have him inside of me before I burst. Sitting up straight, I look at Zach. He knows what’s on my mind, and gives me his assurance with a simple nod.

  Tossing one leg over Ethan, I straddle him and lower myself slowly down. He clings to my hips as I pierce myself with his head. His whole length slides in, perfect and pulsing.

  Ethan bites his lip, tossing his head back in pleasure as I rock against him. Zach’s on me once more, teasing my clit as we kiss. The stimulation of so many pleasure points has me gasping for air. I bounce against Ethan, my mouth breaking off from Zach’s with each thrust. I always find his lips again, though, taking my kiss back to where it belongs.

  Exhaustion gets to me, and I have to slow down, my frantic rocks turning into lethargic ones. Zach lets go of me and lies down next to Ethan. Seeing his tight body stretched out, muscles and dick both hard, has me licking my lips.

  Easing off of Ethan, I climb onto Zach, nestling against his chest. He wraps his arms around my back as he pushes into me, my entrance already throbbing and waiting for him. I groan against him, pushing my body down until there’s nothing left to take in.

  Leaving a kiss on Zach’s lips, I lean back up, riding him the same way that I did Ethan. Everything is reversed this time, with Ethan’s lips sucking on my neck and Zach running his hands across my legs and thighs.

  “Do you want us both?” Ethan asks in between quick exhales.

  My eyes find Zach’s. “Whatever you want,” he says.

  Both of them. At once.

  Can I handle that?

  Zach’s finger pressing against my mound, giving me double stimulation, tells me I can. I’ll take everything these two have to give me. How many times have I wished to be in this very situation?

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  Zach growls happily and kisses me hard. “Lean forward,” he says.

  I do as instructed, going flat against Zach’s chest once more. The man under me kisses me tenderly as Ethan stretches my ass cheeks.

  “Fuck her good,” Ethan instructs. “Make her hungry for it.”

  Zach rolls his hips up and into me, giving me a strong hit of sweetness. Ethan’s wet fingers press against my tight ring, testing and probing. The sensation makes me tense up.

  “It’s all right,” Ethan coos. “Just relax.”

  His words comfort me, and I let myself relax against Zach. He’s still pushing into me, his thrusts slow and easy.

  Ethan stretches my cheeks wider, and pressure hits my hole there. He drives in, and I yelp from the piercing sensation. A second later, though, and he’s deep in.

  I’m stretched to the brim, so full I think I might burst. The guys both rock into me, push after push bringing me happiness. The soreness from Ethan’s entry eases, and ecstasy like none I’ve ever known builds.

  Zach’s breath kisses my lips, and his hands run all over my torso. I push slightly up and down, riding the both of them.

  An arm loops around my waist and tugs slightly. Ethan is guiding me up, pulling me into a sitting position. His dick goes even deeper into me, and I cry out. It’s too intense. There’s too much of them.

  But I never want it to stop.

  I rock on and on, both of the guys nudging gently into me, meeting me halfway. Without any warning, an orgasm barrels through me. I press my back against Ethan’s chest and yell my way through it as he kisses my jaw. I feel his dick getting larger, his balls slapping against me. With his own cry, he explodes deep in me.

  I’m whimpering from the pleasure, from the exhaustion, from the overload of it all. Ethan pulls gingerly out of me and I collapse onto Zach once more. This time, instead of having me stay on top, he seizes my hips and rolls over.

  Buried in me to the hilt, Zach drives fast and hard into me. I cling to his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist, my whole body shaking from his efforts. Gasping, he pulls out and bursts across the comforter before collapsing on my left.

  On my other side, Ethan wears a giant grin. “God, Noelle…”

  “I know,” Zach murmurs, turning on his side and kissing my neck.

  I giggle and turn on my own side, my back against Zach and my front facing Ethan. The man behind me wraps his arms around me and snuggles me close as I trail my fingers across Ethan’s chest.

  “How do you feel?” Ethan asks.

  “Amazing,” I sigh.

  “Me too,” Zach chimes in.

  Across me, Ethan looks at Zach. “Did you ever think this is where we’d be six years after graduation?”

  The warm breath from Zach’s chuckle hits my neck. “Not at all.”

  Ethan takes my hand and intertwines our fingers. “Thank you. I know I was hard on you. I just… I was resistant to this whole thing.”

  I press two lips against his mouth, gently silencing him. “It’s all right. I understand. And thank you for not firing me throughout this whole thing.”

  Ethan laughs and brings my hand to his mouth for a kiss. “You’re a fireball, Noelle. That’s what’s so great about you.”

  “Among other things,” Zach says, lightly nipping my shoulder.

  “Hey!” I yelp, wiggling against him. He’s got me locked in hard, though, and I’m not going anywhere.

  Not that I would ever want to.

  The End

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  STEAL ME

  Layla Valentine
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  Chapter 1

  Owen

  The fact that I had grown bored with the daily grind was an undeniable one. Every day since the end of my last mission had been the same routine, and I was seeking some sort of entertainment.

  Entertainment besides the kind I found in the bedrooms of nearly every woman on the island where I was stationed. I wasn’t the type to settle for a monotonous lifestyle, but it wasn’t as if I could simply up and leave the base, so I was left to enjoy all that Hawaii had to offer—which, granted, was plenty.

  Was it so unfathomable for a guy to actually want to do his job? I became a Navy SEAL for a reason: to see the world, to serve, for action.

  Thankfully, I’d gotten out of my parents’ tiny shack in West Virginia some years ago, but this was the first time I’d had such difficulty dealing with a dry spell. Typically, the time between missions maxed out at a couple of weeks, during which I’d get hammered and do a tour of every eligible lady’s bedroom in town.

  You could say I was getting tired of the same shit, different day routine. There was little I could do but suffer through it, going through the same daily workout practices and cleaning schedules.