Red Hot Steamy Romance Boxed Set: A Steamy Military Romance Series Collection

by Penelope Wylde

  “You want to wrestle, puta?” The slimy bastard licked a trail up the side of her face. He reared up on his haunches and landed a backhand across her cheek. Black specks fogged her vision. Her fingers fumbled for anything… something she could use to protect herself. The tips of her fingers brushed against wood. A fierce scream filled the room. Fire stabbed at her shoulder.

  “I like giving pain, puta. Maybe I’ll use you a little before we return you back to El Jefe.” The thug stabbed his finger deeper into her bullet wound, ripping another scream from her throat. He slapped his other hand down on her breasts and squeezed, his nails pinching into the soft flesh painfully.

  She gnashed her teeth, brought her foot up and moved the piece of wood just out of her reach closer. She wrapped her fingers around the weapon and struck out.

  The thug bent over her, his face an inch from hers. A stench of copper filled the air. Warm liquid dripped down his back and onto the hand that gripped the piece of wood she’d stabbed him with. Using the last of her strength she shoved out from beneath him and slowly dragged herself to her feet, taking the largest of the wood fragments with her.

  Single armed, she reared back and landed the best Roberto Clemente swing she had in her. The man face-planted on the floor, but she didn’t stick around to see if her handiwork would keep him down for the count.

  She edged closer to the door Caden had exited. Leaning against the doorjamb for support, she took in her surroundings. The gunfire had died off outside. Hopefully that was a good thing.

  Caden spoke from behind her. “Son of a bitch.” Startled, she whirled to see Caden and Reece kneeling over the thug who still hadn’t moved. “He’s dead. Damn, woman. I sure the hell wouldn’t want to piss you off.”

  “Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you.”

  She raked her gaze over her bosses and her mouth grew dry. Blood splattered across their shirts and jeans. Another rush of adrenaline spiked through her and she stumbled over to where they stood.

  Caden caught her. “Oh, sweetheart, we’d never hurt you.”

  “Ever.” Reece’s gaze warmed her along with his soft kiss to her forehead.

  “Be careful, I won’t make the same promise. You leave me like that again and you’ll find out just how damn good of a shot I really am.”

  Both men nailed her with a serious look. “Copy that.”

  “I see this guy had nothing on you for damn sure.”

  “It was either me or him. I did what I had to do.” Tears rimmed her eyes and she blinked them back. Her legs grew shaky and her heart was doing a funny cha cha cha in her chest. Cold chills washed over. She was getting really tired of being so weak.

  “Sit down, darling, your adrenaline rush is tanking and you’ve lost more blood.” Caden passed her over to Reece who ushered her into a dining room chair. He bundled her hair and moved it over the side of her shoulder so he could look at her wound.

  She hissed when Reece peeled back the makeshift bandage he’d used on her earlier.

  “I know. Just a quick look. EMTs are on their way.” She took stock of Reece and saw he had the same amount of blood covering his clothes as Caden. Her men were a force all their own.

  Her gaze roamed over to where Caden stood to her right.

  “You did what you had to do, sweetheart. Don’t let it bother you. He came here today with the intent to kill you.” A big part of her liked the authority evident in his voice.

  “Or worse, take me back to someone he called El Jefe.” Something told her that was far worse than taking a bullet.

  She put her hands over Reece’s and he stopped fussing over her bandage to raise his gaze to hers. “I don’t know who he was talking about, but someone is still out there that wants me dead.”

  Reece gathered her hands in his. “You don’t need to worry. When we get back Stateside we’ll make a few calls and put an end to this.”

  Some things were better left unsaid and she knew that was where he would leave the conversation.

  “What happened out there?”

  Beyond the small kitchen she could see detectives and the local police marking off the property with yellow tape. It wouldn’t be long before they wanted to talk with her.

  Caden’s jaw tensed and he grunted. “Short version. After I left you here I went to help Reece. All hell broke loose and we found ourselves in a bit of a Mexican standoff with Reece’s 9mm and my .38 special on our side, six highly armed and pissed off Bautista thugs and only one exit strategy.”

  A low rumble worked through Reece’s throat. “Yeah, don’t get killed.”

  Caden shrugged. “It worked. We took out four hostiles when local authorities dropped in.”

  “Señor, estamos listos para la señorita.”

  Caden cocked an eyebrow at the emergency paramedic who popped around the corner. Abigail moved to stand, but Reece placed a hand on her shoulder. “Allow me.” He bent, placed a hand beneath her legs and around her back then lifted.

  “You know I can walk. It’s a shoulder wound, not a leg wound.”

  “Yeah, but you don’t have to. That’s what we’re here for.”

  “You spoil me too much and I might get used to it.”

  “Is that a promise, darling?”

  Epilogue

  Abigail planted her good hand behind her and pushed. If she had to stay another day in bed, she would not be held accountable for the amount of crazy lady she would unleash on two very unsuspecting, stubborn men.

  A small part of her loved all the attention, especially the sponge baths, but enough was enough. It had been a week since the shootout south of the Mexican border and she had work to do. She had to admit one thing, though. There was a definite upside to the extra time to work through the knotted mess of thoughts on what had gone down in Mexico.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  Flustered, she huffed out a breath and settled against the pillow Caden had put behind her thirty minutes before.

  “Nowhere, I guess.”

  “Our patient trying to flee again?”

  “I think we need to tie her down if we mean to keep her still for much longer.”

  “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea, Reece.”

  “Ummm… a bum arm here. Not to mention some odd bruising along my neck and chest.” Abigail pointed to her face then her wrapped and cradled arm.

  “Ahhh…now you notice and realize why you’re still our prisoner.”

  “I notice it—the pain is ever-present.”

  “Do you need more meds, sweetheart?” The bed dipped from the weight of Caden settling on one side and Reece on the other. The smell of freshly bathed men filled her nostrils and it was all she could do to not close her eyes and turn into putty. And they knew it, judging by the matching smirks that played at the corners of their lips.

  “You can’t keep me here forever.” She tried for her stubborn face but they didn’t bite.

  “If we had it our way, that’s exactly where you’d be. In our bed forever.”

  “In our lives, in our hearts and in our home,” Reece added with a tender look in his eyes.

  “That’s already been settled, boys. But I am curious. What do we tell to everyone in the office? My sister? Am I dating you both? Or…?”

  “You belong to us both. Dating? Nah, you’re ours and you’re home right where you’re at.”

  “As for your sister, I think she already knows. She’s been calling nonstop checking up on you. She knows. Plus we straight out told her. We have nothing to hide.” Reece wound his fingers through hers.

  “We don’t care what anyone else has to say in the office or anywhere. Perks of being the bosses.” Caden winked.

  Abigail shifted and misplaced her weight, catching herself on her bad arm.

  “Sss,” she hissed.

  “Here, let me make it better.” Reece peppered feather-light kisses up her bandaged arm, then ever so tenderly placed a kiss beside where the bullet had torn through her flesh.

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sp; Reece pulled back, all playing gone from his expression. “Abigail, we are your family now. This house is your home. Our home. I know it’s fast and I don’t blame you if you want to take a step back.”

  What made him think that?

  Reece continued. “One of us would marry you right here right now if you’d say yes.”

  “He’s right. We want to seal the deal.” Caden followed his friends lead and rested a hand on her flat stomach. “I think you know how we feel about you. We’ve wanted you since the day you walked into our office with the cutest smile and the worst résumé we’ve ever read.”

  Abigail cringed. They had her there, but how intriguing they wanted her from day one. The feeling was mutual.

  She cleared her throat. “You know, I guess in a way this whole screwed up mess is a blessing in disguise.”

  Reece tipped her chin so she was looking at him. “If it makes you feel better, babe. But in reality, we weren’t going to wait much longer before claiming you. Caden would have made damn sure I got my head on straight. You know that.”

  She did. Fate had the biggest damn sense of humor or she had a twisted take on life. Either way she looked at it, she still got two of the hottest guys a woman could ever dream to have as her own.

  “Help me up.”

  Both men stood. Reece rounded the bed and grasped her good hand while Caden supported her with an arm around her waist. Overkill, but she let them have their way.

  “You can go back to sitting the way you were.” She ran her good hand down the front of her borrowed cotton T and took a moment to gain her balance. Dusk moved into night long ago, but with all the rest she’d had recently, sleep was the last thing on her mind.

  She slowly walked to the end of the bed and gingerly worked the sling holding her arm in place off her shoulder. Caden moved to stop her, but she stabbed him with a don’t-even-try look that had him sitting back down at the head of the bed.

  Gently, she fisted the hem of her shirt and lifted it first of her good arm, then slid it down and over her injury. She might be aching, but she had something else in mind for the pain.

  “Easy, baby. Let me help.”

  “Not so fast there, Mr. Sterling.” She eyed him with her sexiest look, daring him to move.

  She slipped the cotton off her arm and tossed it on top of her sling.

  She stood before them in nothing but a pair of black silk panties the guys had picked up for her after returning Stateside.

  Like hungry wolves, their gazes devoured her from head to toe.

  “Come here.” Reece’s expression darkened and his voice turned husky. “Let us get a closer look.”

  She anchored her thumb into the soft waistband of her panties and worked them down her waist, one inch at a time. The torture played out on her men’s faces and she loved every torturous second of it.

  With one final pull the silk pooled at her feet and she stood bare before them. “I don’t want to leave. In fact, I think we should get started on that family we talked about.” She licked a thumb and forefinger and took one of her nipples between her fingers. The sensitive flesh pebbled beneath her touch. She moaned, wanting it to be her men’s touch instead of her own.

  Caden soaked in the view and stroked a hand down the front of his jeans, his erection jailed by the rough material. He popped the button and the hiss of his zipper played a beautiful tune to her ears. Reece was next, but he was an all-in or nothing kind of guy. He stood, his gaze never leaving hers, stripped off his sweatpants and returned to his position at the head of the bed.

  “But I do have one question.” Abigail raised one knee, then the other and crawled onto the bed between her men. She touched her lips to Reece’s first, then Caden’s.

  Tenderness and passion played in their eyes and she almost felt guilty about what she was about to say.

  She gave a charming laugh followed by a devilish grin. “So Mr. Sterling, Mr. Hunter…are you ready for a new set of adventures?”

  “Come here, you dirty rebel,” Caden growled and she laughed as he devoured her lips with a searing kiss that left her soul claimed.

  She fell into Reece’s waiting arms and gave herself over to loving her two bosses.

  THE END

  RED HOT SERIES

  Red Hot Christmas Virgin

  Red Hot Naughty Vixen

  Red Hot Dirty Rebel

  STANDALONES

  Unwrapping His Christmas Virgin

  Guarding Their Valentine

  Dirty Little Blackmailer

  Hard Riding

  DIRTY LITTLE DARES

  The Professors’ Sweet Treat

  The Professor’s Bought Bride

  The Professor’s Sweet Virgin

  Dirty Little Dares Box Set

  HAREM OF THREE

  Mercy for Three

  Honor for Three

  SAVAGE MOUNTAIN MEN

  Her Savage Mountain Man

  Claimed by Her Mountain Man

  Sharing Their Mountain Bride

  His Snowbound Mountain Virgin

  MAGICALLY MATED

  Mated by the Alpha

  Forever Mated

  Cuffed and Mated

  Twice Mated

  JINGLE SPELLS

  Jingle Spells #1

  BIG DIX

  Mister Bad Boy Firefighter

  Mister Billionaire’s Fake Bride

  HARD MEN IN UNIFORM

  Claimed by Her Soldier

  Belonging to Her Soldier

  CHERRY POPPERS

  Cherry Sweet

  Cherry Bossed

  Cherrilicious Ink

  Wild Cherry

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  Table of Contents

  Red Hot Romance Series

  Red Hot Christmas Virgin

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Red Hot Naughty Vixen

  Red Hot Dirty Bosses

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

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