Out of Uniform Box Set: Books 4-6 plus 2 Bonus Novellas

by Kennedy, Elle

  “What’s wrong?” he said instantly.

  Looking pale, she focused her gaze not on Aidan, but Dylan. “If I ask you something, do you promise to give me an honest answer?”

  Concern filled Dylan’s eyes. “What’s going on?”

  “Just promise.”

  “I promise. Now what is it, honey?”

  “Did you know Chris was having an affair?”

  Aidan had not been expecting that. Neither had Dylan, because the man’s jaw dropped in shock.

  “What?”

  Claire walked over to the armchair and sat down with a miserable expression. “Did you know?”

  “Of course not.” Dylan shook his head, looking flabbergasted. “What do you mean, Chris was having an affair?”

  “I don’t know for sure, but that’s what the evidence suggests.”

  “What evidence?” Dylan asked sharply.

  She sighed. “I was on Facebook messaging a few friends from college, you know, just passing the time, and I was looking at some of their pictures. This one friend—well, more of an acquaintance, really—she’s a lawyer and she posted some pics of this charity event that took place a few months ago. Chris attended, but I couldn’t go, so he went alone. He’s in one of the pictures, looking very cozy with this skinny blonde who has her arm around his waist.”

  “That doesn’t mean they were having an affair,” Aidan pointed out.

  “I’m not done,” she said tersely. “So the blonde in the picture was tagged—her name’s Stephanie Lowenstein, and she’s a mutual Facebook friend of mine and Lisa’s, my lawyer friend. So I clicked on Stephanie’s profile.”

  Aidan’s stomach clenched. Shit, he didn’t like where this was going.

  “Her privacy settings are nonexistent, which means I was able to look at everything on her timeline. Including her pictures.”

  “Aw, fuck,” Dylan swore. “My brother was in some of them?”

  “In a lot of them, at least the most recent ones.” Claire’s mouth set in a tight line. “She’s in London with him right now. And she was in Aruba with him last week.”

  Dead silence crashed over the room.

  On the other couch, Dylan’s face went from shocked, to stricken, to downright furious.

  “Are you serious?” he demanded.

  “As a heart attack. And these pictures were a lot more cozy than the one from the party.”

  “That fucking bastard. What the hell is my brother thinking?”

  “Probably that he’s hit the jackpot. This girl is obviously related to Frank Lowenstein, the senior partner at Chris’s firm. She’s probably his daughter, which means she’s not only loaded, but has crazy connections and a membership to that stupid country club, and she probably comes with a million other perks Chris would appreciate.”

  Claire shoved a strand of hair out of her eyes. “I can’t believe him. I mean, I have to assume he was involved with her before the wedding, right? You don’t go away with someone unless the two of you have some sort of previous involvement, or at least a flirtation, right?”

  Dylan let out a breath. “Yeah, I’d say they were most likely involved.”

  Biting her lip, she looked down at the hands she’d clasped in her lap. “I don’t even know why I’m so upset. It’s just…fuck, call me a loser, but it’s an ego thing, I guess. I’ve never been cheated on before, and I hate the idea that someone found another woman more desirable than me. Even if that someone is Chris.” Her head lifted abruptly, her gaze seeking out Aidan’s, then Dylan’s. “You think I’m desirable, right?”

  Aidan barked out an incredulous laugh. “Are you kidding me? You’re the most desirable woman on the goddamn planet.”

  “Hands down,” Dylan confirmed.

  “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

  Aidan patted the couch cushion next to him. “C’mere.”

  She hesitated.

  “Claire. Don’t make me pick you up and carry you here,” he warned.

  She must have known he’d totally follow through on that threat, because she got off the armchair and joined him on the couch.

  Aidan took her hand and dragged his thumb over her knuckles. “We’re not saying what you want to hear in order to make you feel better. And you know what? Forget feeling better—you have absolutely no reason to be upset in the first place. Chris is an ass—” He glanced at Dylan “No offense, man.”

  “None taken.”

  “—And he doesn’t get the right to put that sad look in your eyes,” Aidan finished. “Let him have his Stephanie Lowenstein. I’m sure they deserve each other. You, on the other hand, deserve way better.”

  Hopping off the couch, Dylan marched over and settled on the other side of her. He reached for her free hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You deserve the best,” he declared. “You, Claire McKinley, deserve to be worshipped.”

  She smiled. “You guys are too sweet.”

  They both shrugged modestly.

  “I’m serious,” she insisted. “You’re the sweetest, kindest, most amazing men I have ever met.”

  “You don’t have to shower us with compliments,” Dylan said with a grin. “We’re already whipped by you. Case in point—that god-awful tree over there.”

  “He’s right,” Aidan agreed. “I mean, for us to even allow such a monstrosity into our home says a lot about—”

  She cut him off with a kiss.

  Claire’s lips were soft, warm, sweeter than honey. She kissed him tenderly, with only the fleeting brush of tongue, and before he could even react, she was gone. Shifting around and bestowing that same loving kiss on Dylan’s lips.

  “What was that for?” Dylan murmured.

  “Just felt like it.” Smiling, she got to her feet, her hands toying with the bottom of her bright yellow T-shirt. “So I was thinking…”

  Hope erupted in Aidan’s chest, but he refused to acknowledge it. Not until Claire made her intentions clear.

  And she made those intentions crystal clear by pulling her shirt over her head and then wiggling out of her leggings.

  His breath lodged in his throat. Her skimpy white bra barely covered her full breasts, and the matching panties were nothing but a little triangle with two thin straps. She was beautiful. Stunning. Extraordinary. There weren’t enough adjectives in the English language to describe the vision of female perfection standing in front of them.

  Lord, her bare skin looked so soft to the touch. He wanted to run his fingers over all that silky feminine flesh, but he resisted the urge, awaiting her next move.

  “Claire, you don’t have to…” Dylan trailed off, his eyes glued to the curves she’d put on display.

  Aidan picked up where the other man left off. “You don’t have to prove anything,” he said gruffly. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. If this is about wanting to feel desirable, then you’ve already got your answer.”

  A little smile tugged on the corners of her mouth. “Actually, this is about me wanting to be worshipped.”

  Aidan exchanged a look with Dylan, who seemed equally anxious. Neither of them wanted her to do something she truly didn’t feel comfortable doing.

  “You said that’s what I deserved, right?” Raising a brow, she glanced at each of them in challenge.

  “Yes,” Dylan said.

  “Then prove it, because if I ever needed to be worshipped, it’s right now.”

  Without waiting for an answer, she began walking away, drawing both their gazes to her perfect ass. She halted when she was halfway to the corridor, reached around to unhook her bra, then tossed the lacy garment in their direction.

  Keeping her back to them, she peeked over her shoulder with a coy smile. “You boys coming, or what?”

  13

  Claire’s heart was beating perilously fast as she entered Aidan’s bedroom. Her hands shook with both excitement and nervousness, but she tried not to focus on the latter. Because she wanted this.

  She really, really wa
nted this.

  It had nothing to do with the discovery that Chris had brought another woman on what should have been their honeymoon. She didn’t have feelings for Chris anymore, at least not this latest version of him. Or rather, the man he’d been all along but she’d been too blind to see it. The Chris who wanted to work in the prosecutor’s office and who liked taking her dancing didn’t exist. The real Chris didn’t deserve her, and he’d played no role in her decision to give in to Dylan and Aidan.

  She couldn’t avoid the truth any longer—she had feelings for them both. She desired them both.

  And she wanted both of them to fuck her.

  The guys walked into the room without a word. She’d left the light off, and neither man made a move to flick the switch. They just stood there in the darkness, shadows dancing on their respectively handsome faces, making the entire encounter feel so very dirty.

  It was Dylan who spoke first. “Get on the bed, Claire.”

  A dark thrill shot through her. She climbed onto the mattress of the king-sized bed and lay down on her back, resting her head on the mound of pillows leaning on the headboard.

  Aidan turned on the light, dimming it to a sexy glow, and then the two men approached with slow, methodical strides. Predatory, almost.

  Her pulse raced as they started to undress. Their shirts came off first, exposing bare chests heavy with muscle, gleaming abs, powerful arms.

  The pants were next, the material hitting the hardwood floor with a soft rustle.

  Dylan wore nothing underneath. His erection rose to full salute, making her mouth water.

  Aidan pushed his white boxers down his hips, and Claire got her first view of his cock. Longer than Dylan’s, but not as thick. Now her mouth went bone-dry.

  Hot male gazes roamed her body, which was stretched out on the bed for them like a sacrificial offering. But rather than take what she was freely giving, they turned to look at each other. And then they kissed.

  Claire’s panties flooded with moisture. Oh Lord. She would never get used to the sight of them doing that. Their mouths locked together, tongues teasing and exploring. She gasped when Aidan cupped Dylan’s ass and yanked the other man closer, grinding his cock against Dylan’s.

  The kiss lasted for several more seconds, then broke off abruptly, and the next thing she knew, Aidan was sitting next to her on the bed. She squeaked in surprise when he tore her panties off her body. The fabric ripped with a hiss and was tossed aside, leaving her completely exposed to his hungry gaze.

  “I’ve been dreaming about this pussy for more than a week,” he said in a serious tone. “Dylan says you taste like heaven.”

  Still standing by the bed, Dylan nodded earnestly. “She does, man. Makes the sexiest sounds when she comes too.”

  “Spread your legs wider,” Aidan ordered.

  She parted her thighs, anticipation coiling inside her like a rattlesnake. She wanted his mouth on her, but he was taking his sweet time giving it to her.

  Licking his lips, he brought his hand between her legs and stroked her with the tip of his index finger.

  She shuddered, wanting more. Needing more.

  That finger skimmed down to her opening and swirled around in the moisture pooled there.

  “So wet. Fuck. I need a taste.” He promptly lowered his head and lapped her up his with tongue.

  Claire’s hips shot off the bed. “Oh, that’s good.”

  “Only gonna get better, baby.”

  He wasn’t lying. Once he got going, she turned into a puddle of mindless, quivering lust. His tongue probed her—long, thorough licks that made her moan. Pinpricks of pleasure rose on her skin, and she rocked her hips to meet his greedy tongue, every muscle in her body quivering, tightening, throbbing.

  She caught a flicker of movement and realized Dylan was jerking himself off. His green eyes burned, lips slightly parted as he watched Aidan go down on her.

  “How does she taste, bro?” he murmured.

  Aidan raised his head and licked his lips, which were glossy with her juices. “So fucking sweet.” Then he resumed his feasting, shoving a finger into her tight sheath as he sucked on her clit with fervor.

  White dots danced in front of her eyes. She was close. Really, really close. But she didn’t want to come yet. She wanted these incredible sensations to last forever. Her eyelids fluttered closed, then popped open when a deep groan from Aidan vibrated in her core.

  Dylan had moved to the foot of the bed and was kneeling on the hardwood as he enveloped Aidan’s cock with his mouth.

  Never in her life would she have thought she’d be in this situation. Being devoured by a hot male mouth while another man sucked that man’s dick.

  Her wide eyes tracked Dylan’s every move, the way he took Aidan’s shaft all the way to the back of his throat, how he squeezed Aidan’s balls with one strong hand, the wet sucking sounds he made as his mouth traveled up and down that hard length.

  “Come for me.” Aidan’s voice was thick with desire. “I want you to come all over my face, Claire.”

  God, another dirty talker. Why didn’t that surprise her?

  He lowered his mouth again and fastened it on her clit. As he sucked, he fingered her in a steady rhythm, and it wasn’t long before an orgasm seized her body and swept her away to a whole other dimension.

  When she crashed back to Earth, she glimpsed the satisfied look glittering in Aidan’s eyes. Her gaze moved back to Dylan, who was no longer tending to Aidan, but watching her.

  “I love the look on your face when you come,” he told her.

  She was too blissfully numb to respond, unable to do anything more than lie there and quiver.

  Dylan got on the bed and lay on his side next to her. He reached for her hand and brought it to his erection, curling her fingers around that wide shaft. She immediately began to stroke him, then felt her other hand being yanked to Aidan’s cock as he settled on her other side.

  Oh wow. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Aidan’s cock was slick from Dylan’s saliva, making it easy to move her fist along the length of him.

  She thought about spitting in her hand to get Dylan nice and lubed, but she impulsively reached between her legs instead.

  Dylan growled when she brought her hand back to his cock and resumed stroking. “God, honey, that was the hottest thing you’ve ever done. Rub those sweet juices all over my dick.”

  Although she’d just climaxed, she was nowhere near sated. Continuing to stroke both men, she turned her head and planted a soft kiss on Dylan’s lips, then shifted in the other direction to do the same to Aidan.

  And it was to Aidan who she murmured, “I want you to fuck me. I want to know what your cock feels like inside me.”

  He groaned and pushed his erection deeper into her hand. “Christ. Yes.” He rolled over to open the top drawer of the end table, and rolled back with a strip of condoms and a tube of lube.

  He and Dylan wasted no time covering themselves with condoms, and then Dylan’s warm mouth was on her neck, nipping at her feverish flesh before kissing a path up to her earlobe. “So you want Aidan, huh? Not me?”

  Her gaze flew to his. Oh shit. Had she offended him? “No, I mean, I just…you and I already…and me and him haven’t…and…”

  His husky laughter warmed her ear. “I’m just teasing you, honey. I’d love to bury myself inside you, but there’s somewhere just as enticing for me to be.”

  Her breath hitched when she noticed the two men exchange a look. A sizzling, wicked look that ended with Aidan moaning.

  “You like the sound of that, huh?” Now Dylan was teasing his other lover. “You want me in your ass while you fuck Claire?”

  Her heart stopped as she waited for Aidan’s reply, which came swiftly and without hesitation. “God, yes.”

  Aidan tossed the lube to Dylan. His gaze dropped to Claire’s breasts, and a moment later, he leaned in to nuzzle them.

  When his tongue darted out and licked her nipple, she jerked in delig
ht. “You two always seem to forget about my boobs,” she mumbled.

  “Ah, I’m sorry, baby. It’s just because your pussy is so damn distracting.” He flashed her his dimpled, little-boy grin, then took her nipple in his mouth and sucked so hard it sent a spasm right to her core.

  Dylan moved to the foot of the bed to kneel behind Aidan. One strong arm came around and grasped Aidan’s cock, causing heat to ripple through Claire’s body.

  She was on fire again and in desperate need of release. With a groan, she commandeered Aidan’s erection from Dylan’s hand and guided it to her opening. He slipped inside, one inch at a time, until his shaft was buried to the hilt.

  “You’re so damn tight, sweetheart. Fucking love it.” Aidan withdrew halfway, then drove into her again.

  “Feels good to be inside her, doesn’t it?” Dylan’s arms wrapped around Aidan from behind, his fingers toying with the man’s flat brown nipples.

  Claire watched in fascination as Dylan’s deft fingers pinched those rigid buds, loving the way Aidan’s expression glazed over with pleasure.

  “Fuck her harder,” Dylan ordered. “I wanna hear the sexy sound she makes when you slam all the way in.”

  Aidan pulled his hips back, then plunged in deep.

  When Claire moaned, both men chuckled, looking mighty pleased with themselves.

  She opened her mouth, armed with a sassy remark, but then Aidan thrust into her again. And again. And again. Until all she was capable of doing was closing her eyes and holding on for the ride, crying out in pleasure each time he hit her sweet spot.

  When he went still and began to pull out, she groaned in disappointment, trying to trap him inside by bearing her inner muscles down on him.

  “Just a second, sweetheart,” he choked out. “Give me a second to… Oh sweet Jesus. Oh, that feels good.”

  Claire’s eyes flew open as she realized what was happening. Dylan was slowly working his way into Aidan’s ass. His face was buried in Aidan’s neck, lips planting soft kisses on the man’s skin.

  “Relax for me,” Dylan murmured. “Fuck, that’s it. Let me all the way in, man.”