Chapter 1
ONE
AIDEN
ONE YEAR LATER
“Honey, I’m home!” my singsong voice echoed as I entered the foyer of our townhome and hung my keys next to Casey’s on the hooks by the door, showing he was here, too.
I smiled appreciatively at the sight, and even more so at the dirty thoughts that immediately followed.
Exhaustion marred every inch of my existence after the workday, and yet, all I wanted to do was bury my cock in my boyfriend until he was putty in my hands before forcing him to milk the frustration out of me, stroke by stroke.
I grunted at the thought.
Fuck.
The thought alone had me growing stiff in my uniform.
I was nothing if not obsessed with the man down the hall.
He was my everything. I’d marry him tomorrow if I could.
To fully claim him. To own him.
The thought gave me pause, as it often did, as I began to unlace my work boots.
I sighed tiredly. God, did I ever want to call Casey my husband.
But there had been one thing holding me back for years at that point. And while it probably didn’t make sense in the heads of others, it was more than vital to me, to the dynamic of us and how we would last with such a unique need.
A family.
A woman.
A woman just for us.
While we were exponentially happy together, there was always something missing between us. We had realized years ago that it wasn’t only a feminine touch…but also the future that a woman could bring.
We needed a third.
And that certainly threw a wrench into the aspect of marriage—how could we even attempt to find a third, let alone a third who could deal with our fucked up natures and possessive qualities, who would want an ownership as intense as we craved?
Granted, even in the modern day and age, marrying in polyamorous relationships was a complete and utter bitch.
But it didn’t matter.
If you were mine, then you were mine. And that meant you were also ours.
Casey’s sarcastic voice filled the end of the hall, and I smiled as the longing thoughts quickly left my head. “My darling boyfriend is back from war. Whatever shall I do to dote on him?”
“You know it was just a twelve-hour shift, right?”
He met me with a blank stare. “Do you want your dick sucked or not?”
A laugh bellowed out of me. “Oh? You sure dropped that old-timey tone real quick. What bold words.”
He shrugged before crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway as I continued unlacing my boots—and I could have sworn that my mouth salivated as I stared at the man before me.
His blond hair was wet and wild, likely from coming straight out of the shower, and his sharp jawline sported the beginning of a pairing, equally short beard.
He was in comfortable clothing—meager shorts and a black t-shirt—and yet, I had to fight the urge to not go over there and bite one of his tattooed biceps.
His voice cut me out of my thoughts again, and my brown eyes snapped to his blue ones.
“You alright over there, Wolfe? You look like you’re hungry.
You don’t need me to undo those laces, do you?
I know I bottom a lot in this relationship, but that,” he pointed to my boots that were still untied, “is just pitiful, ya know?”
My voice was rough. “You know what it does to me when you refer to me by my call sign.”
“I do.”
“Are you trying to get fucked within an inch of your life, Wraithe? Because you’re getting really close to achieving that, if that’s what you’re looking for.”
His lips lifted in a smirk. “Maybe I am.”
A matching smile slid across my face as I finally slid the leather boots off my feet and pushed them to the side. Looking directly at Casey, I pointed to him and then to the floor in front of me with a snap of my fingers. “Kneel, pretty boy.”
My chest thrummed with pride as I watched him stalk toward me and drop down to his knees, right where I told him to. What a good boy.
Power dynamics in BDSM were always so judged, but I’d never get over the oddness of how the simplest action, such as kneeling, made me ecstatic. “Mmm. Such a respected, scary SEAL during the day. And yet, just my good boy when we’re home. Isn’t that right?”
Casey stared directly in my eyes without hesitation before he responded, “You’re an asshole. You know that, right?”
I smirked. He could say all he wanted, but we both knew he loved it as much as I did. “Yup.”
“Why do I even put up with you?”
I smiled. “Because you’re utterly in love with me. And I happen to be attractive and hung, which should be considered bonus points of some kind.”
“Oh, is that so? Daddy? Have you ever heard of an ego check? You might need one.”
I scoffed as one of my eyebrows lifted in question.
The hand that was resting on my thigh moved to wrap around his throat gently, and I smirked once more as I felt his Adam's apple swallow roughly against my palm. I hadn’t even begun pressing against his pressure points yet.
“I don’t hear you complaining much when I’m bottomed out inside that pretty ass of yours. ”
“I don’t think you hear much when you’re bottomed out in me. You’re ruthless when you’re horny, but you also have a one-track mind.”
The brat.
I squeezed his pressure points next and took the utmost satisfaction in the pretty shade of red he turned. “You wanna repeat that, pretty boy?”
“No, sir,” he managed to get out, although I saw something twinkle in his eye.
Pleasure satiated every part of me as I watched his eyes close in submission, and I knew then and there that he would let me do absolutely anything I wanted to him.
Granted, I already knew that. But I still loved the reminder.
Too bad he was in fucking trouble for being a brat.
I could make him suffer a little bit; a little teasing never hurt.
My cock stirred behind my zipper once again at the thought, and I raised my other hand to cup his cheek fondly.
My fingers danced across his pouty lips as I said, “I should fuck this bratty mouth of yours, you know. It was a long day. You’re mine, after all.
I may adore you with everything I am, but you’re still my stress relief toy.
You’d love that though, wouldn’t you? Being a toy for Daddy. ”
My hand relinquished its squeeze enough to let him speak. “So much,” he groaned.
“Cup me through my uniform then. Go on,” I goaded him.
Fire licked up my spine as he did so without question, and I bit back a groan deep in my throat as he squeezed.
And just like that—I was hard as a rock.
My hand gripped his throat again. Not hard enough to constrict his air, but enough to show my possessiveness. “I never said you could play with it,” I warned.
“You never said I could masturbate earlier, either, but I did that. And guess what, the world didn’t explode.” He made a mocking, gasping face. “Would you look at that? I don’t always have to follow the rules, it seems.”
My mouth dropped. Two strikes in one day, and we hadn’t even covered the first, completely out-of-pocket fuckup. “You came without me knowing?”
“Yep.”
“Mmm. Okay,” I started, swallowing roughly as he squeezed my hard length again. He was trying to break my stubborn guard, and any other day, it probably would have worked.
Not this day, though.
I took a deep breath. I was a trained sailor and Special Operations agent.
He would not win.
My voice came out rough. “How was your day?”
He snorted. “You’re asking me about my day? Really? When I’m like this?”
“Yes.”
“It was good. Thank you, Daddy. How was your day?”
“Just wonderful,” I let out sarcastically, groaning as his hand shifted up my length. “Certainly no complaints. Other than, ya know, work—and an odd email I got.”
“An odd email?”
“Mhhmm,” I ground out as he stroked me over my uniform. I wouldn’t have been surprised if precum was dripping from the head of my cock already. I needed to get out of these camo pants, and fast.
“You sound needy and dumb, Wolfe. Maybe you need to use your boy. Yeah?”
Oh, the pleasure that darkened me as I smirked down at him.
He asked the perfect question.
With a finality in my tone, I leaned down and whispered directly in his ear, “I would, but my boy broke his rules today, so I’m going to go jerk off in the shower. Where you can only watch from outside the glass doors, and that’s if they don’t fog up too fast. How’s that for your good day?”
His mouth dropped open as I stood, laughing, and walked toward the main bathroom—with an unbelievably aching cock behind my zipper.
Having your own dick completely belong to someone else was humbling in times like these.
“That’s rude!” he called at my back.
I turned my head back enough to respond. “So is signing us up for a kink app using my work email address, thinking I wouldn’t find out, and then masturbating without my knowledge. Enjoy your punishment, pretty boy. We’ll talk about this when I’m clean and sated.”