Hotter Than Ever

Claire began to whimper and squirm in his lap, rocking her hips against Aidan’s face. All that squirming succeeded in turning his c**k into an iron spike. He thrust upward, grinding against Claire’s ass, the mind-blowing friction bringing him to a new level of hardness.

When Aidan slipped two fingers inside her, she shuddered and squeaked with delight. “Oh God, that’s good.”

Dylan laughed again and resumed sucking on her neck, angling his head so he could watch Aidan’s every move. So f**king sexy, seeing Aidan’s tongue slide over that wet pu**y.

“You like the way he eats you, honey?” Dylan’s tongue skimmed up the curve of her jaw toward her ear, and then he took the delicate lobe in his mouth and sucked.

“Uh-huh.” Her breathing had become labored.

“How much do you like it?”

“Mmmmmm.”

“How much, Claire?”

“I…um…oh God. I’m going to come.”

And then she did, trembling wildly in his arms and pressing her face into the crook of his neck. When she bit into his flesh, Dylan felt the first tingles of release in his balls. Fuck. Fuck. He tried to stop it, clamped his teeth over his bottom lip to stave off the climax, but it was too late. Not since he was thirteen years old had he come in his pants. But tonight, on Christmas Eve, at the age of twenty-nine, he shot his load like an inexperienced teenager as the soft, warm woman in his lap shook with an orgasm of her own.

When both he and Claire recovered, Aidan rewarded them with a mocking laugh. “All right. Claire? I understand, what with me licking her up. But you, bro? Where’s that famous SEAL endurance?”

“Dude, if you were in my position and she was grinding all over your c**k like that, you’d shoot your load in your pants too.”

“Maybe. But lucky for me, I get to come on her tits.” Dark eyes gleaming with purpose, Aidan stood and unzipped his pants.

He positioned himself in front of Claire, widened his stance, and started pumping his cock. His hand moved over his shaft in fast, furious strokes, the fire in his eyes darkening, burning, until finally he let out a hoarse cry and came apart. His se**n sprayed Claire’s br**sts, and her moan of pleasure echoed in the living room and vibrated through Dylan’s body.

Aidan’s chest heaved as he caught his breath. A moment later, he stumbled out of the room, then returned with a wad of paper towels in his hand.

As Dylan kissed her neck and breathed in her addictive scent, Aidan gently wiped Claire’s br**sts, then dropped a soft kiss on her lips, showed those sexy dimples, and said, “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

Chapter Thirteen

Three days. She was going back to San Francisco in three days.

Saying goodbye to Dylan and Aidan.

In three days.

Claire couldn’t help but feel like she was walking the plank, about to meet an awful, painful fate—in this case, saying goodbye to the two men she’d come to care deeply about.

The two men she was falling for.

Which was insane. The thought of desiring two men had shaken her up and made her feel like some sort of deviant, but falling for them? For both of them? Was it even possible to be in love with two people at the same time? And was this even love? Could she be mistaking a case of extreme lust for love?

Her head was a jumbled mess of endless questions, so when her iPhone vibrated, it was a much-needed distraction.

Since it was her boss’s number blinking on the display, she wasted no time in answering. “Hey, Barb, Happy New Year’s Eve.”

Barbara Valentine responded with a throaty laugh. “I’m pretty sure it’s New Year’s Day that matters, darling. Do you have a moment to talk?”

“Of course. What’s up?”

“Are you booked on a flight home yet?”

“No, I was actually just about to do that.” Her gaze drifted to the open laptop sitting on Dylan’s bed. She’d left him and Aidan in the living room and ducked in here to book the flight, but she’d been procrastinating from the second she’d turned on her computer.

Because she didn’t want to go home.

At all.

“Don’t,” Barb told her.

Claire wrinkled her forehead. “Don’t what?”

“Book a flight. I need you to head to Oceanside.”

“What for?”

“The firm just got contracted to do an assessment for a software company there. Since you’re already down south, I’m going to put you on it. Spend as much time as you need on site, but realistically, the job shouldn’t take more than two or three weeks. Can I count on you?”

Excitement sparked in her belly. Two or three weeks. And Oceanside was less than an hour’s commute from San Diego. She could stay here at the condo and easily make the drive to the company’s headquarters every day, and all her reports could be prepared off site.

Trying not to reveal how elated she was, she put on a professional voice and said, “You can definitely count on me.”

“I knew I could.” Barb sounded pleased that Claire was being so agreeable. “I’ll email you the details and company profile the day after tomorrow. Businesses go back to normal on the second of the month, but you’ll be meeting with the CEO on the third. That’s Wednesday morning.”

“Sounds good.”

“You sound good. The time off seems to have lifted your spirits,” Barb said, her normally commanding voice softening. “I know what a difficult time this must have been for you.”