Free Triple Dare by Regina Kyle Page A

Her fists closed around the metal bars.
    “Something like that.” He reached over her to grab one of the condoms she’d deposited on the nightstand, ripped open the packet and rolled it on.
    “I’m at your mercy.” She flashed him a saucy smile and arched her back, thrusting her breasts up and inviting him to touch, taste and enjoy. “What now?”
    “Now,” he whispered against her lips, his breath mingling with hers, “we both get off.”
    Cade closed the slight distance between their mouths, and for the next few minutes there wasn’t a lot of talking with the exception of a few “pleases,” “mores” and “oh, Gods.” She writhed under him, her lush softness rubbing against his impossibly hard cock. Christ, it felt like he could pound nails. Fortunately, he had a much more pleasant alternative in mind, one Ivy’s frustrated movements said she was totally on board with.
    He pried his mouth from hers. “Can’t wait.”
    “Don’t want you to.” She tightened her grip on the headboard and spread her legs.
    She was hot and wet and he was in her so fast he had to grit his teeth and run through the alarm codes to stop himself from coming immediately. Ten-one: call quarters. Ten-two: return to quarters. Ten-three: call dispatch...
    “Cade,” she moaned, snapping him out of his mental catalog.
    “Say it again,” he growled on another thrust.
    “What?” She looked up at him, her eyes flaring, the pupils dark and shining.
    “My name.” He plunged into her again, slower, deeper, and he felt her muscles flutter and clench around him, sucking him in even further, holding him tighter. “I like how you say it when I’m inside you.”
    “Cade.” She knotted her legs around his back, rolling her hips to meet each slick, steady stroke. “Please. I’m going to come.”
    “Do it.” He pressed his lips to the sleek column of her neck, planting openmouthed kisses from her jaw to the cleft between her breasts. She tasted like she smelled, sweet and sunny. For a brief, terrifying moment he wondered if he’d ever get enough of her.
    She shook her head, scattering her wild curls. “Not alone.”
    “You won’t.” He swiped a nipple with his tongue. Yep. Still sweet. Still sunny. Still not enough. “This time we go together.”
    “Need to touch you.” She rattled the headboard, pleading with passion-filled eyes for him to give her permission to free her hands.
    “Hell, yes,” he hissed, sending a puff of air over her damp nipple. It sprang to attention, and he took it between his teeth, flicking it hard and fast with his tongue.
    She released her grip on the bars and circled his neck, her nails digging into his shoulders, pressing him to her chest. “So good.”
    “Right there.”
    “Like that.”
    “I’ve got you.” He raised himself up from his elbows to his palms, the muscles of his arms and back straining as he continued to move within her. “Let go.”
    “You, too.” Ivy’s voice came out on a tremble.
    “God, yes.” His was equally shaky.
    As if his admission was a trigger, her body went taught, arcing beneath him as she cried out his name. He followed her into sweet oblivion, his release overwhelming him, rushing through him with the power of a back draft.
    Ivy squeezed him tighter, her arms and legs holding him in a vise grip as he erupted. When he was finally spent, he rolled to his back, wrapping his arms around her and taking her with him.
    He lay there in stunned silence, unable to speak, not knowing what to say if he could. The enormity of it came at him with the same force as his orgasm.
    He’d just had the most raw, intense, soul-melting sex of his life.
    With his best friend’s sister.
    And that fact left him with one burning question.
    What now?
    “Ivy.”
    Cade whispered her name again and shook her shoulder, but his efforts were met with silence. She nestled into him, her eyes closed, the curve of her red-brown lashes resting against her pale cheeks, her breathing deep