Gone by Annabel Wolfe Page B

what he did for a living. He had a pretty straightforward attitude toward difficult situations, but he also understood the concept of allies and had to acknowledge that whatever happened next, he was willing to negotiate.
    Nicole was beautiful—always—to him, and she enjoyed sex. Watching her enjoy it with someone else might be interesting.
    Actually, the idea kind of turned him on. Males were visual creatures anyway, that wasn’t in question. If jealousy was not part of the equation, he might just like the experience.
    If they managed to talk her into it.
    Zero hour. Straight deployment into unknown territory .
    “Baby,” he murmured, running his fingers through her hair as he backed her toward the bedroom. “Don’t overthink this.”
    “I’m not a—”
    He interrupted. “I think I know what you were about to say, and you sure as hell aren’t. Neither Eric nor I think so. We both love you. What’s wrong with that? Explain it to me.”
    God, she looked gorgeous with her golden hair and those beautiful eyes. Not to mention the lush curve of her lips, and he kissed her again because he couldn’t help it.
    And she responded. The erect tips of her breasts pressed against his chest spoke to him that maybe she wasn’t completely opposed to this idea, on a physical level anyway. Still kissing her, he went ahead and picked her up, sweeping an arm under her knees because it was more expedient, and he was in a damned hurry.
    Or his rigid cock was anyway.
    “Jack.”
    The laugh she gave at the theatrical gesture was breathless, and he loved that very feminine sound as he carried her into the bedroom. He lowered her to the bed and then started to unfasten her blouse, holding her gaze the entire time. Eric was there too, next to them, unzipping her shorts, easing them down along with her underwear…
    Then she was naked and not really objecting, which was a good thing.
    And it was pretty erotic, he had to admit, to watch his friend kiss her bared thigh because Nicole quivered, her eyes shutting.
    Yeah, she was on board with it.
    “This will be good,” Jack promised her. “Damned good.”
    “I shouldn’t…”
    “Sure you should.” He trailed his mouth down the curve of her throat in persuasion. Then he licked the tip of her breast. It was a beautiful pink and tightened into a perfect bud. “We’ll take very good care of you.”
    Always . He didn’t even have to say it.
    “We will.” Eric echoed his words with resounding emphasis. “Let me get this started.”
    As Jack stood and started to undress he watched Eric press her legs apart and lower his head between her thighs and press his mouth against her sex, and she jerked in reaction.
    It was damned arousing, actually.
    Quite frankly, he was in reality, besides what complicated things he did for the military, a farm boy. He liked everything, even sex, simple and straightforward. It felt good if done right, and all parties involved should emerge from the experience with the same mindset if you accomplished a mission successfully. Or at least that was his philosophy.
    And apparently Eric knew how to administer oral sex effectually, because Nicole made a strangled sound and threaded her fingers through his hair.
    Jack couldn’t get out of his clothes fast enough—and he would have sworn he was way past the age when voyeurism appealed to him.
    Wrong. Double wrong .
    Apparently it was different if Nicole was in the equation.
    She moaned, his cock responded, and a light sweat broke out over his skin. Her body glistened as she arched, and her breasts—not too big, not too small, but perfectly formed, in his humble opinion—were highlighted by the dying sunlight coming in the window.
    Jack reached down and stroked his erection, his breath going out. Intellectually, he understood men were possessive of women for myriad reasons, and he was too, but this was somehow…different.
    Way different.
    She started to come. No one knew better the sound of that short cry