Hard Charger (Flash Bang #2)

Cam slammed home again and again until he groaned long and loud, and she had no words to offer them, only the sounds of her pleasure and a jerky nod.

As the hot ropes of semen landed on her chest, the heel of Cam’s other hand pressed hard on her clit, and another orgasm followed the first.

Swamped with sensation, Lia’s elbows collapsed, but Travis’s quick hands caught and held her up.

For several moments, none of them moved.

And then finally, Cam slid out and they both rolled her to her back.

His eyes clouded with lust, he lowered his lips to hers and pressed the softest, sweetest kiss to them. Travis followed suit as soon as Cam moved.

Silently, they cleaned her up and covered her with a blanket.

Her eyes fluttered closed as they told her once more to sleep.





Lia snuck into her cabin as the sun rose. Erica—who normally slept like the dead—shot wide awake.

“You’re doing the Castle Creek Walk of Shame,” she said, the words seeming so much louder in the previous silence of the cabin.

“Shhh … Jesus. If I wanted the whole ranch to know, I’d just go sound off the alarm.”

Erica smiled and rolled over onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow. “Sorry. I’m just … I’m so excited for you!” She clapped both of her hands together—awkwardly, given her position. “So, tell me everything.”

Sudden shyness filled Lia. She’d never been one to kiss and tell, but this was Erica, the girl who’d patiently helped coax her back into the world of the living.

“Ummm … stuff happened.”

Erica’s eyes bored into her. “No shit. You just spent the night curled up between two hot-ass Marines, so of course stuff happened, sweetheart. I need more details than that.”

The endearment—the one Cam had always used—sent her memory spinning to what had happened as the early morning sky had turned from black to gray.

She’d had sex with two guys.

Holy shit.

And then she’d freaked the fuck out because when she’d opened her eyes, reality had come crashing in. One question cycled through her brain on repeat: If I lose either of them, will I lose myself to the darkness again? They were her light, and she was terrified that by throwing herself into this headfirst, she might have screwed everything up. She was pretty sure she was in love with them—not because she’d slept with them, but because … she’d finally let go of the tight grip she’d held on her emotions when she’d climbed into their bed—and now the fear slithered its way inside.

Even with her rioting thoughts, Erica’s pout was actually quite endearing. “Why the hell are you back here already? Shouldn’t you still be in bed doing stuff?”

Should she still be in bed? Well, probably. But part of the reason she’d left had been because she was trying to avoid this particular conversation.

She shrugged, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to share a little. “They … they were amazing. Patient, sexy, and it was … mind-blowing.” So why aren’t I still in bed? she asked herself silently.

Erica lifted her hand to wipe a little imaginary drool off her lips. “Please, please, please tell me more. My sister keeps everything locked down tight, but you’ve got to tell me how it is. I mean, two sexy as hell guys?”

A smile tugged at the corners of Lia’s mouth. “If you’re so curious, why don’t you try it yourself?”

Erica sighed. “You think I haven’t tried? I swear, some of these guys are so damn stubborn they put even me to shame. That still doesn’t explain why you’re here instead of with them.”

Lia considered for a moment before answering. “Because I’m terrified that taking this step was a huge mistake. What if it doesn’t work? I could lose them both now.”

Erica reached out and gripped Lia’s hand before settling back on her bed. “Oh, hon. Don’t lose faith. You’re finally going after what you want. You’ve got to trust in yourself—and them. I know I’m just sitting on the sidelines, but that also gives me a little more of an objective view.” She paused, pulling a pillow into her lap. “Those two watch every move you make. Not in a creepy way, but in a protective, possessive, longing way. They’ve been waiting for a sign from you, and you’ve just given them one in flashing neon lights. You’re not the only one who put it all on the line here, and they stand to lose the ultimate prize—you—if it doesn’t work out. With that kind of motivation, you better believe that they’re going to do whatever it takes to smooth out any bumps in the road.”

When Erica put it like that, a layer of the fear slid away.

“Thank you. For listening.”

Erica flashed a brilliant smile. “Anytime, babe. Now, if you’re not going to give me the dirty details, I’m going back to bed for a little while before I have to be up to help Allison with the laundry. Fucking hate laundry day.”

Lia thought about stripping off her jeans and climbing into her own bed, but it didn’t look nearly as inviting as the one she’d just left. Instead, she decided that she probably needed to hit the bathhouse for a shower.