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SEALed with a Kiss
Military Reverse Harem Romance
Kai Lesy
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Snow and the Seven Protectors (Preview)
Description
WANTED: Three Scorching Hot SEALs seeking ONE special lady to satisfy our UNIQUE lifestyle.
As I gawk at the photo of three ripped GQ models in my inbox,
I wonder whether I should kiss my friends or whack them over their heads for setting me up on a fake dating profile.
I should delete the email and get back to my business...
But my curiosity simply won't have it.
Fast forward and I find myself sitting face to face with the most gorgeous and sinful trio.
They're even hotter than their photos. How???
Ethan is the fierce leader. Confident, cocky, and knows how to take control.
Logan, is the quiet storm. Calculated in every move, and I have a feeling he knows just the right moves to make me melt.
And then there's Dean. Wears his heart on his sleeves and has the sexiest smile.
But I'm one fiercely independent woman with a dying business that eats up all my time.
I've never been able to maintain a relationship with a guy - much less THREE all at once!
Maybe that's why this 'no strings' arrangement is perfect...
No jealousy. Just three ripped, powerful brothers-in-arms ready to share me in every possible way.
But I find myself in quite the predicament when a pregnancy test spits back two pink lines.
How can I tell them my secret when our arrangement had 'no strings' stamped all over it?
And to make matters worse, they've been keeping BIG secret.
One that could put us all in REAL danger.
Will my baby daddies be up for the challenge when danger comes knocking?
This is a sexy, stand-alone reverse harem romance in the Lucky Lady Reverse Harem series, filled with humor, danger, and generous amounts of love. It also contains blistering hot MFMMM, ménage fun times, in single and multiple partner scenes so HOT they're bound to melt your kindle! HEA guaranteed.
1
Danica
My friends can be real a-holes sometimes.
They mean well, but still. What were they thinking when they set up that online dating profile in my name, without my knowledge or consent? What were they thinking when they made my ad specify that I was looking for three men instead of one? Worst of all, what the hell was I thinking when I actually accepted a first date offer from three hot studs when they responded to my profile?
My dating life has been a boring mess. My personal life is practically non-existent. I live and breathe while struggling to keep an inherited business from going under. So, I might as well have some fun and spice things up in the sack—at least that’s what I’ve been telling myself while drooling over their joint profile pictures. They’re gorgeous men, former Navy SEALs. Ethan, Logan, and Dean. Ethan is the epitome of the American dream with piercing blue eyes, sandy blonde hair, and the kind of jawline that makes my loins quiver. Logan is the tall, dark, and handsome type that gets my blood pumping in an entirely different way. And Dean…. Whew, Dean’s fiery curls, perfectly trimmed beard, and plethora of tattoos makes my fingertips tingle with the delight of anticipation.
Nevertheless, I’m going to be cautious. Or I’m going to try to be cautious.
I told them I’d agree to a first date with just one of them to see how we’d get along. They said that was fine and booked a table at the Puma Lounge, one of San Francisco’s swankiest cocktail bars. As soon as I walked through the door, I felt as if I were walking in between myriads of colorful lights and seductive fragrances.
I’m looking for Ethan.
Feeling nervous, I mumble to myself, “Keep your head screwed on, Danica. You’ve got this.” I glance at my reflection as I pass by one of the floor-to-ceiling, wall-mounted mirrors in the reception area. The black skater’s dress I’m wearing does wonders for my curvy hips and small waistline, and the ruby-red sequin pumps and matching clutch add a bit of pizzazz. My long brown hair is flowing in generous curls over one shoulder, and the soft overhead lighting in the area highlights the mellow tone in the greyish blue of my eyes. I spritzed on a sexy fragrance before heading out and dare I say I’m feeling confident, if only for a minute.
The hostess approaches me with a luminous smile. “Good evening and welcome to the Puma Lounge,” she says, her voice as sweet as honey. “Do you have a reservation?”
“I’m meeting someone here, yes. Ethan Anderson. I suppose the reservation would be in his name,” I reply, mirroring her smile. My nerves are already wrecked.
“Yes, I have his name here,” the hostess says, briefly checking her booking tablet. “Right through there,” she adds, pointing me to the far-left corner of the lounge’s main room.
I give her a slight nod and brace myself for this first encounter as I enter the room. I’m going to kill Ivy and Rocco if this blows up in my face. Then again, I could’ve just said no to the whole thing. Yet here I am, itching to find out more and to play with fire. My friends have good intentions, but I’m the one sashaying straight into hell.
I recognize him from the group photo and my heartbeat is speeding up.
“Holy smokes,” I whisper, taking a deep breath, tightly clutching my purse.
He looks even better in real life, with broad shoulders and a banging body. His blue eyes find me instantaneously, leaving me breathless as he thoroughly scans me from head to toe. I’m feeling confident in my outfit, but nowhere near as bold as Ethan, judging by the devilish smile that stretches his lips. Only…. We’ve got a problem. Or I’ve got a problem.
He’s not alone.
I see Logan and Dean at the table with him. They’re also easy to pick up from that same group photo, and damn, my core is stirring in new and spicy kinds of ways. Logan could get lost in the semi-darkness of that corner— having chosen all black for his attire, matching his dark hair and eyes—while Dean stands out like a hot Viking in any crowd. But what are all three doing here? I feel vulnerable, all of a sudden. Exposed. Like a deer staring at three pairs of headlights, yet I’m the one walking toward them.
“Hello, Danica,” Ethan says as he gets up to greet me. His husky voice sends good kind of shivers down my spine.
“What the hell is this?” I reply bluntly, choosing to go hard before any of them realize I’m overwhelmed and wholly unprepared for all three tonight. “We agreed we’d meet alone, first.”
Logan and Dean exchange glances. I spot the shadow of a smile testing Dean’s lips, as he looks up at Ethan. He’s thoroughly amused by my reaction, and that only serves to further rile me up.
“I’m sorry, there must have been some misunderstanding,” he says. “I don’t recall that being the plan.”
“Huh. Well, I do recall that being the plan so I’m a bit surprised to see all three of you here. I’m not sure how I feel about this,” I replied.
“We hadn’t confirmed or denied your request so we figured it would be alright if all of us came to dinner tonight to meet you,” Ethan says. Judging by his posture and choice of words, at least I know they’re not lying about their military background. These fellas scream discipline—the rough kind that would have me on my knees and begging for their love before the night’s end. I’ve always had a soft spot for a guy in uniform, but these three, well… apparently, they can do things to my mind, things I didn’t think were possible because here I am, taking a seat at their table in a muted concession.
“Thank you for agreeing to join us,” Ethan adds. “We ordered a bottle of wine. I figured you’d appreciate a sweeter Moscato.” I stare at the bottle and four glasses situated in the middle of the table. They haven’t opened it yet. They waited for me. Why is my heart banging around like a hysterical drum?
“Thank you,” I say, then raise my chin proudly, determined not to let this moment further overwhelm me. Once the initial shock wears off, I’m able to better assess this formula I’ve just walked into. “Wine would be great. For starters.”
“You must be nervous,” Logan says. His voice feels more like a whisper sneaking through the dead of night with enough precision to make any panty drop. “I assure you that there is no need for you to feel anything other than comfortable around us.”
“We’re a package deal, Danica. It’s how we operate, day and night. And dating is no exception. It’s either all of us or none of us,” Ethan states, his eyes never leaving mine. “If you’re not okay with that, you’re always free to simply walk away. No hard feelings whatsoever.”
“I’m just surprised, that’s all,” I tell them. “I was expecting to only meet one of you tonight, and I figured we’d all come together on the second or third date. My messages were pretty clear on this topic.”
“And we respect that, even if it doesn’t appear so. I apologize, I realize I should have been clearer in how we operate instead of overlooking your request,” Ethan replies. “Are you open to continuing the evening with all three of us, Danica?”
“I’m sitting here, aren’t I?” I blurt out before my brain even considers it.
There’s either something wrong with me to be so brazen, or I simply and desperately crave something dramatically different in my personal life since everything else is going anything but swimmingly.
“Good,” Ethan says and proceeds to open the bottle of wine. “Then we might as well sit back, enjoy a drink and each other’s company.”
“I’m Dean,” Dean says, reaching his hand across the table. I give him mine, and as soon as our skin touches, I feel electricity jolt through me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Logan,” and I shake his hand, too. Except he lingers with his thumb, subtly massaging that delicate area between my thumb and index finger, causing small fires to ignite under my skin.
“And you’re Ethan,” I cut in, giving this dreamy grunt a warmer smile as he offers me a full glass of Moscato. “Despite the unexpected ensemble, I have to admit, it’s a pleasure.”
A smooth electro-jazz tune pours into the room, the singer’s voice as mellow as a dove’s song in the early evening as the sun begins its sleepy descent. I can almost feel the warmth of those rays seeping through my whole body as I look at these three men and wonder whether I should kiss Ivy and Rocco when I see them again or whack them over their pretty heads with the first blunt object that I can get my hands on.
“What made you decide to answer our ad?” Ethan asks.
“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m not the one who set that profile up,” I tell them. “My friends did it for me. I just went with the flow.”
Logan lets out a dry chuckle. “You’re either very adventurous, or you really trust your friends.”
“Neither,” I quip before adding, “but I do admit I’m curious.”
“What are your expectations?” Ethan asks, raising a curious eyebrow while Dean watches me like a hawk.
“I’m not sure yet. I guess it depends on what you guys expect as well.”
Ethan leans forward, the scent of his cologne hitting me like a seductive wave with notes of sage and bergamot. “Okay, then. We’ll be honest with you. We want a woman to keep us busy in the bedroom, and for us to spoil to the best of our abilities in return. We’re busy men, Danica. We work together, we live together, we play together. It’s what works for us.”
“And once that starts to sink in, women tend to run off in the opposite direction,” Dean adds.
“What is it that you guys do, then?” I ask, wondering if I’ll regret finding out the answer.
“We usually save that topic for later, but since you were already brave enough to sit down with us, you deserve honesty,” Ethan says. “We’re former Navy SEALs, and we’ve taken that experience and expertise into a private security company that we manage ourselves. We’ve got local and international operations going, some for the American government and others for allies of our country. It’s a dirty job, but somebody’s gotta do it.”
“It pays great, though,” Logan chimes in, leaning back into his seat and crossing his arms.
“Is that supposed to entice me? That you make a lot of money?” I shoot back, mirroring his gesture.
“No, but it is the truth,” he replies.
Ethan smiles. I’m guessing it’s appreciative, but the shadows that flutter over his gaze make me feel all kinds of tingly on the inside. “So, what is it you’re looking for?” he asks.
“At this point? I have no idea. I’m just curious to see where it leads.”
“Have you had multiple partners before?” Dean cuts in.
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“Then you really are brave,” he says.
“How come you three insist on having the same woman, though? You could just entertain flings in your own private time and satisfy whatever physical need you might have,” I wonder aloud.
Ethan nods slowly. “That may be true, but we’re different. We’ve shared trenches and food rations; we’ve shared nights out in the cold desert and horrifying nightmares in the Colombian jungle.” He pauses, and I get a brief glimpse of painful recollection in his gaze. “We’re sharing a business and a house these days, and it only made sense that we share a woman, as well. Turns out we’ve got similar tastes.”
“So what, like sharing is caring or something?” I laugh nervously.
“Pretty much, yeah,” Ethan says. “Out of the few women we’ve approached for this, you ticked most of our desired boxes, so to speak.”
“I suppose that’s a compliment.”
“It is,” he replies, his lips twitching ever so slightly. His blonde stubble casts a soft shadow on his jaw, prompting my fingers to tremble under the table. “Tell us, Danica. How do you see yourself handling three men in bed?”
The question hits me like a hammer in the chest, knocking the air out of my lungs with a single blow. It’s a good question, though. How do I see this happening? I’ve watched enough porn to have an inkling of how the whole thing might go, but I’ve made movies of my own in the back of my head. Dark and spicy movies where I’m on the receiving end of everything they have to offer. I’ve even pleasured myself imagining them taking turns to ravage me.
But sitting here, right now, in front of them, close enough that I can almost feel their breath brushing my skin while sipping crisp wine from my glass, I’m unable to speak. Unable to make my thoughts known to them.
Come on, Danica, you’ve got this. Don’t let them smell weakness.
2
Danica
“How do I see myself handling three men in bed?” I repeat the question in a bid to buy myself a couple more seconds of thinking, of carefully wrapping an answer into something that won’t make me sound like a fool. “Are you referring to the physical specifics?”
The corner of Ethan’s mouth turns upward. It causes a subtle dimple to appear in his cheek. I’m on fire and in desperate need of an extinguisher at this point. “We’re interested in how you might see a night unfolding between the four of us.”
“Ah. Okay. Yeah. Details…”
“Yeah, details,” Logan says, his voice a low rumble. “It’s obvious you’ve thought about it, otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now.”
“You read me like an open book,” I reply. The sarcasm only serves to mask a most uncomfortable truth, because they absolutely are reading me like an open book, and I’m not sure what to do with myself in this situation.
