Healing Hearts 7: Anything for Their Love

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

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  “There’s no reason for you to be here,” she said to Kinchley and Kernan. They stood in her living room, arms crossed, looking superior and on a mission.

  “That isn’t true at all,” Kernan said, and then there was a knock on her door. Kernan answered it, and there was Conan. She threw her hands up in the air, and it cost her. “Ow!” she exclaimed and held her chest and side, her hand over the ice packs taped there.

  “Get into the bathroom. Let’s take a look,” Conan ordered.

  “What? Conan, no, I’ll handle this,” she said to him.

  “You won’t be honest about the severity of it. I know you, remember. Now move it,” he said and ushered her toward her bathroom.

  She stopped short.

  “Wait one damn minute, Conan. Who the hell do you three think you are, coming into my home and ordering me around? I’m tired, achy, and all I want to do is close my eyes and sleep. You should go home and do the same thing,” she stated, but as she looked at the three men, she took a retreating step back. She knew those looks. Holy God Almighty did she know those looks. They were trained military men. Killers who were resourceful, stubborn, set in their ways, and when they had a mission or wanted something, they got it. When had she become a mission to them?

  Kinchley squinted at her. “Get your ass in that bathroom now, Brook. Don’t make me repeat that order.”

  Kinchley, holy God, my panties are wet. The man was so fierce looking, with dark blue eyes, a firm, muscular jaw, was in need if a shave, with dark hair and an heir of machoness that came with being a soldier and SWAT officer. She knew the types. They did what they wanted when they wanted and fear wasn’t in their vocabulary. He was the epitome of sexiness, manliness, muscles, guns, and glory all in one. She knew to choose her battles wisely.

  She started walking toward her bathroom, body shaking, nipples hardening, and the pain from the bruising on her breast and chest simmered to an ache. This was about to get complicated.

  Kernan and Kinchley followed. She turned to stop them.

  “Hold up. I’m not taking my top off with the three of you here. I can handle this alone, really. It’s what I’ve always done. Alone.”

  Kernan eyed her over and then reached out and stroked her cheek. “You’re not alone anymore. No one looked at the additional injury, and you didn’t let Duggy, either, which is good for him, because I would have had to knock his lights out for checking out your body. A body that my brothers and I plan on exploring thoroughly, very soon.”

  Her eyes widened and she went to respond in a shocked manner, but he continued, “We know what we’re looking for.”

  “We’ve been shot before, with and without the vest, so we can tell if you need follow up medical help,” Kinchley added. She still wasn’t over him kissing her in the building, and Kernan, as well. Then, of course, Conan, in front of everyone, kissed her. Shit. She was suddenly scared, plus what they said about a more severe injury. She didn’t know. Could they be right?

  They walked into her large bedroom, and she turned on the light. She was shaking. They were such intimidating men. They took up the master bathroom, making her feel claustrophobic. Three large, superior men. One retired Special Forces and now a SWAT commander, one retired Green Beret and detective, and one retired Navy Seal and SWAT commander. As she entered the bathroom, Conan stepped closer. She stepped back, her rear hitting the counter.

  “Conan, I really think I can handle this alone,” she insisted, and he shook his head.

  “I need to make sure that you’re okay,” he said softly and reached out and stroked her hair. He brushed his thumb along her bottom lip. “You scared the hell out of us today. I need to make sure that you’re not more injured then you let on. I need to,” he repeated.

  “I’m not your responsibility.”

  “You are, and it’s beyond me being in charge of this case. You’ve pushed me away long enough. Can’t you see how much I care about you? How much my brothers want you, too? Stop being so fucking stubborn and just take the chance and let us help you. Slow and easy.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’ve never done slow and easy in your life, Conan. You demand and you order. Part of the reason why we didn’t work out, besides you cheating on me, was your jealousy and constant insecurity about my commitment to you. So, don’t stand here and tell me to take a chance on you again.”

  He ran his fingers through his hair and turned and growled low. “I didn’t fucking cheat on you. I didn’t. I know it looked that way, but that isn’t how it went down.”

  “I don’t need this right now.”

  “We need to do this. To get it out in the open.”

  “Oh, you were pretty fucking out in the open and with her hand down your pants and you cupping her cheeks as she moaned right there by the fucking bar, Conan. So, don’t try to lie about it.” She shoved at his chest and then cringed from the motion. She closed her eyes, and a moment later, he was pulling her into his arms and hugging her to him. His mouth was against her ear and neck.

  “I’m so fucking sorry, baby. So sorry I hurt you. But please, Brook, please hear me out. It was a setup,” he said and then suckled against her neck, caressed her ass and back, and she couldn’t seem to resist the attraction. It was like her body, her soul, knew that they would always be one and have this connection. But how could she forgive him? How could she not be hurt by him even meeting that woman when he was the one who was so protective of her? She sighed.

  “I’m too tired, too mentally and physically drained to handle this right now. Please go. Please let me be alone. I’m better alone,” she whispered.

  “No, you aren’t better alone, and I’m not leaving you. I’m not giving up on you, on fate that put us back together, working together, and brought you to my brothers and into their hearts, as well. We’ll go slow, baby. Please just let me make sure that you’re okay? That it’s just bruising and nothing more?”

  She was too tired to fight, and her emotions, her love for this man that she tried to hide, was just too powerful to say no and demand he leave right now. Truth be told, his touch was healing, and his brothers brought out the same desire and reaction, as well.

  She nodded.

  “We need to make sure,” Kernan added.

  She glanced at him and Kinchley, who had his arms crossed in front of his chest. He was fierce looking and definitely affected her. Conan began to undo the bandages and the ice packs with Kernan’s help. The graze of their fingertips against her skin aroused her senses, and she held tight and tried to be strong and resist the urge to touch them back, to inhale more deeply and absorb their colognes and their masculinity. They were super sexy hot. She heard the female officers and other women make comments about them. It angered her and made her jealous, but she was also fearful and untrusting. She hadn’t truly realized how much she was affected trust-wise by Conan’s actions two years ago. The simple fact that he lied to her and went to meet his ex for whatever reason was enough to put up the walls.

  As they placed the ice and bandages into the sink, she exhaled.

  “That was so cold,” she said, and Conan licked his lips and then looked at her skin. She could feel how sore her breast was. Right under the mound and against her ribs. She wanted to cup her breast and just lift it to maybe stop the ache.

  “Tank top off,” he said, and he and Kernan began to slowly lift it up. She raised her arms up and cringed.

  “Oh God. Oh shit,” she hissed as they removed it. She was standing there in front of the three very tall, charismatic men only wearing her dress pants and a bra. She turned toward the mirror and bent down slightly, cupped the bra, and felt the pain.

  “Shit.” When she felt fingers on the clasp, she gasped. “Kernan.”

  “Trust us,” he whispered, and tears hit her eyes.

  “You trusted Kernan and me to get you through the building and out to safety. You can trust us to care for you now,” Kinchley said, and Conan wrapped his arm around her w
aist and kissed her shoulder and then her neck.

  “I was scared today. Scared that I could lose you, and that my brothers and I wouldn’t get to tell you what we’re feeling and what we want.”

  She stared at him through his reflection in the mirror. The feel of his palm on her taut belly sent tingling sensations throughout her body. She adored him, and she was feeling the same attraction to Kinchley and Kernan, as well.

  “What do you mean, what you’re feeling and what you want?” she asked, and he continued to kiss her neck and smooth his palm along her belly.

  “Trust us. We won’t hurt you,” Kernan said as Conan pulled back and unclipped her bra. She immediately cupped both breasts and hissed.

  “Let it go.”

  She had tears in her eyes. She was scared. Scared to trust them, to let down her guard, and to allow them to see her body and know they would want her. She stared at Conan as she faced him and his brothers.

  Kernan took her hand. “Let it go so we can see the damage and help you.” He pressed closer and lowered his mouth to her chest, right on the mound, before the material of her bra. She closed her eyes, and then Conan cupped her cheeks and pressed his mouth to hers.

  “Let it go,” Kinchley said, and Conan eased from her lips as Kernan slid the strap off her shoulder and her bra fell away from her breasts.

  “Fuck,” Kinchley said softly and moved closer. She glanced down, and holy hell, her breast was bruised and ugly. She covered both of her breasts as best she could with her hands, and it stung to apply the hard pressure.

  “No. Uncover it and let me get a closer look,” Kinchley said, and Kernan stepped aside. Kinchley softly stroked her skin and looked up at her as he lowered to his knees. She couldn’t resist. The attraction was so deep, so intense she reached for his head and then brushed her finger along his jaw.

  His hands stroked her waist and her ribs, and she shivered with desire.

  His eyes looked away from her breast a moment and locked onto her eyes. Just then, he leaned closer and licked her nipple, shocking her. He swirled his tongue over it and stroked her hips with the pads of his thumbs, then slid them up her ribs to her breasts and teased her, took away the pains and the aches somehow.

  “Kinchley.”

  “You are so sexy and gorgeous. I don’t like bruises on you, woman. I know you’re supposedly all badass and shit, but no woman of mine is going to be sporting bruises like this.”

  She gasped, and he suckled a little harder, making her lean forward only for Kernan to cup her cheeks and hold her gaze. “He’s right. As our woman, this shit has to stop.” He kissed her, tenderly then deeply, trying to draw her in so she would trust them. Conan stroked her back and then her hair. Kinchley suckled her breast as they reached for her pants and undid the button and zipper. They pushed her pants down, and then her panties. She tried pulling back but then thought better of it. This felt so good and so right. She would stop them from going too far. Maybe.

  When fingers stroked into her pussy, she pulled back and gasped for air. “Oh God, Conan,” she exclaimed.

  “Go with it. You’re fucking gorgeous. Holy shit, you’re so hot and sexy,” Kernan told her, and then cupped her cheeks and began to kiss her once again. She couldn’t take it. It was too much. The three of them touching her, kissing her, arousing her body. She gripped Conan’s wrist as he stroked her cunt and suckled against her neck, and she held onto Kinchley’s shoulder while he suckled her breast and Kernan kissed her, and she came. Just like that, she exploded.

  “Fuck,” Conan cursed, and then lowered down as Kinchley lifted her up by her hips, and a second later she felt Conan’s mouth on her cunt. How the hell did they do this? How did they place her where they wanted as if she were light as a feather and—

  “Oh!” She cried out her release as Conan suckled her pussy hard and stroked his tongue in deeply while sliding a finger into her asshole. Kernan started giving orders.

  “To the bedroom. Spread her out on the bed so we can all taste every fucking inch of her,” he demanded. Conan slid his mouth and fingers from her body, and Kinchley lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. She clung to him, felt the cool air collide against her asshole and pussy. She was incredibly turned on by his hard, stone-like muscles in his shoulders and biceps, and his cologne was enticing, as well. Her back hit her bed, and he was between her legs, then cupping her cheeks.

  “You came out of nowhere. I want to get to know you, Brook. I want to protect you and make you happy,” he said to her and pressed his lips to hers. He then trailed his mouth along her breasts and then to her uninjured one and suckled the tip.

  “Kinchley. Oh God, we shouldn’t be doing this. This is a bad idea,” she said, and then gasped from Kinchley’s ministrations.

  “No, it isn’t. The timing is perfect. We’ve waited our whole lives for you, Brook,” Kernan said and pulled off his shirt, revealing hard muscles and some scars that looked like gunshot wounds. His expression was hard, seasoned, and she knew they were older. Much older than her, and she found them sexier because of it.

  “Don’t hold back out of fears from our time together. I never stopped loving you, Brook. Never,” Conan said, and he shoved down his pants and gave Kinchley a tap to his shoulder. “I need another taste,” he said, and Kinchley moved to the side of her, raised her arm above her head, and sucked a little harder on her breast.

  “Kinchley.”

  “God damn, baby, I missed you,” Conan said and lowered down, used his palms to spread her thighs wider and over his shoulders before he plunged his tongue deeply into her cunt. He curled his tongue and moaned into her pussy, making her thrust her hips upward and against his mouth. When he slid his tongue along her asshole, she shook and came.

  “Conan!” she cried out.

  “My turn, and then we claim her, make love to her,” Kernan said, and Conan nipped her clit before he moved to the side and Kernan took his place.

  “So wet and accepting. Your body knows, Brook. Knows this pussy is meant for our cocks, and this asshole, too. We’re going to fill you up, mark every inch of you so every fucking guy knows that you’re ours,” he said, and then plunged his tongue into her depths. She moaned and gripped his hair with one hand, but then Conan was there, stroking her other breast, looking at the bruises.

  “I never ever stopped loving you. You need to know that. Need to know that nothing happened that night with Lisa and me. She set that up. She took advantage of my kindness, of me showing up because she said she went out on a date and the guy struck her. I got was going to tell you about it afterwards, and then you show up, and she’s trying to get me to stay when I saw she lied. She’s crying, and pushing herself on me, and fuck, Brook, I’m sorry. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have gone to see her.”

  Kernan and Kinchley stopped what they were doing and looked at Brook.

  “You broke my heart.”

  “You broke mine, too,” he replied, and they stared at one another. “But then we met that night, and you knew like I did that we can’t fight this attraction, this desire and need. I knew that and I wanted to have you meet my brothers. Look at them, Brook. Look into their fucking eyes and see what you see in mine. Honesty, truthfulness, desire, lust, hunger, and need. It isn’t just sex to them. They don’t just want to fuck you and claim you because they see that other guys want to. They want more. They want it all with you, and so do I. It’s equal and it’s there and we want to make you our woman. We want to see where this leads. Let go, baby. Trust us,” Conan said.

  Kernan gripped her hips and pulled her lower on the bed. She gasped.

  He slid his palm up and down her hips and to her belly.

  “You have one hell of a body on you, sweetness. You also have my dick so fucking hard. How does this feel? Having three men like us begging to claim you, to explore every inch of you? How does that control feel, baby?” he asked and gave her hips a little shake. She gasped and felt her pussy cream.

  Conan slid a finger along her g
roin and right to her cunt. He dipped a digit in.

  “You’re wet and ready for us, aren’t you?” he asked.

  “Condoms? Do we need them?” Kinchley asked her. She looked at Conan and then his brothers.

  “Do I, Conan? I haven’t been with anyone.”

  He squinted his eyes at her. “What?”

  “No one. No other man but you ever, Conan.”

  He lowered over her and cupped her cheeks.

  “Me either. Not one woman in two fucking years, Brook. Two fucking years, because I only ever wanted you.” He pressed his mouth to hers, and she kissed him back. He slid to the side still kissing her.

  “I need in, Brook. What are we doing? Do you accept the three of us?” Kernan asked, and Conan released her lips and held her gaze. She looked at Kernan and at Kinchley.

  “I accept. I want to feel more.”

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  Kernan took his time. As bad as the need was to claim her, to fill her up with his cock and mark her in a possessive manner to send word that she was taken, he didn’t want to rush. He wanted her to feel what he was feeling. The shock, the intensity, and the deep pull toward one another. He looked at the bruises, and he didn’t like seeing them on her, but then he looked at all her muscles, her toned, defined arms, her tight abs, the belly ring, and the definition in her thighs. She was strong, empowered, and independent. They would clash heads big time.

  He caressed her breasts and then smoothed his palm up to her neck and then her jaw. He gripped it as he lowered over her body. His cock tapped against her wet pussy lips.

  “You got a hold of me already, baby, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” Her lips parted, obliviously turned on by his words, and he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair and met his kisses with need of her own. Her pussy lifted to his cock. He released her lips.

  “I’m going to learn every inch of this sexy body. Every freckle, every dip and muscle, and every sensitive spot that will have you screaming my name and begging for mercy.”