Healing Hearts 10: The Scars That Bind Us

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer Dixie Lynn Dwyer

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  Jo was shaking, but not with trepidation or worry, but with desire, with lust, with need, she couldn’t even comprehend. She wanted them, too. Wanted to be their woman, their lover, and she didn’t fear them, just maybe feared the power of this connection to them and how they changed her life, her outlook on opening up her heart to them. Taking that chance was risky, but for the first time in her life, she met four men, four people she felt were worth it.

  After recovering from Knight’s words in the SUV, and that kiss, she now sat with them at a table in a beautiful restaurant on the water and enjoyed their conversation. They went from one thing to the next and she got a better understanding of their jobs. That led to their current assignment, this case involving a man she didn’t even like to admit was her father, and to two scum bags like Porcini and Topaz. She couldn’t help but to shiver at the mention of him, and that didn’t go unnoticed by Leif.

  The men took every opportunity to touch her, to compliment her, or just stare at her with hunger and desire times four. When they finished up, and decided to take a walk along the pier before heading out, Cavanaugh took her hand. She walked with him, sensing his limp, but then looked at his face. His brown hair, the slight gruff he liked to sport on a regular basis that made him look a little wild, his big muscles, especially in his biceps and forearms, and even his hands. She could feel the power of them, the strength and the significant difference compared to hers.

  She leaned her cheek against his upper arm as they walked and she hugged his arm to her breast. “Are you having fun?” he asked her with his brothers in tow around them.

  “Definitely,” she told him.

  “Feel comfortable with us?” he asked.

  “More than comfortable, Cavanaugh,” she said, and her heart soared with admiration and even desire. She wanted them. Wanted to give them her virginity, allow them to have a part of her that wasn’t taken, ripped from her like most everything else. But she should probably tell them her fears, and what happened before they were intimate. Perhaps it would keep the uncontrollable episodes away, and not bring on an anxiety attack, or make her vision all funny.

  “I want to tell you something,” he said to her, and they stopped walking. He cupped her cheek and tilted her head up toward him.

  “I know I’m not perfect. Been through a lot of heavy shit in the military, but with you none of it matters. Not my limp and the pain I get a lot, because I think of you and I don’t feel pain. I feel happy, and that isn’t something I’m used to feeling,” he admitted, and she felt the tears reach her eyes. She lifted up and kissed him. Cavanaugh held her close and kissed her tenderly, ran his palm along her ass and squeezed it. He released her lips and she smiled, then hugged him tight.

  “You all make me want things I never thought I could have. There’s so much to talk to you about. To learn about and to explore.” She pulled back and they gathered around her.

  “Come home with us,” Flynn said very seriously, and in that ordering type of tone that was all Flynn.

  “I want to,” she whispered,

  Cavanaugh cupped her cheek. “But.”

  “But, I need to explain a few things,” she said, and looked around them. There were some people around enjoying the beautiful night.

  “Not here though,” she added.

  “Our place then?” Knight asked.

  “Okay.”

  Cavanaugh pulled her close and they all walked along the pier and to the SUV. There was an anticipation, a change in the atmosphere that made her nipples harden and her pussy clench with desire so deep, so crazy powerful that she wondered if she even needed to tell them about her abduction and about being a virgin. She was on birth control, so that was good and safe. She totally anticipated doing this tonight and prepped her body so she would look like a delicacy to them, or at least she hoped so. She needed to tell them. Needed to make them understand that she might need a little extra care during sex and being naked and intimate with them. Despite her mind, her body being in a better state than four years ago, hell then even a year ago, she still didn’t know what this connection, this powerful bond between them might bring on emotionally.

  “You’re being awfully quiet. Don’t be nervous with us. We care about you deeply already, Jo, and we will never, ever hurt you,” Cavanaugh told her as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. She caressed his thigh, the leg that was injured.

  “How did you hurt your leg?” she asked him, and the SUV was quiet. Cavanaugh cleared his throat and held her hand as she caressed his thigh.

  “I was on a mission in Fallujah. Wound up in a ground fight, that led to hand-to-hand combat with some enemy soldiers. It was exhausting and my team and I were coming out of the building with prisoners, while new troops were making their way toward us when one hit an IED. The explosion was huge, shrapnel shooting like missile launchers and I took hits to my leg, others around me took hits to their heads, their chests, killing them.”

  Jo could hear the sadness, the anxiety in his voice, and she knew there was more to this story, more details that brought on the PTSD he had. “I’m so sorry you went through that, but I’m happy that you’re here with me,” she told him, and he looked at her, cupped her cheek, and she leaned up and kissed him.

  They got to their house and got out of the SUV, and she was impressed with their home. It was big, well landscaped and they had a lot of property, too.

  “Welcome,” Flynn said as they entered through the front door. She looked around the open floor plan. “This is stunning. Wow, look at the view of the bay,” she said, and walked closer to the sliders that ran the length of the wall, and to a large swimming pool, hot tub, and cabana.

  “This is nice,” she said, and looked at the hot tub.

  “We could go in, relax a little,” Knight said to her, squeezing her shoulders, and caressing them as he pressed against her back. She felt his erection, and it aroused her. She turned in his arms, slid her palms up his chest as he smoothed his hand along her lower back, drawing her against his body tight.

  “I don’t have a bathing suit.”

  “You don’t need one,” he whispered, his dark blue eyes twinkling with mischief. He pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her tenderly. His hand squeezed her ass, his fingers stroked along the crack, and then he gripped her ass cheek, hard. She moaned into his mouth, and she heard the sound of soft music, then the waterfall in the pool came on. The low lights dimmed and they set a romantic setting for them. She pulled back and he winked.

  He brought her toward the set of outdoor couches where the others were gathered.

  “Drink?” Flynn asked, walking toward the cabana and outdoor bar.

  “Sure,” she said, and walked that way. She placed her hand on the bar and this time Leif pressed close to her and kissed her neck from behind. She tilted her head back and then turned in his arms. He lifted her up onto the bar stool and pressed a leg between hers. As he released her lips, he held her gaze with those gorgeous blue eyes he and his brothers all had.

  “Tell us something more about you. About your childhood or something,” he said to her.

  She swallowed hard. “I told you guys that there were things I wanted you to know. Need you to know before we take this further tonight.”

  “Go on,” Flynn said.

  “Want to sit on the couch and get comfortable?” Leif asked, and she nodded her head.

  They walked over to the couches and Flynn handed her a drink, raspberry vodka and club soda and she smiled. She took a sip and Leif sat on one side of her and Flynn on the other. Cavanagh and Knight sat across from her, but pulled the seats closer so their knees touched hers as they all sat together. It was intimate, and arousing despite her fears of what she was about to share with them.

  “Ortley, the man you’re also investigating in your search for Porcini, was a very powerful businessman. As I got through high school he really started changing, and by the time I started college, he was really different.
Suddenly we found out that Tanner, Corona, Briar, Danny, Cliff, and Ace’s dad, wasn’t our uncle by blood and they weren’t our cousins like we thought and like we grew up believing. We didn’t care though. We figured we were all close so we kept acting like we were related that way.”

  “Corona and your brothers explained a bit about that. Then about some bad blood with business or something between your father and theirs,” Cavanaugh said to her.

  “Yes, I know they explained a lot, but there was also a lot they didn’t share with you out of respect for me, in protecting me from further upset, but I think you need to know. It’s important so you can take your time with me as we get more intimate,” she said, and looked at her hands and took a sip from the drink. She then placed it down onto the small table to the left of Flynn.

  Looking at their facial expressions, she could see their concern.

  “It was my last year of college, technically my third year but I was a senior because of all the college credits and advanced classes I took. I was planning on going to medical school. At the time, my mother and father were fighting a lot. My dad had the situation with business with Tanner, who claimed that my dad somehow ripped him off, or used his company accounts to steal money or something. We never got the details. It was a crazy time, and like I said, my dad changed. He was nasty, and even to me. So I was out with friends one night, then heading back to campus, when I was abducted,” she said.

  “What?” Flynn asked, and then the others asked too and sat forward. Leif grabbed her hand.

  “Jesus, baby. What the hell happened?”

  She swallowed hard and felt her body shaking. She leaned back. “I don’t want to talk about the details of it all. I can’t. It was four years ago and so much happened to me, changed me, and I should have died in that prison, in the cage they kept me in for twelve weeks.”

  “Twelve weeks?” Cavanaugh asked.

  “A cage?” Leif asked.

  “Who the fuck were they? Men after your dad?” Knight asked and she shook her head. She couldn’t help the emotions she had as tears started to fall and she began to ramble on about what happened.

  “It was horrible. The things they did to me. The way they pushed and poked at my naked body, touched me, threatened to do things to me. It was so bad. So very bad,” she said, and wiped her eyes and took several unsteady breaths. Leif caressed her thigh and Flynn held her hand and squeezed it.

  “Baby, did they—”

  She shook her head. “They did so many disgusting, hurtful things, and they planned on selling me to some Middle Eastern assholes or something. I thought I was going to die there or in some foreign country by some sick rapist animal. Twelve weeks went by, I hadn’t a clue how long. I just wished for death to come and take the pain, the fear away.”

  “How did you get free?” Knight asked.

  “My brothers and cousins used all their resources at the time, with help from federal agents, which is why you couldn’t find out about this incident. It’s classified in the files on everyone’s ends. What they found out is that my father, was laundering money and supporting some sort of terrorist operation along with his partner, a silent one at the time, Fredrico Porcini. Him and a guy, Topaz, were in charge.”

  “Topaz?” Leif asked, and his brothers all looked angry and Leif looked different.

  “What does Topaz have to do with your abduction, and the abuse you sustained?” he asked in a hard tone.

  “Topaz is the one that took me. He’s the one that was in charge and ordered the men to do the things they did to me, and him and Porcini made arrangements for me to be sold, and my father helped them,” she said to him.

  Leif released her hand and stood up. He started to pace and then he roared and she was scared. His brothers jumped up and tried to calm him while Flynn pulled her against his chest.

  “My God, baby, that’s why you have PTSD. You’re lucky to be alive, too,” he said, adding the too.

  “Leif, what is it?” she asked him.

  “She’s alive, Leif, and you are, too. Focus on that. On you being here together and the significance of this all,” Knight told him.

  “The significance? I want him dead even more,” he roared. Tears fell from her eyes.

  “Leif, I’m okay. I fought to get better, to live and make the changes needed to ensure I would never be a victim like that again.”

  He stared at her, then went to her and lowered down to face her. “Baby, I’m going to kill Topaz. It’s been my goal for several years now, and knowing he’s the one that caused you such pain along with your father and Porcini, I’m going to make it a reality,” he said to her. She cupped his cheek, and shook her head.

  “No Leif. I don’t want you using your resources and energy to focus on that.”

  He shook his head. “My scars, Jo. These,” he said and grabbed her hand and pressed them against the scar on his neck, then on his face and eye. “Topaz caused them. I should have died by his hands, as well.”

  The shock that hit her heart, her body, made her gasp. Her brain lost focus and her mouth fell open, and she could see the tears in Leif’s eyes and she knew in that moment that this was fate. They were meant to live to be together, to be lovers. Something beautiful and good was coming out of the evil pain from both of their pasts. She reached out and stroked his cheek. “Your PTSD?” he nodded. A tear fell.

  She leaned forward, unable to express the emotions he felt in words and she kissed him. She pressed her lips firmly to his and eased closer. He lifted her up, swooped her into his arms and carried her from the pool area. His brothers followed, and instead of going to the first set of doors, he walked straight along the patio to the second set. Knight hit a code on the keypad on the wall and the sliders unlocked. He pushed through the curtains and there was a huge king sized bed. He placed her feet on the floor. He held her cheeks between his hands.

  “We’re meant to be, baby. This is crazy. Please say you want to make love to us.”

  “I do. I want to,” she said, and he kissed her tenderly, then turned her slightly to the left when she felt the second set of hands on her. Flynn kissed her shoulders as he unzipped her dress. Leif released her lips, and stepped back as her dress fell to the rug and all four men looked hungry for her body.

  “Sweet Jesus, woman, you are fucking perfection,” Cavanaugh said.

  “She’s meant to be ours. Forget all the other lovers. This is it. You’re going to be ours forever,” Flynn said.

  Leif pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth and she held his hips as Flynn pushed her panties off of her. She wore no bra with the strapless dress. He eased his palm along her ass and lowered down behind her.

  “Do we need condoms?” Flynn asked as his brothers got undressed.

  “I’m on the pill,” she said to them as Leif trailed his mouth along her neck, then to her chest to one of her nipples and tugged and suckled. She shivered and felt the goosebumps, felt her pussy leak cream, and then fingers slid into her pussy from behind. “Flynn.” She moaned and bent slightly.

  Leif pulled off his shirt, and she caught sight of Cavanaugh and Knight, naked, sexy with muscles galore and hunger in their eyes. She needed to tell them how special this was.

  “Oh god.” She moaned.

  “So tight and wet. We’re going to fill you up tonight, Jo. Make love to you, claim you as our woman, fill up every fucking hole,” Flynn said, and stroked a finger from her pussy over her asshole.

  “Oh Flynn, yes, yes I want that. Never had anything like this before,” she said.

  “Oh, we are going to put all your other lovers to shame, woman,” Knight said, and kissed her lips as Leif undressed. Knight brought her hand to his cock as Flynn continued to stroke her pussy faster and faster.

  He plunged his tongue into her mouth and she stroked his cock with her hand. It was overwhelming. “We’re yours, too, baby. Explore us. Claim us your men,” Leif said, and she saw him stroking his cock.

  “Be sure to tell us what you lik
e most. What turns you on in bed most,” Cavanaugh said to her.

  “I don’t know what turns me on most,” she said, and Flynn eased his fingers from her pussy, and Leif lifted her up and lowered her to the bed. Flynn undressed as Cavanaugh and Knight climbed onto the bed and raised her arms above her head and started exploring her breasts, while Leif feasted in her pussy.

  She was caught up in the sensations as his tongue swirled and poked in and out of her cunt and along her clit. It was wild, and he even stroked his tongue along her asshole as he spread her thighs then feasted along her groin.

  “Don’t be shy. You tell us what makes you wild. What you like your lovers to do to you,” Flynn asked, standing by the edge of the bed.

  Cavanaugh suckled her nipple harder and tugged. She moaned her first release, and Leif licked and sucked her cream.

  “Oh God, I don’t know. No other lovers. You’ll be the first.” She cried out again when all ministrations stopped. She looked at them as she lay on the edge of the bed, legs spread wild, hands on her breasts on her pussy, and Flynn’s eyes squinting.