Free Triple Dare by Lexxie Couper

in his chair, his voice tight. “When you decide to go for it, you don’t hold back.”
    Joseph raised his head a fraction, gave his best mate a direct look and then returned his gaze to Anna. “Come on,” he said on a low whisper. “I dare you.”

    Anna’s pulse didn’t just pound in her neck, it hammered. I dare you. She licked her lips, her pussy already squeezing in damp anticipation.
    I dare you.
    There was so much in those three words: a challenge of sexual contact beyond any she’d experienced before. A challenge to release herself to the fantasy she’d harbored the moment she’d set eyes on the two Australians. A challenge to deny the apprehension of their earlier threesome. But there was more, so much more in his eyes. In his eyes, those cookie-brown eyes she’d been drawn to from the start, she saw his desire. Not just sexual, but emotional. It made no sense. They hardly knew each other, but this man, with his sexy-as-sin accent, his caring eyes and warm wit, made her just plain gooey inside in the most wonderful way imaginable.
    Her heart leapt faster and her mouth went dry.
    Love at first sight? Who would have thought you were a romantic, Ranger McCarthy?
    She tilted her face up to Joseph’s, letting a slow smile curl her lips. “I accept your dare, Joseph Hudson.”
    “God, you have no idea how much I wanted to hear you say that,” Rob murmured, his breath warm on her neck. He ran his hands over her hips, up the flat plane of her belly, the curve of her ribcage, until his fingers found her breasts. Her sex pooled with liquid pleasure and she swayed toward Joseph, eager for him to join in.
    “Anna?” A male voice crackled from Anna’s backpack. “This is Bartowski. What’s your situation with the Australians? Over.”
    “Fuck,” Rob swore.
    Anna’s pulse rate tripled. “It’s Wolf Creek base.” She placed her palm on Joseph’s chest and gave him an apologetic look, the moisture between her legs growing at the impatient gleam of hunger in his eyes. “I better let them know what’s going on.”
    Rob laughed, sliding one hand down her stomach to delve his fingers into the junction of her thighs. “You think they might want to join?”
    She twisted in his embrace and punched her fist against his shoulder in a soft rebuke. “You wish.”
    Disengaging herself, she hurried over to her backpack, withdrew her handheld transceiver and rammed her thumb against the PTT button. “This is Anna. I’ve located the Australians and have escorted them to number four cabin. We’ll be staying put tonight. Will report back at—” she shot her watch a quick glance, “—twenty-two hundred. Over.”
    She released the press-to-talk button, the feel of Joseph’s and Rob’s impatient, hungry gazes roaming over her back almost making her squirm.
    “You sure?” Bartowski asked, his uncertainty scratched with static. “If I send out the chopper now, Hal can get to you in under an hour. Over.”
    “Negative,” Anna almost snapped, aware her own voice sounded curt. “Too risky. The winds kicking the mountain’s ass up here. I’ve got it under control anyway. The heater’s fired up, the Australians are safe and they very thoughtfully packed sandwiches before getting their asses lost. Over.”
    “If you say so. Over.” Bartowski sounded hesitant. What she was suggesting wasn’t protocol, but she was also the boss. He knew better than to question her too much.
    She flattened the press-to-talk button. “I do,” she said into the microphone. “Don’t worry about me. They’re Australian city boys with more money than sense. I’m making them regret their stupidity, trust me. Over.”
    Rob burst out laughing behind her as she released the PTT button and swung about to fix him with a steady gaze. Her heart began to thump harder. “Now,” she said, tossing her walkie-talkie onto the crumbled top of her backpack, “where were we?”
    Joseph crossed the cabin floor in three strides and scooped her