York squeezed her shoulder and Athena squeezed Harper’s hand in support. “It will be just fine. They love you not only because of your beauty and sexy body, but your strength and spunk. You’re tough, Harper. You don’t take any crap, but with them you’re safe and free. That’s why love is so amazing and feels so good,” Athena said to her.
“I suppose I need to be strong in front of them so they don’t feel bad or worry.”
“Exactly,” York said, and then she walked away to help the staff.
Athena took a sip from her drink. “We can hang out a bunch so you won’t feel lonely, and the time doesn’t pass so slowly, if they are leaving,” she offered.
Harper smiled. “I appreciate that, and will take you up on the offer. I’ll just need to get through this first one, and then it will get a little easier.”
“Exactly. That’s a great attitude to have. Be strong and be supportive. They’ll love you even more for that,” Athena said to her.
Harper watched Culter come over and approach Athena from behind and kiss her neck. She gasped but then smiled and reached up and stroked his cheek.
“You ready to call it a night, gorgeous?” he asked Athena.
She turned in her seat. “I’m ready if you guys are.”
“Sure are.” He winked at Athena and then looked at Harper. “Have a good night, and we’ll see you soon.” He kissed Harper goodnight, and then his brothers and her men approached to do the same.
She watched them go, and then Ferrion slid his arm around Harper’s waist and drew her in for a hug. “You ready to head out?” he asked her.
“Head out? I don’t think I can,” she said to him.
“We got this covered, Harper. Go on,” Ade told her, and he looked upset, and he also looked right at Ferrion and nodded.
“Come on, honey, let’s grab your stuff in the office and lock up,” Lextin told her and took her hand. Ferrion nodded.
The truck ride back to her place was quiet. The men tried to strike up small talk, but she knew something was up. The second they got into her place, Ferrion took her hand and led her to the couch.
“We need to talk,” he said to her, and instantly her heart felt like it stopped beating, and then pounded inside of her chest.
They sat down and the others gathered around her.
“We need to leave for a mission.” The words affected her more than she showed.
She took a few unsteady breaths and then squeezed Ferrion’s hand. “I understand.” He squinted at her. “How much time do we have before you go?” she asked him.
“An hour or so,” he replied, and it shocked her.
She stood up and reached for the buttons on his shirt. “Plenty of time to make love to my men,” she said to him, and he looked fierce, a little shocked, just a flash of that went across his face and then he lifted her up as he stood up and carried her to the bedroom.
They divested one another of their clothing at record speed. She ran her hands along his hard pectoral muscles, then cupped his cheeks and kissed him on the mouth. He cupped her breasts, tweaked the nipples as Lextin moved in behind her and lowered to his knees to kiss and lick her. She lowered her head down to take Ferrion’s cock into her mouth as he caressed her hair and Lextin slid fingers to her cunt from behind.
“You’re so strong, so beautiful and sexy. I’ll never get enough of you. Of your spunk, your body, your love for my brothers and I.” She bobbed her head up and down a little faster as she felt her pussy spasm.
“Together, as many times as we can in an hour,” Ferrion ordered, then gave her hair a tug and she released his cock. He lowered down to kiss her mouth as Lextin removed his fingers.
“I get her pussy first,” Lextin said, and Ferrion growled.
“And I get to fuck this sexy ass.” Ferrion gave her ass a slap as she turned around and then straddled Lextin’s body. She stared into his light blue eyes, along the scruff on his chin and cheeks, and that light brown hair. She ran her fingers through it as she sunk up and down onto his cock and enjoyed every stroke, every deeper connection she got from it.
Then she felt the cool liquid and fingers slide into her asshole. “You are incredible and all ours forever, Harper. Forever,” Ferrion said, and kissed her neck. He suckled against her skin, nipped her earlobe, and then replaced fingers with cock. She felt the “plop” sensation as he sunk into her asshole, his thick, hard dick penetrating and causing tingling sensations to encase her body. The bed dipped and Broaden was there with cock in hand as she moaned and came from the double penetration.
“I need that mouth, but I’m coming in that ass,” he warned her so seriously and with such a carnal expression she felt wild and hungry.
“Anything you want. Anywhere you want. I’m yours,” she said to him before she lowered her mouth to his thick cock and feasted on her man.
“She’s beautiful, and sexy, and I’m going to miss her, but when we get back we aren’t leaving this bedroom for days,” Snipe said, and ran his palms up and down her back, and then to her ass, squeezing it.
“Thrust your cocks into her faster, deeper. Make her remember us so her nights aren’t lonely. She can dream of us as we dream of her, and how perfect it feels to be one. Faster. Fuck that ass, Commander. Mark her our team’s woman,” Snipe told them, and Ferrion came with a roar. Lextin followed.
“Ours. Let’s do this,” Broaden said, and very quickly she felt Ferrion slide his cock from her asshole, making her moan aloud. Then Broaden lifted her up off of Lextin. Snipe laid down on the edge of the bed, cock in fist, and Broaden suckled her neck, squeezing her mid-section with his forearm as he placed her on top of Snipe. She cupped Snipe’s cheeks and kissed his mouth as she sunk down on his cock. He moaned into her mouth and then Broaden pulled back. She was concerned about him waiting, not taking her now, together with Snipe.
Smack.
The spank to her ass, followed by lube sliding into her asshole, made her gasp as she pulled her mouth from Snipe’s. Snipe immediately suckled her tit as he grabbed her hair and made her lower closer. She lifted up and rocked her hips back and forth over his cock as the hunger, the itch deep within her body, urged her to thrust and fuck her man. Then she felt Broaden’s large, firm hand on her hip steadying her, and then he shoved his cock right into her asshole and she came. “Broaden!” she exclaimed, and that was it.
The two men thrust up and down, in and out of her pussy and her asshole at record speed. They were grunting, moaning and nipping at her body. She moaned and cried out in ecstasy and then they followed, filling her with their seed before they held her between them and kissed her, whispering things to her about behaving while they were gone and keeping the bed warm for them. She couldn’t help the tears that filled her eyes, but she submerged them. “I love you all so very much. Be safe and come back to me. I’ll be waiting.”
Chapter 4
“I don’t get it. Why would men working for VanBuren Skoens visit a small town in Texas? What’s there that was important to them?” Federal agent Brophy Smert asked his colleagues. They were tracking some cell phone chatter going on between Armad and someone else. They were working on identifying the individual and trying to connect the dots between them and the facility the feds infiltrated. Through further investigation they came across five trucks that departed from the warehouse before the raid. They were slowly locating them, but now that they found another facility in New Jersey, a warning came up from military intel asking them to back off.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he asked and then slammed his palm onto the desk. “It seems like this is a military operation and our investigation wound up smack in the middle. We have no choice, Brophy, but to back off,” Alex said to him.
“We’ve been at this for more than a year. Our intelligence indicates this Skoens and the new guy, Armad, have terrorist ties. How are we to know if the other warehouse is holding onto explosives or other supplies to commit a terrorist attack? I mean there could be anything there.”
“Holy fuck, what do we do?” Alex asked, and the three other agents shook their heads.
“If this is military and we were told to back off we have to?” one of them said.
“What if we have information that could help them? Like this warehouse, and also these sets of homes, isolated and well hidden in upstate New York? They could be training fucking terrorist soldiers or something? Or maybe even providing safe houses for the ones who killed those soldiers? I need a fucking contact. Who sent the message to back off?” Brophy asked.
“Special Operations coordinator Stone Ryde,” Alex said. The guys whistled.
Brophy clenched his teeth. “Fuck.”
“I think our investigation was just put to a close,” Alex said to him.
“Get down!” Broaden yelled out as bullets whizzed by their heads and they took cover by the building.
“So much for sneaking up on them. What the fuck?” Snipe said as he leaned against the side of the building, gun pointed toward the enemy fire.
“A setup. Son of a bitch, this was a fucking setup!” Ferrion yelled to them, and then tapped his earpiece. “Team three, you copy?” He called to the other team. There were three of them there and no sign of Skoens. Who screwed up intel and said he was seen here in Mexico? They were going to draw the attention of the fucking local police. Fuck.
“We need to get out of here and quickly,” Lextin said, and then they heard the radio chatter. Team two and three were pulling back, local police were arriving on scene through the dirt road leading to the ton.
“Move now, we get caught and there won’t be any negotiating. We take out cops and it’s a bigger mess. Son of bitch, whoever fucked us is dead,” Ferrion mumbled low, and they quickly made their way farther from the building and passed several dead bodies.
As they got to the van and started to change their military gear to civilian and then hide their weapons, Snipe had them out of the city and on the backroads leading to their pick up location. Ferrion called it in, then heard that team two and three were on route to their pick up locations, and they all made it out alive.
“This was a fucking mess. A joke, you know that, right?” Snipe asked from the driver’s seat.
“I know it, and now I’m wondering how it was done, and who on the inside is fucking with us?”
“Ferrion, this isn’t fucking good. You know once there’s a rat, the entire operations could go under,” Lextin said.
“Right now, I want us all out of here and safely on US soil. Our commanders better have the right answers or else,” Ferrion said, and then tried to calm his breathing, but they weren’t safe yet. Not until they were out of Mexico, and out of this fucking mission.
“What the fuck do you mean it was a setup?” Stone Ryder yelled at Manny Franks who led the team that was gathering information and providing intelligence to the soldiers on the ground.
“I don’t know,” Manny said, and then looked over his shoulder through the glass windows in the office. Stone Ryder narrowed his eyes at him.
“What the fuck is going on? Do we have a rat?” he asked, low and through clenched teeth.
Manny nodded.
“Who?” Stone asked and glanced at the dozen men in the room all working on the computers and phones, gathering information, analyzing data.
“Not a hundred percent sure yet, but I’m working on it. Give me some time. I’m backpedaling, looking over each person’s data entries and cell phone usage. It isn’t going to be easy or quick.”
“Be certain or I’ll be forced to close it all down and rely on information from elsewhere. Men’s lives were put in jeopardy and whoever is involved is dead. Now figure it out and fast.”
“Aborting mission,” Corporal Sanchez said into the phone and then ended the call. He pulled the information from his computer, placed the thumb drive into the container that looked like mints, and placed it into his pocket.
As he came out of the computer lab, he spotted Lieutenant Manny Franks, or rather, the lieutenant spotted him. He gave a nod.
“You going somewhere?”
“No, sir, just heading to the bathroom and hoping there aren’t any other fuck ups,” he said straight-faced.
“Tell me about it. Ryder wants heads on a platter. Be sure you have all your shit in order, your intel log accurate because everyone will be getting checked.” He squinted at the lieutenant. “Seriously? Shit, we were asked to move on things quickly.”
“And it’s your job no matter what the pressures are that you get everything done accurately and give detailed information. I need to go check on something in the lab. Don’t take long. Our soldiers aren’t out of harm’s way just yet.”
As he watched the lieutenant go into the computer lab, Sanchez headed toward the stairs. He needed to get out while he could.
Harper looked at the clock. A week had passed since the men left for their mission. A Sunday alone and she tried not to worry or feel sad. She declined offers from York and even Athena to get together for lunch or even shopping. She had laundry to do and some tidying up, as well. She even thought about changing the comforter on the bed, making the room more romantic and appealing to the men for when they got back home. They told her how much they loved her room, the scent of her perfume, her shampoo, and the feel of hominess. She wanted them to be comfortable immediately, so she planned to change things up, put the big fluffy white comforter on the bed. She gathered her laundry and headed out to the laundry room in the hallway and then added some decorative pillows. She had pulled a few other extra pillows from her closet this week and placed them around her on the bed, trying to get the same feeling of being surrounded like she was when her men were there. It didn’t quite work and eventually exhaustion had her falling asleep.
As she walked out of the bedroom, laundry in hand, she saw that evening was closing in. The late afternoon sun blared through the windows as it began to set. She might need to make a cocktail before dinner. A glass of wine, some music, maybe even that book she had never finished could bring her some relaxation time? As she started the laundry, a last load for the day, she heard the knock on her door. She hadn’t been expecting anyone and couldn’t help but think it might be her men. But knowing them and their military resourcefulness, they wouldn’t knock. They loved sneaking in, infiltrating her bedroom or the shower, surprising her.
As she got closer, she saw the tall figure and then the blonde hair. Anderson?
She unlocked the door and looked way up at him. He appeared upset.
“Anderson, what are you doing here?” she asked and stepped back as he walked into her house. She looked past him, wondering if Brian was there, too, but he wasn’t. He placed his hands on his hips.
“Not one man, but four? The fucking Dortry men?” he asked, raising his voice.
She pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and exhaled.
“I told you it was complicated.” She walked over toward the island. “Want something to drink?” she asked, and continued to the refrigerator. She glanced at the bottle of wine and knew it would have to wait. She wished he wouldn’t be so angry.
“Out of all the fucking men in this town. All the damn soldiers, you pick those fucking asshole mercenaries? Guns for hire that kill people and fuck up operations. They are fifteen years older than you and are using you for sex.”
“What?” she asked, shocked at his outburst.
He moved closer. “This got all fucked up fast. You belong with Brian and me. Don’t be fooled by them, and don’t continue to waste your time on men who will be out of your life more times than they’ll be in your life.”
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