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  “Come on, Shelby,” Carson murmured. “I want to see you lose control.”

  Within moments he got his wish, because it was pretty darn hard not to lose control when these two men were driving her mad with their tongues. With Carson sucking on her aching nipples and Garrett licking the hell out of her, Shelby exploded. The orgasm seized her body in a rush of blinding pleasure that had her crying out. The room spun, the mattress sagged, the air became too thick to breathe.

  She whimpered, trying to wiggle away from Garrett’s unwavering tongue, but he gripped her hips with his hands and kept her in place. Continued to finger her and suck on her clit until the world tilted again and a surprising second orgasm tore through her.

  Oh God.

  When the waves of release finally ebbed, she could barely move. She heard Carson’s soft chuckle against her breasts, Garrett’s ragged breaths against her pussy, and wondered if it was supposed to feel this good. Why hadn’t anyone ever told her how good it would feel to have two men make her come?

  “You okay?” Garrett asked with a touch of humor in his voice. He lifted his head from her thighs and sat up, lightly stroking her stomach.

  “I’m…great.” She blinked herself out of her orgasmic trance, noticing that he still had his cargo pants on. “Take those off already,” she complained.

  Without addressing her grievance, he pulled a condom out of one of the many pockets lining his pants. Flicking the square packet at his friend, Garrett said, “I’ve only got one.”

  A tiny pretzel of disappointment knotted in her belly. As appealing as she found Carson, he wouldn’t have been her first choice as the winner of the one-condom raffle. But she didn’t voice her frustration, not wanting to shatter any macho egos here.

  Carson easily caught the condom that had been thrown to him and then uttered words that had her disappointment dissolving into delight. “There’s a couple in my wallet. Think my pants are somewhere in the living room.” He grinned at Shelby as if to remind her she’d been the one to dispose of those pants.

  “I’ll grab ’em,” Garrett said, then disappeared out the door.

  Shelby stared after him, admiring the way his pants hugged his sexy ass. The moment of admiration was brief, though, because the next thing she knew Carson was covering her body with his.

  He kissed her, and gone were those lazy kisses he’d been giving her when Garrett was sucking on her clit. Carson’s tongue filled her mouth and then he drove his cock into her without warning.

  That first thrust stole her breath. A small moan found its way out of her mouth, reverberating against Carson’s greedy tongue.

  “Fuck, Shelby, you’re so tight.”

  His rough, erratic pace drove her wild. She arched her hips to take him in deeper. God, this felt fantastic. Was it wrong that it was this damn fantastic? She’d been lusting after Garrett for so long that the way her body responded to Carson almost felt like a betrayal.

  But Garrett didn’t seem betrayed as he walked back into the bedroom. He paused in the doorway for a second, watching as Carson fucked her, and then finally, finally, he started to unbutton his pants.

  Shelby tore her mouth away from Carson’s and watched as Garrett approached the bed, pulling down his zipper as he walked. She couldn’t unglue her gaze from him, mesmerized by each small movement. His hands pushing his pants down. His fingers on the waistband of his black boxer briefs.

  Watching her watch him, he slowly removed the boxers, smiling faintly when her eyes widened. His cock jutted out, long and thick and rock hard.

  “Like what you see?” Garrett asked gruffly.

  She managed a nod, her mouth too dry for her to speak. Then she moaned, because Carson had slowed his pace and was teasing her body with deep, leisurely thrusts the way the sight of Garrett’s erection teased her eyes.

  Garrett moved closer, his dark eyes so unbelievably intense that Shelby felt the first swells of orgasm flutter to the surface. She sucked in a breath, her inner muscles clamping over Carson’s cock. She was seconds away from losing control again, and Garrett obviously knew it because in the blink of an eye he was on the bed, kneeling in front of her and parting her lips with his erection. His tip slid into her mouth and the taste of him was all it took.

  Shelby came again.

  “Jesus,” Carson groaned. “Keep squeezing my cock like that…yeah, Shel…just like that.”

  She couldn’t seem to stop moaning, the sounds muffled against Garrett’s dick. As shockwaves of pleasure rocketed through her body, she lapped at him with her tongue, his husky groans only heightening each wave of her orgasm.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come,” Carson hissed, his fingers curling tightly over her hips.

  She opened her eyes in time to see his features grow taut, his eyes glaze over with sheer bliss. Carson pushed into her, once, twice, his thrusts jerky, and then he exploded too.

  When she felt him shudder from the climax, she had to pull her mouth away from Garrett’s cock in order to smile. Carson had doubted her sexual abilities when he’d called her vanilla, and she wanted to shout from the rooftops that the freckle-faced good girl had just made Doubting Carson come. And come hard. The ragged breaths rolling out of his chest were enough to widen her smile into a full-blown grin.

  “You okay?” she teased, tracing his strong jaw with her fingers.

  He stared down at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “Oh yeah. That was amazing.”

  She was still smiling as Carson slowly withdrew and stumbled off the bed. He rolled the condom off with one hand and shot her an unbelievably satisfied look before ambling into the bathroom.

  And then she was alone with Garrett. Whose cock was still inches from her mouth. Whose eyes were still glimmering with raw hunger.

  She arched one brow at him before leaning closer and flicking her tongue against his cock. He groaned when she sucked the drop of pre-come from his tip. Tangled his fingers in her hair and tried to pull her even closer.

  She quickly leaned back, enjoying the disappointment she saw flashing in his dark eyes.

  “So Carson gets to have all the fun?” he grumbled.

  She responded with a soft laugh. “Actually, Carson was just my warm-up.” Again, that throaty voice slipped out of her mouth as if it belonged to her. “Now I’m really getting started.”

  “Oh really?”

  “Yep.”

  With another laugh, Shelby sat up and climbed onto his lap, pressing her palms on his extraordinary chest and forcing him to lean back against the headboard. Then she twined her arms around his neck and kissed him.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Oh Christ. Garrett didn’t think he could ever get enough of Shelby’s sexy lips. She kissed like a fucking dream, her mouth pliant and warm, her tongue slick and eager. If he died right now, with Shelby’s curvy naked body in his lap and her tongue in his mouth, then he’d die an unbelievably happy man.

  “I love your lips,” she whispered, surprising him by voicing the same thought he’d been having.

  She pulled back and dragged her index finger over his bottom lip, her touch gentle. She was looking at him like he was a juicy Thanksgiving turkey she couldn’t wait to dig her teeth into. Blue eyes glimmering with heat. Cheeks flushed with arousal.

  His gaze slid south, and sure enough, her nipples had pebbled into two tight peaks. Had she been this turned on for Carson? It was ridiculous that he would be thinking about that now, making jealous comparisons, but he couldn’t help it.

  Shelby was so different from the women he’d shared with Carson. She might’ve surprised the hell out of him by suggesting a threesome, but Garrett was certain she didn’t do things like that often. It was obvious she was enjoying herself—she’d already come three times, for fuck’s sake—but there was no doubt in his mind that she was enjoying this part of the night a lot more. Him and her. One on one. Kissing the way he’d wanted them to kiss for more than a year now.

  “And your tongue,” she added breathlessly. “I love your t
ongue even more than your lips.”

  He chuckled and swept his hands over her tailbone. Her skin was damp with sweat, and he was about to offer to turn on the ceiling fan when a phone rang. At first Garrett thought it was his, but his pants were sitting at the foot of the bed, and the ringing sounded like it was coming from the living room.

  “Shit,” Carson said as he came out of the bathroom. “That’s me.”

  Carson was still as naked as the day he was born, but Garrett wasn’t fazed. He’d seen Carson naked dozens of times. The sight of his friend’s cock and bare ass no longer made him uncomfortable.

  Carson hurried out of the bedroom, his footsteps echoing in the hallway. A moment later, his muffled voice sounded from the living room.

  Garrett turned to find Shelby staring at him, her expression one of curiosity. “You guys do this, um, threesome thing often, don’t you?” she said awkwardly.

  He shrugged. “We were a lot wilder a few years back, before we finished BUD/S training. We don’t do this kinda thing too much anymore.”

  She looked surprised. “Really?”

  He offered a what-can-you-do? smile. “People grow up. Besides, we’re out of the country a lot, which makes it hard to, you know, get shitfaced and do the whole ménage thing.”

  “So…why tonight then?”

  Deciding that honesty was probably the best policy, he raised his hand to her cheek and stroked her skin. “I wanted to be with you. And you wanted a threesome, so…” He let his voice drift.

  She was quiet for so long he was surprised when she spoke again. “I wanted to be with you too, John.” She averted her eyes. “I would’ve wanted it even if Carson weren’t here.”

  Before he could respond to that confession, the sound of footsteps interrupted him.

  Carson reappeared in the doorway, a frazzled expression on his face. “Jenny’s car broke down.” He had his pants on, but they were unbuttoned and he zipped them up while bending down to retrieve his shirt from the floor. “My sister,” he explained when he caught Shelby’s questioning expression.

  “Is she all right?” Garrett asked. He wasn’t surprised, though, since Jenny made it a habit of calling her big brother whenever she needed to get out of a jam. Which was often. Trouble seemed to follow that girl around like a stray dog.

  “Car overheated,” Carson replied. He poked his head through the neck hole of his shirt. “She claims she’ll die of hyperthermia if I don’t come and help.” He rolled his eyes, adding, “I, personally, think she doesn’t have enough money to pay for a tow truck. She blew her last paycheck on a pair of six hundred dollar shoes—who the fuck pays that much money for shoes?”

  Carson walked over to the edge of the bed, where a very naked Shelby was still straddling Garrett’s lap. With a faint grin, Carson dipped his head and planted a light peck on Shelby’s forehead. Garrett immediately experienced another flicker of jealousy, but he smothered the irritating emotion.

  “I just want to say that you, Shelby, were absolutely incredible. I’d also like to say we’ll do this again sometime, but I highly doubt Garrett will agree to share next time.” Carson laughed. “He likes your freckles too much. Not so much your fancy coffees, but he totally digs the freckles.” He moved away from the bed. “I’ll see myself out.”

  With a mock salute, Carson left the room. A moment later, the sound of the front door latching echoed throughout the apartment.

  And there Garrett was. Alone with Shelby. Naked with Shelby. Just like he’d always dreamed.

  He shifted his gaze back to her gorgeous face, wanting to kiss her again, but her perplexed expression made him reconsider.

  “What did he mean about you not liking my coffee?” she asked slowly.

  Garrett managed a noncommittal shrug. “Nothing. Carson rarely makes any sense.” He tried to stroke one of her amazing tits, but she swatted his hand away.

  Then she crossed her arms over her breasts, as if covering herself up would force him to have this conversation. He almost laughed. She had no idea how distracting her body was, covered up or not.

  “You don’t like my mocha lattes,” she accused, her eyes widening with horror.

  Garrett sighed.

  “But…you buy one practically every day you’re not at the base or off on assignment. You’ve probably spent hundreds of dollars buying coffee from me. And the cakes—” She gasped. “Do you even like cake?”

  He couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, Shelby, I like cake. And yes, I might prefer good old black coffee to the fancy shit you sell, but…”

  “But what?” Her voice was soft.

  “But I’d drink antifreeze if it gave me a chance to see you, all right?”

  Something dawned in her dazzling blue eyes. “You come in just to see me?”

  “Afraid so.”

  “Because we’re…friends?”

  He sighed again. “That too. But mainly because I have a huge fucking thing for you and I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for about a year now.”

  His confession had obviously stunned her, because she just sat there, staring at him, her firm thighs cradling his still-hard dick. The silence dragged on for so long he wondered if he should repeat the words, maybe in a different language this time since she honestly didn’t seem to comprehend what he’d said.

  She spoke before he could. “You have a thing for me? Even though you think I’m vanilla?”

  He blinked. “What? Who said—” He cursed suddenly. “Shit, I knew you were listening in the doorway when I was talking to Carson.” He studied her face, suddenly wondering if…had she actually…? “Did you bring us up here to prove something to me?”

  She didn’t answer, but the telltale blush on her cheeks said it all.

  “Jesus, Shelby!”

  Frowning at his harsh tone, she crossed her arms tighter over her chest. “It wasn’t the only reason. I really did want…I’ve always…it was a fantasy of mine, okay?” She looked defensive as she said it. “Maybe it makes me a huge slut in your eyes, but I’ve always wanted to experience…you know, two guys.”

  Now she just looked embarrassed. She tried to climb off his lap, but Garrett gripped her waist and rolled them both over so that she was lying on her back and he was propped up on his elbow, looming over her. Again she attempted to wiggle away from him, so he simply quieted her with a long kiss. She gave a sharp intake of breath before kissing him back.

  “I’m not judging you,” he murmured when he pulled his mouth away. “And I don’t think you’re a slut, not at all. I just don’t want you to think that you need to, you know, screw my friend in order to make yourself more appealing in my eyes. Truth is, you’ve always been pretty damn appealing to me.”

  “Then why didn’t you ever say something?” Her eyes were soft as she reached up and touched his chin. “I’ve been flirting with you for a year, Garrett. You could’ve given me a sign that you were interested.”

  She’d been flirting with him for a year? Jeez. Maybe if he hadn’t spent so much time trying to figure out a way to ask her out, he would’ve picked up on that flirting. As it was, he felt like a complete idiot for missing the signals she’d apparently been sending his way.

  “I didn’t want you to think I only wanted sex from you,” he admitted.

  “So all that stuff about my freckles and me not being into kinky sex…?”

  “That was Carson trying to convince me you weren’t interested in me because of my reputation for being a, uh…”

  “Man-ho?” she supplied.

  He leaned down and kissed the mischievous smile right off her lips. “My man-ho days are over. I was serious when I said I want to be with you.”

  “This, coming from the guy who just watched his best friend have sex with me.”

  “I’ll admit, that made me jealous as hell,” he said gruffly, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “But I thought…well, like you said, it was a fantasy of yours. And now that you’ve gotten it out of your system, maybe we
could focus on my fantasy.”

  Her eyes twinkled. “And what would that be?”

  “You.”

  He brushed his lips over hers, and this time when she deepened the kiss he didn’t pull back. No more talking. Right now all he wanted to do was lose himself in Shelby’s soft body and sweet lips. He licked his way from her mouth to her neck, sucking gently on her skin and inhaling the intoxicating scent of her. She smelled like flowers and lavender and, ironically, vanilla. But Carson had been dead wrong earlier, because there was nothing vanilla about Shelby. No other woman had ever managed to turn him on this fiercely.

  He moved his mouth from her neck down to her breasts, drawing one nipple between his lips. He flicked his tongue over the pebbled nub, enjoying the way she moaned and tangled her fingers in his hair to bring him deeper. He suckled on her other nipple and got another moan for his effort, and then Shelby’s fingers left his hair and were stroking his cock until he could barely see straight.

  “You’ll make me come if you keep doing that,” he growled.

  “I thought man-hoes had excellent restraint.”

  “I meant what I said about those days being over. I haven’t been with anyone for more than a year, Shel.”

  Her hand dropped from his dick, her expression both startled and wary. “Seriously?”

  “Seriously,” he confirmed.

  The look in her eyes told him she wasn’t sure whether to believe him, and again he decided to put an end to all the talking. They could discuss it later—right now he just wanted to enjoy being naked with Shelby.

  The heat in the bedroom was overwhelming, both from the heat wave outside and the sparks sizzling between them. Inhaling some much-needed oxygen, Garrett slid his hand between her legs and touched her clit, then lower, groaning when he found her pussy soaking wet.

  “Damn it,” he choked out.

  “What’s the matter?” He could hear the smile in her voice.

  “I planned on going slow.”

  “And you’re speaking in the past tense because…?”

  “Because the plan was shot to hell the second I felt this.” He palmed her, then pushed two fingers inside all that wetness. “Fuck, I need to be inside you.”