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  “You made it comfy for yourself,” Chase corrected as Kate climbed onto the bench, testing it out. He spread his legs so the bench fit comfortably between them. “Jake doesn’t do things on the floor unless he has to. It’s an old age thing.”

  Jake grunted. “My back isn’t what it used to be.”

  “You don’t do the floor, either,” Kate reminded Chase as she settled between her husband’s firm thighs. She ran her hands along his legs, framing his groin with her hands without touching anything fun. “Your knees aren’t what they used to be. Maybe I need to find younger guys.”

  “Bite your tongue.” Jake smacked her ass and lay on his back on the bench, inching his way under her.

  “Hit her again,” Chase demanded. “I think she needs another spanking to remind her who hands out the best orgasms. Not young guys.”

  Fuck no, she wasn’t getting spanked again. Meekly she dropped her gaze, concentrating on the firmness of his erection. “You two give me the best orgasms, Husband. Sir.”

  “Damn straight,” Jake said. He used the remote to start the music again, a hip hop song Kate had heard on the radio.

  Kate listened a second and rolled her eyes. “You pervert, this song is about blow jobs. This better not end up in my ass kicking playlist.” Jake had playlists for her to listen to when they trained together.

  “It’s in the ‘blow Chase’ playlist, and only you get it.” Jake smacked her on the ass. Really, she was sick of the ass smacking, but they were a hell of a lot stronger and were better shots with a gun. She only had C-4 to threaten them with.

  “You ready, darlin’?” Jake asked. “Birthday boy says you can’t come, either of you. Chase, when you’ve had enough torture, scream uncle.”

  “I’m not bringing the general into any of this.” But he shot Kate a wicked grin, one that said he was more than game for all of this to begin. “Get to work, wife.”

  Despite the command in Chase’s voice and her desire to give him whatever he wanted, Kate waited for Jake to direct her with his hands and mouth as instructed. She ended up straddling the bench, dropping her pussy down to a level that Jake could enjoy without a crick in his neck.

  “Hands, too, Kate. Get it?” Jake said so softly she doubted Chase heard. He blew across her clit, sending a shiver up her spine.

  “Yes, Sir.” Kate blew across the head of Chase’s cock. He jumped a little, his shaft twitching as every muscle in his abdomen and legs tensed tight. Oh, my, this was going to be fun, shredding every ounce of control Chase had.

  She blew again, a little harder. Jake’s tongue sank to the very edge of her opening, then licked upward, to her clit. She mirrored that on Chase’s shaft, starting at the base, licking up the underside, along that throbbing vein to the head. Now around, sliding around the rim the same way Jake circled her clit.

  “Jesus, just suck me,” Chase said with a growl.

  Jake’s laugh hummed along her inner thigh as he changed gears and she did the same, the muscles along Chase’s rock hard. He directed her to lick back up, then around the base, sucking at her peritoneum. She guessed he wanted her to pay attention to Chase’s sac so she did, drawing one tight testicle into her mouth.

  “I hate you both.” Chase’s hands clenched the sheets, his knuckles white.

  Jake nipped Kate’s clit, she jumped, and then treated Chase to the same punishment, gently biting the head of his cock. She didn’t think she could get much wetter, her juices flooding Jake’s fingers as he used them to explore her folds. She wrapped hers around Chase’s base and squeezed, then finally Jake sucked her clit between his lips. She took a sharp breath, fighting the sudden spasm of muscles deep inside her channel.

  Chase got his reward, too. She drew his entire length in deep, hollowing her cheeks as she applied generous suction just the way he liked. He blew out a breath and shifted his hips. “Thank fuck, about time.”

  Kate glanced up at Chase through her lashes as she sucked his length in and out. His eyes were closed, his beautiful face etched with the sweetest agony. His parted lips moved silently, probably reciting stats of some form to keep from spilling without permission. Though she saw not coming as being obedient, she knew her husband would see it as a challenge. Jake would tease him unmercifully if he came, no matter what Kate did to him.

  She was torn between enjoying what Jake’s mouth did and her task at hand, following orders. Jake tapped her elbow and tugged. Curious, she reached under her.

  “Don’t stop,” Jake whispered, loud enough for her to hear. Cold gel hit her fingers in generous amounts. He touched her rear entry with his fingers, tapping, then slid forward, rimming the entrance to her pussy with his fingers. Ah, she got it. Touching her fingers to Chase’s anus, she painted him with lube.

  Chase squirmed. “Jesus! Kate, don’t listen to him.”

  Jake’s touch became more insistent, rimming, dipping in to scintillate the nerve endings just inside. She did the same for Chase, easing into the clenched muscles, knowing from experience that the burst of pleasure from those nerve endings would be divine. She penetrated to the knuckle and Chase moaned.

  “Fucking hate you, Jake.” But Chase didn’t scramble away. Instead, he trembled beneath her, probably so close to coming from that little breach. He breathed out, and she slid in deeper, working to the base like Jake had done with his fingers. Jake waited patiently, though, probably knowing how hard this was for Chase, despite the pleasure.

  “It burns.” Chase hissed out a breath. “God, no wonder you like this, Kate.”

  As if that was what Jake was waiting for, his fingers worked deeper into Kate’s pussy and he tapped her G-spot. She fought a moan and did her own quick assessment of the periodic table to keep from falling over the edge into bliss. Jake tapped again, and she got it. She worked her finger the same way inside Chase and hit a small knot on the upside. Chase jumped, cramming his cock deep down her throat.

  “Fuck!” Chase must have forgotten the rules because he sank his shaking hands into her hair, right to the scalp.

  Jake hummed again against her clit, laughing as he massaged her G-spot. She did the same to Chase, and he moaned, his belly quivering. Oh, so close to losing control as he began to buck his hips under her, fucking her mouth as if he’d forgotten she was Kate, his cherished wife. Yeah, he’d clamp her nipples and make her wear a butt plug, but for some reason, he was always controlled when she did anything fun to him. Until now.

  “Kate…” Chase froze, every muscle tense. She rubbed her finger into that spot harder, massaging with the pad. She pressed right under his balls on the outside, having learned he liked that, too. He hissed and pistoned into her mouth, thrusting once, twice. He groaned and came in a hot rush of fluid, more than he’d ever shot down her throat. She swallowed, doing her best not to gag, so pleased she had made him that excited, that uncontrolled. She’d bet his sports car that had been one of the most amazing orgasms of his life.

  Jake bit down gently on her clit. Kate let Chase’s cock slide from her mouth, and she fought her own orgasm. “Let me come, Chase. Please?”

  “Nope. If I lose, you lose, too.”

  She struggled internally, blowing out, fighting the bliss.

  “She likes fingers up the ass, too,” Chase offered, ever helpful.

  Jake obliged, sliding two well-lubed digits in. The burn sparked an inferno. She moaned, tossing in the towel as she let the waves of pleasure wash over her, drawing her up to the top of the highest crest. It felt like one of the few times she’d surfed successfully on her honeymoon, riding that high. Oh, so good, Jake’s fingers massaging her G-spot. She peaked and the world seemed to pause for a moment before she plummeted down the other side, racing downward, the waves surrounding her until it was like she was surfing the inside of the tube. She crashed out the other side, floating in a puddle of bliss as she flopped down onto Chase’s thighs, replete.

  Jake slid out from under Kate, stood, and kissed her lips softly, obviously not caring that she tasted of Ch
ase. “Happy, you two?”

  Chase grunted, his eyes closed, his face serene but unemotional as he lay on the bed. “Where the fuck did you learn that?”

  Jake said something in Russian, and Kate didn’t understand since it wasn’t one of her verbal languages. In fact, they all spoke Russian except her, and it pissed her off to no end when a meeting at work would suddenly turn into a meeting of the Moscow minds just because they could annoy her. Chase responded in kind, then scooted up the bed and held out a hand to Kate. It occurred to her that she had no clue what languages Chase knew. Chinese, yes, and French. But she never asked more. He probably wouldn’t tell her, anyway. It was a work thing.

  “Where did he learn that trick?” she asked.

  “Moscow, undercover,” Chase said.

  “That’s not what he said.” She knew enough about languages to know he’d said way more than that.

  “Nope, but that’s what you need to know, love. Stop being nosy and come here. You, too, birthday boy. You can wait to fuck my wife, seeing you made her do naughty things to me.”

  “I can wait.” Jake sounded amused as he stretched out next to Kate, who plastered herself against Chase. Jake reached across Kate to smack Chase on the stomach. “You going to kill me?”

  Chase grunted. “No.”

  “You gonna let Kate do it again?”

  “Maybe.” But he cracked open one eye and winked at Kate as he hid a smile. Oh, he would definitely let her do it again.

  “Best fucking orgasm of your life, right?”

  “Fucking hate you.” But Chase’s smile grew, and he hugged Kate closer.

  Jake chuckled as he rolled to his back, his hip still pressed to Kate’s. “You’ll get over it.”

  She struggled up to one elbow and stared down at her husband. “Was it the best?”

  “Mmm.” Chase nodded, still smiling, eyes now closed. Though he was totally relaxed, she saw just a hint of vulnerability in the twitch of his lips.

  “If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll do it again for you.”

  “Mouthy.”

  “You think you can get it up again?” She traced a pattern around his nipple, the tiny peak tightening when she dabbed the tip.

  “Mmm. In a bit. Why?”

  “I want you both.”

  Chase opened both eyes and gave her a wicked smile, one that promised she’d definitely be fulfilled. “Go get me a drink. Jake, too. Please.”

  “Hell, yes. Water, please.”

  “Yes, Husband. Sir.” Jake smacked her ass and she yelped. “What was that for?”

  “I told you not to come.”

  “He came, too.”

  “If I smack his ass, he’ll snipe me from a mile away.”

  “Out of a crowded room, off a busy street,” Chase agreed.

  She rose on wobbly legs to do their bidding and paused at the bar to watch them. Chase was sprawled out, arms crossed across his abdomen, his head turned to Jake as they whispered. His eyes glittered almost black in the dim light, his hair just as dark. She hadn’t let him shave so his jaw had a brush of black stubble over his pale skin. Jake was a golden sprawl next to Chase’s pale beauty, his blue eyes a little turbulent as he spoke, his biceps flexing as he accentuated something with a wave of his hand.

  She caught a few strains of their conversation and realized they spoke in Russian again. It stung, the idea that Chase would talk work, here, when the three of them were together like this. But that was Chase—all work. No doubt he hadn’t had a chance to debrief Jake about this last mission, and whatever it was had to be important. She sighed and her phone chirped from the wet bar.

  Both men turned to gaze at her with identical gazes—admiration, respect, love. The love sparkling in Jake’s eyes unnerved her for just a moment. He shouldn’t be feeling that, not to the depth that Chase did. She studied her partner closer and whatever she had seen was gone as he smiled at something Chase said. She frowned. Jake hadn’t been around a lot lately, but she knew he was impressed with how happy his buddy was with her and their relationship.

  In the months since September, when everything had been resolved, Chase had changed. He was more relaxed, happy, easier to smile and joke. He took time off and stood his ground about the fact that he deserved a break like everyone else. He’d even made the-powers-that-be give him a long weekend to propose to her at Jake’s farm in rural Virginia.

  Their tiny wedding had been perfect, and their honeymoon a month ago had been a short but relaxing four days on a tropical island—sun, sand, and her very amorous husband. He’d taught her to dive and snorkel, his Special Ops water training shining through as they enjoyed clear waters and tropical warmth.

  Yes, Chase was still Chase. Overbearing, controlling, organized to a fault, dominant to the extreme. But Kate guessed there were things even love couldn’t change.

  But Jake… Jake needed someone to love, someone of his own to tame the man whore and bring him to heel. Someone he could make playlists for, play his kinky games with, someone to cuddle, because Jake was as much a cuddle hound as Chase was, despite both being big, hulking spies able to take down terrorists with a single shot. Kate smiled and vowed she’d find someone for Jake to love, even if it was the last thing she did.

  ****

  Jake reclined on the bed, watching Kate sneak glances at them as she moved around the wet bar area. She finally sighed and picked up her phone, attending to the annoying chirping noise the thing was making.

  “I know I usually wait for debriefing at the office, but your room is secure, yes?” Chase asked in Russian.

  “Secure,” Jake confirmed in Russian. He didn’t want to go here, not now, not when he had no clue what to feel about anything. His nerves still sang with desire for Kate, yet his mind went to Tia, comparing her exotic, curvy beauty to Kate’s wholesome blonde bombshell physique. Then there was this whole Charlotte thing, the fear and dread tossed into the mixture.

  Jake cleared his throat. “Yeah, you were right. That cell is active.”

  “Fuck.”

  “I have enough proof.” Photos and a few well-placed bugs had gotten him plenty of conversation. “They don’t know where he is, though. He’s still underground and sending them a courier at some point.”

  “London?”

  Jake nodded. “Dubai was a red herring.”

  Chase sighed and nodded, watching his wife out of hooded eyes. Kate was checking her phone, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip. “God, she’s beautiful. I could watch her for hours. Hell, I have.”

  Jake knew Chase well. It wasn’t her lithe body that turned him on. Even though she was standing there, naked, she was obviously figuring something out as she studied her phone. The imaginary wheels in her brain were turning at Mach speed, her brow furrowed as she concentrated. That’s what Chase loved—her quick, genius mind.

  She glanced up, saw them staring, and smiled. “Sorry, IT has a question.”

  Kate went back to being pensive, her spooky-smart mind probably buzzing a zillion miles an hour. Jake glanced at Chase, jealous as hell. “Yes, she is. Beautiful. You’re damned lucky, buddy. Don’t forget it.”

  “She tends not to let me forget.” Chase sighed, and it wasn’t a content one. “Have you ever wished we weren’t…us?”

  “Friends?”

  “Spies.”

  Jake nodded, disturbed. Chase worried constantly about Kate, and now Charlotte. But he’d never voiced wanting something different. “All the time. You know I want to open a bar on a beach, on some tropical island, and lure inebriated women to my hut all day, all night.”

  Chase snorted. “You want to live on your farm and ride that damned horse all day.”

  Jake grinned. “You got me.”

  Chase glanced over at Kate again. “I worry. Being her boss…her husband… I don’t know if I can be both and not hurt her again.”

  “You just need to chill more.” Jake shifted in the bed, stretching. “But you also have me to keep her safe out there in the big, bad
world. So maybe you’re worrying for nothing.”

  Jake knew Chase wasn’t, though. Their world was filled with deceit and danger, and none of it boded well for a marriage, especially with someone as tightly wound as Chase. Jake wanted them to work. More than anything, despite the odd sensations that swirled in his gut when he stared at Kate too long.

  Chase swallowed. “I want to wrap her in bubble wrap.”

  “God, that could be kinky. You know I love bubble wrap. You’d grope her boobs, she’d snap and crackle. You’d fuck her, and she’d pop like popcorn.” Chase snorted, and Jake grinned. “If you want your marriage to work, don’t wrap her in bubble wrap and send her out with me, okay? I would cross the line and fuck her, just to hear her pop.”

  “Thanks for the warning.”

  “That’s enough Russian for one night.” Kate appeared at the edge of the bed, water in hand. “What are you discussing?”

  “Bubble wrap,” Jake said, taking the water she offered. “Bought myself some last week. You know I live for it.”

  “Bubble wrap? In Russian? Okay.” She handed Chase a bottle of water, too, and sat at the edge of the bed. “I’m going to need to learn Russian next if I want to know what’s going on around here.”

  Chase narrowed his eyes, and Jake feared boss mode would turn up full-force, uninvited. “The only thing you need to know is what we expect of you.”

  “And that is?”

  “Birthday boy has needs still.”

  God, Jake loved her eyes, a deep blue that echoed the sky after a storm. Those eyes sparkled with amusement as she perused his body, taking stock of the semi poking from his groin. He seemed like he lived almost hard between Kate and Tia. Damn, he had to stop going there.

  There was nothing submissive about that smile, either. It was all seduction and lust. “What shall I do about those needs, Husband? Sir?”

  “He deserves to be tortured, too. Ride him.”

  Jake snapped his gaze to Chase’s, a little worried. “Ride? I’m good fucking her ass. She can ride you.” Face to face, skin on skin…he wasn’t sure that was a good idea right now. Not with weird feelings floating around in his gutter brain.