by Lily Harlem
Evernight Publishing ®
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Copyright© 2015 Lily Harlem
ISBN: 978-1-77233-558-3
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Editor: Jessica Ruth
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION
For all my wonderful readers who enjoy sexy threesomes!
MUSCLING IN
Lily Harlem
Copyright © 2015
Prologue
Coben Wright paced to the far wall of his small room and stared at the wall—it was nothing fancy, bricks painted standard issue green, likely with a standard issue paintbrush by a standard issue decorator.
His shoulders were tense, his guts tight and a weight tugged at his cock and balls. He pushed out a breath and shoved his hands through his hair, kept them there, pulling at the roots and with his elbows pointing outward.
He’d be here soon.
Or so they’d planned.
But perhaps something had come up? Maybe he hadn’t been able to get away or walk in this direction without being seen.
He couldn’t be seen. That was non-negotiable. It meant mission abort.
Because they couldn’t arouse suspicion, not after all this time of being so careful and of keeping what they felt for each other under wraps. Sure, they’d had a couple of close calls but they’d been lucky. They were watertight, solid. They were in the clear.
Coben turned and strode to his bed. He sat and rested his palms on the scratchy gray blanket. He’d be glad to get out of military digs and enjoy home comforts on a daily basis rather than just when he was on leave. His parents’ house in Surrey might be a bit chintzy and covered in cat hair, but it was warm, soft and peaceful. A direct contrast to the last ten years he’d spent in the Royal Air Force, and until he found his own place, a flowery suburban bungalow would more than do.
He tapped his foot on the floor. Then, irritated by seeing his dull khaki socks, he jiggled his knee.
Damn. He hoped Edward hadn’t run into a serious plan changer on his way from West Two Wing. What if he didn’t get here? Coben would go insane with need. It would tear his heart in two. Okay, so this was the last time they’d be together, but still, it had to happen. They couldn’t leave it like this. Hanging, dangling, no goodbyes, no kiss, no fuck…
Tap.
Coben sprang to his feet. A shot of adrenaline went through his system. Just one quiet knock was their signal.
Edward had arrived.
He dashed to the door and pulled it open.
Edward had a dark green cap pulled low, and his shoulders were hunched. He didn’t say anything, just stepped past Coben into the room.
Coben stuck his head out and glanced left and right. The long corridor was empty.
Good.
He quickly shut the two of them off from the world and flicked the lock. As he turned to Edward he dragged in a deep breath, enjoying the smells his visitor had brought with him—the outdoors, spiced musk, pine needles…man.
A fresh wave of arousal shot through Coben. Edward’s scent always did that to him. Combined with how his presence filled a room with so much more than just his physical size, fuck, he was enough to turn a straight man gay.
And Coben had been straight. When he’d joined the military he’d enjoyed many a happy romp with gorgeous girls, in the plural on a few memorable occasions in Hong Kong. But now…now he’d had Edward in his life, he definitely had to tick the bisexual box. Because there was no doubt about it. He found this rough-and-ready soldier really fucking hot. Really fucking irresistible.
Edward tugged off his cap and tossed it to the one chair in the room, which sat beside a skinny-legged desk. It landed on the hook of the straight back. Perfect shot. He scraped his hand over his crew cut and frowned. “Couldn’t get away from Walker. Can talk the bloody hind leg off a donkey, that one.”
“Yeah,” Coben agreed, walking up to him. “But you did. Get away, that is.”
“Wasn’t going to miss saying goodbye to you, was I?” His voice was gruffer than usual, likely because it was brimming with emotion. He normally flashed a smile as soon as they were alone, but not this time. This was goodbye.
Coben felt a stab in his heart. He wished this wasn’t the end of what they had, but they’d been through it many times. They had to move on, get on with their own lives now. He’d be in civvy street and Edward would be working in his new position in special forces.
There was no way they could carry on this thing, whatever it was. It would be too damn complicated.
Edward reached out and held Coben’s face, his palms rough on his cheeks. He clasped him beneath his jaw with his thumbs and stared at Coben with fiery intensity in his eyes.
“Have you found out…I mean, when you go, that is?” Coben asked.
“Yes.”
“When?”
Edward hesitated. “Soon.”
“Where?”
“Somewhere.”
Coben’s breath caught his throat. Of course, Edward was no longer allowed to divulge such information. The Official Secrets Act prevented him from giving out any details, even to other members of the military. And there was no way Coben had that level of clearance, not now he was on his last few days of service. At one time he had, but not anymore. That hurt. It did. But he squashed it down. No time for pain.
“You’ll be careful, won’t you?”
“Always.” Edward leaned forward and swiped his lips over Coben’s. “I’ll always be careful.”
“Don’t take risks.”
“I can’t guarantee that, but they’ll be calculated ones.”
“And with the odds in your favor.” Coben couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to Edward. Even if he wasn’t in his life, he wanted to go about his days knowing Edward was okay, that he still walked on the planet—somewhere.
“Yeah, something like that.” Edward smirked.
Damn, there was that smile. Coben felt like he’d won every medal, prize and award whenever he was the recipient of it. Edward was everything he’d ever wanted in a bed partner of the same sex—sexy, dark, protective and brimming with passion.
He pressed his body against Edward’s, shoving his hard cock, through his trousers, into Edward’s groin. “So…” he said breathily.
“So what?” Edward asked, parting his lips and holding Coben’s face tighter, his fingers pressing into his temples.
“So exactly how are we going to do this?” Coben took hold of Edward’s forearms, feeling the sinewy tendons and bulked muscle beneath his sweater. The heat of Edward’s breath warmed his face.
“Do what?” Edward dropped his knees a fraction, then ground upward so their cocks rubbed together.
Coben held in a groan. Fuck. He was so turned on. “How,” he managed, “are we going to say goodbye?”
The right side of Edward’s mouth twitched. “Oh, don’t you worry,” he said. “I’ve got it all planned out. I’m going to show you exactly how we’re going to say goodbye and you’ll never forget it.”
“That goes without saying and—”
Edward smashed his mouth down on Coben’s. His tongue plundered between his lips and he dragged him close.
Coben groaned and wound his arms around Edward’s body, delighting in the sculpted contours of his shoulders and the heat that blasted t
hrough the material of his clothes. He gave as good as he got, slicking his tongue over Edward’s, pressing their lips together and pulling closer still.
Edward spread the heated kisses over his cheek. He smoothed his hand down his neck and cupped his pectoral muscles as though they were breasts. “I hope you have the stamina for more than once,” he said gruffly, “because I don’t think one unload is going to be enough to keep me going until the day I die.”
“Don’t talk about the day you die,” Coben said, tipping his head back so Edward could lick the column of his throat. “And besides, you’ll find a new lover.”
“Yeah, one day…but it won’t be you. This memory has to keep my fantasies alive.”
Emotion stung Coben’s eyes and he squeezed them shut.
Edward slid his hands lower and undid the top button on Coben’s combats. He gripped the zip. “You’re so fucking hard. This zipper’s going to fucking split.”
“Tell me about it.”
Slowly Edward drew down the zip.
It sat directly over Coben’s shaft and he could make out each set of teeth freeing. “Ah, fuck…” he murmured, frustrated by the slow speed but relishing the anticipation.
“Yeah, we’ll fuck in a minute…but first.” Edward sank to his knees.
Coben looked at the top of Edward’s head. He could just make out his scalp through his short hair. Shit, if he was going to…then he wasn’t sure how much stamina he’d have. Edward had a hot, talented mouth and could deep throat for England.
“Big, hungry soldier,” Edward murmured in a sinfully sexy voice. The zipper was completely down and he took hold of the waistband of the combats and tugged, pulling them and Coben’s boxer briefs to his knees.
Coben’s cock sprang free. He moaned, glad to be relieved of the constraints of clothing. “Edward…”
Edward glanced up at him through hooded eyelids. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip, then took hold of Coben’s cock.
Locking his knees, Coben tensed his abdominal muscles and steadied himself. The touch of Edward’s hand could almost be his undoing. Scorching heat, rough palms, a steady squeeze…
“You ready?” Edward asked.
“Yeah.” Coben nodded, once.
Edward leaned forward, stretched his mouth into a large O and took the head of Coben’s cock onto his moist tongue.
Breath held, Coben’s chest expanded and his heart rate sped up.
Reaching around Coben with his free hand, Edward grabbed his left buttock and squeezed.
Coben stared as Edward sank onto him, feeding his cock into his mouth. He watched as his shaft disappeared. On and on Edward took him. No messing about, no teasing, just a long, luscious ride to the very base of his throat.
Once seated fully, Edward’s lips hovering near his pubic hair, Coben blew out a breath through gritted teeth. It felt so damn good. Edward’s grooved palate was pressed up against his glans, his tongue hugging the length of him.
He unclenched his fists and rested his hands on Edward’s sharp hair.
Edward swallowed, the action tugging the tip of Coben’s cock.
“Ah…yeah…” Coben gasped. “More.”
Edward did as he’d asked.
Coben groaned. He adored that sensation. It was only a small movement, delicate, but it sent a powerful zing of pleasure through his cock to his balls. He held still for a moment, summoning control. Then he pulled back, watching his saliva-coated shaft emerge. Tightening his grip on Edward’s head, he smoothed back in, full depth.
Edward took him, urged him deeper still by gripping both of his buttocks and pulling him closer.
“Fuck…really…” Coben said, wondering how the hell Edward could tolerate him so far down his gullet. He’d never get blown like this again. Edward’s talents were unique.
Again he pulled almost out, pushed back in. Faster this time, enjoying the tight seal of Edward’s lips around his cock. “I’m gonna…fuck your mouth.”
Edward didn’t answer but he nipped the flesh on Coben’s ass, digging his fingertips in like pincers.
Coben gasped, the nip of pain adding to his cresting pleasure. He swung his hips forward with more vigor. Dragged them back again, forging in and out of Edward, who huffed and puffed but took it all.
“Get ready,” he managed. His balls were so tight, packed into his body, almost painful with their need to release. “Oh, God…it’s here…” He gave in to the moment, let the cum surge free, shoot up his dick and into Edward’s throat.
He gripped Edward’s head, making sure he was lodged as deep as possible as he came.
Edward swallowed, creating that heavenly tugging as he took what Coben gave him.
“Ah…ah…yeah…” Coben said, then bit his bottom lip. He couldn’t make too much noise. What if someone was walking past? But damn he wanted to scream his pleasure, let Edward know how fucking fantastic he made him feel.
He withdrew, steamed back in, more cum shooting from his cockhead. He squeezed his eyes shut and committed this moment to memory. It would be wank fodder in the months to come.
A final spurt of release flooded Edward’s mouth. Coben stilled. A full-body tremble attacked him. Gently he stroked Edward’s hair. “Thank you.”
Edward released his buttocks and drew back. He caught Coben’s shaft in his hand and looked up at him. “No thanks necessary.” He wiped the back of his forearm over his mouth and stood. “My pleasure.”
“You want me to return the favor?” Coben grinned and cupped his hand over Edward’s cock. It was surging against the material of his combats, the glorious width and girth easy to feel.
“Nah,” Edward shook his head, “I’ve got other ideas for you.”
“That sounds interesting. I…oh—”
Coben was now staring at the blanket on his bed. Edward had spun him around and tipped him over.
He fisted the sheet and again locked his knees.
“My dick needs your ass,” Edward said, palming Coben’s buttocks and pushing them apart. “Now.”
“Okay…yes, do it…”
“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Edward kind of chuckled but it was deep and strained. “I will.”
Coben heard the hurried whoosh of Edward’s zipper, then the rustle of material as he shucked down his pants. He glanced between his torso and his underarm and caught a glimpse of Edward’s big, circumcised cock arrowed toward him.
“Keep still,” Edward said. “I fucking need you so bad.”
He glanced at his own cock, softer now that he’d come but still at half-mast. “Get inside me.”
Edward ran his cool, lubed fingers down the cleft of Coben’s buttocks.
“So fucking hot to see you like this,” he said, finding the center of Coben’s hole and pushing in, knuckle deep.
Coben shut his eyes and relished this initial invasion. He felt tight, taut, and guessed it was the intensity of this, their last time, making him tense.
“Open up.” Edward’s voice was almost a growl. “More.” He added another digit and swirled his fingertips over Coben’s sensitive internal spot.
“Ah, yeah…” Coben said, a fresh wave of arousal darting through him.
“I’m not feeling patient. This hard-on fucking hurts.” Edward stretched his fingers wide, scissoring them and in turn parting Coben’s hole.
The burn was intoxicating. Coben wanted more. “Do it. Just fucking fuck me.” He twitched his hips from side to side, then bucked back, forcing himself onto Edward’s fingers.
“Greedy bastard,” Edward said, pulling out. Instantly his cock was at Coben’s pucker. He gripped Coben about the waist, a vicelike hold, then pushed in.
Coben opened his mouth but no words came out. The width of Edward always took a moment to adjust to. Fuck it felt good, though—hot, edgy, blissful.
Edward eased in farther until the flared head of his glans popped inside Coben. He held it there.
“I thought…you were…going to…fuck me…” Coben managed breathles
sly.
“I am.” Edward suddenly tunneled to full depth, fast, hard, until his balls bashed up against Coben’s.
Coben again bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from crying out.
Edward was silent except for his grunting breaths. He pulled back, slammed in again, keeping Coben exactly where he wanted him.
Coben hung his head and allowed himself to be used like a fuck toy. On and on Edward blasted in and out of him, smoothing over his prostate, drawing Coben to another full-blown erection. But he wasn’t going to come again, not this time.
Edward was on the edge, his cock so thick and hard. “I’m coming,” Edward said on a gasp. “I’m coming in your sexy fucking…soldier…ass.” He punctuated the last words with wild thrusts.
“Yes, yes…”
Edward reached forward, gripped Coben’s shoulders and pulled him back, impaling him onto his cock.
“Yeah. Ah, it’s here…”
Coben gripped his own cock and squeezed. He didn’t want to climax again, not yet. This would even them up. Then they could fuck some more, soon…
“Yeah,” Edward said, slamming to the hilt and freezing. “That…is…it.”
Coben was aware of the cock in his ass pulsing through release, filling him with spunk. He groaned, adoring being so possessed, so needed, so fucking fucked.
“Ah, bloody hell,” Edward groaned.
“Shh,” Coben whispered. “Shh…”
Edward went silent, though the vibrations of sheer pleasure emanating from him went through Coben’s body.
Coben clenched his sphincter, squeezing the big cock in there.
“Oh God…Cobe,” Edward said, releasing Coben’s shoulders. “Yeah.” He palmed Coben’s buttocks and rotated the flesh, stretching his cleft, then bunching the soft orbs around his cock. “Does your ass feel well and truly fucked?”
“Do you even need to ask?”
Edward kind of chuckled as he began to withdraw.
Coben held his breath. He enjoyed this bit, the feel of a sated cock slipping from his body.
Once the length had popped out, he exhaled a long, low breath. His brow was hot and his heart racing—he could hear the beat of his pulse in his ears.
“Fuck, that was good,” Edward said, flopping onto the bed with his feet on the floor.
