Spy Games: Birthday Games

by Mia Downing

  “Afraid you can’t take the heat?”

  Yes. “I like to drive.”

  Chase shook his head and rolled his eyes. “You let women on top. You’re a fucking slacker. If you could just lie there all day and have women service you, you would.”

  Yeah, he was a whore that way. “I’m afraid you’ll squish me.”

  “Big baby. Just because you all piled on me last time and plastered my ribs to my spine—”

  “Do I get a say?” Kate stood with her arms crossed over her chest, a condom packet between her fingers.

  “No,” they said at the same time, and Jake had to laugh. He was being stupid about this. It was just a threesome, something he’d done a zillion times before with Chase. It didn’t matter where he took Kate, front or back. She belonged to Chase, and Jake loved her, like a second cousin he’d fuck senseless. Never marry, even if she loved him more than Chase. He’d never go anywhere near there again, not when the gift of love could be taken away so easily. Quickly.

  “Kate, darlin’, come ride me, and you can suck Chase until he’s ready to play, too.” An idea popped into Jake’s brain, courtesy of the gutter, and he added, “Ride me in reverse.” He liked that. Staring at Kate’s firm ass would be much safer than feeling her skin on his.

  “Reverse?” Her brow furrowed, and she chucked him the condom. He sheathed himself, and she straddled him so she faced his feet, his cock brushing her bare pussy lips. He went from hard to diamond-hard in a heartbeat, his pulse kicking up two notches.

  “Not very adventuresome, are you guys.” He slapped Kate on the ass, just for good measure.

  She flinched and glared over her shoulder. “Okay, I’m sick of the ass slapping.”

  “Not at all submissive, woman.”

  “Fuck you, not adventuresome,” Chase added. “Just because I don’t let random, European women shove their fingers up my ass doesn’t mean I’m not adventuresome.” Chase frowned at the bed, and then his wife. “This isn’t going to work.”

  “She wasn’t random.” And actually, he’d lied. He couldn’t even remember which woman had introduced him to the joys of anal exploration, but she was as American as he was. Kate didn’t need to know any of that. He was even more of a whore than Chase. Jake craned his neck to glance around Kate. “Yeah, huh, she’s too high. Hop off, darlin’.”

  Kate hopped off, and Jake went to the end of the bed and lay on the bench with his feet on the bed, his ass at the very end. Chase would fit between his legs, and Kate should be just at the right height. Damn Chase for being taller.

  Chase steadied Kate as she straddled Jake’s hips again, and he sucked in a deep breath. Jake closed his eyes as she angled his erection against her damp heat. He willed his mind to picture someone else, anyone else…Tia. God, she’d be just as hot, just as tight, only she probably wouldn’t give him the time of day again. The last time they’d been together, Chase had 911’d him to the airport because Charlotte needed backup.

  Jake had barely had time to undo the restraints, kiss her sweet mouth, and run, since he’d taken the bike instead of his truck and didn’t have his emergency flight bag with him. As it was, he’d almost missed his flight. He hadn’t had time to linger, to bring Tia to the orgasm she deserved, and he felt like shit about it. He’d texted to say he was sorry but hadn’t heard from her. No doubt she was deep undercover somewhere.

  But it was his birthday, and he didn’t have to think about that now. He flexed his hips, inching himself deeper into Kate, loving how her cunt clenched him on the out stroke, tight and hot. He opened one eye. Chase was kissing her, his hands in her blonde hair, tugging, his fingers sinking to her scalp. She moaned into Chase’s mouth, the sound sexy as hell, the motion of her grinding her pubic bone on his balls almost too much.

  In that moment, Jake felt…alone. Yeah, he was second. They were married for Christ’s sake. But that electric current that seemed to surround the two swirled, the energy fierce, intense. One of Chase’s hands disappeared from her head to sandwich between them, and from the flood of juices he felt around his cock, Jake would bet his favorite gun that Chase had pinched one of Kate’s nipples. She squirmed on Jake’s dick, forcing him in harder. But Jake sensed she was only going through the motions of fucking him. She was really fucking Chase. Always Chase.

  His buddy pulled away from his wife, his eyes heavily lidded with desire. He dropped a kiss to her lips and met Jake’s gaze over her shoulder. “You ready?”

  “Yeah.” Jake swallowed, heart hammering, wanting more of her, hoping to hell this odd desire was for that special bond he felt with Chase when they did this. He loved fucking a woman with Chase, loved the contact, loved how they worked together to bring her to orgasm. “Can you do it here?”

  “No, move up to the bed.” Chase helped Kate up, her pussy making a wet noise as she lifted from him.

  Jake swung off the bench. He plopped down on his back on the mattress, plumping the pillows, and waited. Kate crawled up his body, a devilish grin on her lips as she nipped and bit her way up his belly, her teeth tugging first one nipple, then the other. Oh, not good to watch, not when he felt weird.

  Instead, Jake met Chase’s gaze over her shoulder and nodded. Jake would enter her first, then Chase would take her from behind. Why the hell was he so nervous all of a sudden? He’d played hostess a ton of times. This would be even better.

  “You ready, darlin’?” Jake asked when she settled on his lap, her breasts brushing his chest. She braced herself on one hand beside his forearm, using the other to slide him home in her eager heat.

  They moaned at the same time as she impaled herself on the length of Jake’s cock. God, it felt so good, sinful. So right when it was all wrong, fucking his best friend’s wife when Chase was right there, waiting for Kate to settle.

  There was a time in his life, long ago, when this was as far from what he imagined his birthday celebration would be. He’d lost his virginity on his sixteenth birthday, giving it to his equally virgin girlfriend. His soul mate. God, so innocent, and now at thirty-five, he was fucking his best friend’s wife and hoping to hell he didn’t love her.

  No. Jake froze as Kate slid her arms around his shoulders and pressed her breasts hard into his chest. No. His breathing accelerated, not because he was horny as hell, either. Please, no.

  “Happy birthday, Jake,” she whispered in his ear. The space in her pelvis grew incredibly tighter, hotter, more fucking incredible as Chase worked his way into her ass. Jake could feel his length through the thin membrane of flesh and muscle that separated them. “We’re going to blow your mind.”

  Jake’s mind was already blown. He closed his eyes tight and flexed his hips, letting lust and ritual take over, not trusting himself to take the lead on this one. Chase did the work, pumping into her ass, sliding her up Jake’s cock and then down again, the motion sinful, the tight, wet heat way too much.

  Distractions. He needed many of them, to take his mind somewhere safe. Jake focused on the salt of his sweat, listened to Chase breathe, ignored Kate’s pants and mewls, her gentle, floral scent. His hips knew what to do, gyrating, flexing, getting himself deeper. His hands wanted to hold her, oh, he wanted to hold her and press her tighter. He wanted to love her.

  No.

  Yeah, he did. Her pussy clenched around his cock, spasming, the wetness flooding his shaft. He wanted her to come, for him. He wanted her to scream his name, not Chase’s.

  “She’s ready, Chase. Tell her to come.” Jake forced the words between his lips, between his teeth, knowing Chase would think he was right on the edge, ready to shatter himself. She wasn’t his to command.

  “Love, come for us,” Chase coaxed, pistoning faster, his fingers biting into Kate’s hips. Jake focused on Chase for a moment, fucking his wife like a man possessed. Did he even know he pumped her in time to the music in the background? Jake doubted it. All Jake knew was he felt trapped, the walls of his generous room closing in, pressing his friends closer to his reluctant body.


  Kate shuddered, her pussy quivering around Jake’s dick, the spasms squeezing him python-hard. Jake brought his shaking hands up and held her. No way he could stop himself if he wanted. Lust drove him closer to orgasm, his balls tight to his body, the veins in his shaft throbbing.

  He closed his eyes and drove into her, once, twice, and allowed the mind-blowing bliss to take him. His skin tingled as a zillion stars exploded behind his eyes, white, pounding light that matched the aching in his cock. His toes curled, his calves cramped, and damned if the condom didn’t feel near to bursting deep inside her.

  “Jesus, Kate,” Chase whispered as he stretched out over her back, nibbling her neck. “I don’t think you’ve ever come that hard before. Your ass was like a vise. Man, Jake, I’m surprised she didn’t squeeze your dick off.”

  “It’s still there.” Jake kissed Kate’s cheek when she lifted her head to meet his gaze. “You were amazing, honey.”

  “Thank you.” She smiled like a cat who’d had too much cream and slipped from Jake’s body, turning to Chase for his approval. As she should have, damn it. But it hurt when Chase kissed her lips, murmuring to her, his hands in her hair, her lithe form pulled tight to his harder form. He tugged her down, and they snuggled against Jake, Chase’s hand ruffling Jake’s hair as he’d done countless times before.

  After a few moments, he and Chase got up and did the manly stuff required of them. Jake paused to turn off the music while Chase brought back a warm towel and bottled water for Kate, cleaning her gently as she drank. Then they piled back into the bed with Kate snuggled in the middle. Jake always loved this quiet time after sex, though he tried to keep his hands to himself. But Kate grabbed his arm and slung it over her, almost demanding he touch her intimately.

  Chase murmured, “Happy birthday, buddy.”

  “Happy birthday, partner,” Kate said.

  Jake looked at the clock—his birthday for only a few more minutes. “Thanks, Chase. Kate.”

  “What did you wish for when you blew out your candle?” Kate asked, her back pressed along his side, that soft curve of her hip under his hand. He should move it, but he couldn’t, the heat of her sweet skin searing his palm like a branding iron.

  “Isn’t it bad luck to share?” He usually wished for another year of no pregnancies and smooth, trans-Atlantic flights, because that’s what a man whore/spy wished for. But this year…something inside him yearned for what Chase had, the entire package. Never had he envied Chase. Up until Kate, the guy had a shitty life, an even crappier job. But his life had pulled together since meeting Kate, turning his shit luck into something to be admired. Envied.

  “No, you can share,” Kate said.

  Jake sighed and went for the lie. “I’m really happy, Kate. My life is great. I have good friends, four awesome brothers, a healthy mom, a great job, lots of adventure, money. What more can I ask for?” It wasn’t all a lie. Just the happy part, and the not asking for anything more part.

  He felt, rather than saw, her glance at Chase. “Love?”

  Fear skipped up Jake’s spine. Love, the scariest word in a man whore’s life, right up there with the sentence, “I’m pregnant, and it’s yours.” Yet as he stared at the ceiling, his arm around his best friend’s wife, his hand toying with Chase’s hair, he realized she had said a mouthful. That one word defined his life for so many years, and while others ran to it, he ran from it. Marathon-hard. Love wasn’t good, not for him.

  And yet here he was, wondering how the hell he’d fallen for his best friend’s wife.

  Fuck.

  She must have taken his silence for what it was, denial. “Chase found love.”

  “Yes, he did.”

  “He said you were seeing someone. Maybe you’ll learn to love her.”

  God, Tia. Another fucking mess, and his mind went there, too. Often. Only Kate seemed to win in the love race. “Kate. You don’t make a good cupid.”

  “But—”

  Jake cleared his throat and forced a laugh. “Darlin’, you read too many romances. Men like me don’t love. Tell her, Chase.”

  “Slackers like him are too lazy to do the work involved in a relationship. He barely has energy to roll on a condom, but there is the whole pregnancy/STD thing.”

  Jake nodded, for once in his life very disappointed in his buddy’s assessment of him. That was him at thirty-four. But at thirty-five…deep inside, a tiny sliver of him suddenly wanted nothing more than to do the work. All of it. It was as scary as contemplating freefall without a parachute. “Close enough.”

  “But—”

  Jake sucked in a breath and let it whoosh out. “The next time you say love, girlfriend, seeing someone, or bubble wrap in my presence, I’m going to paddle your ass.”

  “You don’t have permission,” she taunted. “Bubble wrap.”

  “Chase?” Jake inquired.

  “Jake has permission.”

  She plopped down, her shoulders stiff as she huffed. “I just want him to be happy,” she whispered.

  Jake stared at the ceiling again, wishing he were looking up at a skyline in some small town while doing surveillance. Hell, hiding out while whacked-out terrorists searched for him in the brush would be better. Anywhere other than a place where Kate was wanting him to be happy.

  But that small sliver of him couldn’t let her be unhappy, either. So he manned up and told the biggest lie of the evening. “I’m real happy, darlin’. This is going to be the best birthday year. You’ll see.”

  Just shoot him now. Thirty-five was going to suck, and he was going to end up dead at the end of Chase’s sniper rifle for loving Kate. From a mile away, across a crowded room, off a busy street. He closed his eyes and kissed his life goodbye.

  Love would be the death of him.

  About the Author

  Mia Downing started creating heroes at age four, but her heroes then rode ponies to rescue the princess, and only kissed her on the cheek. Today, Mia's heroes still rescue princesses, but the price of their toys and the expertise of their seduction leads to a lot more than a peck on the cheek. When Mia isn't busy creating new stories for her readers she fills in as an underwear model for a prestigious lingerie company. She also enjoys horses and knitting.

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  See how the love affair started in

  Spy Games: Trained for Seduction

  (Book #1)

  Emma Walters didn't choose to be a spy, but when her crazy father was caught selling bombs to the wrong people, she was given a choice—become a spy or rot in jail. Her exciting new life as agent Kate Wells becomes more so when she discovers her new boss is the agent—undercover and investigating her father at the time—who took her to third base. Emma is already half in love with the dark and dangerous Chase Sanders. Kate wants nothing more than for him to finish what he started, but he's the devil incarnate. And one doesn't make deals or fall in love with the devil.

  If someone had told Chase he'd fall in love with a certain virgin when he was on his last mission, he would have shot them dead, sniper style. She was nothing more than collateral damage, damn it. But watching the sexy new spy morph into a bombshell killing machine is too much to bear. So when the powers that be command him to train her in the art of seduction for her first—and possibly last—mission, he's scared witless. Making love to Kate means preparing her for sex with another man.

  Somehow, Chase has to find a way to get Kate in—and out—of her mission without dying. And without falling in love.

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  Jake’s story continues with

  Spy Games: Lethal Limits

  (Book #2)

  Secret Agent Jake Anderson would rather have the measles than love his best friend's wife. So when she gives
him a mission—to find his own woman to love—he knows just the woman to target. Exotic beauty Tia Richards—his new partner—is wild, twisted, and has no limits when it comes to adventure, in bed and out. She's perfect for him. Now he just has to get Tia and his heart to agree.

  Sexy spy Tia Richards has a problem, and the solution is Jake. The last time they hooked up, he left her bound and begging, unfulfilled, so close to finally getting the fireworks she deserves. But Jake loves his former partner, and Tia refuses to be second best. Will she listen to the ache in her heart that whispers she has what it takes to be first in Jake's life, or will lethal limits separate them forever?

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