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  “I do, but right now I have orders to follow.”

  She could feel his lips curve up in a smile.

  “That you do, Sergeant,” she said.

  He pushed her onto her stomach on the edge of the bed, putting her ass on display for him, and she let loose a gasp. She looked over her shoulder and found his eyes locked on her ass as he massaged her plump globes.

  Her pussy grew slick with need at the hunger that was apparent on his face. A growl released from him, and he landed a sound smack to her right ass cheek. Her body jerked, and the sting that followed had her core clenching. She bit her lip, and he rubbed the area with his hand, soothing the skin.

  “If you really like this thing, you better tell me how to get you out of it, or I’m ripping it off,” he warned.

  She chuckled, knowing she’d spent too much money on it, and with his reaction to it, she would keep it and definitely wear it again. She quickly disrobed, but he wouldn’t allow her to move from her position.

  “Stay just how you are,” he whispered in her ear, bending over her.

  His lips burned a trail along her shoulder blades and down the curve of her back. He spread her legs wide, making his way to her ass. He nipped the cheeks of her ass, and she giggled.

  Her smile disappeared when he spread her cheeks and trailed his tongue around her forbidden hole. She bit down on the comforter and cried out. He continued his exploration of her ass with his tongue and teeth. Her nipples, hard as diamonds, pressed against the bed, and she angled herself to ensure he could reach every facet of her that he wanted. His tongue continued farther down, dipping into her dripping pussy.

  She dug her nails into the bed as he licked her clean and trailed her moisture back up to her puckered entrance.

  “Marcas,” she cried out, her body shaking from his assault.

  He continued his actions, drawing her wetness to her dark hole.

  She grew excited, knowing he was preparing her for him. She glanced over her shoulder to see him stand and untie his pants. Their eyes locked, his pants sliding to the floor, allowing his cock to spring free. His magnificent member stood erect from his body. She licked her lips at the sight of his thick cock that she knew was about to bring her much pleasure.

  “Turn back around,” he ordered, landing another smack to her ass cheek.

  She gasped, moisture seeping from between her folds from the sting left by his hand. She was aroused beyond belief. She turned her head away and dug her fingers into the comforter again.

  The blunt tip of his cock pushed on her labia. He rubbed himself against her pussy, gathering her lubrication on the head of his cock. He slowly thrust his thick member inside her slick pussy. Her juices coated him, allowing him to slide deep within her. They both released a groan, her walls gripping him tight. He pulled back and this time drove in deeper, hitting the entrance to her womb with his cock tip. She rocked her hips to meet each of his thrusts. His hands came around her and gripped her breasts, holding her in place, his motions increasing. Each thrust felt deeper, and the angle of her body allowed him to go deep.

  So deep.

  She cried out as she jutted her hips back toward him, needing him. His cock stretched her to the point of a fullness she never wanted to go away.

  He withdrew from her, and she cried out. The sounds of their labored breathing filled the air.

  “Sarena,” he murmured her name, his fingers replacing his cock.

  With her face buried in the covers, her response was muffled. Her attention was on the sensation of his fingers dipping within her and drawing her slickness toward her dark hole.

  “Marcas,” she moaned, releasing the blanket from her mouth.

  His cock brushed against her pussy, this time sliding right home. He held still, and she was tempted to turn and curse him to get him to move again.

  “I want my cock here,” he ground out, pushing a single finger into her tight hole. She cried out from the feel of her forbidden entrance being stretched while his cock stayed buried in her pussy. “Can I take you here?”

  His finger lodged as far as it would go, and he twisted it around. It was a feeling she had yet to experience before. No other lover had been worthy enough to get that kind of action with her.

  With Marcas, she was willing to try anything. She glanced over her shoulder and met his waiting eyes. Her heart raced, and her breaths were coming fast as she gazed into his intense eyes.

  Yes, he could have her any way he wanted her.

  “God, yes. Marcas. Please.”

  He withdrew his finger from her, and she turned her head back and bit her lip while she waited. She was close to climaxing. Her body was strung tight from the sensations he wrung out of her.

  The blunt tip of his cock pressed against her dark hole. She held her breath, and he eased forward, slowly introducing inch by inch of him into her. His large girth fit snug inside her, giving her a new fullness she’d never experienced before.

  She loved it. Every part of it.

  “Oh God,” she cried, her dark entrance stretching farther than it had ever been. The slight burn felt so good, she closed her eyes and gripped the covers tight in her fist, Mac settled balls deep in her.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, covering her back with his body.

  She nodded, unable to answer. She knew he was taking it slow and remaining still to give her a moment to adjust to the invasion. His hands came up around her and gripped her breasts again, as if to anchor himself to her. He pulled back and thrust again, this time hard, and she cried out in ecstasy.

  “Yes!”

  He repeated his motion over and over. She cried out again, loving the feel of him taking her in the ass. She thrust back, meeting him as he gripped her tight to him.

  He quickened his thrusts, and she chanted his name over and over. Marcas MacArthur was consuming her. She would get what she asked for. She’d practically ordered him to fuck her hard, and that was exactly what he was doing.

  His hand slid down her abdomen and dove between her folds, finding her swollen clit. He drew her slickness to her tiny bundle of nerves and strummed her sensitive flesh. That was all she needed to tip her over.

  “Marcas!” she screamed, her orgasm slamming into her.

  He released a grunt. Her body shook with the waves of her release flooding her. He roared behind her and emptied himself into her.

  Mac pulled Sarena close to him as he shifted in the bed. Her delicious nakedness was pressed to his side, and he didn’t want it any other way. He opened his eyes and glanced down at her, finding a small smile on her lips. She snuggled closer to him, and he adjusted the blanket over them to ensure she was comfortable. He leaned back against the pillows, thinking of the way she had strode in the house and basically laid down the law.

  He chuckled with the thought of her feistiness. His cock jumped with the memory of her standing in her barely there lingerie, and he knew he couldn’t wake her. They’d made love for hours, and she had just gone to sleep about fifty minutes ago.

  He’d let her rest for now, but in the morning, he couldn’t promise he’d be able to keep his hands, tongue, or cock away from her.

  His eyes closed but flew back open at the sound of the ringing of a phone. He groaned, thinking it couldn’t be a worse time to receive a call. He glanced over at the clock on his nightstand and found it to be a little after four in the morning. He reached over and grabbed his phone, but his was silent.

  Her phone was ringing.

  “Sarena,” he murmured, rubbing his hand along her back and settling it on her ass. What an ass it was. He grinned at everything he’d done to her perfectly plump rear. He felt the shiver that passed through her body. “Baby. Wake up. Your phone is ringing.”

  Her eyes opened and were clouded with sleep. He was learning fast that she was a hard sleeper. He shook his head. Her confused eyes turned to him.

  “Sarena. Your phone.”

  “At this time? Oh God!”

  She scrambled to b
reak free from the blankets and turned on her side to grab her phone. She swiped the screen, but he caught the words ‘blocked’ on the screen before she placed it to her ear. “Hello.”

  He knew it was none of his business who was calling and he couldn’t help but notice a slight twinge of an emotion he’d never experienced before rear its head in his chest.

  Was this jealousy?

  He caught the sound of a deep voice coming through the phone, and his curiosity was piqued.

  “Harden?” she exclaimed, sitting up. A wide grin spread across her face as she relaxed against the pillows.

  Her infamous brother.

  He laid back, too, and tossed his arm across his face to give her some privacy. After her announcement that she did have a sibling, Mac had gone back to the service he’d employed to run checks and informed them of their mishap. This was the first mistake he’d been aware of them making and demanded they find out about Harden Rucker. But of course, being a civilian company, they weren’t privileged to the more sensitive information of members of the armed forces that didn’t want to be found. So he’d had to call in a favor with his contacts he still had with the Navy to find out about Sarena’s brother and should be hearing from them any day.

  “I’m good. I miss you,” she said, shifting on the pillows.

  He tried to act like he wasn’t listening to her side of the conversation but he couldn’t help but be all ears.

  “Have you called Mom and Dad yet to check in?”

  Why would Harden erase himself from anything that would pull up for family? Something like this meant her brother was deep and didn’t want any traces of family tied to him.

  “What do you mean ‘where am I’?” she asked.

  His muscles tensed, he waited for her to answer.

  “Oh, you called my house? Well, no, I’m not home…I know what time it is here. I can tell time just fine.”

  He could hear the deep voice growing louder, and Mac turned over so he could openly look at her. Her eyes met his as he tugged the blanket down from her breasts. It should be against the law to cover up something as magnificent as them. Her whole damn body should never be clothed. He had made sure he’d taken the time to taste every single part of her body, from her lips on down to her tiny toes.

  He figured he’d have fun while she was on the phone with her brother and tweaked a nipple.

  “It’s none of your business, big brother,” she scoffed and rolled her eyes, holding the phone away from her ear.

  Harden Rucker wanted to know where his sister was? Mac would help him figure out quick and make him regret calling Sarena at this time of night.

  Mac knew that the Navy SEAL was probably in some undisclosed country on a later time zone, trying to touch base with family. Mac had plenty of memories of apologizing for waking his parents when he’d call to check in.

  “Well, if you must know, I’m over at my neighbor’s house,” she breathed.

  He licked her perky nipple. Her eyes grew wide, and she tried to push him away.

  “Are you crazy?” she mouthed to him, batting him away again.

  Her eyes widened even farther as he reached for her again. He chuckled, loving this game. He moved closer to her but stopped when her body stiffened.

  “Marcas MacArthur did what?” she shrieked and scooted over to put distance between them.

  Her eyes narrowed on him. He swore under his breath, realizing Harden must have found out he was enquiring about him.

  “I’m here with him now,” she said.

  “Sarena, I can explain,” he murmured, but she cut him off with a finger in the air.

  “Of course I’m safe, Harden,” she assured.

  She glared at him, eyes still narrowed. He met her gaze, not ashamed at looking into her or her brother. As a SEAL, her brother would understand.

  “So you ran a check on him, too, huh? Navy SEAL. Uh-huh. I know. I’m certain. Okay. I love you, too. Be safe and call me as soon as you can.”

  Mac stared into her hazel eyes and knew he may have some groveling to do. This was unfamiliar territory for him, and he quickly wondered if it was going to be worth it. She tossed the phone to the nightstand and turned to him. The sight of her brown areolas captivated him, and he knew the answer.

  She was worth it.

  Chapter 11

  Sarena looked up from her computer and found Ronnie standing in the doorway of her office. For the last few hours she had been working on auditing patient’s charts. It was one of the parts of the job she detested, but her boss assured her it was not something they could stop.

  She just couldn’t believe that Marcas had run a background check on her—yet she could. What had left her speechless was that he’d looked into her brother, and her brother, in turn, had checked him out. It was just too much to handle. It was like two alpha males sizing each other up without even meeting. She’d been ecstatic to hear from her brother with him being deployed, but for him to fall into this game with Marcas just left her shaking her head.

  “Hey, Ronnie, what’s up?” She motioned her friend into her office and let loose a sigh as she ran a hand through her hair.

  “Just checking in on you,” she replied, plopping down in the chair in front of Sarena’s desk. “So what is going on with you and the neighbor? One minute I’m sending you off over to his house like a hooker going to be with her first john, and the next, I don’t hear from you.”

  “Ronnie!” Sarena rolled her eyes.

  “Okay, maybe not a hooker. But you were smoking hot,” Ronnie muttered, shrugging. “So what gives? I send you over there and I was expecting a full report the next morning—excuse me—afternoon.”

  Sarena thought of her second night with Marcas. It had begun as a wonderful evening of insane chemistry and setting fire to the sheets of Marcas’s bed. A smile appeared on her lips with the thoughts of the things they’d done. She’d done things with Marcas she’d never even desired until now. It had been a magical night until Harden interrupted their time together.

  She truly loved her brother. She did, but his timing couldn’t have been worse.

  “Well, without giving away all the sexy details, let’s just say the outfit worked,” she began, a grin spreading across her face.

  Ronnie danced in her chair, her squeal of delight cutting Sarena off. “I knew it! So, did he peel it off with his teeth?” Her friend sat forward with wide eyes, waiting for Sarena to respond.

  “I’m not going to divulge the details of my wicked night with the SWAT sergeant.” She laughed, teasing. “At least, not here at work, my friend.”

  “Well, at least tell me he has a buddy.” Ronnie pouted, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

  “Well, actually, he does,” she murmured, thinking of Declan, the man she’d had the pleasure of meeting after he had been shot.

  “And you’re just now saying something?” A playful, hurt expression appeared on Ronnie’s face, and Sarena chuckled.

  “He’s pretty hot, too, in an intense, macho-alpha kind of way,” Sarena teased again.

  “I don’t think our friendship is as tight as it used to be.” Ronnie shook a finger at Sarena, who giggled even more. “Nope. We need to reevaluate this relationship.”

  “When the opportunity comes up, I will introduce you to Declan,” she promised, wiping her tears from her face. Her promise seemed to calm Ronnie down. “I wouldn’t want you to break up with me after all these years.”

  “I’m going to hold you to it, too, dammit.” Ronnie smiled, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Best friend code. Ensure your bestie meets hot guy’s hot friend.”

  “Are you on your lunch?” She changed the subject. She was starting to feel slight hunger pains and glanced down at her watch. It was getting late, and she figured she should grab a bite to eat.

  “Nope. I was going to go get coffee and figured I’d walk up here and see if you wanted to go down to the coffee shop with me.”

  “That sounds wonderful,” she breat
hed, sitting back from her desk. She could use a little caffeinated boost to get through the rest of her shift. She’d grab something to eat while she grabbed coffee. “Let’s go now, before change of shift. I’m short a nurse and will have to pick up an assignment for the last four hours.”

  They walked out of her office. She called out to one of her nurses and let her know she was running down for coffee.

  “Hey, Sarena! Someone’s out in the front waiting room asking for you,” Liza hollered from the front of the department.

  Sarena glanced over at the doors that led to the waiting area of emergency.

  “Well, who the hell could that be?” she muttered. “Give me a second, Ronnie.”

  “Go ahead. I’ll be over at the nurses’ station.” Ronnie waved to one of the nurses as she made her way over there.

  Sarena headed toward the double doors that Liza had just disappeared through. Liza was one of the receptionists who worked the front desk where patients checked in on arrival to the hospital.

  She pushed through the double doors and walked through the short maze that led to the waiting area. Liza was seated at her desk behind the glass window, typing on her computer.

  “Did they say what they want?” Sarena asked, coming to stand next to Liza. It was probably a disgruntled patient or family member needing to speak to the manager on duty.

  Liza let loose a deep sigh and braced her head on her hand as she pointed out into the waiting room.

  “It’s the sexy cop over there,” she murmured. “He could lock me up any day.”

  Sarena’s gaze flew to the corner of the empty waiting room where a tall, muscular figure stood staring out the window.

  Marcas.

  He was decked out in his black tactical uniform. He was everything that any woman who fantasized about a sexy police officer would be.

  Utility belt with handcuffs.

  Gun in the holster.

  She let loose a sigh and agreed with Liza.

  He could lock her up anytime he wanted.

  He turned as if feeling eyes on him and met her gaze through the safety glass of the reception window. Her mouth grew dry at his heated look.