Mighty Men with Weapons (MMM)
[Ménage and More ManLove: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, with M/M, M/M/M/M and M/M/M/F elements, dubious consent, orgy]
They’re killers. Trained to kill those who most agree, deserve to die.
They hunt. But they’re on the trail of those who leave blood wherever they step.
They’re dangerous. They can whirl a knife, slice a throat, fire a gun, and toss a grenade all at one time.
Three men have been called upon for a very special assignment. They’ll come together for one of their most dangerous missions, but as they watch for the enemy, they’re also keeping a keen eye focused on one another.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Hello,” she said. “Are you an American?”
“Yes,” he stated flatly.
Great, just terrific, he thought. The admiral was late, and the woman in heat wanted his attention.
“Are you here on business or—”
“Business,” he growled. “And it’s none of yours.”
She narrowed her gaze and then winked. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that if I were you. Follow me, Donovan Collier. Your car is already outside and another one just like you—fabulous personality and all—is waiting there as well. I’m sure you’ll get along about as well as a mountain lion and a baby calf. For the record, you’re the calf.”
He snarled. “Is that right?”
“From what I can tell, one hundred percent accurate.” She took off at a sprint, well in the lead. He didn’t try to keep her pace. He didn’t chase women or subordinates, period.
Once he hit the heat, he saw a taxi waiting for him. She held the door open and said, “Get in.” Her tone changed drastically. The chick had grown some balls between batting her eyelashes at the newsstand and opening up the cab door, curbside.
He peered inside the car and locked gazes with the other passenger. He’d know a killer anywhere. He’d smelled enough of them. Besides, they all looked the same. They had stone cold faces and hard, empty eyes.
He sat down on the leather seat and tossed his bag behind his neck-rest.
Great, terrific, marvelous.
Donovan once requested a reassignment because of men like the one seated next to him. This time, a granted transfer was out of the question. Warned before he left Honolulu, he knew this job stuck.
The door slammed behind him, and a hard tap against the roof alerted the driver. Within seconds, they traveled away from the airstrip.
“I’m Donovan,” he said, extending his hand.
“Nate,” the other man growled, ignoring the hand offered.
“I was told there were three on this mission,” Donovan said.
Nate turned to face him. “I don’t care if I fly solo or have an army behind me. I’m here to do a job, and I’m one of the best in the business. Now if you want company, that’s all fine and dandy—maybe the admiral made adjustments for your special needs—but I ain’t your guy.”
Donovan studied the man next to him and gave him a good gawking, a real once-over before he looked outside the window. He caught a glimpse of the beach, but the cluster of palm trees along the road prevented an unobstructed view.
Ah hell, he thought, avoiding the temptation to steal another glance at the man seated next to him. Another one just like the last operative he left behind. He could almost feel the guy’s dick swelling against his ass now.
Yeah, it was safe to assume Nate was most definitely his guy. Time would tell, but time always had a way of shining a light in his favor.
Nate sat with his back against the headboard. With splayed legs, he patted his hard-on, and Donovan rolled the condom over him. Colby and Darby slept next to them. Nate and Donovan waited for them to fall into a deep sleep.
Realizing the noise they’d soon make would shake the dead, Nate kissed Colby’s ear and whispered, “I love you.”
No one heard his sentiments, not even Colby, but Nate planned to tell him later. Maybe when time was on their side, he would let him know he’d always loved him and had never stopped searching for him even after their parting of ways.
He returned his focus to Donovan who muttered, “Give me everything you’ve got. Don’t hold back.”
Fingering his bottom with the clear lubricant, Donovan towered over Nate’s cock, and Nate cried out upon first impalement, “Yeah, baby. This is what I need. Your ass is so fucking tight.”
Donovan sat erect, and once Nate discovered the snug fit, he plunged forward, placing his hands on Donovan’s back and humping his ass like he’d never find relief. If he found the end sooner than he might like, he wasn’t sliding out or moving away. Hell no, this kind of sex wasn’t one a man deserted in a hurry.
Reaching around his body, Nate ran his thumbs over Donovan’s pointed nipples. Rolling, rolling, rolling, he made sure he stimulated the man, assurance found when Donovan’s grunts and groans drove him to the brink of an orgasm, a powerful release he didn’t want to experience.
Withdrawing two or three inches, Nate bit out, “Get up.”
Once on his knees, Nate eyed Donovan's ass. He had a round bottom, a tight hole, and a dick Nate would never get tired of seeing. Donovan's cock lured him. Nate reached for him and pumped, hovering over his back as he thrust in between his cheeks once again.
“Come!” Donovan shouted, covering Nate’s hand with his own and taking over, then working for his own hot release.
Beads of sweat poured off of Nate, and he continued fucking. “Hell yeah!” he yelled.
Oh, yes, he was coming. The beginning of the orgasm burned his balls before the river of cum flooded into his shaft and spurted into the rain gear covering his cock. Harder and harder, the jet of his release flowed from his body.
Again, he fell against Donovan’s back when Donovan started humping forward. He took Donovan’s cock in hand and squeezed tight, releasing the agony of pent-up sexual frustration, continuing to fill the condom with his own orgasm while Donovan found the essence of his.
“Shit, Nate!” he screamed, collapsing onto the mattress.
Nate fell with him. His hand locked tightly around Donovan’s sticky penis, the cum gluing his fingers together and the vibrations of the man pulsing under his grip gathering more and more momentum. Nate kept coming.
“God, you feel good,” Nate said, taking a ragged breath.
Donovan flipped over on his back. He reached up, and with the pad of his thumb, rubbed the texture of Nate’s bottom lip.
Nate tried to kiss him then, and Donovan stared at him, a peculiar longing in his eyes, and Nate found recognition. In those unspoken moments, Nate understood what Donovan wanted to say.
Gasping, Nate roughly cupped his neck and pulled him forward. His spent cock rubbed his groin, and the aggravation of a full condom reminded him of time they could carelessly waste if they didn’t take precautions.
Slipping his hand between their bodies, Nate took the kiss he intended to savor. The smell of sex surrounded them, and the sweaty body under him reminded him that yes, in fact, he was and always had been a man’s man. Regardless of what he felt for Karen, he craved a man’s arms around him, a hard body to stroke. Karen had been an exception, possibly a well-manipulated diversion.
His tongue glided across Donovan’s, and he deepened the kiss when Donovan responded by moaning into his mouth, sucking on his tongue, and dueling for control. “Get cleaned up and come back to bed,” he whispered into his mouth.
Nate smiled. “Haven’t had enough?”
“Never enough,” he promised.
Nate slid away from him. Darby stirred when he left the king size bed, and Colby continued to snore. What soldiers they all were. Two were sleeping soundly, and the other two were fucking out their feelings, trying to decipher what they meant to one another.
Standing in the bathroom, Nate studied his reflection in the mirror over the porcelain sink. He gripped the cold stone and looked closer. Sure enough, he thought, he saw the changes.
Nate looked into the eyes of a man who never knew how to love, but now loved. He recognized the wrinkles across his forehead, though far too premature, and yet the lines of a rougher time creasing over his brow only made him thankful for what he now enjoyed.
Donovan slipped into the bathroom, and Nate glanced up at the reflection behind him. With his cock in hand, Donovan gripped the base. The hard round tip pressed through the clear condom, and the shape alone lured him.
Nate reached for him. He took Donovan's cock in hand and pulled back and forth, working him almost with as much aggression as he used when he wanted him to come. Heavy lids shielded his eyes then, and Donovan said, “I want to love you, Nate. God help me, I want to love you.”
Nate gripped the sink and dropped his head, arching his back and rolling his hips forward and back in preparation. He closed his eyes and said, “Then, love me. Do it now because we have no guarantees of what we face tomorrow.”