Saved by the SEALs: A Military Reverse Harem Romance

by Cassie Cole

  “You might have to convince us,” Cairo said. “Maybe pull the information out of us.”

  I crossed my arms underneath my breasts in that way I knew drove them crazy. “Someone once told me that trying to interrogate a Navy SEAL was like trying to pull water from a stone.”

  “Hey now,” Hunter grinned. “That doesn’t mean it’s not worth trying.”

  I threw a leg over Cairo’s lap and straddled him in the chair, pushing my shirt out until my breasts were inches from his face. “I’ve never been one to give up a challenge.”

  “No,” Logan said as he leaned against the wall. “You always like a challenge.”

  I leaned in slowly to brush my lips against Cairo’s. He tasted like sweet ketchup and sugar. I looked into his amber eyes and gave him another kiss, feather-light while I ground my hips into his crotch.

  “How about now?” I asked.

  “Hmm, I don’t think I can tell you yet,” he said.

  “Then I guess I give up.” I stood and pretended to walk away, but he was quick to grab my arm.

  “I’ll give you something better than information.”

  I yelped as he threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the bedroom. I playfully pounded my fists on his thick rump, and then I was flying through the air as he tossed me on the big hotel bed. I bounced up and down as Cairo slowly removed his shirt, revealing the chiseled muscle underneath.

  “New mission,” Cairo announced as the other two came into the room. “Fill Karen so tight that she doesn’t care about where we’re going next.”

  “Hell fucking yeah,” Hunter said, stripping his shirt and joining us.

  I moaned as Hunter shoved his tongue in my mouth, then slipped a hand up my shirt to cup one breast. Cairo pulled my pants off, and then Logan shouldered him aside and said, “I’ll take over from here.” He lowered his face between my legs and went to town eating me out, causing me to squirm and gasp.

  Hunter pulled my shirt over my head and grinned. “God, you’re fucking hot.” He took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked gently, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through my body.

  “I thought… I was supposed to be the one… interrogating you guys,” I gasped while Logan’s tongue penetrated deep into my pussy.

  “Fuck that, bro,” Hunter said. “It’s more fun to have our way with you.”

  Yeah, it is, I thought as his tongue swirled around my nipple.

  “I have an idea,” Cairo said. I couldn’t see him, but he was retrieving something out of his bag. “Roll her over.”

  Logan paused what he was doing long enough to say, “That thing we talked about?”

  “Uh huh. I bet she’ll love it.”

  “Love what?” I demanded. “Tell me!”

  “It’s more fun to show you.” Logan rolled me over onto my side, then bent the knee of my upper leg so he could get his mouth back on my clit. I felt Cairo’s weight as he got on the bed, crouching on his knees behind my exposed ass. He had the bottle of lube in his hand, and was coating his hard cock with it. A shiver of anticipation went through my body.

  “I want it,” I said.

  Cairo’s lubricated fingers touched me from behind, circling my tight asshole and then plunging inside. “But you don’t even know what it is yet.”

  “I don’t need to. I’ll love whatever it is.”

  “Fuck yeah you will,” Hunter said as he slid out of his jeans.

  Logan kept his lips firmly around my clit, sucking and licking, as Cairo positioned himself behind my ass. Thanks to the lubrication and plenty of practice, his cock slid into my back door with ease.

  I’d been double-penetrated by them plenty of times. But I’d never had one of them going down on me while another one fucked me. The sensation was intense and wonderful—having my ass filled by Cairo’s long cock while Logan’s tongue swirled around my clit. I let out a loud moan of surprise, then excitement.

  “Jesus, I’m gonna come,” Cairo moaned, grabbing my waist and thigh. “Every time with Karen feels like the first time.”

  “You’d better not,” I sighed. “Otherwise I’ll make Hunter take your place.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  I moaned louder as Cairo began fucking me. “You’re making too much noise,” Hunter said, then crouched in front of my face and shoved his cock into my mouth. “Moan on this.”

  I obeyed, taking as much of his dick into my mouth as I could and moaning around it. He grabbed my head as if it were my hips and rocked back and forth on the bed, fucking my mouth. Making it his.

  “Bro,” he said, rolling his head with lust. “I don’t know which I like more. Her mouth, her pussy, or her ass.”

  Logan hummed his agreement into my clit, hands sliding up my belly and chest while his tongue did its job.

  I loved how they took me, using me like an object. Sometimes they were gentle, or overly courteous with me, but after a mission they were always ravenous. I wanted it that way. What was the point of having three Navy SEAL lovers if they didn’t take charge?

  The combination anal and clitoral stimulation brought me to a powerful, almost painful climax. I screamed around Hunter’s manhood and grabbed a handful of his ass because I needed something to squeeze while everything trembled and tingled and went white. Familiar with what I loved, Logan sucked on my clit as I orgasmed, taking the entire surrounding area into his mouth with wonderful pressure. I used my other hand to grab his head and hold him there, because I knew I would die if his mouth did anything different.

  He rumbled with deep laughter when I finally came down and let go. “I never get tired of making you come.”

  “Then let me return the favor,” I breathed. I was spent, but still not satisfied. Not until the three of them had come. “Fuck me.”

  Cairo gave my ass one final thrust, holding it there at its deepest point, and then laid down next to me. He wrapped his arm underneath me and rolled me on top of him, my back against his chest and my legs spread in the air. A quick adjustment and he slid his cock back inside my ass where it belonged. Hunter moved out of the way, cock glistening with my saliva.

  Logan wasted no time removing his clothes, revealing the bullet wounds and scars on his torso. He stood at the edge of the bed, positioned himself between my legs, and slid his cock inside my drenched pussy.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he growled. “Never get tired of that, either.”

  “Harder,” I begged. Aftershocks from my previous orgasm were close, but I needed to be fucked. “Harder!”

  A sly smile crossed Logan’s lips as he obeyed. His upper body moved like a wave as he fucked me, rolling like a sail in the wind. Instantly, the pressure of having two cocks wedged against my inner walls pushed my pleasure to an intense new level.

  “Let me fuck those tits,” Hunter announced. He straddled my head, pressed my breasts together, and stuck his cock in the middle of them. He grunted with excitement as he fucked the tunnel he’d created, giving me a view of his balls and meaty ass and puckered little asshole in the process.

  “Only if you come inside of me,” I breathed. Cairo began thrusting into my ass from underneath.

  “Oh, I promise,” Hunter said. “Deep in your throat. I want you to swallow it.”

  “Every. Drop,” I moaned.

  While the other two fucked me, Hunter pulled his dick out from between my breasts and then backed up to stick it down my throat. One long shove, so deep I almost gagged, and then out again. He alternated like that, fucking my tits a few times and then sticking it back in my mouth, over and over again, his sounds of pleasure rising with each animal-like thrust.

  “I’m going to fill that tight little ass with my seed,” Cairo said, kissing the back of my neck. “Fuck. I’m going to fill it so good, oh…”

  Logan quickened his pace to join him, and Hunter stopped fucking my tits and shoved his cock in my mouth for good. He roared the loudest while fucking my face, practically gagging me on it as he neared his volcanic climax.


  Their cries of ecstasy were music to my ears as Cairo came, then Hunter, warm salty come squirting down the back of my throat. Like the obedient woman I was, I swallowed every drop while my ass swallowed every drop of Cairo’s.

  Finally Logan roared last, but certainly not least. His fingers dug into my thighs as he plunged his cock deep into my cunt and keeping it there, the muscles of his steel rod spasming as he emptied his load in my third hole.

  I closed my eyes and savored the feel of all three of them inside me at the same time. It never got old. It always felt like the first, scintillating time. If I could do this for the rest of my life, I would die happy.

  Logan collapsed onto the bed next to me, and then Hunter did the same. Cairo rolled me over but stayed in my ass, his shaft beginning to soften as he planted kisses along the back of my shoulder and neck.

  The four of us were a sweaty, spent mess.

  “Okay,” I said while catching my breath. “Now you’d better tell me why you’re not going home to the states with me.”

  Logan’s chest rumbled with silent laughter. “You’re not going home to the states either.”

  “I’m not?”

  Hunter’s face appeared above mine. He gave me a peck on the lips and said, “We’re going on a road trip.”

  “Across Europe,” Cairo hummed behind me. “Well, along the sea.”

  Logan rolled to the edge of the bed to reach his bag, then pulled out a map. Laying on his back next to me, he held it up in the air while tracing a line with his finger. “We’ll drive up the coast to all the wineries, then head inland to Florence.”

  Hunter jabbed the map with his finger. “Then over to Genoa. I want to see the Piazza De Ferrari.”

  I looked at him with surprise. “You want to do some sightseeing?”

  “It’s a piazza. I hear they have a cool fountain and shit.”

  “After that,” Logan said, annoyed that he was interrupted, “we’ll cross into France. There are several wineries between Nice and Marseille which come highly-recommended.”

  “I do like wine.”

  “We’ll continue along the coast as it curves south, into a little region of Spain called Catalonia.”

  “Oh?” I said, feigning interest. “Sounds pleasant.”

  “It is. Beautiful city, nice beaches. Used to have a problem with separatists, but someone took care of them a while back.”

  “Oh, well that’s good.”

  “Fuck yeah it is,” Hunter said, rolling off the bed to rummage in his bag. “I brought my best jeans.”

  He held up his designer jeans, the same ones he’d worn at the club all those years ago. And by God, he looked proud of them.

  The other three of us dissolved into a fit of giggles.

  “What?” Hunter’s face twisted with annoyance. “These are stylish! You guys just don’t get European fashion!”

  “Apparently there’s a lot that you get that I don’t,” Logan said with a straight face. “Like, hit on by all the men at the club.”

  “The bouncer’s phone number,” Cairo chimed in. “Remember that time at the Raleigh club?”

  “Oh man. He was really into Hunter.”

  “Bro, that’s not funny!”

  Teasing Hunter segued into going out for food. Our trip didn’t start until tomorrow, so we spent the afternoon being lazy together, eating, and making love.

  I looked forward to a road trip with much of the same: eating delicious food, drinking incredible wine, and making love to my three SEALs. That would make for a good week.

  Heck, it would make for a good life.

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  *

  They were paid to protect her.

  They never expected to fall for her.

  I’m a congresswoman with big ambitions.

  I don’t have time for love.

  But who do they send to guard my house at night?

  The hottest young cop in the city.

  Anthony is a cocky young Capitol Policeman who smiles like he knows all my secrets.

  And after the night we spend together?

  I know all his too.

  But he’s not the only one charged with protecting me.

  Ethan, the steel-jawed hunk who looks more like an MMA fighter than a personal bodyguard, shows up the next day.

  And the two of us already have a forbidden history.

  Then Agent Luca Santos, the grizzled Secret Service agent with experience in his eyes, is assigned to my detail.

  And although he tries to hide it, I can see the hungry look he gives me...

  Can I focus on my campaign with these delicious hunks guarding me all day?

  And more importantly: can they keep me safe from whoever is trying to kill me?

  Anthony

  Fucking hell.

  Out of all the politicians in Washington, I got sent to guard the ridiculously hot one.

  The one I’d made a pass at today.

  She was young for a senator. I’d assumed she was a campaign aide or an intern. Big fucking mistake on my part, I’ll admit. But using that as an excuse would have made me look like more of an asshole, not less. Better to steer into the skid.

  She’d answered the door wearing silk pajamas. Pants that were baggy and loose, but a top that hugged her curves more tightly. Breasts that were perky and full. She still had on the lipstick from the day which accentuated her full lips. Lips begging to be kissed. I was a sucker for a puckered red pair like that.

  Fucking hell. No politician had a right to look like that. How was I supposed to concentrate during the day with someone like her walking around in a pencil skirt and heels? Now that I knew who she was, Senator Elizabeth O’Hare from Ohio, I wasn’t even intimidated. If anything, the power she wielded made her seem even sexier. A woman with power.

  I fucking ached for her. Literal pain deep within the sexual part of my soul. If she were someone I’d met in a bar I would have spent the entire night trying to take her home. I would’ve brought my A-game.

  She thought she was being discrete, but I could see her peeking out the curtains at me every few minutes. Like I was a neighborhood bum who wouldn’t go away. Totally unappreciative that I was out here in the dick-numbing cold. Keeping her safe.

  Typical politician.

  But you know what? I didn’t really care. I wanted to keep her safe. It was my job, and I’d much rather be protecting someone like her than a wrinkled old fart who really took me for granted. Keeping people safe was in my blood.

  The fact that it was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen on the Hill…

  I rubbed my hands together. I had this post until I was relieved at 5:00am. I should have grabbed a sandwich from the QuikMart. Or a thermos of something hot. Yeah, soup. That’s what I should have brought. I’d kill for something like that if only to keep my hands warm.

  I glanced up at the apartment. She hadn’t peeked out at me in a while. She’d probably already gone to bed, my frozen ass already forgotten.

  “Fucking politicians,” I grumbled.

  “I already told you: the proper way to address me is Senator O’Hare.”

  I twisted on my bike. She stood behind me, a coat wrapped tight around her body. Even then she looked incredible, porcelain skin touched with just enough color from the cold. Rosy cheeks matching her lips.

  “You look pleased with yourself,” I said.

  “For someone watching my apartment, you’re not very observant.”

  “I’ve been watching the front door.”

  “But not the back, where I came around.” She smiled smugly, like she
’d gotten the best of me. Which, if I was being totally honest, she had.

  “You came out here in the cold just to tell me I’m doing a shitty job. A valuable use of taxpayer dollars.”

  “I came out here to offer you some food,” she leaned forward, squinting at my badge and revealing a bit of cleavage. “Officer duBois.”

  “I’m not hungry,” I lied.

  She arched an eyebrow at me. “Then I’m offering you some warmth. Come inside, have some food to be polite. Then you can go back to sulking out here like the kid who got put in timeout.”

  I set my jaw. “I’m not sulking.”

  She barked a laugh. “Okay.”

  She had a wonderful sparkle in her eyes. Her silky hair cascaded down her neck like a waterfall of smooth honey.

  Fucking hell. I wanted to do a lot more than just watch her apartment tonight.

  “Alright,” I finally said. “If it’ll make you feel safer, I’ll keep you company inside for a little while.

  She rolled her eyes and strode toward the apartment without another word. I followed close behind, tugged along by the smell of her flowery perfume.

  What trouble was I going to get myself into tonight?

  Fucking hell.

  Elizabeth

  I could feel him following behind me as we went into my apartment. He had a presence about him that was impossible to ignore. Boots that clomped heavily on my hardwood floor. It reminded me of Ethan walking into the hotel room last night, feet heavy with purpose.

  “Take those boots off before you track dirt everywhere,” I said as I went into the kitchen.

  “Whatever you want, sugar.”

  I grabbed my wine glass off the counter and gestured. “That’s the kind of thing that got you in trouble today, dude.”

  He grinned that knowing grin. “But it didn’t get me in trouble.”

  “It’s not too late for me to file a complaint,” I said. “Seriously though. Is this your first day on the job, or do you really think you can get away with addressing a senator like that?”