by Bex Dane
"No way." Eden grasped my forearm to steady herself. "Wait, what's your nickname?"
Shit. The call sign Blaze came up with always came back to haunt me. "Boggs," I said quiet and low.
"Boggs? What's it mean?"
I shook my head. "I'm invisible."
Her brows drew together while she tried to figure it out. "Like Monsters, Inc. Boggs?"
"Yes."
"Oh my god. That's kinda mean. What's your nickname, Falcon?"
"Falcon," he answered, deadpan.
"Do you have a falcon tattoo?" She leaned in close to Falcon and squinted as she stared at the wingtips that peeked up out of his collared shirt. "Wow. Your eyelashes are so dark and thick."
Falcon looked around, avoiding eye contact with her. "You girls wanna wrap this up? I got a driver waiting outside."
"You're leaving with us." I grabbed Eden's upper arm and gave her a nudge.
She stood firm in her spot. "Where're we goin'?"
"To have a little fun." I lied to get her to cooperate.
She glanced from me to Falcon. "Ooh, with both of you?"
Yep. Trouble with a capital T. The kind that would jump at the chance to leave a bar with two men she'd met only a few hours earlier.
"Yeah." Falcon winked at me, letting me know he was on board with my ruse. "Can you handle two snipers at once?"
The pink tip of her tongue swept across her lips. "Can't wait."
I pointed to the door, motioning for her to walk in front of me. Falcon followed us out to the street.
In the cab, I'd educate her on the danger of the choice she'd just made. She could end up dead if she left that bar with the wrong men.
A private car waited for us in front of the bar. "You ordered a car?" I asked Falcon.
He opened the door and motioned for Eden to get in the back. She climbed in on her hands and knees, her dress riding up in the back. Falcon and I stared at the purple lace of her thong framing the tops of her unbelievably voluptuous ass. A sheer strip of silk barely covered the mound between her legs.
Now, why'd she have to go and do that? Eden was alluring from the front, but her backside framed in sexy underwear would bring even the strongest man to his knees. For two men who'd been deployed for six months with no available women within thousands of miles, she'd just pulled the trigger on a hand grenade. She probably would've been safer in the bar than leaving with the two of us.
When we scooted in next to her, she hopped on my lap and smashed down on my swelling dick. I let out a low groan and dug my fingers into her hips to steady her. Falcon gave the address of our hotel to the driver and asked him to raise the privacy screen. Falcon's wicked grin spread across his face.
"C'mon, man. No." Falcon always lured me to the dark side with him. Not this time.
"Let's indulge." He flicked his gaze to Eden. "She's hot as hell."
"She's drunk," I replied.
"I'm not drunk," she said. "Just a little buzzed."
"She's nineteen," I said to Falcon.
"I'll be twenty next week."
Falcon waggled his eyebrows, like her being twenty or nineteen made any difference in what a monumental mistake this would be.
"Langbow's daughter, Falc?"
Her arms flew back behind my neck and her tits jutted out. "I won't tell my daddy if you don't."
I glared at Falcon for playing on my weakness for the forbidden. Not being allowed to do something always made it so much more alluring. Eden was totally my type, full of fire and sass, putting on a show, luscious boobs, and a round ass.
"Come sit on my lap, little Langbow," Falcon said.
"No." I forced her to stay put. She ground down on my dick, rocking it between her cheeks.
God, torture.
"Go ahead, Boggs." Falcon glanced at her tits bursting out the front of her dress. "She won't tell her daddy."
Shit. Was I really going to do this? Hell yes. Many times before, I'd let a pretty girl pass me by because she wasn't worth the trouble that came with getting my dick off. Why did Eden Langbow have to be the one I couldn't resist?
Knowing I'd regret it, I trailed my fingers between her breasts and slid the panels of her dress outward, exposing her cleavage from neck to belly. My fingertips edged under the fabric and passed over her nipples.
She arched her back and pushed her tits into my hands. They felt pert and solid as I tested their weight in my palms.
"More," Falcon said with a rasp.
I inched the dress to the sides of her breasts and fully exposed her nipples. Anyone in Baltimore who took a good look in the back window of the car would also get an eyeful of this girl's gorgeous tits.
She writhed on my straining erection, and Falcon nudged his cock through his jeans.
"You stay like that for the ride to our hotel," I whispered in her ear.
She whimpered, keeping her tits on display as we drove through the moving shadows of the city lights.
I could lift her skirt, and with a quick unzip, I'd be inside her, screwing her in a private car with Falcon watching.
No. We should wait till we get to the hotel. Holy hell. What am I doing?
Chapter 3
I righted her dress as the car entered the hotel roundabout. In the elevator, she looked from Falcon to me with wonder in her eyes, like she'd hit the jackpot and couldn't believe it. I stared at the doors, grateful the elevator was empty and no hotel patrons would witness us entering a room with a girl and giant erections straining our pants. I held her hand to steady her, but she was pretty stable in those boots. The fact she could handle her alcohol didn't make what we were about to do any less depraved.
"You take her mouth," I said to Falcon as soon as I locked the hotel room door.
"No, I'll take her ass."
"You can't screw Langbow's daughter in the ass."
"Why not?"
Her head swung back and forth, watching our volley.
"You a virgin?" I asked her.
"No," she replied with an offended tone.
I didn't think so.
"You ever had a cock in your ass?"
"No."
I figured that too.
"You're not taking her ass." I glared at Falcon.
"I'll take her mouth then." He turned and unbuckled his belt. "And spank her ass."
She raised her hand. "I vote for spanking my ass."
God, she had no idea she'd just asked a suicidal masochist to spank her. Mix in Falcon's special brand of crazy and she was begging for a lot more than she could handle.
She walked toward me, but I stopped her with my hands on her shoulders. "You sure you want this?"
"Are you kidding? This is like my ultimate fantasy."
She tugged my shirt up and I helped her get it off. "Oh my god! You two are cut! And your tats are so sexy!" Her hands flew to my arms and gripped my biceps. "Holy crap." She stared at the tattoo of a star on my pec and leaned in to swipe her tongue along it, grazing my nipple on the way up.
My already rock-hard cock twitched, aching to ram inside her right now, but she wanted to play first, so I held back.
She wiggled her hips as I raised the hem of her dress, helping me extricate her curves from their spandex bondage. Her pink nipples puckered in the cool air, and a floral scent hit my nose as I kissed her neck and worked my way up to her lips. She nipped at my lower lip and our tongues met. God, she tasted good. Clean, soft, wet. A mouthful of warm woman after months of stank men and dust.
Falcon approached her from behind and touched her bare ass.
Back off, dude. Mine.
No. Not mine. Langbow's daughter… entertaining her fantasy of fucking two soldiers at the same time. Playing along was my only option.
"Lean over this chair." I positioned a cushioned chair so we'd have space on each side and Falcon could sit on the bed while she sucked him. I bent her over the arm of the chair and ran my hand from the purple thong at her hips to the tops of her high-heeled boots. "Fuck if you aren't the hottes
t piece of ass I've ever seen."
I didn't want to give up my position and let Falcon spank her, but we'd agreed and she wanted it, so I took a seat on the bed near her face. Falcon walked to her backside and massaged it with his palm flat. "You do have a sweet ass, little Langbow."
"Don't call me that."
"I'm calling her Violet," I said and pointed to the thong.
"Alright, Violet. You've been enticing us with your sexy curves and bouncing tits all night." Falcon played up his part for her. "Here's what you get when you mess with the U.S. Army."
He smacked her left ass cheek and she gasped.
"You need to stop, you say Betsy," I said near her ear.
"I'm fine. Stop talking so much."
I chuckled and gave Falcon the nod to continue.
He slapped her other cheek, drawing a sigh from her. "Is that all you got?"
Falcon unleashed then, smacking her hard and fast over and over in the same spot.
She grunted and plastered a silly grin to her face. He gave her a series of smacks on the other side and stopped. "Your skin turns a tempting shade of pink. Shall we keep going for violet?"
Oh shit. Falcon would love to turn her ass purple. His jaw set before he delivered what he might consider a moderate slap, but her grimace showed it hurt beyond what was pleasurable.
"That's enough, Falcon."
"I didn't hear any Betsy. Let's push her."
"No. Enough."
Falcon hesitated, his eyes throwing daggers in my direction. I held his stare. Falcon outranked me, master sergeant to staff sergeant, expert marksman to my sharpshooter. The one and only time we'd shared a woman before, he'd taken the lead. My command for him to stop overstepped all these invisible boundaries. But she'd obviously reached a pain threshold, and he needed to rein it in.
He tilted his head to the side and bent down to rub her ass. "You've had enough, Violet."
She let out a low groan, confirming my suspicion she'd had enough. We circled her on each side to switch positions. I kept my hand on her back as I paced from her head to her rear. As soon as I returned to my place behind her, Falcon's presence didn't bother me anymore. As long as I had her ass and her cunt, he could have her mouth, if that's what they both wanted.
"You ready to take my cock? I'm huge." I kissed the hottest red parts of her ass cheeks and tickled my fingertips along the bare skin of her hips as I slipped her thong down over her boots.
"Oh god, yes. Please." She kicked off her panties and angled her behind out for me.
My finger came out drenched after I probed inside her. "You like being spanked, huh?" Her juices coated her inner thighs and she whimpered.
As Falcon fed her his cock, I rolled on a condom and lined my dick up. My tip teased her opening, slipping into the snug pocket of her tight entrance. With my groan, she wedged back on me, urging me to push in the rest of the way.
"So impatient, Violet."
I bent over her and grabbed her tit with one hand and found her clit with the other. The second I hit it, she hummed on Falcon's dick. He threw his head back and groaned.
Pushing inside her, scalding heat engulfed my dick. "Holy hell, woman. So tight." I pulled out and slammed into her hard, nudging the chair forward. She braced her hands on the bed, but the chair inched away with my next thrust. Falcon put his foot on the chair and slid it back in place. He maintained the counterpressure to hold her steady.
We found a rhythm, her sucking Falcon and me ramming into her while working her tit and her clit. When she got close, I backed off and stilled. She mewed like an angry kitten. I started up again and then stopped.
She pulled off Falcon and tried to look at me over her shoulder. "Oh my god, Rogan. What the hell?"
"You focus on what you're doing and I'll do my thing back here."
She groaned and bobbed on Falcon's cock, her hand grabbing his balls. He curled his fingers in her hair, forcing her head to stay in place while he pumped up into her mouth.
I was getting close so I dialed my fingers in on her clit. "Let's hear you, Violet."
Her garbled moans increased in volume as she came on my cock. I stayed rooted deep as my climax rose up from my balls and shot out like a missile.
Falcon grunted and came in her mouth. She swallowed it down and licked him while I slid in and out a few more times.
Falcon petted her hair and lowered her head to rest her cheek on the bed. He bent to kiss her lips and I grunted to halt him. His gaze snapped to mine and defiance passed through his eyes. I'd taken it too far. I had no claim to her and no right to prevent him from kissing her. He kissed the edge of her lips and stared me down as he left to use the bathroom.
I pulled out and helped her stand up. Her eyelids hung heavy, and her pupils were huge black discs.
"You okay?" I rubbed her arm and held her scalp in my palm.
"Mmm-hmm." She went limp and crashed her head on my shoulder.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
Falcon walked out of the bathroom and passed us as I carried her. He plopped on the bed, whatever tension between us gone now that sleep was involved.
I set her down gently against the sink and flushed the condom. I handed her a wet washcloth to wipe between her legs and dropped to one knee to untie her boots.
She spoke slow and stunned like she was talking to her best friend, not me. "Oh my god. I loved that so much." She placed her hands on my shoulders, but her arms were spaghetti so I had to hold her up with one hand and work her boots off with the other. She babbled and talked faster. "I like you. Your eyes are gorgeous and you're so strong. And what we did in the car." She took a deep breath and looked down at me. "That was hot."
I chuckled and carried her past the bed where Falcon was already dozing, dropping her in the second bed in the room.
"Put this on." I held up a T-shirt I'd grabbed from my bag.
She pointed her arms to the ceiling and smiled. I slipped my tee on her, and she crashed back to the pillow.
I made her drink some water and take some Tylenol before I removed the rest of my clothes and climbed in behind her. I hit the light, pulling her back to my chest. She nuzzled her sweet ass against my cock.
"Keep that ass still," I said low in her ear.
She giggled and sighed. "Next time… Just you and me… No one else… Mmm."
Unfortunately, there won't be a next time, Violet.
***
I woke a few hours before sunrise with her tits pressing my tee up against my bare chest, her leg bent and resting over mine.
Oh man. Her hair smelled like girly soap and her soft curves rubbed me just right.
Eden Langbow. One phone call to her dad and our chances at making Delta Force would be dust.
I kissed her temple and ran my fingertips down the curve of her side. "Eden. Wake up. We gotta get you home."
"Mmm." She rolled deeper into me and ground her hot core against my leg. "Now. Before the sun comes up and your dad realizes you didn't come home."
She climbed on top of me and straddled my hips. My hard cock nuzzled into the groove of her bare pussy, seeking entrance. Only the thin layer of my briefs separated us. Maybe we could sneak in one more time with just us. If she could keep quiet, and Falcon continued to fake sleep. Although I can't imagine a girl who made as much noise as she did last night could keep quiet while I fucked her.
"He won't care. He stopped keeping tabs on me after my brother died."
What were we talking about? Oh yeah. "Your brother passed?" My arms tightened around her back.
"You didn't know?" She propped herself up on her elbows on my chest and peered down at me.
"I didn't know. What happened?"
"Nathan was killed in Afghanistan. IED."
"Ah. I'm sorry." I stroked her hair down her back.
"Me too. I miss him so much."
"How long ago?"
"It'll be one year on March fifteenth."
"This tattoo is for him?" I ran my thumb over the red, whi
te, and blue hockey sticks on her inner forearm. The red melted to blood drops down to the crook of her elbow.
She nodded while I put the timing together.
"So, if it's been a year and your birthday's coming up…"
"He died ten days after my birthday."
"Oh man. That's rough."
"Yeah. There's a memorial service at Wilmington for the one-year anniversary of his death."
"My father's buried there," I said. Not sure why I was sharing, but I wanted to ease her grief if I could. "Killed in action in Iraq when I was thirteen."
"Oh." She rested her ear on my chest for a few breaths. "You wanna come to the gravesite? It would be nice to have someone there for me."
"What would your dad think if I showed up to be your support at your brother's grave?"
"No!" Falcon's shout from the other bed startled her, and she jumped off me to hide under the sheet. "Langbow will make selection hell for us if he thinks you're making moves on his daughter. And it's already plenty of hell. Don't antagonize the man."
"He's right. We're going in for selection training next month."
"What kind?"
"Special ops."
"I thought you were Rangers already?"
"We are."
"Then what special ops… Holy crap. Are you trying out for Delta Force?"
"No."
"You are! That's what the dinner was about. My dad recommended you both for Delta?"
"Dammit!" Falcon's pissed off curse floated over to us from his bed.
"Don't talk about it," I said in her ear.
"That's so awesome. Delta Force snipers. You guys must really be badass."
I extricated myself from the warmth of Eden's limbs and stood up, ignoring my raging morning wood. "We still gotta make the cut. So, rise and shine, Falc. If we don't wanna get axed the first day, we need to start PT now."
***
I sat in the back with her and held her hand on the ride to her parents' house. In the light of day, she looked like an innocent young girl, struggling to find her way, not the luscious vixen we'd taken advantage of last night.
She'd lost a brother. Going wild and testing limits was her way of working through the grief. Whatever she was doing was not my problem. I should send her home and never see her again. But…
