Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His SEAL Team, Part 3

by Delilah Devlin

  “Oh, God,” I gasped and closed my eyes.

  When I heard a foot scrape, I peeked between my lids. Harley’s shoulders were tight with rejection, and he was turning away.

  “Don’t go.” I pushed at Payton’s shoulders to halt his motions. When we were still, I drew deep breaths to calm my heart and clear my head. “Tell me why you can’t be here.”

  “You don’t understand,” Harley said. “I might have been able to do this, if you didn’t already have them, but…when you see me…next to them…”

  “Try me,” I pleaded, my throat tightening. “Please don’t decide we won’t work without seeing me…watching you. I promise this isn’t pity or some extreme rehab. I want you here. We all do.”

  Still not facing me, I watched while that muscle slid along the edge of his jaw as he ground his teeth. His head dipped. His eyes closed. And then his hands went to his zipper.

  I held still. Once again, hardening myself against whatever it was he was hiding. I mean, I’d seen men without legs before. Several of Hunter’s SEAL team members had met similar fates. They’d adjusted. Their girlfriends and wives had stuck by them. No one flinched from the sight of their burned or maimed bodies.

  But this was Harley. Sweet, funny, flirty Harley. His head swung my way. His gaze hardened and narrowed as he shoved down his pants.

  I waited until he’d clumsily kicked away his clothing before I dropped my gaze. I swallowed hard. “Fuck, that’s so goddamn sexy,” I said, my voice hoarse. And I wasn’t lying. His body—flesh and prosthetic—was a study of scars and strength. The muscles of his abdomen rippled as he turned. Red scars marred his outer thigh, disappearing inside the cup of his prosthetic leg.

  Payton snorted. “She’s not talking about your prick, man.”

  Harley’s brows lowered. His brown eyes glistened.

  I raised mine to meet his gaze. “I mean it. You’re fucking hot. Does that thing squeak while you fuck?”

  Harley wiped a hand over his face then gave me a sexy glare. “You sure Hunter won’t cut off my dick?”

  His irritation was all show. Relief showed in his stark expression. “Hunter wants me happy, baby. Tell him, Payton,” I said, my own eyes beginning to fill because I’d built this moment up in my mind for weeks now, and I’d worried about what I’d feel. I hadn’t wanted to disappoint Harley or feel ashamed of my reaction. And I’d worried for nothing. Everything was going to be all right. The way Harley’s body quivered as he stood there told me he wasn’t afraid anymore. Liberation from his fear made him shiver. I knew because I felt the same damn way.

  Payton cupped my cheeks and used his thumbs to dry my tears. “Want me to show him how this is done?”

  “I think I can figure it out,” Harley said, giving us both a one-sided smile. Harley’s old teasing smile. With his halting stride, he came to the couch and lowered himself beside Payton and me.

  Marco tossed him a condom from the box on the side table. “There’s rules, buddy.”

  Harley nodded, and a blush darkened his skin. “I can live with rules.”

  So long as he could be inside me. He didn’t have to finish the thought. We all heard him loud and clear.

  While he rolled a condom down his shaft, my vagina clenched around Payton.

  Payton sighed. He raised his hand and pinched his thumb and forefinger together. “I was this close.”

  We all laughed, relief making us all a little loud. With a big show of reluctance, Payton lifted me off his cock and moved me toward Harley’s lap.

  Harley held up his hook. “Think you’d like to feel it squeeze something else?”

  I widened my eyes. “Maybe after you’ve learned some finer motor skills.”

  The men shared dirty chuckles.

  I glanced downward at his cock, which was thick and reddened and bobbing against his belly. Without preamble, I rose on my knees, gripped his shaft, and centered him between my folds. When it was poised at my entrance, I glanced at Harley, feeling suddenly shy.

  He must have understood, because he cupped the back of my head and brought me forward. When our lips met, I sighed, enjoying the soft kiss he gave me.

  He leaned his forehead against mine. “Can’t promise I’ll last long,” he whispered. “I’ve been dreaming about this forever.”

  I heard the other two men move away and pad down the hallway, leaving us alone. I rocked my head forward and kissed his mouth. “So have I.”

  “Would it be a bad thing if I told you I’m a little in love with you?”

  I smiled. “I love you, too. Think I’d be ready to fuck you if I didn’t?”

  Harley smiled ruefully. “This doesn’t feel real.”

  I rubbed my breasts against his chest, letting the tips tangle in his light fur. “Feels real to me. You ready?” I whispered.

  “Jesus, fucking, hell,” he muttered. Then he gripped one side of my ass with his warm hand. But he didn’t push me down. He left me the choice. A final out.

  Slowly, I lowered onto his cock. When our groins met, I paused, savoring the feel of him inside me.

  “God, you’re hot.”

  “Payton got me warmed up.”

  “Should I worry he was here first?”

  I lifted a brow. “I feel you. Every fucking inch, baby.” I gave him a sexy grind, and then rose and lowered and repeated the process until I felt warm all over. Soon enough, sweat broke on my brow. My breaths deepened.

  I liked the way he felt—inside me, against me. All that rock-hard warmth and cool metal. Before long, I bounced, my movements more jarring, and moans beginning to rise from my throat—and his.

  “Jesus, fuck,” he whispered and rubbed his bristled cheek against mine.

  I mashed my chest against his, needing friction burning my nipples every bit as hot as what was happening below. My pussy was engorged. My clit pebble hard and scraping against his pubes. But I wanted to last just a bit longer, make it really good for him, show him how much he turned me on…

  A hand slid over my shoulder, my hair was pushed forward, and a kiss landed on the back of my neck. Without glancing backward, I knew it was Hunter. He was there to show Harley it was all right to enjoy this, but also, to let him know who really owned my ass—in the crudest possible way.

  A slick finger rubbed my asshole, and my pussy clamped around Harley’s dick.

  “Easy there,” he said, then hissed a breath.

  Desperation was in his eyes. He was ready to blow, and probably didn’t know the protocol here.

  Going still, I reached down between our bodies and ringed the base of his cock, forestalling his orgasm. “It’s about to get wild,” I whispered.

  The corners of Harley’s mouth twitched, but then he firmed his lips into a narrow line.

  “Need to think about something else,” he gritted out and lifted his hook to clamp around my breast—with a little help from me pushing the fullness of my boob between the tines.

  As Hunter worked a gel-slicked finger into my ass, he rubbed his cheek against mine.

  I knew how he must look—feral and glaring at Harley. Making sure Harley knew who was in charge. Then he withdrew his fingers and moved closer to my back. He pressed against Harley’s thighs to widen them. Reached past his shoulder to brace a hand against the sofa back as he leaned into me. His cock pushed against my asshole.

  I drew a sharp, hissing breath as he stretched the tiny muscles, making them burn.

  “Relax, baby. Let me in,” he whispered. Slowly, he filled me.

  My eyelids dipped. My breaths shortened. Fuck, I loved this. Loved being filled front and back. Impaled, held still, by two thick cocks. When my steplover began to move, I slowly eased my hand from the base of Harley’s cock and slid downward, taking all of both of them inside me.

  Hunter began slowly, pushing in, pulling out.

  With my breast still gripped by metal tines, I reached for Harley’s hand and placed it over the other. “Pinch it tight,” I whispered.

  Harley twisted m
y nipple and clamped my breast. Hunter fucked in and out, just my thin inner wall separating him from rubbing all over Harley’s cock.

  And Harley could feel it, wanted to resist it. His tightening jaw and desperate gaze told me he didn’t want to get off. Not yet.

  But Hunter insisted, grinding and rubbing, then pounding the both of us.

  I rested against Harley’s chest, curving my neck to slide my tongue along the edge of his jaw, the shell of his ear. Tasting him. “Like this, Harley?” I whispered. “Want to come with us?”

  “Jesus, fuck,” he growled and kissed me hard.

  The kiss must have angered Hunter, because he did something unexpected. Something that shocked me into an instant orgasm. He gripped Harley’s hair and bent closer to place a kiss directly on the other man’s mouth.

  And Harley didn’t fight it. His jaw opened. There was tongue. I knew it. But the hottest sight I’d ever seen wasn’t one I could savor. I arched hard between their two bodies and screamed as pleasure exploded.

  *

  Later that night, I slipped from Hunter’s bed, donned one of his big tees, and headed to the kitchen. The light over the stove was on. One figure was seated at the kitchen bar.

  I hadn’t seen Harley since we’d all separated, and Hunter had hauled me over his shoulder to take me straight to his bed to administer my punishment. Rubbing my sore ass, I stalled in the doorway, unsure how I’d be received. What had happened, between two extremely hetero guys, had rocked me to my core.

  Harley cut his sandwich down the center and held up half.

  Drawing a deep breath, I entered and took the barstool beside him. “Thanks,” I said, taking a big bite from the ham and cheese sandwich. I gave Harley a sideways glance.

  “We’re not talking about it.”

  “Which?” I said around a mouthful of food. “Us fucking or…the kiss?”

  “Never happened,” he bit out.

  “You know, Marco and Payton have shared kisses with me before, tongues tangled—”

  “You weren’t there.”

  I chuckled. “Yeah, Hunter’s going to pretend it never happened, too.” I gave an exaggerated shiver. “But it is great ammunition.”

  We ate in companionable silence for a few more minutes. Then I swiveled on my seat to face him. “So, what do you think?”

  “About what never happened?”

  I rolled my eyes. So, who was obsessing now? “About this arrangement?”

  Harley sighed. “Seems pretty crowded already.”

  “Yeah, we’ll probably need a bigger place. Or we could move in some bunk beds.”

  “Bigger place,” he said with a grunt.

  I hid a smile and took another bite. He hadn’t outright refused. “We could get a house closer to the rehab center.”

  “Or nearer Little Creek.”

  “Want everyone in our business?”

  He arched an eyebrow. “Are you planning on adding any more friends with benefits?”

  I shook my head and reached out to caress his cheek. “I’m exhausted already. I don’t think I can handle any more of you studs.”

  Harley’s gaze grew solemn, and he reached to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “Thanks.”

  This time I lifted a brow. I deserved more.

  Harley’s gaze dropped to his hook. “I’ve been stewing. Didn’t know what was next. Still don’t. But now…”

  “You’re not alone,” I said, patting his cheek. “Your friends are still your friends. Hell, they might need you to pick them up someday, remind them there’s a happy ever after…even after…”

  He gave me a crooked smile. “You really don’t mind?” he said, holding up his hook.

  “Told you. It’s hot. Girls dig scars…and hooks.”

  “And bionic legs?”

  “Makes a girl wonder what else has been enhanced.”

  We shared wicked grins then leaned close together to share a long, very wet kiss.

  “Did I tell you I was this close?” Payton said from the doorway.

  I flashed a smile at Harley and lifted my shoulders. “A woman’s work is never done.” I slid from the stool and padded toward Payton who wrapped an arm around my waist. As I gazed back at Harley, I didn’t see the man who’d looked so scared and defeated when he’d stood inside my doorway. I saw the proud SEAL.

  He gave me a little two-fingered salute and took a bite of his sandwich.

  I let Payton turn me toward the hallway. “Hope you’re rested,” I muttered.

  “Baby, you won’t have to lift a finger.”

  *

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