Love Under Two Navy Seals (15 page)

The object he pressed against her felt bigger than his fingers, but lacked the heat of a cock. Julia realized Dev held a butt plug in his hand, and that he intended to insert it into her.

“Oh!” She felt the pressure, and then the toy slid into her, stretching her, going deep. Testing the sensations, she squeezed and then shivered as tiny tendrils of electric sizzle slithered through her.

“How’s that, sweetheart?”

“Wow. I had no idea.” She’d been hot and horny before he put the butt plug in her. Now she hovered at a point of excitement she’d never imagined existed.

Dev reached between her legs and used his fingers to caress her slit, up and down the entire length of it. Julia shivered as the pleasure ran deep and began to fill her. Unashamed and uncaring about the need they could hear, she whimpered.

“You’re so wet for us, baby doll.” Dev’s whispered words brushed against the shell of her ear. “Do you still want more?”

More was all she wanted. She answered him by rubbing her pussy against his stroking hand and stretching her tongue out, trying to taste Drew’s cock.

His chuckle, deep and smugly masculine, thrilled her.

Julia hungered for both of these Navy SEALs. Dev tented her, his heat penetrating her. In front of her, only inches away, Drew stroked his already very-hard cock, the tip glistening in invitation.

“More, then,” Dev said.

Julia felt the brush of his cock where his fingers had just been. Then Dev centered himself against her opening and pushed.

“Oh, yes!” She thought her eyes might cross with the unbelievable pleasure as Dev’s cock slid deep, filling her pussy completely. She squeezed all her inner muscles, caressing his cock and tightening around the plug in her ass. Julia felt overflowing with erotic pleasure.

Drew’s hand on her head, his fingers combing through her hair, made her focus, and smile. He’d inched subtly closer to her. Not needing a second invitation, she opened her mouth and took his cock inside.

Julia closed her eyes as she stroked his shaft with her tongue and gave him tiny sucking motions. Dev began to fuck her pussy with deep, slow strokes. In sync with his thrusts, she tightened her ass around the plug.

Climbing, gathering, the arousal bubbled and swelled as if it had a will of its own. She longed to stay there, with those hot, horny, electric shocks of sexual energy zinging through her. But her orgasm wouldn’t be controlled, or denied.

She moaned around the hot flesh in her mouth, sucking with more force, more urgency. Her men must have understood her need. They must have sensed that her body’s responses were sliding out of her control.

With more force and determination than she’d ever felt from them, they fucked her, and they fucked her hard.

Their rhythm, their mastery, proved to be exactly what she needed. Julia’s climax exploded out of her, a hot, pure pleasure that swamped her senses, and muddled her mind. The sound of grunts, of masculine shouts of triumph only enhanced her joy. She swallowed stream after stream of Drew’s cream, shivered as Dev’s hot seed spurted inside her, bathing her cervix. Their orgasms pushed hers higher, and higher still.

Wave after wave of the sharpest, purest bliss battered her until nothing existed except this moment, this rapture, and these men.

* * * *

The house they’d rented from Mrs. Benedict sat at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac. The back door opened to a small fenced yard with a pool. Someone had planted shade trees sometime in the past, trees that now stretched tall despite the fact that there had been periods of drought over the years.

Drew wouldn’t be surprised if the Town Trust had taken special care to nurture the mature trees and gardens in town. From what he’d seen so far, Lusty, Texas, was totally different from any town he’d ever seen, and not just in the most obvious of ways.

Dawn greeted the town, and the day promised to be sunny and warm. Drew knew the summer months would bring more heat than he liked. But having served so many years in far more hostile environs, he figured it would be a nice change, only having to battle the weather.

Behind him, the coffee pot gurgled, drawing his attention away from outside, focusing it back to the here and now.

Upstairs, Julia slept on, and Drew couldn’t hold back his grin as he considered that between them, he and Dev had fucked her senseless.

Drew had gotten up first and headed out. The five miles of his daily run woke him up, got his blood pumping and his thoughts settled. When he’d returned, Dev had left for his morning exercise.

They usually liked to pound the pavement together, relishing the silent company and slight competitiveness their exercise demanded. But he and Dev were of one mind this morning. Julia had become the center of their lives. From the moment they’d claimed her—and he’d bet she understood that’s exactly what they’d done when she’d come pounding on their door Thursday—nothing mattered to them more than taking care of their woman.

That meant they would never leave her alone, sleeping and defenseless.

Drew had never been a man to dwell on the past. He didn’t figure he’d have been very effective as a SEAL if he had been. And, as far as the future had been concerned, he’d never looked beyond the end of a mission. Living in the moment had been his modus operandi since he’d been a teen. He didn’t need to see a psychiatrist to understand that his mindset came from being bounced around several different foster homes. Life was what it was and he’d gotten by and gotten through.

Until that last terrible mission in Afghanistan. As he and Dev had awaited rescue—or death—they’d talked about so many things, but especially about Julia, about what they’d do if they made it out alive, if the fates somehow, miraculously, granted them a second chance.

They’d talked about building a
future
.

Now they had their second chance, and both of them were determined to guard it, and their woman, with their lives.

The front door opened. Drew reached up for two cups, pouring out the brew as Dev entered the kitchen.

“I ran past the airfield,” Dev said. “Saw Kendall. I’m not sure if he recognized me but he sure as hell noticed me.”

Drew chuckled. “How much do you want to bet he’ll either invite himself to dinner tonight, or just ‘drop in’ while we’re there?”

Dev laughed. “That’s a sucker bet. He’s like us. From what I gather he hasn’t been retired from the service for very long. He likely hasn’t lost that need to be in control of his surroundings. Of course he’ll show up.”

“You’d have thought his brother the sheriff would have given him the rundown on us by now.” Like Dev, he spoke softly, not wanting to awaken Julia.

“Maybe the brothers don’t communicate. We’ve known enough siblings over the years who’d rather rip each other’s faces off than have a friendly word between them.”

“True enough.” He took a sip from his mug. “I’m looking forward to this afternoon, and that’s odd in and of itself.” Neither he nor Dev considered themselves social animals. That had been another side effect of being raised as they had been. When you spent your younger years having to make new friends, and a new family every couple of years, it tended to make you less gregarious. At least it had in Drew’s case.

“I hear you. I feel the same way.” Dev shrugged. “We both liked Alvarez, and Tracy is Julia’s best friend.” He turned and met Drew’s gaze. “Do you know what else has surprised me? The degree to which I feel that I’ve finally found my home, right here in this town.”

“It’s not just our woman, although she’s the most of that,” Drew agreed. “It’s the town itself.”

“Yeah.” Drew grinned. “There’s just something about a town called Lusty.”

He heard a light sound and turned at the same time Dev did. Looking sleep-rumpled and altogether good enough to eat, Julia stood at the bottom of the stairs. Eyes only half open, she sniffed the air, turning her head until she faced the direction of the kitchen, and them.

“Come down those stairs slowly, kitten,” Drew said, “and I’ll have your coffee ready by the time you get here.”

“A smart-ass even first thing in the morning,” Julia muttered. “Why am I not surprised?”

Drew poured the coffee while Dev snagged her around the waist and gently guided her into his arms.

“Mm, man sweat.” She sniffed him as thoroughly as she’d sought out the coffee. “My second-favorite first-thing-in-the-morning aroma.”

“Only second?” Drew set the mug on the table, then moved in so that his front rubbed against the soft and inviting female bottom. Satisfaction strummed through his blood because they had their woman where he liked her best—between him and Dev. “We’re going to have to work on that.”

“Work any harder on it, and I’ll be comatose.”

“Don’t worry, kitten.” He leaned forward and kissed her ear, then followed that up with a slow, savory lick of her neck. “We’ll watch over you while you recover.”

* * * *

Several hours later, Drew fought the urge to sink into the memory of their morning playtime. He and Dev had given it their best shot, but Julia proved to be anything but comatose while he and Dev had both needed a nap. Drew came to the conclusion that lovemaking energized their woman.

He looked up to encounter Jordan Kendall’s amused smirk. Drew understood that the other man had said something to him, and that he’d so completely zoned out as to not even hear him.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?”

Jordan shook his head, chuckling. “It doesn’t matter. For the record, I understand your distraction completely. It hasn’t been that long since the three of us got together.”

Drew grinned. “You’re family. I was half worried you’d want to pound on me instead of welcome me.”

Jordan waved his hand as if dismissing the notion. “I’ve known Jules all my life, of course, so there
is
that protective streak in me. But that doesn’t extend to the two of you. You’re hers. I knew that within moments of meeting you.”

The women were huddled in the kitchen. Rumor had it that Tracy was creating a dessert for later that Julia had promised would taste like heaven. Dev accepted Peter’s invitation to tour the house. Drew relaxed in the enormous backyard, the patio dotted with potted plants as well as chairs, a large round table, and in one corner, a glider.

Jordan had shown off his new grill that sat gleaming in the early afternoon sun. Drew had to admit it was the biggest one he’d ever seen.

“We have a large family, especially if you count cousins on top of siblings,” Jordan explained. Then Jordan shrugged, and Drew wondered if the contractor was actually blushing. “As a matter of fact, a couple of my brothers have invited themselves to dinner, today. Morgan and Henry, and their fiancée Tamara should be by shortly.”

“See? I told you it was a sucker bet.” Dev stepped onto the patio, two frosty-looking beer bottles in hand. He gave one of them to Drew. Behind him, Peter carried two as well, giving one to Jordan.

Jordan looked from him to Dev. “Since you’re both newly back from being deployed to Kabul, do I assume you know my brothers?”

“Actually, we’ve only met one of them. Morgan.”

“Met me? Hell, Wakefield, you and James didn’t just meet me. You saved my life.”

Drew turned at the sound of the familiar voice. By the look of shock on Jordan’s face it was clear that Morgan Kendall hadn’t told his family about his close call last year. He’d have been surprised if he had. Aside from the general need-to-know basic rule of thumb that governed the behavior of those who served, Kendall had been involved in covert operations, much the same as he and Dev had been.

One simply didn’t talk about his service, except in the most general of terms.

“Just doing our jobs,” Dev said. Enthusiastic backslaps and handshakes between them and the new arrivals smoothed over the void left by such a shocking greeting.

“We won’t ask,” Jordan said. “But I have a feeling that whatever happened back in Afghanistan, it was a hell of a lot more than just a couple of SEALs doing their job.”

Henry Kendall had also been in the Air Force, and the man had that air of outrageousness that Drew tended to associate with jet jockeys.

The kitchen door opened, and Tracy came out, carrying a large tray of steaks. Behind her, another newcomer, a tiny little bit of a woman with short brown hair and almost golden eyes carried another tray that held an assortment of spices and sauces.

Drew reassessed his opinion of Tamara Jones when she shook his hand in a strong grip. Learning she was a pilot was the second surprise he got, but one look into her determined face told him there likely wasn’t anything this woman couldn’t handle.