At Thei rCommand

At Their Command

Scarlett
Sanderson

All Hope wants for Christmas is Ethan St. Claire. She’s had
a thing for him since high school, when he was the bad boy and she was the
class geek. Now she’s older, wiser…and dying of sexual frustration. Fantasies
of having Ethan and his best friend Dominic at the same time drive her wild
with unsated lust.

Ethan has always loved Hope, and he’s finished waiting for her
to realize they’re meant for each other. He’s taking command and giving Hope
exactly what she needs. If she’s nice, he’ll give her a sexy spanking. If she’s
naughty, he and Dominic will double her pleasure as an extra-lusty Christmas
treat.

Chapter One

“Deck the halls with boughs of holly…”

Hope cringed and ground her teeth in frustration. If she
heard one more Christmas song, she’d scream. She didn’t hate Christmas. Far
from it. But the pesky jingles started in October. By December she was out of
holiday cheer.

She pushed the button on the radio, switching it off.
Blissful silence reigned.

Pinching the bridge of her nose to ease some of the tension,
she sighed. This year Christmas frustration came second to a mind-numbing dose
of sexual frustration.

“Hey, teach.” Ethan St. Claire, object of her sexual
frustration, poked his head around the door of her office and flashed a killer
smile. “Wanna come grab some dinner with us?”

Her sex swelled. Her nipples pebbled, becoming hard, turgid
peaks begging to be sucked by his lips.

Embarrassed by her reaction, she prayed he couldn’t see her arousal
beneath her sweater.

Briefly meeting his eyes, she gathered her papers. “Um,
sure. Just give me a minute to finish up.”

Ethan St. Claire had been her biggest sexual fantasy since
she was fourteen years old, watching his defined torso glisten with a sheen of
sweat as he mowed the front lawn. A few years older than Hope, and the bad boy
of the neighborhood, Ethan hadn’t even known she existed until his sister was
in a car accident and Hope had been the one to look after her.

“Why the hell are you working so close to the holidays? I
thought teachers had shitloads of vacation time.”

Picking up a stack of assignments that needed to be graded,
she stuffed them into her leather satchel. “Because I started later in the
school year, I’m behind with lesson planning and grading.”

Three months ago, her life turned upside down. Her father’s
heart attack forced her closer to her family. She’d applied for a teaching job
at the local university and moved back home.

She bit her lip at the little lie she’d told Ethan.

Yeah, you don’t want him to really know what’s going on
in your head, do you, Hope? You don’t want him to know you are here for him,
that you’ve been craving him for years.

“You work too hard, teach,” said Ethan.

His smooth, deep voice washed over her, invaded her senses,
made her nerve endings tingle and her pussy moisten.

She inhaled and fastened the clasp on her satchel. Since
she’d been home, they’d picked up where they’d left off. An unusual
friendship—the bad boy and the geek.

Her cheeks heated. She ached for him. She fantasized about
stripping him naked and riding his cock until he spilled his seed deep inside
her.

“Hope, are you almost done? Because I’m starving here.”

She rolled her eyes at his impatience and said, “I’m coming.
I’m coming.”

After tugging on her woolen overcoat, she jammed a beanie on
her head. With Christmas only days away, snow lay thick on the ground. Even at
six o’clock, the temperature outside was biting.

She walked into the corridor before turning and locking her
office. One of the perks of working in a small university—no sharing.

“Okay. Ready.” She looked at Ethan.

He stood idling against the wall, and Hope gave a mental
sigh. Her body became liquid, her pussy throbbed with unfulfilled need.

As a teenager, he’d been gorgeous. As a man, he was
devastating. Over the years, he’d filled out. A thick, knitted sweater wrapped
his muscular torso. His broad shoulders were encased in a soft, figure-hugging
leather jacket.

Winter meant he covered up the tattoos adorning his forearms
and chest.

Such a waste.

He wore faded jeans that kissed his long, lean legs. She
knew from previous observation the denim cupped his pert ass to perfection.

It was his face that always took her breath away. Chiseled
jaw, high cheekbones and deep-brown eyes big enough to get lost in. The crew
cut and day-old stubble stopped him from being labeled pretty.

The whole package screamed raw masculinity.

She wanted to taste him on her tongue. She wanted to wrap
her body around his, rub her nipples against his chest and lick her way across
his dusky torso.

“Finally.” He took her satchel and draped an arm across her
shoulders, walking her to the exit. “I could eat a whole cow, I’m that hungry.”

Hope blinked and smiled. She really needed to get her libido
under control.

But it’s soooo hard.

She silenced the pesky voice in her head and looped an arm
around his waist. His appetite was almost as big as his smile. “You’re always
hungry. You’re never sated.”

A dark, predatory look entered his eyes. They met hers,
lingered. “Maybe I haven’t found anything to sate it. Yet.”

Hope’s mouth went dry. Was he flirting with her?

No, definitely not. Ethan didn’t think of her that way.
Sure, they’d had some flirty banter since she’d gotten back. They’d discussed
sex but he hadn’t made a move on her.

His intense gaze bored into her. Questioning. Asking
something she didn’t quite understand. It roamed across her face, lingered on
her breasts, down to her legs and back up. Ethan’s tongue snaked out and he
licked his lips. His eyes burned with hunger.

She swallowed. Her breasts tingled, heat flooded her pussy.
She wanted him so badly her teeth ached.

She broke eye contact and pushed open the entrance doors.
Thankfully the icy wind rushed over her heated cheeks.

Giving a nervous laugh, she edged slowly toward his truck.
Dominic Sullivan, Ethan’s best friend and business partner, waved from the
passenger seat.

“Oh, Jesus.”

Two alpha males showing her attention sent her libido into
overdrive. Hence the overzealous sexual frustration. She fantasized about
Dominic fucking her while Ethan watched, his eyes blazing, his hand wrapped
around his cock. Stroking himself, watching his best friend fuck her senseless.
Sometimes she even dreamt of having them both, together.

Focus, Hope.

She refused to believe Ethan or Dominic was interested in
her. After all these years, she was still a geek girl at heart. Phantom hope
led to heartache. She refused to put their friendship on the line. She’d check
her raging hormones with her trusty vibrator.

It’s a poor substitute for Ethan.

Yeah, but he didn’t want her in that way. He’d never looked
at her as if he wanted to strip her naked and feast on her body.

Until now.

Ethan watched her tentatively walk across the frozen snow.
He knew every line of her curvy body, every expression that flashed in her
bright-green eyes. When not encased in a ponytail or hat, her tawny hair fell
in waves down her back, resting on the plump curve of her ass.

Her foot slipped. He started forward but she regained her
balance quickly. Although Hope was very much a modern woman, Ethan found
himself wanting to protect her like some fragile doe.

Hope turned and flashed him an embarrassed smile. He smiled
back.

His Hope. She’d always been clumsy, even in high school.

He wanted to get his hands on her curves and do nasty things
to her body. He wanted his cock inside her, fucking her until she screamed. He
wanted her pussy clenched around his dick, making her come.

“Fuck.” He jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans
and brushed his hard cock. Groaning, he sucked in a deep breath. He’d been
sporting an erection since the moment he laid eyes on Hope three months ago.

He’d always wanted her, even when they were kids. Despite
the fact it wouldn’t have done his reputation much good, he’d wanted her. The geeky
swot who wore glasses and preferred a book to a night on the booze.

Back then he was tainted goods. He stopped himself from
touching her. He couldn’t stain her innocence with his darkness. He fucked his
way through dozens of women to erase her face from his fantasies. It didn’t
work. His cock got hard whenever she came near him.

After ten years apart, it was no different. He still got
hard as granite every time she was in the vicinity.

“Hey, Hope.” Dominic Sullivan exited the passenger side and
opened the back door for her.

Ethan watched as his friend helped her into the truck.

He shifted his weight. His stiff prick throbbed in his
jeans, demanding satisfaction. He hadn’t been with a woman since Hope got back
into town.

Sexual frustration was at its peak. He felt a little wild,
feral, like he wanted to tear over to the truck and nail Hope in the backseat
with his best friend watching. Soft and pliant, she’d cream all over his cock,
moaning his name, milking him with her warm, wet cunt.

He growled. His erection swelled.

Dominic wouldn’t mind. They’d shared women occasionally.
Although they had both put their street days behind them, some instincts still
remained.

“Get a grip, Ethan,” he mumbled.

Shaking his head slightly, he strolled to the truck.

Fuck.

Had he actually just thought about screwing Hope while
Dominic watched? Desperation did strange things to a man.

Packed snow crunched under his boots. The wind wrapped
around him, nipped his cheeks and reddened his nose. Jesus, it was cold.

He looked up at the darkened sky. Probably more snow on the
way. Picking up the pace, he got into the driver’s side and shivered.

Ethan cranked the dial on the heating system. “Cold and
hungry. Definitely not a good place to be.” He left out the horny part.

Turning the key in the ignition, he froze when a delicate
hand squeezed his shoulder.

“It’s too cold to go to the diner tonight. Plus, I’m tired.
I’ve got some steaks at home, I could throw them on the grill, make some
dauphinoise
potatoes, sauté some vegetables. We could put some carols on and have a mini
Christmas celebration. Sound good?”

He slid a look at Dominic, who nodded and smiled.

Ethan turned and gazed at Hope. Her cheeks were flushed pink
due to the cold. His cock twitched.

She really was beautiful. He wasn’t sure going to her place
in his condition was a good idea. But he was done waiting. He’d given her
enough time to adjust. He’d dropped enough subtle hints over the last few
months. He knew how she felt, he’d always known. Her body always betrayed her.
Every time he touched her, her eyes would glaze over, her lips would part, her
cheeks would flush. It made his cock hard.

The time for subtly was over. He was done giving her time to
come to him.

“Your place it is.”