Dare to Succeed (The Dare 2)

“Why not?”

She heard the voice and swung her head around to see Max standing there in uniform. He looked so hard and commanding as he stepped closer. Monroe didn’t stop cupping her breasts or kissing her neck. Her lips parted as she took in the sight of Max as he approached. The uniform, the gun and handcuffs, his entire macho, masculine, sexy appearance had her tilting her face up toward him. He reached out, cupped her cheeks between his hands, and brought his lips down over her mouth.

This was bad. Very, very bad, but felt so good and so right at the same time. He plunged his tongue in deeply and she felt her tank top being pushed up, her bra unclipped in the front and then lips, tongue, and teeth latch onto her nipple and breasts. She moaned and shook as her first orgasm hit her hard, causing Monroe to pull her against him. It felt like he was trying to devour as much as her breast as possible with his mouth.

Max kissed her deeply and ran his hands along her other breast as he tugged on her nipple and feasted on her lips. When he released her lips she panted for breath. “Oh God slow down. Please, I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can because you’re meant for us.”

Caldwell. Oh God, Caldwell was there, too, now. He walked closer and Max stepped to the side only for Caldwell to cup her cheeks and look over her breasts. Her tank top was pushed up nearly to her neck and Monroe was feasting on one of them.

“You look like a goddess, baby. I’ve dreamt of this, of you allowing us in.” He leaned forward and softly kissed her lips. He pulled back and held her gaze as if he were testing the waters, seeing if she were okay with this. It was like he took her words about slowing things down seriously, but she now wanted to taste him, too. She pressed closer and he moved but waited for her to close the distance between their lips. Right before she touched her lips to his, feeling the desire to taste him, Caldwell smirked and she poured all her emotions into that kiss. There was no turning back. She allowed them this close and boy did she want more of them.

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“I could feast on he

r for hours,” Monroe said and Max mumbled in agreement as he suckled Alicia’s breast. Caldwell chuckled as he released her lips and kissed her nose and then her lips again smiling at her. She looked shocked, aroused, and flushed from this intimate moment.

Max and Monroe lifted up and both had a hand on her thigh. She pulled her tank top over her breasts, not bothering with the bra right now.

“Are you okay?” Caldwell asked. She whispered yes but shook her head no. He chuckled.

“I think you’ll be just fine,” Caldwell told her as he caressed her cheeks with his knuckles. He smiled at her and she looked shocked. Her hazel eyes sparkled.

She slid down off the island, lowering her head. “I should get back to work.”

“Oh no, there’s a lot for us to discuss,” Max said, placing his hand on her waist, stopping her from moving. Caldwell looked at her face go flush and her tank top was so low half her breast was pouring from the top. She was well endowed.

“Like what?” she asked, her voice low and sexy, but seemingly unintentional. She shyly pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Like how this happened,” Caldwell said to her as she looked at him.

“Like how it’s going to happen again and often,” Monroe added. She opened her mouth to speak but then Max spoke.

His hands on his hips and that firm sheriff expression he gave when he meant business. “And how things are going to change around here. We’ve been patiently waiting for you to realize how we felt.”

“What do you mean, Max?” she asked.

He reached out and fixed her tank top. The feel of his thick, hard fingers caressing under the strap and repositioning it aroused her. She shivered with desire.

“We want you, Alicia. Have since the moment we laid eyes on you months ago. We’ve been patient. Hell, you’ve pushed us to our limit. God, how we’ve wanted to touch you, taste you, and claim you ours.”

“You have? Why? What is it that you want from me?”

“Everything. All of you. Your heart, your love, whatever you’re willing to give,” Monroe said to her.

Caldwell watched her hazel eyes fill with tears. She looked away and took an unsteady breath.

“I can’t. I’m sorry, but I’m just not capable.” She pushed between them and tried running but Caldwell stopped her. He turned her around and held her in his arms as she cried.

“Damn, baby. Talk to us,” he said.

“Who hurt you, Alicia? Who made you so untrusting and fearful?” Max asked and Caldwell felt his chest tighten. Was that the case here? Had a man hurt her? He wanted to know everything. He wanted to protect her. He ran his palm along her back and rubbed her there, consoling her as she calmed down.

“We’re not him, Alicia. We’re not him.”

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