Muscling In

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Copyright©
2015 Lily Harlem

 
ISBN: 978-1-77233-558-3

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Jessica Ruth

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DEDICATION

For all my wonderful readers who enjoy sexy
threesomes!

MUSCLING
IN

Lily
Harlem

Copyright
© 2015

Prologue

Coben Wright paced to the far
wall of his small room and stared at the wall—it was nothing fancy, bricks
painted standard issue green, likely with a standard issue paintbrush by a
standard issue decorator.

His shoulders were tense, his
guts tight and a weight tugged at his cock and balls. He pushed out a breath
and shoved his hands through his hair, kept them there, pulling at the roots
and with his elbows pointing outward.

He’d
be here soon.

Or so they’d planned.

But perhaps something had come
up? Maybe he hadn’t been able to get away or walk in this direction without
being seen.

He couldn’t be seen. That was
non-negotiable. It meant mission abort.

Because they couldn’t arouse
suspicion, not after all this time of being so careful and of keeping what they
felt for each other under wraps. Sure, they’d had a couple of close calls but
they’d been lucky. They were watertight, solid. They were in the clear.

Coben turned and strode to his
bed. He sat and rested his palms on the scratchy gray blanket. He’d be glad to
get out of military digs and enjoy home comforts on a daily basis rather than
just when he was on leave. His parents’ house in Surrey might be a bit chintzy
and covered in cat hair, but it was warm, soft and peaceful. A direct contrast
to the last ten years he’d spent in the Royal Air Force, and until he found his
own place, a flowery suburban bungalow would more than do.

He tapped his foot on the
floor. Then, irritated by seeing his dull khaki socks, he jiggled his knee.

Damn. He hoped Edward hadn’t
run into a serious plan changer on his way from West Two Wing. What if he
didn’t get here? Coben would go insane with need. It would tear his heart in
two. Okay, so this was the last time they’d be together, but still, it had to
happen. They couldn’t leave it like this. Hanging, dangling, no goodbyes, no
kiss, no fuck…

Tap
.

Coben sprang to his feet. A
shot of adrenaline went through his system. Just one quiet knock was their
signal.

Edward had arrived.

He dashed to the door and
pulled it open.

Edward had a dark green cap
pulled low, and his shoulders were hunched. He didn’t say anything, just
stepped past Coben into the room.

Coben stuck his head out and
glanced left and right. The long corridor was empty.

Good.

He quickly shut the two of
them off from the world and flicked the lock. As he turned to Edward he dragged
in a deep breath, enjoying the smells his visitor had brought with him—the
outdoors, spiced musk, pine needles…man.

A fresh wave of arousal shot
through Coben. Edward’s scent always did that to him. Combined with how his
presence filled a room with so much more than just his physical size, fuck, he
was enough to turn a straight man gay.

And Coben had been straight.
When he’d joined the military he’d enjoyed many a happy romp with gorgeous
girls, in the plural on a few memorable occasions in Hong Kong. But now…now
he’d had Edward in his life, he definitely had to tick the bisexual box.
Because there was no doubt about it. He found this rough-and-ready soldier really
fucking hot. Really fucking irresistible.

Edward tugged off his cap and
tossed it to the one chair in the room, which sat beside a skinny-legged desk.
It landed on the hook of the straight back. Perfect shot. He scraped his hand
over his crew cut and frowned. “Couldn’t get away from Walker. Can talk the
bloody hind leg off a donkey, that one.”

“Yeah,” Coben agreed, walking
up to him. “But you did. Get away, that is.”

“Wasn’t going to miss saying
goodbye to you, was I?” His voice was gruffer than usual, likely because it was
brimming with emotion. He normally flashed a smile as soon as they were alone,
but not this time. This was goodbye.

Coben felt a stab in his
heart. He wished this wasn’t the end of what they had, but they’d been through
it many times. They had to move on, get on with their own lives now. He’d be in
civvy street and Edward would be working in his new position in special forces.

There was no way they could
carry on this thing, whatever it was. It would be too damn complicated.

Edward reached out and held
Coben’s face, his palms rough on his cheeks. He clasped him beneath his jaw
with his thumbs and stared at Coben with fiery intensity in his eyes.

“Have you found out…I mean,
when you go, that is?” Coben asked.

“Yes.”

“When?”

Edward hesitated. “Soon.”

“Where?”

“Somewhere.”

Coben’s breath caught his
throat. Of course, Edward was no longer allowed to divulge such information.
The Official Secrets Act prevented him from giving out any details, even to
other members of the military. And there was no way Coben had that level of
clearance, not now he was on his last few days of service. At one time he had,
but not anymore. That hurt. It did. But he squashed it down. No time for pain.

“You’ll be careful, won’t
you?”

“Always.” Edward leaned
forward and swiped his lips over Coben’s. “I’ll always be careful.”

“Don’t take risks.”

“I can’t guarantee that, but
they’ll be calculated ones.”

“And with the odds in your
favor.” Coben couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to Edward. Even
if he wasn’t in his life, he wanted to go about his days knowing Edward was
okay, that he still walked on the planet—somewhere.

“Yeah, something like that.”
Edward smirked.

Damn, there was that smile.
Coben felt like he’d won every medal, prize and award whenever he was the
recipient of it. Edward was everything he’d ever wanted in a bed partner of the
same sex—sexy, dark, protective and brimming with passion.

He pressed his body against
Edward’s, shoving his hard cock, through his trousers, into Edward’s groin.
“So…” he said breathily.

“So what?” Edward asked,
parting his lips and holding Coben’s face tighter, his fingers pressing into
his temples.

“So exactly how are we going
to do this?” Coben took hold of Edward’s forearms, feeling the sinewy tendons
and bulked muscle beneath his sweater. The heat of Edward’s breath warmed his
face.

“Do what?” Edward dropped his
knees a fraction, then ground upward so their cocks rubbed together.

Coben held in a groan. Fuck.
He was so turned on. “How,” he managed, “are we going to say goodbye?”

The right side of Edward’s
mouth twitched. “Oh, don’t you worry,” he said. “I’ve got it all planned out.
I’m going to show you exactly how we’re going to say goodbye and you’ll never
forget it.”

“That goes without saying
and—”

Edward smashed his mouth down
on Coben’s. His tongue plundered between his lips and he dragged him close.

Coben groaned and wound his
arms around Edward’s body, delighting in the sculpted contours of his shoulders
and the heat that blasted through the material of his clothes. He gave as good
as he got, slicking his tongue over Edward’s, pressing their lips together and
pulling closer still.

Edward spread the heated
kisses over his cheek. He smoothed his hand down his neck and cupped his
pectoral muscles as though they were breasts. “I hope you have the stamina for
more than once,” he said gruffly, “because I don’t think one unload is going to
be enough to keep me going until the day I die.”

“Don’t talk about the day you
die,” Coben said, tipping his head back so Edward could lick the column of his
throat. “And besides, you’ll find a new lover.”

“Yeah, one day…but it won’t be
you. This memory has to keep my fantasies alive.”

Emotion stung Coben’s eyes and
he squeezed them shut.

Edward slid his hands lower
and undid the top button on Coben’s combats. He gripped the zip. “You’re so
fucking hard. This zipper’s going to fucking split.”

“Tell me about it.”

Slowly Edward drew down the
zip.

It sat directly over Coben’s
shaft and he could make out each set of teeth freeing. “Ah, fuck…” he murmured,
frustrated by the slow speed but relishing the anticipation.

“Yeah, we’ll fuck in a
minute…but first.” Edward sank to his knees.

Coben looked at the top of
Edward’s head. He could just make out his scalp through his short hair. Shit,
if he was going to…then he wasn’t sure how much stamina he’d have. Edward had a
hot, talented mouth and could deep throat for England.

“Big, hungry soldier,” Edward
murmured in a sinfully sexy voice. The zipper was completely down and he took
hold of the waistband of the combats and tugged, pulling them and Coben’s boxer
briefs to his knees.

Coben’s cock sprang free. He
moaned, glad to be relieved of the constraints of clothing. “Edward…”

Edward glanced up at him
through hooded eyelids. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip, then took hold
of Coben’s cock.

Locking his knees, Coben
tensed his abdominal muscles and steadied himself. The touch of Edward’s hand
could almost be his undoing. Scorching heat, rough palms, a steady squeeze…

“You ready?” Edward asked.

“Yeah.” Coben nodded, once.

Edward leaned forward,
stretched his mouth into a large O and took the head of Coben’s cock onto his
moist tongue.

Breath held, Coben’s chest
expanded and his heart rate sped up.

Reaching around Coben with his
free hand, Edward grabbed his left buttock and squeezed.

Coben stared as Edward sank
onto him, feeding his cock into his mouth. He watched as his shaft disappeared.
On and on Edward took him. No messing about, no teasing, just a long, luscious
ride to the very base of his throat.

Once seated fully, Edward’s
lips hovering near his pubic hair, Coben blew out a breath through gritted
teeth. It felt so damn good. Edward’s grooved palate was pressed up against his
glans, his tongue hugging the length of him.

He unclenched his fists and
rested his hands on Edward’s sharp hair.

Edward swallowed, the action
tugging the tip of Coben’s cock.

“Ah…yeah…” Coben gasped.
“More.”

Edward did as he’d asked.

Coben groaned. He adored that
sensation. It was only a small movement, delicate, but it sent a powerful zing
of pleasure through his cock to his balls. He held still for a moment,
summoning control. Then he pulled back, watching his saliva-coated shaft
emerge. Tightening his grip on Edward’s head, he smoothed back in, full depth.

Edward took him, urged him
deeper still by gripping both of his buttocks and pulling him closer.

“Fuck…really…” Coben said,
wondering how the hell Edward could tolerate him so far down his gullet. He’d
never get blown like this again. Edward’s talents were unique.

Again he pulled almost out,
pushed back in. Faster this time, enjoying the tight seal of Edward’s lips
around his cock. “I’m gonna…fuck your mouth.”

Edward didn’t answer but he
nipped the flesh on Coben’s ass, digging his fingertips in like pincers.

Coben gasped, the nip of pain
adding to his cresting pleasure. He swung his hips forward with more vigor.
Dragged them back again, forging in and out of Edward, who huffed and puffed
but took it all.

“Get ready,” he managed. His
balls were so tight, packed into his body, almost painful with their need to
release. “Oh, God…it’s here…” He gave in to the moment, let the cum surge free,
shoot up his dick and into Edward’s throat.

He gripped Edward’s head,
making sure he was lodged as deep as possible as he came.

Edward swallowed, creating
that heavenly tugging as he took what Coben gave him.

“Ah…ah…yeah…” Coben said, then
bit his bottom lip. He couldn’t make too much noise. What if someone was
walking past? But damn he wanted to scream his pleasure, let Edward know how
fucking fantastic he made him feel.

He withdrew, steamed back in,
more cum shooting from his cockhead. He squeezed his eyes shut and committed
this moment to memory. It would be wank fodder in the months to come.

A final spurt of release
flooded Edward’s mouth. Coben stilled. A full-body tremble attacked him. Gently
he stroked Edward’s hair. “Thank you.”

Edward released his buttocks
and drew back. He caught Coben’s shaft in his hand and looked up at him. “No
thanks necessary.” He wiped the back of his forearm over his mouth and stood.
“My pleasure.”

“You want me to return the
favor?” Coben grinned and cupped his hand over Edward’s cock. It was surging
against the material of his combats, the glorious width and girth easy to feel.