Satisfying three virile Navy SEALs would be exhausting for most girls. But I’m not most girls. I love it when my ass is sore from the sexy bruises those big, strong men inflict while they’re pounding away at my pussy. I like the way my pussy constantly feels—swollen, hot, sticky. All they have to do is walk into a room and my nipples spike, my clit hardens, and my vagina goes molten, because I know they can’t resist me. Not for a second. They’re high-drive, high T guys, competitive as hell, and I’m the one who reaps the rewards when they’re ready to blow off a little steam.

I’m Sara. I belong to Hunter. Our relationship is a little complicated. He’s my stepbrother and he loves me, although he has a hard time telling me that. When he comes home from a mission, he needs certain things only I can give him.

Often, when he returns from a particularly harrowing deployment, he’s in a dark place, but I’ve learned how to bring him back—by pushing his buttons. By fucking his band of brothers. He gets jealous as hell, but he likes to watch. And I love how crazy it makes him. Because when I’m done with them, it’s our time. I may stink of their sweat and come, but it only incites the sexiest violence inside Hunter. When he’s “dark”, he needs to blow hot and hard. Needs to be cruel before he can be kind. And he knows I like it when he lets loose. He knows I can take it.

I’m the only girl for him, but I’m not sure he knows that. Not yet. But he will…

My headset beeped and I tapped it. The automated operator said, “Andrew. Return customer. Wants sexy co-ed phone sex.”

A tone sounded, and I took a deep breath. “Hi, daddy. I missed you,” I whispered in a kittenish voice. Andrew liked to be called daddy. He liked to think he was the one leading me through our playtime.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, his tone slightly growly today.

I’d taken a month off of work due to the fact Hunter and his friends had returned stateside, and frankly, I didn’t have any sexy left to share with clients. Plus, Hunter thought I’d quit my job, and taking calls while he was constantly underfoot would have proven tricky. Not that the idea didn’t excite me. I had imagined a hundred scenarios where I talked dirty to my boys with a Bluetooth hidden by my hair—me satisfying a client while I simultaneously got my boys off. A win-win as far as I was concerned, but how the hell to convince Hunter it wasn’t cheating? Well, that was the only fly in my ointment. That, and the clunky headset the company had provided me wasn’t something I could conceal.

“Demi, did you miss me?” Andrew asked, his voice a little sharper.

Demi Dix was my “play” name. I’d drifted. Something that couldn’t happen or daddy might hang up before my four minute lock-in. If the call was too short, I wouldn’t be paid, and I needed a big fat paycheck. “Of course, I missed you, daddy,” I murmured, softening my voice and easing it up a half octave to sound a little younger. “I haven’t had any fun.” He was silent for a moment, and I began to worry that my best client might be considering dumping me.

“Well, we have some catching up to do. That Mariska who filled in for you wasn’t quite right for me.”

There was a little hint of whine in his voice. Something I hadn’t heard before. I liked talking to Andrew. Most times, he had a sexy voice, and I imagined he was cute and in his thirties. That maybe he was a white collar guy who worked so many hours he had a hard time finding just the right girl. With me, he had the perfect little playmate. A phone call away. “I’m sorry she didn’t do it for you, but…” I drew a deep breath and leaned back against my pillows, fingering a nipple. “I’ve been saving it all for you, daddy, and I need to come. Real bad.”

And so began our session. By the time I heard the slick, percussive sounds of his hand jerking his cock, my own pussy was soaked. “Please, daddy,” I said, slapping my folds so he could hear the wet sounds I made. “Please, let me come.”

“Now, baby. Do it now,” he said, his voice tightening. I could imagine his face screwing into a tight frown as he finished himself.

For my part, I imagined Hunter, kneeling between my legs, watching as I frigged my clit. He’d been the one to teach me how. He still liked watching and tweaking my performance. “Wet your fingertips again,” he’d say. “Stop swirling. Tap it now.”

Lord, I missed him. He, Payton, and Marco had gone somewhere secret for some special training. Andrew filled a void, but only for the length of a call.
After he hung up, I lay there, trying to work my clit, but it wasn’t any use. Masturbating wasn’t what I wanted.

The phone beeped. I sighed. I wasn’t ready to take another call. Especially if it was some perv who wanted me to make gagging sounds like I was swallowing his “giant” cock. Only there was no beep and automated voice.

“Sara?”

I knew that voice. Forgotten was my hot pussy. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and sat. “Harley?”

“Yes, babe. How the hell are you, sweet thing?”

Harley was one of Hunter’s SEAL buddies and had always flirted with me shamelessly. His way of getting on Hunter’s every last nerve, but he’d never crossed a line. Never touched me. And he’d been injured before Hunter had invited his closest buddies, Marco and Payton, to fuck me. Harley had no clue what he was missing, and the thought made me sad. “How’s rehab?” I asked, fingering a lock of my blonde hair.

I heard him sigh, and the sound tore at my heart. Before, the only sigh Harley would ever give was one he feigned whenever he walked into Hunter’s apartment and spied me. He’d place his hand over his heart and look at me with his big brown, puppy dog eyes and declare there wasn’t another girl for him. And what a damn shame it was that Hunter had found me first.

“So, tell me about it,” I said softly.

“Don’t want to. It’s hard. I feel fucking useless.”

His voice was tight. It being late afternoon, I knew he’d probably just left therapy and was back in his room, all alone. And I knew he’d called me because he wanted a woman’s voice in his ear. Someone not telling him what to do to heal himself. I knew what he really needed, but without Hunter being here, I couldn’t offer it. Not directly anyway.

I bit my lip. “Okay, so you don’t want to tell me about your problems. Want me to tell you about mine?”

His chuckle was warm and really turned me on, because I could imagine just how he looked. Harley had the best smile. Full lips stretched wide. A slight gap between his two front teeth. I’d always wanted to know what it would feel like to have him suck my nipple with those teeth.

“Pretty girl, what problems could you have?”

I grunted. “Well, I lied to Hunter. Think he’ll be mad?”

He whistled softly. “Bet he will, but everyone knows you love how he settles up.”

My lips twitched. “Well…I lied twice.”

“Ouch. Want to tell me what you lied about so I can gauge just how bad it’s gonna be?”

I smiled, satisfied I’d hooked him. “Sure you have time?”

“Baby, I got all night.”

I listened to the sounds of him settling against his bunk—the springs of his bed squeaking, his sheets sliding. I liked picturing how he’d look. Nude after his shower. His long, husky body and good leg stretched. I shied away from thinking about the stumps where his left leg and hand had been. Picturing it was too painful. “So, remember I had a job at a doctor’s office…?”

I told him about the perv doctor who’d hit on me, and how I’d quit. “That’s the first lie, by the way. I never told Hunter why I quit.”

“Can’t imagine why,” he murmured.

I laughed. We both knew Hunter would have landed in jail for assault after he’d had a little conversation with Dr. Perez. “Yeah, and you can’t tell him. But that’s what led me to my next job. I found this listing in the paper for phone actresses—”

A bark of laughter sounded in my ear. “No,” he said, still laughing. “You are not a phone whore.”

“I’m a phone sex operator,” I said, my voice prim.

“Whatever.” His laughter faded into chuckles. “Bet that didn’t last long.”

“Yeah, well, Hunter walked in while I was talking with a client and nearly had a coronary. He insisted I quit.”

“As he should have.”

I cleared my throat.

There was a long silence, and then Harley started chuckling again. “You didn’t, did you?”

I rolled my eyes. “Well…I took a long break. My supervisor likes me. Says I give great aural sex.”

“Jesus, fucking hell,” he said, his voice gruff.