Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Protecting New York (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Lainey Reese Page A

her mental capacity to that of a gnat.
    She hadn’t even realized she was straddling him until he abruptly pulled back and held her at arm’s length. The molten stare they shared in that suspended moment probably raised the temperature in the room by twenty degrees.
    “Sweet Christ.”
    She couldn’t have put it better herself, she thought when the moment passed and he helped her settle back into place. His shaft was like a branding iron along the crease of her ass. Shy couldn’t stop the pump and flex of her hips, but to be honest, she didn’t really try.
    A shout from Riley turned Cheyenne’s attention back to the scene and she felt her mouth drop open. They had moved on to the floor mat portion of the show, apparently, because now neither man held a wand and were using their hands on her instead. Riley was a living lightning rod. Everywhere the two striking men moved their hands over her, sparks sizzled and zapped. Cade got down on one knee where his face was level with her navel. The way their chair was angled allowed Cheyenne to see the front of Riley clearly if she craned her neck just a little. It wasn’t until Cade lowered his head and she almost fell off Dude’s lap that she realized she was maybe craning too hard.
    Shy watched with her breath held as the tip of Cade’s tongue got closer and closer to the flesh between Riley’s legs. Closer and she could hear Riley whimper. Closer still and now she heard Riley pleading. Closer, and then it happened. A hazy pink arc flashed right onto her swollen and wet clit. The breath Shy had been holding released on a gust as Riley’s body stiffened and her cries filled the room. God, she was begging now. Seriously begging. To come.
    “Please,” she pleaded in a voice that had gone all sexy and husky, and Shy had a distracted moment to wonder if she herself ever sounded that hot. “Cade! God! Cade, please. Please let me come.”
    Then Trevor picked up what looked like a steel wool pot scrubber and brought it to Riley’s breast. A shower of sparks erupted like a Fourth of July sparkler between it and her dusky nipple. The arch of her back and the primitive sound that emitted from her were a clear and unmistakable signal. Riley was ready. Shy knew it before she saw the men move into action.
    Trevor slammed off the switch to the violet wand while Cade made short quick work of the ties. He left her limbs covered in rope and only bothered himself with the ends that were keeping his sub in place. By the time he finished her legs and was untying her arms, Trevor had her hair free. Then the two men stepped to either side of their wife.
    Though they had stripped their sub bare for the scene, they had only removed their shirts. Even now Cheyenne could see all they did was open their flies before they put on condoms. Then Trevor picked up his wife with her knees hooked over his elbows, and Cheyenne watched, entranced as he lowered her onto his cock.
    It was the most shocking thing Cheyenne had ever seen. Until Cade stepped up behind her and slid into Riley’s ass. His hand looked so dark and strong on the tan globe as he squeezed one supple cheek and lifted it back to allow deeper penetration.
    Every bone and muscle in Cheyenne’s body melted. She felt instantly drunk, so much so that she looked at her glass and was surprised to see she’d hardly touched it.
    Right now, though, the only thing Shy could do was watch. Spellbound. The men were beautiful specimens of the male form. Both over six feet, thick in the shoulders with strong legs and arms. One was sandy haired and had an Indiana Jones kind of charm, while the other had the dark hair and blue eyes that reminded her of Gypsies or dashing pirates. And they stood there, toe to toe with an equally beautiful and naked woman between them.
    They worshiped her with their bodies, mouths and hands. And the sounds! Sweet merciful heavens, the sounds they made were a concerto of sex. The wet slap of Riley’s pussy as Trevor slid