Page 125 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“You guys are unbelievable.”

“You didn’t think we would let an angel like you slip out of our lives, did you?”

“Terrible flirts. The both of you. You both know you need your meds, yet you want to put conditions on that fact?”

Kane arched a brow. lazily. Wickedly. “If it means you’ll say yes…” he shared a quick look with his friend. “...then hell yes.”

“You’re both at least three weeks away from being well enough to be back on duty. There’s no way your CO will give you leave to take a girl out on a date. But tell you what. You make it to the Support Our Troops Race Fundraiser taking place in three weeks and you keep up with me, then afterward I might let both of you buy me dinner. Maybe. But only if you take all your meds now.”

That gave them both pause.

“If you can’t work, you don’t get to play, Rangers,” I countered the retort perched on the end of Hawk’s tongue before he had a chance to counter my ultimatum. I knew I was right. Besides, dating either of them was a bad idea. Let alone both.

“Baby, there isn’t anything in this body that’s so worn down I couldn’t satisfy you and then do it all over again.”

“Make that true for both of us.”

I chuckled when they gave each other a quick fist bump.

Men. I nearly rolled my eyes.

I tried not to let my gaze dip to his toned body.

“I think you have yourself a deal.” Hawk stretched out a hand, and I slipped mine into his like the fool that I am, sealing our deal.

What did I just do?

With both my hands in theirs, Hawk swung his legs over the side of the bed. Bare calves brushed mine. I tried to step back but he caught me with a hand collared around my neck, drawing me in. The slight brush of his lips over mine made me weak in the knees. My heart in my throat, I began to breathe heavily.

Oh, god, why did that make me wetter?

My breath caught. Damn if my libido wasn’t running a marathon already.

“But be ready for the night of your life.”

I met Hawk’s gaze and then looked away. I drew back a step, slipping from Hawk’s touch and shot a sideways glance at Kane. He was staring at me with the exact same intensity as Hawk.

There was only one thought pulsing through my mind at this point.

Could I keep up with men like them and if I did, could I keep them?

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Kane

“Is it bad that I want to kiss her until we both can’t breathe and then grab that tight little ass of hers and yank her down on my cock?”

I might be sick as a dog but I could still sport a huge set of blue balls. The need inside me had been huge since the moment I’d hit the States. Coming home meant sweet, sumptuous women to enjoy.

And share.

Nothing was as hot as claiming a woman, her face taut with pleasure from both of her lovers pleasuring her.

“I swear it right now, mark my words man, she’s the one.” I don’t say shit like that. Ever. Most times I hear talk of forever, white fences and minivans and I break out in hives. But Nurse Jesse Jordan had my balls on a silver platter and she doesn’t even know it yet. Seeing her round with our baby and a two-story house near the base with a pretty lawn we could spread her out on and make her crazy wild with pleasure...fuck yeah. That would take a tall fence around the yard and I’d build it with my bare hands if it meant having sweet Jesse as ours.

I swung an arm over my face and groaned. Fuck I had it bad.

“Me, too man. me too,” Hawk added, throwing his wadded paper cup at me. Growing up we were always tight. We went through a lot of shit together—bad families, wrong side of the tracks crap, and now the life of an Army Ranger. We both knew we had to be better than our fathers. Mission accomplished there. Both of our dads were deadbeat drunks leaving our mothers to raise us. It’s how we became such good friends. Shared pain made one helluva bond between us. One so deep I swore daily we had a mind link like some paranormal magic hoodoo shit.

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