by Mighty Men
“I don’t think,” Colby said. “I know.”
“So fuck out your differences,” Nate encouraged him. “We need him, Colby. If we’re going to have him on our side, we must become a basic need for him. We could, you know.”
“You’ve got a better chance at becoming a must-have for Karen than you do with him. He’s not going to fall for you or me as quickly as you’d like to think.”
“Wanna bet?” Nate asked, grabbing a towel from a nearby shelf.
Colby watched Nate disappear behind the bathroom door. He stared at the ceiling until he had tight balls and a hard dick all over again. Damn it to hell, he was acting like Nate now. All he wanted to do was fuck.
A few minutes later, he joined Nate in the shower. Nate acted uninterested when he first saw him. He turned around and popped a kiss on his cheek but then lathered the soap in between his hands and continued to bathe himself.
Pressing his erection to Nate’s hip, Colby said, “Let’s not talk about Donovan right now. We still have a few minutes. Let’s enjoy each other. We can discuss this later.”
Colby shuddered when Nate snaked his arm around his waist. Nate pressed his erection against his side and gave him light feathery kisses. Back and forth he ground, but Colby wasn’t easily fooled. Nate worked him over and made him horny as all hell, for one purpose.
He wanted him good and ready to fuck. By the time Donovan joined them, Colby was as hard as any man could get.
* * * *
Donovan and Karen entered Nate’s bedroom. Hell, they listened to the slurping sound of oral pleasure until Karen’s panties were wet and Donovan sported an obvious bulge.
Dropped in front of Nate on bended knees, Colby sucked Nate’s cock. He fisted the shaft and ran his tongue up and down his boner one minute, and then allowed Nate to pound away at his throat the next.
When Colby pulled Nate into his mouth again, Karen couldn’t help but eye the swollen tip of Nate's cock before the damn thing disappeared down Colby’s throat. If a dick could be pretty, Nate’s ranked among the loveliest in matters of size and shape.
Winking her way, Nate said, “Don’t just stand there. Get Donovan undressed.”
“He can undress himself,” she snapped walking toward them.
“Dinner didn’t go well?” Nate asked, a break in his voice when his cock disappeared between Colby’s jaws.
“Sure it did,” she said, breathless. “God, that’s sexy.”
Colby released Nate with a sudden pop and said, “Wanna take my place?”
Donovan quickly dropped to the floor and took the lead away from Colby. “No, I got him,” Donovan said softly.
He lowered his head, and Karen watched, somewhat amused, when Colby scooted over and Donovan’s mouth opened for Nate. Smacking his lips over the head, Donovan made Karen’s heart race. She saw his tongue sliver across the slit at the top of Nate’s penis.
Colby watched with interest, too, like Donovan’s performance warranted an audience. “Good, huh?”
Karen was surprised when Donovan released Nate and said to Colby, “Want one, too?”
Sitting down next to them, Karen’s fingers worked at tiny pearl buttons. She shrugged off her soft, silk blouse and unhooked her bra. Sitting topless on the bed with three gay men, she felt fully exposed and completely ignored. Yet she didn’t mind.
Donovan, Nate, and Colby were probably the most handsome men she’d ever met, and to make matters worse, she was falling for Nate. Thanks to Admiral Shoemaker, she always had a dark fascination with him. Now, after he held her in his arms, stroked her sex, and made her feel more like a woman than she ever felt in her life, she was hooked.
She eased in behind him and massaged his shoulders. Her thumbs worked up and down his nape, and she nipped at his ear, rubbing her breasts over his back.
“That’s nice,” Nate said.
Unsure of whether or not he meant the blowjob or the sensual massage, she dropped around his waist. When she did, her hair draped over his cock, making a full oral excursion damn near impossible for Donovan to complete.
“Wench,” Nate said, pulling her to him.
“Fuck me?” she asked.
Nate shot Colby a glance. God, she wished she could get inside their heads. She’d love to know what Nate and Colby were thinking when they gave one another those silent little glances.
Nate patted his cock. “I don’t have a condom, sweetheart, but if you want to take a ride, I’ll provide the perfect seat.”
Swallowing, she asked, “Do you have a spare, Donovan?”
He shrugged. “I can probably come up with a couple if I get to have some fun, too.”
She didn’t fail to notice where Donovan directed his statement. Donovan Collier was coming on to Colby. He wasn’t showing signs of giving in, or at least she didn’t think so. Then again, Colby sported an erection. He’d been sucking cock and then Donovan generously offered to give him a taste of what he offered Nate.
“Come on, Colby,” she purred. “Let’s all play nice today.”
Colby and Nate had the eye thing going on again. Nate’s were hazed with thick lust, and Colby acted as if he searched and waited for answers only Nate could provide.
Nate nodded once. Colby addressed Donovan then. “Don’t just stand there with your dick in your hand. Go get those tight fitting jumpsuits. We’re waiting on you.”
* * * *
When Donovan returned, Karen and Colby were kissing. She must’ve liked the way Colby kissed, or else Nate didn’t offer her the affection she wanted. He was somewhat surprised because he saw the set-up a mile away.
Nate wanted him to fuck Colby.
Donovan didn’t have a problem with taking Colby straight up the ass. He was one hell of a looker, the kind of guy he would’ve gladly picked up if he didn’t know his past. If he didn’t understand Colby once positioned himself in Darby’s bed with the full intention of killing him.
Donovan joined them with a box of rubbers. He threw them on the bed and said, “Help yourself.”
Nate smirked. “Gonna watch or play, too?”
“I may watch, Nate. Do you mind?”
Nate studied him. He probably read him like an open magazine, realizing there were a lot of topics they needed to cover and only short briefings allowed due to constraints already in place.
Colby broke away from Karen’s lips and seemingly passed her off to Nate, who steadily rolled the condom over his long, shapely dick until she crawled his way.
Donovan sat next to Colby. He eyed the man, not the soldier, and he tried to forget the animosity hidden under the layers of fresh hunger, new lust.
Nate’s lips met Karen’s long enough to assure her he’d soon return to take care of her lust, sate her desires, and pound away at a few blazing fires. He stood in between Donovan’s legs. Framing his face, he said, “We don’t make promises here, and we don’t have battles to win tonight. We’re all on the same playing field. No one is dying after the lights go out, and no one will walk out of this room a winner, outside of personal gain and intimate rewards.”
Colby shot Donovan a heated look. Donovan enjoyed being on the receiving end of a horny man’s stare. Nate moved away from Donovan. He kissed Colby, and their tongues dueled on the outside of their lips.
Nate reached for Donovan and pulled him closer. Soon, three tongues danced and tapped. Donovan wasn’t sure who he kissed, only that he was touching tongues with Nate and Colby. As if perfectly orchestrated, Nate soon backed away, and the sounds of sex filled the room.
* * * *
Nate deserted his lovers for a woman he was beginning to respect as a seasoned operative. When he’d fallen between her thighs before, he thought of the act as a chore, one he was certain he’d never enjoy. Only, to his surprise, he did.
Now, for some reason—maybe two, in fact—he enjoyed the taste of her lips, the curve of her body and the heat from her sex. Awareness and curiosity encouraged him to look to his right as he thrust into her body. There,
he saw the beginnings of lechery.
Colby and Donovan kissed one another hard. Fondling with deliberate intentions, Colby worked a condom through his hand, rolling it over Donovan as fast as his dick accepted the invasion.
Nate withdrew. “We’re all taking you.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think I can.”
Nate narrowed his gaze and then motioned for them to move closer. Rolling on his back, he brought her over him and spread her legs parallel to his. Reaching for the lube, he dipped his fingers into a jar Donovan must’ve brought into the room when he tossed the condoms onto the mattress.
Nate rubbed the wet substance in between her cheeks and then covered his cock in lube, too. He spread and entered her while Donovan watched with true lust seeping from his bedroom eyes.
“I won’t last long,” Nate growled, nipping at her shoulder. No, he wouldn’t go all night with Donovan’s gaze watching their bodies join together.
Colby wrapped his cock and soon rubbed lubricant everywhere. Dipping his fingers into the gel, he patted Karen’s pussy with a gob of lubricant, and she whimpered when he touched her.
Donovan acted like the mere suggestion of triple penetration was more erotic than any other act he’d considered in his life. Together, they fisted their cocks. Nate withdrew a little, and Colby said, “Give us more room.”
Karen gasped, and Nate kissed her ear. “You’ll love it once they get inside. Spread your legs. Relax. Enjoy us. This is what you’ve always wanted. I know it is. I can feel the difference in your body, the way you’re moist and ready, eager to feel. Just feel, Karen. That’s all you have to do, baby.”
Donovan moved to the side, arched over her hips. Colby aimed from above. Together they sank into her pussy, and she yelled out her pleasure and her pain.
“Holy fucking shit,” Donovan said, his head dropping back and his eyes wide.
Colby steadied himself by gripping Donovan’s shoulder, and when they were tightly in place, Nate sank all the way in once again.
“You okay?” he asked, breathless.
To his surprise, she replied, “God, yeah. This is every girl’s fantasy.”
“I got your fantasies, sweetheart,” he promised, nodding to Colby.
Nate sank into the pillow behind him, closed his eyes, and listened to the slapping sounds of perfect sex. Three men tapping a woman’s ass and pussy sounded musical, damn near magical.
The weight of cocks pressing together made for the most erotic of pleasures. Oh yeah, now Karen had a place. She earned hers like everyone else there. She had a profound purpose. He could see her staying right like this for a good long time.
Her cries filled the room, and the fucking continued. She grunted and groaned when each of them came. Then, she reached behind her and cupped Nate's neck.
“Oh, Nate,” she purred.
“Yeah,” he said. “That’s right, Karen. Show us why we need you around.”
As if his words further inspired her, she bucked forward and arched back. Soon, they were pounding away at her. Colby and Donovan pumped their cocks into her pussy, and Nate claimed her ass.
Donovan stroked her breasts like he’d never seen tits before, and Nate wondered. Perhaps he’d never taken a woman, and if not, with Colby’s dick next to his, rubbing away, gaining the most intense pleasure with the added friction, Donovan might end up hooked. Maybe they all would.
Chapter Seventeen
A loud bang and then an earth shattering boom went off around two in the morning. Nate quickly stood, stepped into his pants, and was staring at the disturbed beach when the others joined him.
“What the fuck?” Donovan glared at the smoldering earth and the hole in the ground less than fifty feet away.
Nate eyed Colby. Better prepared than Nate, Colby exited the cabana with his weapons and Nate’s bag, loaded down with his personal gear. Donovan’s weapon of choice imprinted his pants. Dumb fucker was still horny.
Then again, Nate walked out into the open completely unarmed. He wasn’t in any position to judge.
Colby stared down the beach. “Get inside,” he snapped over his shoulder, pointing at the tourists who also stepped onto their porches and soon rushed onto the beach.
“He’s right,” Nate said, pushing the door open. “And get ready.”
“We need to move,” Karen stated flatly.
“Switching positions now isn’t an option,” Nate told her.
Donovan further explained. “We’ve got company, and those visiting must’ve been unsure of which cabana offered the most hospitality.”
“Get cover, now!” Nate barked.
They rushed inside, and Nate started unloading his duffle. Donovan went to the room he planned to occupy and quickly retrieved more guns and knives while Colby stood guard and Karen, for some reason, took the time to fully dress. Then, she loaded and locked her gun of choice, a sniper rifle Nate didn’t know she even possessed.
Nate stood to the side of one window in the front room. Colby took his position at the other.
Karen said, “Maybe it’s a freak thing.”
“Like what, beautiful?” Nate snarled. “Think a meteor fell from the sky and landed a few feet from where we’re staying?”
“I searched the faces of those who were on the beach. No one looked familiar,” she said.
“You think you know all of Shoemaker’s trainees?” Nate asked.
“I hand selected some of them,” she said proudly.
Donovan raised a brow, and Nate said, “There were others chosen you didn’t know about. I’ll promise you. And those are the fellows Shoemaker sent here.”
“For all you know, there could be a few women among them, too,” Karen pointed out.
Colby shook his head. “Don’t count on female operatives. They are few and far between.”
“Shoemaker didn’t send women in here for us,” Nate said.
“Oh, I forgot,” she teased, rolling her eyes. “The three of you are such bullies, even the toughest ISOs fear you.”
“Damn right,” Donovan said, inching toward the back room.
Colby glared at Nate. He still didn’t trust Donovan, and what if Colby’s instincts were right? What if they were fighting the enemy from the inside out, and one of those standing beside them delivered the final death call?
“Donovan,” Nate yelled, glancing at Colby. “Come here and cover me.”
Karen intently studied him as Nate loaded and locked three weapons, shoved a few knives in his combat boots, and grabbed a couple of grenades. The concern in her eyes showed he earned more than the woman’s devotion. Oh yeah, he had her dick-whipped all right.
Nate winked and stepped back outside. The soot from the burning object blowing his way choked him. He felt like a giant when he finally stepped onto the beach and walked toward the folks gathering near the debris.
Immediately, eyes flashed toward him. Heads turned, and while many of them acknowledged him with a wearisome hello or a question or two—since he apparently looked the part of a man-in-the-know—he kept his gaze moving.
The enemy was upon them. He wanted to know where to aim, where to fire, and which man wanted his first delivered shot.
* * * *
“I don’t like it,” Donovan blurted out suddenly.
“You don’t like what?” Colby asked, peering around the flimsy blinds again, trying to see through the crowd surrounding the small fire.
Karen moved closer. If Colby cared to guess, if he needed her, she’d back him up and take his side over Donovan’s. Of course he couldn’t imagine her as a true asset and hated to rely on a woman in the first place.
“Think about this, Colby,” Donovan began. “Nate is the strongest ISO in the field.”
Colby glared at Donovan. He studied him and hoped to see his motives revealed, if he had any. He believed he possessed a few.
“Well, I mean, outside of me, that is.”
“You think you’re that good, darlin’?” Colby drawled, sarcasticall
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“Damn, you’re almost as good as Nate when it comes to being an asshole,” Donovan said.
Colby spotted a few men, larger than the rest at the far end of the beach. “Nate has company,” he said, aiming his gun. “Karen, get that sniper rifle ready. Go to Donovan’s room. You’ll have your shot. Three targets are in khaki shorts, light blue polo shirts. Damn, they look sweet, almost like triplets.”
Donovan positioned himself at the other front window. He looked out and then quickly backed away. “This is bullshit! They’re gonna take him out first!”
Storming the door, Donovan hurriedly drew two knives. By the time he hit the beach, Nate most likely saw the men approaching him.
Colby called out over his shoulder. “Take the one in the middle, Karen!”
He didn’t have a clear shot. God in heaven, help him. He was going to watch Nate die if he didn’t move.
“I can take him,” she called back.
“Wait for confirmation. If you see a weapon, take the shot.”
Donovan approached Nate. Donovan hooked his arm around his waist and embraced him.
Colby lowered his gun and rushed the door. “What the fuck is he doing?”
“Three weapons!” Karen called.
“Take out the middle man!” Colby called out, hurrying down the steps and out to the beach. Damn, he made an error in judgment. He gave the order for the inside shot when he credited Donovan far too much.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
He ran toward the lower sandy shores, his heart in his throat. “Nate!”
Nate turned, his face drawn in agony. Colby drew his weapon, certain he would use it to eliminate Donovan, a turncoat like he suspected from the beginning.
Then, he saw Donovan’s arms raise high above his head. The man in the middle drew his weapon and pointed, aimed, and fired.
Colby turned toward the cabana. “Take your fucking shot!” he screamed.
The ISO fell as soon as he fired his piece, but he was able to release the first round before he met his fate.
Donovan whirled the knives, fell to the ground, rolled over Nate and fully covered him. Under Donovan’s large form lay a much larger body.
