Soldiers of Pearl 6: A Touch of Fear (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  She widened her thighs as he rolled her to her back and lifted his pelvis. Their lips touched then pulled back, touched then pulled back again. He aligned his cock with her pussy and slowly gained access to her tight cunt as he savored the taste of her lips and the feel of the swell of her breasts against his pectoral muscles.

  He lifted and was sucked deeper until he felt the plop and the sensation of being fully seated in her cunt.

  Lips together, they both moaned in relief, both feeling the connection they longed for as if it had been days or weeks since their bodies collided like this. It was intense and a bit of fear of not being good enough entered his mind, but then Maggie began to thrust her hips upward. The sight of her, head tilted back, neck and breasts exposed as she gave control of her body over to him fed his hunger and his desire to fuck and claim her.

  He lifted up, gripped her hips, and began to thrust in and out of her pussy faster and faster. She raised her thighs higher, gripped his forearms, and moaned louder and louder. She was panting, and he continued to rock into her, trying to find relief and the feeling of satisfaction, knowing she was his woman and that every part of her mind, body, and soul belonged to him.

  “Logan. Oh God, Logan, you feel so big. I can’t breathe. Oh God.” She cried out, and he thrust even faster, lifting her hips higher as he pounded into her body, and she screamed his name as she came.

  He followed. Rocking erratically as black spots filled his sight, he clenched his eyes, growled deeply, then let go and held his cock deep in her womb. In a flash in his mind, he saw Maggie, belly round with his child and her hand over her heart where he saw a ring on her finger. He hugged her tightly and kissed her tenderly as he eased from her body.

  “That was amazing,” he whispered, scattering kisses along her cheeks and her jaw. She cupped his cheeks and held his gaze. “You’re amazing.”

  * * * *

  Logan got up from the bed, and Maggie watched him cross the room. He had an amazing body on him. Just staring at his firm ass, the way his muscles dipped in at his waist, and lines of definition following his thigh muscles had her all aroused again. She rolled onto her belly and smiled as he turned to look at her.

  “I’ll be back shortly. Breaker has something for you,” he said.

  But before she could turn, Breaker climbed over her and began to massage her shoulders. He pulled the sheets from her body, exposing her back, her ass, and thighs, and he took his time, kneading her tight muscles until she was limp and pliant beneath him. His large hands felt so good against her skin. Then, of course, his lips felt even better as he trailed them down her shoulders to her back and then her ass.

  He massaged the globes and then parted her thighs as he lifted up.

  Her pussy clenched right before his finger pressed into her pussy.

  “Someone liked their massage.”

  She bit her lip to stop the moan. He made her feel very aroused and needy for cock. She was shocked when she wondered if he would fuck her pussy or her ass then even more shocked to realize she would accept both. She wanted them to claim every inch of her and own her like a possession, like she was made for them and them only. It was so intense of an emotion that, as he thrust two fingers in and out of her pussy, she came.

  “Fuck, Maggie. You drive me insane.”

  Breaker lifted her hips and thrust his cock into her pussy from behind. He didn’t hesitate, and she didn’t mind one bit as she pushed back, only for him to thrust harder and deeper.

  She caught sight of something to her right, and then Breaker was fucking her pussy and pulling her back and to the right. She felt him stand up at the side of the bed, spread her thighs a little wider, and then thrust deeper and deeper. She was moaning and panting, loving the feel of him filling her when she felt fingers grip her chin and Bandit joined them. He was stroking his cock. His eyes were so intense, and she knew what he wanted. He pressed his cock to her lips as she lowered to take a taste and suck him.

  She licked the tip as Breaker spread her ass cheeks then pressed lube to her ass.

  She gasped, and Bandit eased his cock deeper into her mouth, making her focus on his cock and sucking him.

  Her body shivered and shook as Breaker fingered her ass while fucking her pussy from behind. They were moving together, rocking and thrusting when she felt Breaker pull his finger from her ass and then pull his cock from her pussy. The bed dipped as he raised her up, and Bandit held her hair and head so she couldn’t stop sucking his cock.

  She felt the nip at her breast then the tongue lap at the ache before Stack slid underneath her. They moved her to their liking so easily as though she was as light as a feather. She was so aroused, so needy for cock that she moaned against Bandit’s cock as Breaker slid his cock into her ass. She could hardly catch a breath when she felt Stack’s cock ease up into her cunt, and she sank down on him in desperate need to be filled.

  “So fucking perfect. God, I’ve died and gone to heaven, Maggie. You’re perfect,” Breaker said.

  They worked together, thrusting, stroking, pinching, and arousing every part of her. It was overwhelming. She didn’t know what to focus on more. Sucking Bandit’s cock, thrusting back against the hard dick in her ass, or riding Stack as he suckled her breast and pumped his hips upwards as she lost all ability to remain in control.

  Smack.

  “Let go, and we’ll catch you,” Breaker demanded as he smacked her ass while he fucked it.

  She couldn’t even move. Her inner core tightened to another height of arousal she couldn’t describe. She felt so full, so controlled and possessed, that she came hard just as Bandit shot his seed down her throat. She licked and sucked until he pulled out moaning, and then she gasped for air.

  “Come with us. Let go, and come again,” Stack demanded.

  She held his gaze as she gripped his shoulders and shoved her ass back against Breaker’s cock. Stack’s dark brown eyes looked possessive, intense, and dark as he gripped her hips and fucked her pussy as hard as Breaker was fucking her ass. Her breasts swayed side to side, her belly muscles tightened, and she cried out until she was hoarse. Stack came next, and she fell forward against him as Breaker spread her ass cheeks and thrust and thrust until he grunted out his release and came.

  She couldn’t move. She could barely breathe, never mind focus on what they were saying. Her ears were ringing, her mind a mess of emotions, and her body so weak she closed her eyes and lay motionless against Stack’s chest.

  Breaker eased from her ass, moaning softly and caressing each cheek. When he gave her ass cheek a light smack, she didn’t even move. She couldn’t even react. They’d taken every ounce of energy from her, and she didn’t care. This sensation was so amazing, and she felt safe, secure, protected like she’d never felt before.

  She thought she felt a cool washcloth against her private parts, and even that couldn’t get her to move, so she let go the rest of the way. She closed her eyes and drifted off with the sounds of their deep, masculine voices filling her mind and their hands touching her skin. She loved them so much it hurt inside to imagine not having them like this forever.

  * * * *

  “God, I hope I didn’t hurt her,” Breaker whispered as he kissed her ass cheeks and ran his tongue along the crease between them.

  He absorbed the curves of her body and how much he enjoyed exploring and fucking it. He kissed her hipbone and then her ribs as Stack remained holding her on his chest, caressing her hair. Breaker licked along her skin, loving her scent, the feel of her femininity, and being this close to her. He’d never felt so possessive and needy to claim a woman. He suckled the side of her breast, and she softly moaned but didn’t move. Stack chuckled.

  “We didn’t hurt her. She wanted it and felt the desire just as badly. That’s why it’s so perfect,” Stack said to Breaker.

  Breaker moved to the side and caressed her hair from her cheek. “I love her,” he whispered and then kissed her lips.

  “Kind of figured that from the way
you orchestrated this lovemaking session,” Bandit added as he sat on the edge of the bed, jeans unzipped, showing his boxers. He ran his hand along her ass and thigh.

  “She’s more than we ever could have hoped for.”

  “She’s going to be sore after that. You three be sure to run a hot bath and take care of her,” Logan said as he buttoned his shirt.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Downstairs to make breakfast. We can’t keep her in bed and not feed her.”

  “I kind of like the idea of keeping her in bed,” Stack said, and they all chuckled.

  “That’s because none of us have truly ever been in love before,” Logan said to them as he headed to the door.

  “So you feel it too? You love her already?” Breaker asked him.

  “No doubt about it. And you guys?” Logan asked Stack and Bandit.

  Stack chuckled. “No doubt in my mind either.”

  “I’m the one who brought us all together. You guys didn’t even want to accept the attraction you felt,” Bandit told them.

  “Oh, here we go. You know he’s going to say this shit forever,” Breaker said to them, and they laughed.

  “Doesn’t matter. We all took a big chance here, especially Maggie. Let’s not fuck this up. She always comes first. Agreed?”

  “Agreed,” they all said, and then Logan headed downstairs to make breakfast for the family.

  * * * *

  Maggie put her hair in a French braid and then put on her dress from last night. She wasn’t as sore as when she’d first woken up. But she still felt a little dazed, as if maybe she’d imagined that incredible love session with her men. Her men. She liked the sound of that.

  She walked barefoot from the bathroom and couldn’t locate her heels. Not that she felt like putting them on. She was relaxed and content. She liked their home and the masculine way they had things set up. It was definitely a household for men. Big, tall men. Every room had cathedral ceilings. The bathroom was extra large and the Jacuzzi tub and separate shower extra large as well. Her belly tightened, and a quivering awareness hit her just thinking about their bodies. She felt like such a peanut when they were around, yet she didn’t feel fragile or not enough for them.

  It was kind of funny because when she was younger, a teenager, she had become well endowed pretty quickly. Boys focused on her beasts, especially the immature ones who thought she was a freak because they were so big for her petite size. But she grew into them, and their perspective of breasts changed. But so did her perspective on the opposite sex.

  She hadn’t thought about Corbin or how he’d made her feel. Instead, she was so absorbed in how Logan, Stack, Breaker, and Bandit made her feel that nothing else even mattered. They had large hands, and it felt good when they cupped her breasts or gripped her ass when they made love to her. She didn’t want any barriers between them. She wanted to give them every part of her, and she wanted every part of them. She was kind of shocked that, in one night, she’d given them her virginity and she had oral and anal sex too. But she supposed that was expected in a ménage relationship. Wait until Cynthia, Georgia, and Dee found out. They would want to celebrate her finally letting her guard down and allowing the four men into her heart.

  She headed downstairs, listening to the heated conversation going on in the kitchen. Their deep vices echoed through the hallway. She had to laugh. Somehow they’d gotten onto the subject of who was the better marksman, all because Stack threw a rolled-up napkin across the room and it landed inside a jar.

  The moment she came in, the conversation ceased, and they looked her over, looking angry.

  She felt instantly sick, but then Breaker approached and held her hips as he bent down slightly to look her in the eyes.

  “You’re not leaving, are you?” he asked.

  She let out a sigh of relief. “This is all I have to wear, remember? I didn’t exactly plan on last night.”

  “Well, I planned on this morning.” He kissed her sweetly on the lips. When he released them, he looked her over and trailed his finger down the gap in her dress between her breasts.

  “Remember, never wear this dress again unless you’re with one of us.”

  He looked so serious and his possessiveness turned her on entirely too much.

  He raised one of his eyebrows up, waiting for a response.

  “I promise,” she said, and he smiled.

  He took her hand. “Come on and eat something. How are you feeling?”

  Stack pulled a chair out from the dining table for her to sit.

  “Hungry,” she said and could see the smoldering heat in his eyes.

  She heard a cell phone ring as she began eating the eggs and toast that Bandit had placed on a plate for her. Logan reached for his cell, looked at the face of it, and then exited the room.

  She wondered about their jobs and who they answered to as a boss who gave out assignments. She knew they’d been in the Marine Corps but didn’t entirely understand what they did now. Just that they’d helped to save her best friend and kind of made a living out of rescuing people in trouble.

  “What do you guys do exactly, for a living I mean?” she asked them.

  They got quiet, and it was Breaker who actually explained.

  “It’s kind of hard to explain, but, basically, to make it simple, we have certain talents, capabilities that individuals sometimes need in order to make sure a loved one or a person of importance is safe.”

  “Like bodyguards or something? I don’t understand. I mean I know you guys like disappear for days or weeks at a time. I remember hearing the guys at the parties ask where you were and Sunny or Perkins saying you were away on business.”

  Stack placed his arm on the back of her chair and played with the braid in her hair.

  “What we do is kind of secretive. We don’t advertise it, and most don’t try to ask. They get the hint when we don’t expand on what Breaker just told you,” Bandit said to her.

  She was instantly nervous but also curious. Maybe they were spies, or secret agents or something.

  “And that works?” she asked.

  Stack leaned forward and held her gaze. His expression was firm, serious when he spoke.

  “You need to respect Breaker’s explanation and response. It’s not necessary for you to know what we do because we couldn’t tell you even if we wanted to. It’s part of the security protocol we hold an oath to,” Stack said to her.

  She wrapped her arms around her mid section, instantly feeling nervous and scared for them.

  “Is it dangerous? Could you get hurt? Am I in danger if you told me?” she asked.

  Stack took her hand and brought it to his lips. “We would never cause you to be in danger. What we do is organized, and we’ve been doing it for years. It’s what we know and what we’re good at. You’ll always be safe with us. That I can guarantee a hundred percent.”

  “And when I’m not with you, then what?” she asked, feeling aroused not knowing exactly what they did for a living but figuring it was dangerous and they were very resourceful soldiers.

  Stack tugged on her hair, bringing her attention to him.

  “Stay close by us and you won’t have to worry,” he teased and then kissed her deeply.

  “We need to clean up and get Maggie home,” Logan said, interrupting the moment.

  She saw Breaker’s, Stack’s, and Bandit’s expressions instantly change to serious and on alert.

  “What’s going on?” Bandit asked.

  “We have a job. We need to prepare for. We leave Thursday night.”

  Stack exhaled as he stood up.

  “Are we all needed?” he asked.

  Logan looked at Maggie and then at his team. She could tell they weren’t happy, and she felt bad. She wouldn’t want them to leave her for an extended period of time. But she had her trip to Fort Worth coming up anyway.

  “Yes. We are, and it’s not negotiable.”

  “What if we don’t want to go? Can we decline this job?�
�� Bandit asked.

  “It comes from the top.”

  “Fuck,” Stack said and then walked toward the counter, turned, and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

  “Baby, we have work for a few days. Probably we’ll be back Monday,” Logan said to her as he took her hand and pulled her close.

  “I understand. I’ll miss you,” she said, and he cupped her cheeks, tilted her face up toward him, then lowered his mouth to hers. When he released her, she felt needy and breathless.

  “We’ll miss you too. If we had a choice, we wouldn’t go.”

  “I understand,” she told him. “I have a gallery event in Fort Worth next weekend anyway, so I would have to leave you guys too. This works out, but I’ll be back Sunday night.”

  He smiled at her.

  “Who are you going with?” Breaker barked, making her jump.

  She turned toward him and held his gaze. He was pissed off at the situation, and she felt annoyed too.

  “Howard, Gale, and the guys. Gale and I will be sharing a hotel room.”

  “Write down all the information. The hotel, the times of the gallery, and its location. All the phone numbers and ways to reach you,” Logan said firmly, and she felt a little intimidated.

  “Everything will be fine, Logan. You worry about your jobs, and I’ll be just fine being nervous about selling more of my art pieces and wondering if people will think they suck.” She chuckled softly in an attempt to try and lighten the intense atmosphere in the kitchen.

  Stack took her hand and pulled her close. She gasped at how firmly he pulled her into his arms.

  “You’re very talented. All your pieces sold last night, and I’m sure the others will next week.”

  “I hope so. There’s one painting I don’t want to sell, and last night I forgot all about it and to ask Howard to put it in the back room for safekeeping.”