Protecting Dallas

I smiled and kissed her again. “Close enough.”

Thirty

DALLAS

He took me again in the middle of the night, rolling me onto my back. Screwing me hotly in the semi-darkness, by the muted pink light of the motel’s hideous neon sign.

Half asleep, still seeping from our previous lovemaking, I spread my legs for him. Maddox sank into me like a sexy torpedo, piercing me to my warm and welcoming — yet still very sore — depths.

And I loved it.

It was all too wonderful, being used like this. Being pleased like this. In all the years of being alone, I just wasn’t accustomed to the closeness. The physical intimacy of sleeping naked with someone; the proximity of a warm boyfriend, or lover, or whatever the hell he was.

At the moment, I was too ecstatic to care. I was staring up dreamily into the mirrored ceiling, my head just visible above his massive shoulder. I watched the muscles of his broad back twisting in unison as he screwed me into the bed. Remained hopelessly captivated by each movement of his perfect, bubble-shaped ass as it clenched and unclenched, drilling himself home between my outstretched thighs.

They want to share me. All three of them.

It was like a dream. A very wet, very dirty, very forbidden dream.

And yet…

Could you really do it?

Hell, I was doing it. The only question that remained was whether or not I could make it work. Or rather, whether or not we could make it work: my three sexy SEALs, plus me.

But could you really keep all three of them satisfied?

The jury was still out on that one, that much I was sure of.

But it sure as fuck would be fun to try.

They care about you, Dallas.

They really did. Of that I was absolutely positive. And even better, they cared about me in ways no one ever really had before. Not past boyfriends. Not friends with benefits. Not even Mark, the cute but funny neighbor who stopped by for dinner once a month last year, and who didn’t often leave without ending up naked in my bed.

Mark, who’d moved away when he was offered a better job in a nicer city. Who’d been snatched away beyond my control… like everyone else in my life.

Yes but these guys are still here, Dallas.

It was like the voice in my head wanted to torment me. Or at the very least, get my false hopes up.

And they’ve been here for you, even when you didn’t know it.

The sun came up, and I found myself staring at Maddox for a very long time. I’d spent a good half-hour just watching his slow, rhythmic breathing. Recording every line and curve of his broad shoulders, his taut, muscular arms held high overhead as he lay face-down in his own pillow.

Could you be happy with them?

It was a fantasy to think that I could. Or rather, that they could be happy with me. All three of them. Sharing the same girlfriend.

/> I laughed into the fake Hawaiian sunset. I made for a pretty kickass girlfriend, that was for sure. Just… maybe not that kickass.

“Morning,” Maddox said suddenly, his eyes still closed. He turned sideways, then stretched and grinned. “How was your sleep?”

“Interrupted,” I smirked back at him.

“Ah yes,” he said. “The snoring.”

“Among other things, yeah.”