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  As the summer breeze swirled around us, I licked my lips, and Panther’s gaze dropped to my mouth. Jesus, that look was something else. It was full of hot summer nights spent naked and tangled up with the person who made your head spin. I turned in his arms, wanting more of him than this, then reached for the button of his jeans and undid it.

  “Or…we could just join them.”

  Panther took a step forward and placed a hand on either side of my body, caging me in against the fence. “Right here, right now, huh?”

  “Well,” I said as I slowly slid his zipper down, “we don’t have to go all the way.”

  Panther eyed me steadily as I slipped my hand down inside the jeans and briefs he’d changed into back at the beach. When my fingers found his hot flesh, he sucked in a breath.

  “But I can’t have you riding home like this now, can I?”

  Panther’s lips twitched. “I mean, it would be uncomfortable, and it is pretty dark out here.”

  “Very dark,” I agreed. “And if we stand real close, no one would even know I had my hand wrapped around your hard cock.”

  “Oh shit, Solo,” Panther growled.

  “Stop?”

  Panther’s arms flexed where they were braced on either side of me, and then he punched his hips forward, sliding his thick dick through my fingers. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

  I nipped at his lower lip and squeezed my fingers tight around him. As I took his length with a nice, long pull, Panther groaned.

  “Hmm, not so little now that I have you in hand.”

  Panther’s eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched, and once he seemed to get himself under control, he said, “Won’t feel so little later when I’m pounding it into you either.”

  “Fuck, now that sounds promising.” I scraped my teeth along his jaw to his ear. “You better come through on that when we get home.”

  Panther turned his head, and when a feral smile twisted his lips, I knew I was gonna get it when we got somewhere he could unleash. “Start moving your hand, Solo. Or it’s gonna be here against this fucking fence.”

  While the idea certainly wasn’t a bad one, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop myself from waking up the neighbors if Panther got his stiff rod all up inside me. Instead, I took his mouth in a scorching kiss.

  Damn. I wasn’t sure if it was the man, the kiss, or the public situation, but I was nearly coming in my jeans. I tangled my tongue with Panther’s, teasing and tasting him as I continued to milk his length. When he tore his mouth free of mine and pinned me with a wild look, I knew he was close.

  I licked over my lower lip and drew my fist up his length, then I swiped my thumb over the swollen head of his dick and raised my hand to my mouth. As I sucked my thumb between my lips and the taste of him exploded on my tongue, Panther grunted and jammed his hips forward.

  “Fuck.” Panther’s curse fell from his lips right before he took mine again in a sinful mating of the mouths, and I reached back down to take him in hand.

  Still braced against the fence, Panther’s arms flexed and bulged as he began to fuck into my hand like it was a matter of life and death. I wrapped my free hand around the back of his neck and kissed my way up to his ear. “Stop being such a rule follower, lieutenant, and mess me the fuck up.”

  Panther hauled me flush against him, and I made sure to add a tight grip to his steely length as his entire body began to shake. Then his head fell back and a shout tore from his chest as he exploded all over my palm.

  “Jesus Christ.” The reverence in Panther’s voice made me chuckle. “You’re a bad fucking influence.”

  “I am?” I brushed a kiss over his lips. “You’re the one who just came all over my hand at the back of some stranger’s property. Really, Panther, you should have some better control.”

  Panther eyed me and let go, then took a step back to zip up his jeans. “Oh, like you just did?”

  I looked down to the hard-on I was still sporting. “I think I showed immense control. Actually, I think it’s going to take something extra big to break it. Got anything in mind?”

  Panther licked his lips, his eyes narrowing on me as a hunter would its prey. Yeah, that’s right, come get me.

  I adjusted myself to a more comfortable position inside the denim, knowing the ride back to the barracks would be uncomfortable as hell. But the promise of Panther pounding me into the bed made the discomfort worth it.

  “Solo?”

  My entire body trembled. Unlike a second ago, when he’d been relaxed and satisfied, Panther now sounded…provoked.

  “Yeah?” I said as I turned to see him heading my way, his long legs eating up the distance between us. The predatory look in Panther’s eyes had something primal stirring in me.

  “You better go straight fucking home, and don’t even think about stopping along the way.”

  Yep, I was about to get it and get it good, and I couldn’t fucking wait.

  13 Panther

  “YOU CHEATED.” MY Ducati purred as I slowed to a crawl and pulled in beside Solo’s cherry-red crotch rocket. I cut the engine, swung my leg over the seat, and watched as that wicked tongue that had been in my mouth minutes ago slipped out and slid along his lush lower lip.

  “So what if I did?”

  I pulled my helmet from my head and secured it on the bike. “Not very sportsmanlike of you.”

  As I slowly stalked the man who had just given me one of the most fantastic handjobs of my life, Solo smirked and backed up a step.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was supposed to be playing by a set of rules.”

  I stepped up onto the sidewalk as Solo’s back hit the door to my room, and as I kept coming for him, he reached down and adjusted what had to be one hell of a hard-on behind his jeans.

  “But if we are trying to be sportsmanlike”—Solo flashed a shameless grin—“then fair’s fair, and you owe me.”

  I planted my hands on either side of his head. “And what exactly do you think I owe you?”

  Solo lowered his eyes to my mouth then leaned forward so his lips were by my ear. “You owe me an orgasm that makes my knees give out.”

  A shiver raced up my spine and I plastered my body to his. As I slipped the key into the lock, I ground myself up against his erection. Solo groaned, and I said, “Get inside.”

  As I turned the door handle and shoved it open, Solo stumbled in. I pulled him in close until he was again head to toe with me. His eyes blazed full of lust and desire, and I lowered my head and scraped my teeth along his stubbled jaw. Solo reached for my arms, his fingers digging into the leather of my jacket, as a rumble of arousal bubbled out of him.

  “Fuck, you smell amazing,” I said as I nuzzled under his ear and made my way down to the collar of his jacket. “Like leather and sea salt, and that delicious cologne you wear…” I bent my knees a fraction to take in the intoxicating scent lingering on the V-neck of his shirt.

  “Jesus, Panther. My dick’s already hard; you don’t have to take your time here.”

  I straightened and rubbed my palm up the front of his jeans. When Solo cursed, I tightened my hand around his stiff cock.

  All afternoon I’d been thinking about this moment where I could get him naked and alone, where I could have my way with him, and as that idea settled in, so did the memory of a recent conversation we’d had. A conversation I hadn’t been able to shake. A conversation that both intrigued and aroused me.

  “What if I want to take all night?”

  Solo’s chest rose and fell, his breathing much heavier now as I massaged him through the denim. He reached down to wrap his fingers around my wrist and thrust into my hand, and my dick began to throb.

  “Then I hope you got everything you wanted back there at the house, ’cause I’m seconds away from coming in my jeans.”

  “You better fucking not.” I nipped at his lower lip. “I have plans for you.”

  I released him to undo the button of his jeans, and then reached for my own. “Strip
and wait for me on the bed.”

  Solo arched an eyebrow. “And where are you going?”

  I knew I was being overly bossy, but that was all part of the fantasy. If I suspected for one second that Solo wasn’t into it, I’d call it off. As it was, I’d felt the proof he was very much enjoying himself.

  “Solo?”

  “Yeah?”

  “For once in your life, do what you’re told.” I eyed my bed, then ran a fingertip along his treasure trail. “Get naked and get on my bed. I’ll be back in a second.”

  Solo shrugged out of his leather jacket and tossed it on one of the chairs in the room, then took his shirt off. He balled it up and tossed it to the floor, and the picture he made in nothing but his boots, open jeans, and dog tags made my erection throb like a motherfucker.

  He eyed me as I walked back toward the bathroom, and when I ran into the wall, he chuckled.

  “Hurry back, Lieutenant Hardass.” Solo shoved his hand into his open jeans and freed his dick. “I want to make sure I’m following your orders to a tee.”

  Fucking Solo. Just when I thought I had the upper hand with him, he managed to take it right back. Not that I was surprised. He was the sexiest, ballsiest fucker I knew—and lucky me, he was all mine.

  14 Solo

  IF I’D KNOWN that daring Panther to come get me would result in this, I would have done it the first night we met. Not that I was complaining now. But holy hell. The heat in his eyes had almost made me come right there.

  Thankfully, I’d held my shit together, because there was nothing I wanted more than to know where he was about to take this. So with my clothes now fully removed, I headed to his bed and climbed on top of it, then I plumped two pillows up behind me because, hell, I wanted to see everything that was about to happen next.

  With my eyes glued to the bathroom door, I wrapped a hand around my eager dick and slowly began to stroke. I was a hair trigger away from exploding, and anything other than that was going to send me straight over the edge.

  Watching Panther come undone for me earlier at the house was one of the hottest things I’d seen in my life. But as I lay there, naked, spread-legged, and hard as a steel rod, I had a feeling whatever was about to happen next would blow that right out of the water.

  That was just the way it was now with Panther. Every time we touched, every time we kissed, the connection we’d forged grew stronger, and the hunger intensified. I’d never had that happen before. Never had the desire to keep coming back to the same person over and over again. But with him, everything was different.

  The sound of a handle turning made me refocus. The bathroom door opened and Panther stepped out naked as the day he was born. My hand tightened at the root of my dick in an effort not to come from the sight of him.

  Fuck me, he was hot. His tight, toned body had muscles rippling all over it. As he began to walk into the room, my hand automatically began to move again. Jesus. I wanted that body over me, inside me, fucking me, until I couldn’t move.

  Panther stopped by the set of drawers on the far wall, and took a nice, long look at the X-rated picture I made, then he smirked and tossed the bottle of lube he held in the air, catching it on the downfall.

  “Very good, Lieutenant Morgan. I’m pleased to note you can follow orders.”

  Shit, this little game was just as hot as the jaw-dropping visual he made standing there—and that was before he pulled out a blindfold.

  Where the hell had he gotten that from?

  “Now, let’s see if you can live up to my high expectations…”

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck.

  “Expectations?”

  I wasn’t sure what was pounding harder, my heart or my cock. But when Panther stopped by the bed and tossed the bottle of lube by my side, my dick jerked and pre-cum coated my palm, and I had my answer.

  He leaned down and brushed his lips over mine. “I want to see if you are as talented blindfolded as I think you are.”

  I groaned and reached for him, but Panther quickly moved away. Then he dangled the black blindfold on one of his fingers. “You game?”

  Fuck yes. Though it was a shame I wasn’t going to be able to stare at that rock-hard body as it pounded into mine. “Give it to me.”

  Panther dropped the soft fabric on my chest. I placed it over my eyes and made sure the elastic at the back was holding it firmly in place. At the loss of my vision, my other senses began to kick in, and the first thing I noticed was the distinct sound of Panther moving away from me.

  “Where are you going?” When I got no response, I added, “This isn’t some kind of joke like last time, is it? Where you tie me to the bed, blindfold me, and then run off?”

  The footsteps stopped, and then Panther’s deep voice filled the room and sent a rush of adrenaline through my veins. “No. This is where I give you the bottle of lube and watch you stretch yourself for my cock.”

  “Fuck.”

  Panther chuckled, then I felt him place the bottle in my hand. “Do this for me, and we will.”

  He didn’t have to tell me twice. I felt around the bottle for the top and uncapped it, then poured a liberal amount in my hand and then refastened it and tossed it—thump—on the floor, apparently.

  Oh well, I didn’t care. This wasn’t going to take long, as far as I was concerned, and when I bent my legs and placed my feet on the mattress, Panther growled, letting me know I wasn’t the only one thinking that.

  I slid my slick hand down over my stiff dick, and as my fingers grazed my balls, I sucked in a breath. Damn, I was so worked up that I had to stop for a second and count back from ten.

  “You okay up there?”

  I bit down on my lower lip and somehow managed to rein in my desire to get myself off right then. Then I nodded and pumped my hips up, widening my straddle a fraction.

  “Fuckin’ hell,” Panther muttered, and the satisfaction I felt was enough to keep my head in the game.

  “Oh I’m real good up here.” I flitted my fingers down the tight skin of my perineum, then back up to cradle my balls. “Just feeling my way through this since I can’t, you know…see.”

  I could hear Panther’s breathing become heavier and more rapid as I again trailed my fingers down to my hole. Then, just as I was about to tease him again, he issued his next order.

  “Get ’em in you, Mateo.”

  I swallowed, jacking my hips up off the mattress. When they came back down, I felt the end of the bed dip.

  Hell yes, come to me, I thought, as my fingers found my hole and I imagined Panther moving up the bed between my legs. I pictured his face all strained and serious. His mouth, tight and unsmiling, but not because he was pissed, because he was resisting his own impulse to devour every inch of me. I gave a tortured moan as I pushed the first finger inside me.

  “Damn,” he whispered like a prayer. “Mateo…Jesus.” Panther’s voice was rough as sandpaper, which made me fuck up onto my long digits a little harder. “Do it again.”

  I withdrew my fingers and pushed home again a little harder, and when I widened them and grazed my prostate, I squeezed my eyes shut behind the soft black fabric. That was when a hand clamped on to my ankle and I was hauled down the bed.

  My fingers slipped free and I reached for my cock. Panther smoothed his hands down the inside of my thighs, pushing them wide, and made a sound I knew I’d replay over and over whenever I wanted to get off.

  Half growl, half groan, he sounded like an animal about to go wild. He hooked his hands under my thighs and raised my hips a fraction to nudge the wide head of his dick against my empty hole. Panther was done waiting, was done watching, and before I could tell him to hurry the fuck up or this would all be over, he surged forward and filled me in one hard thrust.

  “Fuck.” I shouted so loud that I wouldn’t have been surprised if everyone on base heard me. But damn, Panther was so fucking deep, and it felt so unbelievable that there was no way to hold back. I desperately began to milk my cock, my senses now on overdrive as
Panther began to thrust in and out of me at a relentless pace.

  God, it was intense. The sounds echoing off the walls, the smell of sweat and arousal as my cock leaked all over my hand and stomach, and the feel… Damn, the hard, thick feel of his cock destroying me was more than I could’ve ever imagined.

  Panther came down over me, batted my hand out of the way and took my dick in his fist, then flicked his tongue across my lips. “Open for me.”

  I did better than that. I craned my head up and blindly aimed for his lips, and his mouth crashed down on top of mine. As his tongue dove inside, I groaned and wrapped my legs around his waist, and he began to fuck me hard into his mattress.

  It was fast, it was hard, it was everything the two of us lived for, and as I began to shake, I felt Panther tense as he gave his final order.

  “Come on me, Mateo. Come on us.”

  Like anything was gonna stop me. The next time he tunneled inside, Panther came hot and hard, filling me with his arousal, and I exploded in a sticky mess between the two of us.

  Holy fucking shit. I felt like I’d been hit by a Mack truck. As my hands and legs fell limp to the bed, I heard a satisfied laugh, and I smiled. Even that felt like an effort.

  “Pleased with yourself?” I asked as Panther pulled out of me.

  “I think you should be able to feel how pleased I am for at least a couple days. Don’t you?”

  I was about to answer when gentle fingers stroked over my cheek and then slipped under the blindfold, removing it from my eyes. I blinked at the handsome face hovering over mine then grinned.

  “So, what’s the verdict? Am I as talented in a blindfold as I am out of it?”

  Panther tossed the material aside and then lowered over me until our bodies were connected head to toe.

  “I’d say that’s a resounding yes, but…”

  “But?”

  He traced his fingers down my temple to my chin and then angled my face up.

  “But as much as I loved that little fantasy, nothing compares to watching you fall apart, and then having you look at me like I hung the fucking moon.”