Jacked Up

by Samantha Kane

  “ ‘Thanks for letting me be here’?” King repeated. “Like you don’t belong or something? Look at me.” Sam looked over his shoulder as Jane looked up at King, who loomed over them both with a frown. “Everything we have is because of you. Don’t ever forget that. We might never have admitted our feelings if you hadn’t questioned them, and definitely not if you hadn’t encouraged them. You are as much a part of us as we are.”

  She shook her head. “No. You loved one another before you met me.”

  “I was afraid to love anyone,” Sam told her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her hip. “But the way you were that first night with us, suddenly anything seemed possible. I knew then that I could fall in love with you. Didn’t I say so, King?”

  “You did, brah. And I was worried I’d ruined you for all other women because I saw Jane at that bar and suddenly no one else would do.”

  “You did ruin me,” Sam said with a smile. “I only want Jane. Forever and ever amen.”

  “Sam,” she said, stunned. She sat back on her heels and stared at him in wide-eyed wonder. “I mean, that’s…wow. I feel like I haven’t earned that.”

  “Love isn’t earned,” King told her. Sam watched him lean over to cup Jane’s cheek and kiss her tenderly. “It’s freely given. You should know that. You do it every day.”

  “I don’t love everyone,” Jane protested. “I only love you two. Well, and my family. And friends. You know what I mean.”

  “The way you care is love,” King told her. “You shower everyone with it. Let us give some to you.”

  She smiled wryly. “I’ve been trying to get you to do that for almost an hour.”

  “Get down here,” Sam demanded. “I’ve got some love for you.” It didn’t go over as he’d planned. Jane frowned as she looked down at him.

  “You don’t love me just for this, do you?” she asked. “I mean the sex, which is incredible and beyond my wildest fantasies, don’t get me wrong. But there’s more to us than that, isn’t there?”

  This time Sam got up on his knees and faced her. King was still close behind him and he wrapped his arm around Sam’s chest. The move pressed them together so that Sam could feel King’s hard cock rubbing into his crease. His heartbeat raced at the contact. “We are so much more than this,” he said a little breathlessly. “Although this is pretty amazing. But I care about you, Jane. I want you to be happy. I worry about your day, what you’re doing and how you feel and how I can make it better. Your smile and laughter and, yes, kisses, make my world make sense because, let’s face it, I have some serious shit in my head twenty-four–seven. You and King make me forget that stuff because all I can think about is you. That’s more, isn’t it?”

  “Sammy,” King said gruffly, his lips pressed against the side of Sam’s head.

  “That’s more,” Jane whispered, tears in her eyes. “I feel that way, too. I’m not going to lie, there are times I just want to wrap myself around you and shield you from the world. So I’m good with that.” She shook her head. “But this football thing is going to be an adjustment. I almost lost it up there watching you two endanger yourselves on the field.”

  King frowned. “You didn’t say anything before. Why?”

  “Because I can see how much you love football,” she said with a shrug. “And I just want you both to be happy. I think football makes you happy.”

  “You make me happier,” King said simply. “Both of you.”

  “Happier than fishing?” Sam asked, grinning at Jane. She bit her lip trying not to laugh.

  “Aw, Sam,” King said, evasively. “Now you’re just teasing.”

  Jane scooted back so that she was leaning against the padded headboard. She crooked her finger at them. “Come and give me some love,” she said suggestively. “And show me how you love each other.”

  Sam slid up between her spread legs and King followed him. “You’re the tease,” he told her, nuzzling her neck. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “I’m not a tease,” she said. “I’m a very happy slut who is horny as hell and wants to fuck. King?”

  “Spread your legs, Sam,” King said roughly. “Let me in.”

  Sam did as he was told, letting King take over. For a minute, anyway. He already had the urge to tell him what to do and to position Jane the way he wanted her and to fuck them both hard and rough until he made them come. Apparently being the one getting fucked didn’t diminish his newly discovered dom tendencies. “Very soon I’m going to ride your dick,” he told King, squeezing Jane tight as he licked her shoulder. “Just lay you down and own you.”

  “Fuck, Sammy,” King said breathlessly. “You already own my dick. You and Jane can ride me anytime you like.”

  “Oh,” Jane said in that breathy voice that drove Sam crazy. “Yes.”

  King eased his cock into Sam’s lubed ass and Sam groaned. “Harder,” he demanded. “Fuck me like you mean it. I want to feel it.” King obeyed, holding Sam in place while he thrust into him.

  “Fuck,” Sam said sharply. His dick was leaking all over the place. “That’s going to make me come.”

  “Good,” King said. “Because your ass is so tight you’re going to make me come pretty quick.”

  Sam felt Jane’s hands glide over his sides to his ass. She leaned to the right a little and her hand slid over further. King pulled out a little and Sam sucked in a deep breath. When Jane’s hand rimmed his hole, feeling King inside him, he shuddered.

  “Oh,” Jane said with a moan. “I think I’m coming. Hurry and fuck me.”

  “Get on my dick,” Sam said between clenched teeth. “I’m trying to hold it in ’cause I want to come in your hot pussy.”

  “Fuck,” King said. His hand shot out and his palm slammed into the wall behind Jane. “Hurry up. Hurry up.”

  Jane wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck and crawled up his torso, her knees gripping his hips as she reached down and grabbed Sam’s dick. She guided it to her pussy and then slid down on it. She and Sam both groaned.

  “I am in fucking heaven,” Sam said, his eyes closed as he concentrated on what he was feeling. “Jane’s hot, wet pussy on my dick and King’s cock in my ass. I have fucking died and gone to heaven.”

  Jane laughed breathlessly. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she said. “Let’s all come.”

  King laughed, his voice shaky, as he pulled out of Sam a little more and then shoved his dick back in just the way Sam liked it. Pleasure zinged from his ass to his dick and straight to his head. The next time King pulled out, Sam pulled out of Jane, and then let King push him back in.

  “You letting me do all the work?” King teased him, biting his earlobe. Sam shivered.

  “I figured a guy as jacked as you could handle the load,” Sam teased him right back.

  “Fuck us, King,” Jane said. Then, “Sam, right there,” she moaned. “You’re hitting every right spot I’ve got.”

  “Every spot on you is the right spot for me,” Sam told her. He rubbed against her, and she gasped. Then she cried out in that high-pitched, sexy little squeal she did when she came. Her pussy squeezed him tight as she dug her nails into his back. “I can’t last,” he groaned. He was panting now. “I’m going to come. It’s too good.”

  “Do it,” King told him. “Come on my dick.” King fucked him hard and deep with a couple of fast thrusts while Jane clung to him, still coming, and Sam gave it up. With a shout of pure relief his orgasm hit him with a wave of hot pleasure that had him seeing stars. King gathered them both in his arms and bit Sam’s shoulder as he came, shoving his dick in Sam with a series of uncontrolled little thrusts that had Sam shivering as another wave of pleasure washed through him. When it was over they huddled there, clinging to each other, breathless.

  “Oh my God,” Jane finally said weakly. “That was better than the best sex ever on this entire planet. Better than that even.”

  “It was pretty quick,” King said, his voice still shaky. “We better do it again
and make it lasts longer just to be sure it’s the best sex ever.”

  “Good plan,” Sam said, panting. “Just let me recover for a week or so.”

  “You’ve got five minutes, stud,” Jane said, sounding as out of breath as he was. “Tops.”

  Sam laughed and pushed back against King, who slowly pulled out of him. Sam hissed at the sting.

  “Sorry,” King said, hugging him one armed. “I got a little crazy.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” Sam said with a laugh. “I’m so jacked up I like it crazy. I am crazy.” He laughed again and they both laughed with him as King climbed off the bed.

  “I’m crazy about you,” Jane said softly, leaning back in his arms to gaze up at him. He could see it in her face, that she was speaking the truth from her heart.

  “Good.” He hugged her tight. “I need a good bad girl to love me.”

  “I think I’m a bad good girl,” Jane said.

  “Is there a difference?” Sam asked, tumbling onto his side and pulling Jane with him.

  “Dude, condom,” King said, leaning over and gently prying it off Sam. Sam rolled to his back to make it easier and King surprised him by leaning over and taking his soft cock in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Sam moaned.

  “Too soon,” he said with regret. King laughed and let him go.

  “I just like it,” King said with a shrug. “No pressure.”

  “This is going to be amazing,” Jane said with a contented sigh, laying her head on Sam’s shoulder as she closed her eyes. King came back and lay down behind her, spooning her from behind and laying his hand on Sam’s stomach.

  “You’re a good bad girl,” King told her.

  “Because the King said so?” she asked sleepily. Sam kissed her forehead.

  “That’s right, baby,” King said with a chuckle. “It’s good to be King.”

  For my family and my readers. Always.

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to Random House and Loveswept for believing in the Rebels. Every team needs diehard fans. And to my editor, Junessa Viloria, who is head cheerleader for the Rebels. She gets it. Kimberly Rocha, thanks for making it possible for me to concentrate on writing. And J. D. Allen—go Buckeyes!—deserves hazard pay for the many emails and hours of phone calls, brainstorming, and talking football. I’d also like to thank all the Internet gurus out there who create and maintain websites for everything from public parks, hospitals, and restaurants to Samoan fishing guides and Samoan radio stations. Thanks to you, research becomes an immersive experience, allowing me to put myself in the same places where I send my characters when physically traveling to those places isn’t possible.

  BY SAMANTHA KANE

  Birmingham Rebels

  Broken Play

  Calling the Play

  Jacked Up

  The Saint’s Devils

  The Devil’s Thief

  Tempting a Devil

  Devil in My Arms

  SAMANTHA KANE lives in North Carolina with her husband and three children—two boys and one girl. With a master’s degree in American history, she spent seven years as a high school history teacher before becoming a full-time writer and mom.

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  Misconduct

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  Chapter 1

  Carmina sat there on her bed and glared at the vibrator. It rested on the nightstand, taunting her. She blew out a deep breath, cracking her neck as she did so, trying to relieve some of her tension. It didn’t help. She stood up and shook out her arms, then jogged in place for a few seconds. There. Better. Her therapy dog, Buster Keaton, raised his head and tilted it to the side as he watched her. She sat back down and drummed the fingers of both hands on her thighs and he put his head back down with a doggy sigh. A glance out of the corner of her eye showed the vibrator still sitting there, waiting. Carmina De La Cruz, you can do this, she told herself firmly. Hundreds, thousands, millions of women do it every day. Boom. No big, right? She blew out another breath, looking around the room. Of course she couldn’t get off. This place looked like a military barracks. There was no atmosphere. Nothing about the beige walls and carpet and plain white sheets in her room said sexy. They screamed boring head case. Ugh.

  Determinedly she popped up off the bed and turned off the overhead light. Too dark. She flipped it back on. Now it felt like the vibrator was going to interrogate her. Yeah, that sounded sexy for sure. She snorted. Stomping out to the living room she opened several cabinets before she found a candle. She’d bought it in case of a blackout. Masturbation atmosphere seemed like an equally important emergency situation.

  After five more minutes she gave up on finding something to light the damn thing with. Good thing it hadn’t been a real blackout emergency. Like most things in her life after Afghanistan, she’d managed to accomplish only half of the emergency plan. Candle? Check. Matches? I don’t need no stinkin’ matches. She snorted again. She could have tried rubbing two sticks together to light the damn candle. Then she could procrastinate longer. She felt like an idiot walking around her apartment buck naked and alone with her dog staring at her.

  Slowly she headed back to the bedroom. Turning on the bathroom light and partially closing the door was the best she could do for lighting. At least she got rid of the glaring overhead light. With a resolution she was far from feeling, she grabbed the vibrator off the nightstand and threw herself down on the bed. She adjusted the pillows behind her. The vibrator was new. She had a drawer full of vibrators. Maybe this would be the magic wand. She grinned at the private joke. It was one of those rabbit-type ones, with a little ear for clitoral stimulation and a big plastic fake dick for other, obvious reasons.

  With another deep breath, she closed her eyes. Time to try the imagination thing again. Who would it be today? She’d tried just about every guy she knew in the starring role in her fantasies. Except her best friend, Sam. That was just gross. His boyfriend, King, was out too, because he was just an extension of Sam. That left about ten or so guys on the Birmingham Rebels NFL team. Because of Sam and King, who were both defensemen for the Rebels, those were the only men she really knew these days. She didn’t get out much except with Sam and King and their girlfriend, Jane.

  Carmina let out a wobbly sigh. She knew she should try harder to meet people. But since the explosion of the IED in Afghanistan and the resulting traumatic brain injury that had impaired her speech, she preferred staying in to going out. No guy wanted a woman who couldn’t even manage a simple sentence without breaking out in a cold sweat from the effort. They either treated her like she was mentally impaired or an invalid. She was neither. She was just a goddamned horny woman who hadn’t had an orgasm in three years, five months, sixteen days and—she glanced at the clock—six hours, give or take a half hour or so. Not that she was counting.

  Her last orgasm had been self-induced. In Afghanistan the guys always talked about jacking off to relieve the tension. She’d tried it and gotten off. It hadn’t relieved the tension, but she’d gotten to come, so it was a trade-off. The point was, she’d come. She knew she could do it. Before that damn IED, she’d masturbated to completion probably a hundred times. So why hadn’t she been able to come for over three years? She thunked the side of her head with her fist. This was why. Her freaking messed-up brain.

  With determination, she shut down those thoughts. Instead she focused on Tom Kelly, the rookie running back with the Rebels. He was a couple of years younger than she was, true, but not so much that she felt pervy about it. He was big, a few inches over six feet, with the sort of wholesomeness that only comes from growing up in the heartland of the Midwest. There was something about boys that came from there. She’d known several in the army. Every time they opened their mouth, you expected them to ask
if you needed them to mow your lawn or carry your groceries. But at the same time you wanted them to ask if you’d like to climb into the back of their pickup truck and hump them like a porn star. Which she most definitely wanted to do to Tom Kelly. The problem was, he was humping everyone like that these days. She shook her head. He’d apparently discovered he was bisexual once he hit Birmingham, and that boy was making up for lost time with both sexes. She envied him that carefree sexuality. She would have given anything to be a happy slut at that moment.

  Carmina turned on the vibrator and let it rest against her clitoris, the low hum of the toy loud in the quiet of her room. The vibrations made her toes curl and she spread her legs wider, bending her knees. She’d read up on how to do this right, even watched some how-to videos. She’d felt like a total pervert watching women get themselves off, but she’d studied those videos like she was taking the masturbating SAT tomorrow. She tried all the tricks, all the steps. She let the little rabbit ear massage her clit, she powered up the vibrator as her excitement escalated, she fucked that fake, plastic dildo right against her G-spot, imagining it was Tom Kelly’s dick.

  Her thoughts wandered and she found herself thinking about Tom’s best friend on the team, Danny Smith. He was an enigma to her. She’d run into Danny and Tom a few times over the last couple of months when she’d been out with Sam and King and Jane. Tom and Danny were always together, it seemed. A few times when she’d been talking to Tom she’d caught Danny looking at her with an intensity that shocked her. Danny had gorgeous dark brown eyes with long lashes and dark brown skin covering a seriously hot body. It was a very potent combination. Normally guys that intense didn’t do it for her. But she wasn’t sure whether his intensity was directed at her or at Tom, and because she was screwed-up in the head, that uncertainty did it for her. Just thinking about it, wondering if he was hot for Tom or her or both, got her hot and sweaty and crazy turned on. In the past her mind never would have gone there. But she’d clearly been influenced by Sam’s unexpected revelation that he was bi and his relationship with King and Jane.