by Cassie Cole
I showered and changed into the pajamas from my suitcase. As soon as I had my top on, someone knocked on my door. I checked the peep hole before opening it. Ethan shouldered his way into my room before I could say hello. The door clicked closed behind him.
“Boyfriend?” he demanded.
“I’m glad you’re here, because I wanted to talk about that…”
“He’s your boyfriend?” Ethan repeated. “Seriously?”
I patted the air to calm him down. “That’s not what Anthony is.”
“Then what is he, Elizabeth?” Pain was in Ethan’s green eyes. And even a hint of tears. He was hurt. That realization sent guilt searing through my throat.
I sat him down and explained everything. How we’d hooked up on my birthday after he was assigned to watch my apartment, but that it was short-lived. I held Ethan’s hand and tried to pour as much regret as I could through his touch.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I said. “I didn’t think I really needed to. I didn’t realize how much Anthony liked me until he followed us to Ohio. I especially didn’t want to make you jealous.”
Ethan sighed. “Jealous? I’m relieved.”
“Really?”
“I was afraid he was more than that. It made me think I was just a side-fling for you compared to your serious boyfriend.”
I laughed bitterly. “I’m not allowed to have a steady boyfriend. Especially during the campaign. You’re seriously not jealous? It’s okay if you are.”
His handsome face turned toward me. “I was already kind of used to the idea when you were just a client of mine in a hotel room. I assumed you had a husband or something. The fact that you’re actually single, and Anthony is just a boy toy on the side is a huge relief.” He shook his head. “My biggest fear…”
“What?” I asked gently.
“My biggest fear was that I was only a physical release for you. That you didn’t like anything else about me.”
I caressed his cheek. “Oh, Ethan. That may be how it started, but I like a lot of things about you. I’m scared by how much I like you.”
“Good,” he said. “Because Anthony and I are sort of friends now.”
“Hah! Seriously?”
“Anthony is a good guy. He cares about you the same way I care about you. He’s driven to protect you, which I can relate to. We’ve sort of bonded in the last few days while tracking you down.”
“Does he know?” I asked. “About you and I?”
“No. I’m kind of worried about what he’ll say when he finds out.”
A knock came on the door, and then Anthony used the spare key to unlock it and come inside. “Dude, I thought you went to get ice.”
“Got sidetracked on the way. Sit down. We all need to talk.”
Anthony froze and looked at both of us before closing the door and joining us. My room had two double beds, and the two of them sat on one while I sat on the other, facing them.
“Anthony,” I said gently, “I have to tell you something.”
“You’ve been sleeping with Ethan?”
Ethan and I both flinched. “How’d you know?”
Anthony grinned sheepishly, and elbowed Ethan in the ribs. “I’ve been with this dude nonstop for the last 48 hours. I can tell he’s got a big old crush on you. And he had the same drive to find you that I had. So yeah, I could tell. You’ve got a thing for the people protecting you, huh?”
“No…” I began, but then thought of Luca in the cabin. All the fun we’d had. Tying me to the bed with chains and licking every inch of my body…
Shoot. Maybe I did have a thing for the people protecting me.
“Yeah, Ethan and I have a history. Which we are not going to go into in great detail right now,” I said, giving Ethan a sharp look. “The bottom line is I like both of you. We’ve had some great times together. But I really must reiterate: my campaign for the presidency is beginning now. As much as I would love to keep things going with both of you, I just can’t risk the scrutiny to my campaign.”
“I understand,” Ethan said. Anthony nodded, but looked unhappy.
“It’s better for both of you as well,” I added. “If anyone found out you were romantically involved with a presidential candidate, you’d have reporters and paparazzi all over you 24/7. Your lives would be miserable. We wouldn’t be able to enjoy our time together.”
“I know,” Anthony grumbled. He looked at me with those deep, dark eyes. “I hate it, but I get it. I’ll do whatever you need me to do for the rest of your campaign. Even if that means quietly going away.”
Ethan spun his head around. “Seriously?”
“Of course,” Anthony said.
“Why are you surprised?” I asked.
My jaw dropped as Ethan told me the reason why.
34
Anthony
Alright, so I made a mistake.
I’d burned some vacation time to take my little road trip to Ohio. My boss grumbled but gave in, especially since I’d had to discharge my weapon just a week prior when Elizabeth was first attacked. They tried to give cops who did that a long leash. Undue stress after a traumatic event was never good for anyone.
Following Elizabeth to Columbus felt right. Like I was going where I was needed. Helping keep the senator safe while she gave her speech on the steps of the Ohio Statehouse. It was more exciting, more fulfilling, than just giving out speeding tickets on the beltway.
So was working with Ethan to track her down since the Secret Service essentially kidnapped her. Following digital breadcrumbs with the help of Megan. Planning Elizabeth’s rescue. Breaking a few federal laws and risking everything to get the senator back in our car and on her way back to Washington where she belonged.
So, when my boss finally called yesterday and demanded to know where I was? I told him to shove it, because I quit.
I wasn’t going back to escorting motorcades and checking meters after this.
Elizabeth got a funny look on her face. “Why are you surprised?”
Ethan jerked his thumb toward me. “This guy quit his job at the USCP. For you.”
“What!”
“Not just for you,” I quickly said. I gave Ethan a look: dude. “I was sick of the Capitol Police. They were always giving me the shit duties. Said I had too much of an attitude.”
“Shit duties like watching a senator’s house?” Elizabeth said with her wide, gorgeous smile. Fuck. Giving up everything had been worth it just to see that smile again. I’d throw myself in front of a semi if I thought it would make her happy.
“That’s the kind of job I do want,” I said. “I want to work for you. I want to be your bodyguard.”
She stared at me, waiting to see if I was making a joke. “You want to take Ethan’s place?”
“We can both be bodyguards,” I insisted. “One sure isn’t good enough to keep you safe.”
“I could definitely use an extra man,” Ethan admitted. “Especially after this last attack. The more eyes, the better.”
“I just told you I can’t have any temptation on the campaign trail,” Elizabeth said. “And you think becoming my bodyguard will somehow make that easier for you?”
It was a question I’d been asking myself since I quit my job: whether or not I could handle being around Elizabeth so much without touching her.
I knew the answer: no. An emphatic no.
It would drive me crazy. Even now, with the way Elizabeth leaned forward on the bed and showed off a little bit of cleavage, the urge to rip her clothes off and take her was overpowering. There was no way I could resist that temptation for the entirety of the campaign.
“Yes,” I said. It was an easy lie. I would say anything to stay by her side for the foreseeable future. “I will do whatever I can to protect you, even if that means being completely platonic. Whatever is best for you. And your campaign.”
“Do you really mean that?” she asked softly. Her eyes were wide and waiting. She wanted to believe it, even if she knew it was a
lie.
“With all my heart,” I said.
She looked at Ethan. “I’ll do my best,” he said.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and smiled. “I’m happy to hear that.”
She closed the distance between us, grabbed my face with both hands, and kissed me. Her tongue danced in my mouth as I fell backwards on the bed, her thighs straddling me.
She had a way of turning off my brain, erasing the entire world so that all I could think about was her. Until Ethan cleared his throat, reminding us that he was on the bed next to us.
Elizabeth panted as she sat up. Her face was flushed and her nipples were hard against her pajamas. The same silk pajamas she’d been wearing the first night I was with her, on her birthday.
“I want you,” she told me. Then she slid over to Ethan. “I want both of you.”
I watched as she straddled him the way she’d straddled me, then French kissed Ethan so hard it knocked him onto his back. I took a moment to examine my feelings. I was watching Elizabeth, the woman I was obsessed with, kiss another man. A guy I’d befriended in the past few days, bonding over our desire to find the senator.
Strange as it was, I didn’t feel jealous.
In fact, it kind of turned me on. Awakening something new inside.
I watched hungrily as she ground against his crotch, her ass plump and tight in her pajama bottoms. I’d never had a threesome before. I’d fantasized about them like any hot-blooded man, but it always involved two women rather than two men.
I ran my hand over Elizabeth’s back, feeling the silk pressing against her smooth skin while she dry-humped my new friend. I took hold of her shirt and pulled it over her head, and she raised her arms to let me, exposing her full breasts. Ethan rose and took one of them in his mouth, drawing a sigh from Elizabeth’s plump lips.
I kissed her bare back and ran my hands over her, pausing at the stitching along her side. The bullet wound. It was red but not swollen, and the lines of black stitching looked like railroad tracks.
My lips slid down to press against the wound, a wordless way of letting her know we were going to protect her. She flinched at the touch, then sighed some more.
Ethan and I met eyes. A silent understanding passed between us. We would do whatever it took to protect Elizabeth from danger, even if it meant giving up our lives. And we would enjoy her tonight, even if it was the last time.
Especially if it was the last time.
She laid flat on Ethan’s body and I pulled her pajama bottoms off, exposing pink cotton panties, the middle wet with her juices. I pulled those off even slower, letting my fingertips drag on her skin as I did. She kissed Ethan and shivered.
“Fuck me,” she said, and I didn’t know if she was talking to me or Ethan. “I need you to fuck me.”
Ethan and I smiled as one and set to obliging the senator.
35
Elizabeth
The only thing hotter than two gorgeous men were two gorgeous men who were completely devoted to protecting me. I could see it in their eyes and expressions. They would die for me.
I’ve never wanted a threesome so badly in my life.
Anthony responded to my command by saying, “I want to fuck you.”
“Don’t keep her waiting,” Ethan said, cupping the side of my face and pulling me back down into a kiss.
I sighed into Ethan’s mouth while Anthony removed his clothes, the belt buckle clinking as his pants fell to the floor. Then he stepped up to me, his thighs against my thighs. The head of his cock rubbed up against my clit, then back and into my waiting lips.
“She likes it hard,” Ethan said. “Give it to her.”
As if he’d been waiting for permission, Anthony’s cock sank into me. The wonderful pressure of manhood deep inside my lady parts, expanding my inner walls on all sides. I bit down on Ethan’s lip by accident, but not enough to draw blood. His grin widened.
“Yeah. She likes that alright.”
“Oh, I do…”
Anthony grabbed hold of my waist and pumped me from behind while Ethan French kissed me some. Four hands gripped me and stroked me and caressed me, twice as much love as I’d ever had before.
“My turn,” Ethan said after maybe 20 seconds.
He wriggled underneath me to undo his pants, then kicked them off with his foot. Ethan reached between us and guided himself up and in. I pushed my hips down onto him, taking him in one quick stroke.
“There it is,” Ethan half-said, half-moaned. “What I’ve been thinking about for the last week.”
Ethan wasn’t as long as Anthony, but he was wider, which felt just as good but in a different way. The difference in their hardware was exciting when experienced only seconds apart.
I pressed my hand into his rugged chest and rode him like a cowgirl. His blond surfer hair fell across his face as he rolled his head in ecstasy, eyes locked onto mine.
“My turn again,” Anthony said possessively. I lifted myself off Ethan long enough for his cock to slip out and slide against my belly, and without hesitation Anthony shoved his prick back inside me and resumed right where he’d left off.
“Oh yeah,” Ethan said. His dick slid up and down my belly, dry-humping me while Anthony really fucked me. “How’s she feel, man?”
“Like heaven,” Anthony said, fingers digging into my hips. “Like I’m gonna come soon.”
“That’s why we’re alternating,” Ethan said smoothly. “So we last longer. So she gets as much of us as she can.”
“I want all of you,” I said, letting my head hang down over Ethan while Anthony pumped me from behind. “Don’t stop!”
Anthony groaned with ecstasy as he sped up, his shaft sliding deeper and deeper inside. “I have to…”
He pulled out with a sigh, leaving me hollow. But Ethan was quick to pick up the slack, using his thighs to guide himself down and then up inside of me. I gasped as he filled me completely again, and this time he held me down while he pumped his hips up into me.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw Anthony stroking himself while watching. “How’s the view back there?” I said in a lusty voice.
“The view is great. Fucking hell, you have a nice ass.”
“Then take it,” the words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them, but once they were out I knew it was what I’d wanted. I hadn’t done anal with a guy in a long time, but tonight was the right night. “Take my ass, Anthony.”
His eyes widened with hunger.
“You heard her. Fuck her in the ass.” Ethan licked his middle finger like a lollipop and then guided it around, using the saliva to rub against my tight, forbidden hole. “I’ll warm her up for ya.”
“Oh!” I moaned deeply as the tip of his finger pressed into my back door. It slid in easily thanks to the saliva, a full inch, then two. Ethan held his finger inside my ass while continuing to fuck me from underneath, slowly and steadily.
“Fucking hell, that’s hot,” Anthony said.
“Then take it,” I repeated. “Take my ass. I’m ready.”
I didn’t really know if I was ready. But I was excited to find out.
Then, he slid both his finger and his dick out of me. My lips quivered with excitement as Anthony approached, a ravenous look on his beautiful face. But he didn’t stick it in my ass: he stuck it back in my pussy, two slow strokes.
Getting himself wet, I realized as he pulled out. He pressed the head against my forbidden ring. I relaxed, and slowly it pressed deeper. Without warning my asshole engulfed the entire tip.
Anthony groaned at the same time that I sighed.
“Your ass is so tight!” he said. “Goddamn.”
Ethan reached around and gave my ass cheek a hard slap. “She always looked like she had a tight ass.”
I moaned as Anthony began trying to push deeper. He didn’t really go anywhere; all it did was push me forward on Ethan’s chest. But slowly, inch by inch, my ass devoured more of his cock. He stayed rock hard inside of me despite the lack of direct
stimulation.
Ethan leaned up and took one of my nipples in his mouth again, gently sucking and swirling his tongue around and around. That, paired with the tip of Anthony’s prick shoved in my ass, gave me an intense shudder. I looked back at him. The tension in his neck made his tattoos writhe and dance while he focused on my nether region.
I closed my eyes and rocked back and forth from their joined efforts.
And then Ethan said, “Time to switch it up.”
He gestured to Anthony, something I couldn’t see. Then Anthony wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me off my other bodyguard until my back was stuck to his chest. All the while my tight ring clutched the tip of his penis like it never wanted to let go. Anthony sat on the edge, then lay back flat, pulling me with him so that I was laying with my back on his chest. Ethan hopped up and stood in between my legs, then rubbed my wet slit up and down.
“Let’s get those juices moving,” he said, rubbing harder and harder. The weight of my hips and gravity pushed my pelvis lower on Anthony’s steel rod, and he moaned into my ear behind me.
Ethan, a tall god of tan muscle, spread my legs and then sank his cock into my waiting sex. The sound I made was surprise and excitement and pleasure as I felt their dual members pressing inside me, sandwiching my inner wall.
“There we go,” Ethan crooned in his deep voice.
His body rolled up and down like ocean waves as he steadily fucked me. It made me so wet that my juices slid down and began coating Anthony’s firm cock beneath me, lubing it up so that I continued sliding further down him, impaling myself deeper and deeper.
“Now I’m the one who’s gonna come,” Ethan sneered. “Fuck, you’re even tighter with Anthony in your ass.”
Underneath me, Anthony wrapped two arms around and squeezed my breasts. “I’ll say she is.”
Watching Ethan’s chiseled body work between my legs was like watching erotic porn. No man had a right to look so gorgeous, let alone a man who was presently filling me with every inch of his manhood! The stimulation from him inside my pussy and Anthony deeper and deeper inside my ass was almost more than I could handle. I touched myself, which made Ethan’s smile deepen.
