Sons of Justice 11: If Love Was Real (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  He squeezed her hips under the robe she wore, then maneuvered his way up making her robe come undone.

  “You’re so sexy fired up,” he said, and she squinted at him, giving him an expression that said she didn’t know if he was being a wise guy or not.

  “Good for you, Marianna. Maybe we can help you figure out that budget so you’re all set this week,” Cast said to her.

  Slova slid his palms up to her breasts. She pushed off the desk and pressed closer to him. She ran her fingers through his hair and he slid one of his palms to her ass.

  “I can just imagine you in some sexy business dress, coming home to our place, and into our home office. We can bend you over the desk and…

  “Slova.” She slapped his shoulder and pulled away from him, closed up her robe, and the others laughed.

  “Hey, I was imagining a sexy scene, where the hell are you taking off to?” he asked. She tied her robe tight and then walked into her kitchen.

  Slova looked at the team and winked.

  “Come on, baby, it’s going to be fun. You’ll say something to piss off Flame or Yani, and then they’ll place you over their laps at their desks and spank your ass. Cast and I can come in with lube and get you all ready for your full punishment.” He walked into the kitchen and pressed up against her back. He gripped her hands and pressed them flat to the top of the table and bent her lower as he kissed her neck, and then ran his palms along her thighs and used his fingers to stimulate her.

  “You’ll keep your hands just like this as he lifts your skirt to your hips, spreads your thighs, and you’ll stick your ass out in acceptance to our fingers, our mouths, and our cocks.”

  “Oh God,” she said, and moaned. He thrust his fingers up into her cunt and rocked his hips against hers. She was bent over the table, her robe to her waist.

  “Oh yeah. I’ll make sure we have a lot of tubes of lube in every room around the house,” Cast said, joining him by the table.

  He slid his palm up and down her thigh.

  “How do you do this to me? How do you make me keep wanting each of you, all of you inside of me constantly?” she asked, and then moaned as Slova slid a wet finger from her cunt to her asshole. He pushed right in, and whispered against her ear and neck. “Because you belong to us, and we belong to you. Nothing can destroy that, baby. Nothing at all,” he said, and suckled against her neck as she thrust her hips back against his fingers.

  “Pull this off the rest of the way,” Cast said, and then she lifted up, her breasts fully exposed to Flame and Yani who joined them.

  “Now that is a sexy sight I can get used to,” Yani said, as he reached out and cupped a breast.

  Slova undid his pants and shoved them down. “And this, is a position I’ll never get enough of,” he said, then replaced fingers with his cock and slid right into her pussy from behind. Marianna gripped the table, and Slova made love to her right there in the kitchen.

  She said she didn’t know how they could make her want them inside of her all the time, well, Slova didn’t know how Marianna had the ability to affect him so much. How she made him want to be inside of her all the time and love her every minute they could. Whatever it was, he wanted more of it, and he would never give up Marianna to anyone.

  * * * *

  Marianna awoke, feeling the emptiness on one side of the bed. It was where Flame had been sleeping next to her. She looked around the room and saw him standing there naked and looking out the small window in her bedroom. She slid from Slova’s embrace, but he must have opened his eyes and seen where she was going as she got up, walked to Flame and wrapped her arms around his waist. He tightened up only a moment, and then she kissed his back, and his sides.

  “Are you okay?” she whispered.

  “Fine,” he said, but she could sense that he wasn’t. He had been off since the call earlier today. Since hearing about his friends who had been killed while serving. The thought bothered her, made her fear for their safety, and wonder when they might have to leave her, and for how long.

  “Are you thinking about your friends and that phone call?” she asked, and he lifted his arm, pulled her toward the front of him, and then lifted her up to straddle his waist. She gripped onto his shoulders as he pressed her ass against the shelf below the window. He stared down into her eyes and she was shocked at the emotions she saw in his eyes.

  “You should be resting. Are you sore?” he asked, concerned as usual. She supposed she was going to have to get used to that with these four men.

  “I’m good. The bath helped. It’s you I’m worried about.” She cupped his cheek then stroked his jaw. He narrowed his eyes at her. “Never worry about me. I’m fine.”

  “Hmm, then how could you leave me, leave us in bed so easily? Don’t like snuggling or something?” She pressed her palm to his chest, and then her face to his neck and snuggled close, and kissed his skin. He cleared his throat.

  “Just couldn’t sleep. It’s every night, and has nothing to do with you,” he said to her.

  “Is it because of your experiences in the service?”

  “Something like that. No need to ask questions.”

  “Well, are you upset about your friends?”

  “My cousin,” he replied, and she didn’t understand.

  “Your cousin? What?”

  “It was my cousin who was killed. Jeb was my cousin,” he said. She was shocked.

  “What? Oh my God, Flame, why didn’t you say something right away? What about your family? Do you need to talk to them to see them?”

  He shook his head. “It will be dealt with accordingly,” he said, and stared at her face and into her eyes. Her eyes welled up with tears and he squinted at her. She cupped his cheeks with her hands and stared into his eyes, his face, trying to read him. She didn’t get it. It was his cousin, why no tears, no emotions?

  “Don’t. It’s part of being a soldier. These things happen, and it will be resolved.”

  “Resolved? These things happen? Seriously? He’s your cousin.”

  “Don’t, Marianna.”

  “Don’t what? Wonder how you can’t react to this? Why you aren’t emotional over it?”

  “I’m a man, a soldier, a leader to my men and others. No need for tears, what needs to be done will be done.” He cupped her cheek and then used his other hand to caress strands of hair from her cheek. “You’ll need to be strong, too. When we leave for a mission, you’re the woman of four SOJ soldiers and have to be strong, not weak.”

  She gulped, and more tears filled her eyes. “You’re going on a mission?”

  “It will happen. Caprico is discussing operations with Spartan.”

  Then it hit her.

  “Oh my God, you mean to seek revenge? To go after the men that killed your cousin and the others?” she asked.

  He gripped her hips and stared into her face. “No questions. You do as ordered.

  “You could get killed. All of you,” she said.

  “No, we won’t get killed.”

  “How can you say that? Your cousin, the others, you said were Special Forces. Commandos. That’s crazy capable military titles. The best.”

  “SOJ are the best,” he replied.

  She didn’t know what to say, or what to do, so she hugged him tight and he caressed her back and her ass. He slid fingers to her pussy and she lifted higher, and climbed a little higher up his body. He leaned her back onto the windowsill and wide shelf there.

  “Lean back,” he told her, and she did as he lifted her thighs from under her knees and spread her. Her back hit the cool glass of the window.

  He licked his lips and stroked fingertips over her pussy lips.

  “There’s a lot you have to learn. I understand that,” he said, and leaned forward to lick her nipple. When she reached up to caress his cheek and head he pulled away. “Hands back, give me access to all of you,” he said to her.

  She panted for breath, completely aroused by Flame’s authority, his personality and demands as le
ader, as a soldier of SOJ. She did as she was ordered. She leaned back, used her palms to keep her steady on the shelf, but her ass and pussy were off of it and his fingers were sliding from her pussy to her ass. He kept stroking her and used his thighs to widen hers. “You’re beautiful and sexy. I feel very possessive of you, Marianna.”

  “I feel possessive of you, too, and of Cast, Slova, and Yani,” she whispered. He looked at her breasts and her nipples hardened more. Then she felt his fingers slide into her pussy further, then pull out, and one digit pushed into her asshole.

  “Oh, Flame. Flame, please,” she said, and tilted her pelvis forward.

  He pulled them out, lifted her up off the windowsill and turned around and lowered her to the bed. He spread her thighs wide and held her gaze as he thrust his thick, hard cock right up into her cunt.

  “Oh.” She hissed. He slid his palms up her arms and held them above her head. In this position with her arms up high, her thighs spread wide and his thick, hard body thrusting into her cunt in slow, deep spurts, she felt owned, protected, possessed, and she loved it. She loved the way the four men demanded submission, and how wet it made her. So as he rocked into her pussy, he lowered his mouth and head to the crook of her neck and whispered to her.

  “You heal me, baby. You take away my sadness and my pain, and heal me,” he said, and her own tears fell, as her heart swelled with adoration and love.

  This had to be love, and it certainly was real. “I love you, Flame. I love how it feels to have you so close, so deep inside of me. I love it,” she admitted.

  He rocked faster, deeper, and lifted up, released her arms and she hugged him as they made love slowly, gently. When they locked gazes as they rocked their hips, their lips parted, their emotions similar. She moaned her release and he grunted his, then held her tight, as she slid from her body and kept her wrapped up against him until he caught his breath, and then went to the bathroom to get a washcloth and towel. After they cleaned up, he climbed back into bed and she snuggled close against him with her back to his front. She closed her eyes and hoped she brought him the same peace of mind and happiness as Flame brought her.

  Chapter Nine

  “I don’t think you’re the right team to approve for this mission,” Spartan stated firmly.

  “Why not?” Flame asked, arms behind his back in a relaxed stance.

  “Why do you think?” Hans asked him.

  Flame bit the inside of his cheek.

  “I’m not sure. You know my men and I are more than capable of handling things. Tat, Basile, Vacarro, and Spadaro are slowly getting back to handling things now that Talia is feeling a lot better. We’re not really needed. Any men could do the job required on campground. This was my cousin who was killed, our friends, and the situation is critical. We know how to infiltrate quietly, discretely, and without detection. Caprico can have a team of my choosing ready to assist and go in with us,” Flame said, and then looked at his team.

  They had discussed their options this afternoon before coming here and after speaking with Marianna about the possibility of them leaving. She was concerned, upset, but she gave them support and respected their positions and their need to do something to help.

  “And how does Marianna Cord feel about this?” John asked him and then looked at the others. Brye and Nolan stood by the side next to Yani and Cast. Slovan was near Flame, Spartan, Hans, and John, all in the main meeting room on campground.

  “What do you mean?” Flame asked.

  “You damn well what I mean. I was giving you men the opportunity, the time to figure things out, and then come to me and discuss the protocol. So where do things stand with her?” Spartan asked.

  “Things are new,” he replied.

  “That’s not what he means. She’s a beautiful young woman, and I emphasize the word young,” John added with attitude.

  Flame looked at his men. “She knows about this situation. About my cousin getting killed, and about us potentially going in to assist with eliminating this terrorist group that has been ambushing soldiers. We know from Caprico that this team my cousin was a part of, wasn’t the only team ambushed within the last year.”

  “Exactly, Flame. Which is why I’m not ready to sign off on a mission like this. It could be a death trap, and then what? We lose four additional good men on a suicide mission because you want justice for your cousin’s death?”

  “It’s more than that. Now that this situation happened, and you were already aware of the buzz about a terrorist cell operation targeting US military soldiers training local military there, then this was going to become an SOJ operation sooner than later. Instead of trying to figure out what team to send, you have a team right here more than prepared and trained to eliminate the threat. We go in like ghosts. No military labels, no tourist labels. Travel at night, infiltrate through the jungles. Capricorn is working on satellite images of military camps where this cell is hiding out,” Flame said to them.

  “If we can’t figure out where they are, and take them out within two weeks, then we won’t be able to do it at all. Two weeks. That’s what we’re asking for,” Cast said to them.

  Spartan looked at them then at John, Hans, Brye, and Nolan.

  He waited, and Flame held his gaze.

  “I’ll talk with Caprico, and more details, then I’ll decide what the next steps are and whether it’s necessary to go in there, and whether or not you and your team are right. I don’t need you all hot-headed, looking for revenge and not being prepared mentally as well as physically.”

  “We’ll be prepared,” Yani said.

  “Well, let’s leave it at this for now. Back to Marianna. What’s the deal? You know the rules of Repose and of SOJ.” Spartan crossed his arms in front of his chest.

  Flame looked at his brothers-in-arms. His team.

  “If any men come sniffing around while we’re gone, you all better set them straight and send them on their way. She’s our woman. We plan on asking for guardianship,” Slova said to them.

  Spartan smirked slightly.

  “Plan on doing that when?”

  “When the time is right,” Cast replied.

  “You always have to do shit the hard way, don’t you? God damn, and robbing the fucking cradle no less,” Hans said, and the men chuckled.

  “Don’t start that shit with us. You guys aren’t exactly close to Cherokee’s age either,” Slova said back to Hans.

  “No, we aren’t. Welcome to the cradle robbing club. Lucky fucking bastards indeed,” Hans said, and reached his hand out to shake Flame’s first, and then they all shook hands and talked about the women, about how lucky they were, and about claiming guardianship of Marianna. When they ended their meeting, Flame looked at his watch.

  “We should go over the supplies we need to add to the equipment we’ll have to bring if we get this mission. Anything we don’t have, or we need to update, we can get through supplies here on campground. We’ll go see Philippe, Thor, and Stack for some good shit,” Flame said to them.

  “We should text Marianna. She was going to the spring fair in town and then taking her mom and aunt to lunch,” Yani said.

  “She didn’t seem too keen on letting her mom know about us yet. Thinking showing up and meeting her is a no-no,” Slova said.

  “That’s all she’ll need. Her mom and aunt giving her shit about four men and a ménage not working out,” Cast added, and they agreed.

  “Okay, just text her that our meeting is over, we’re working on some things, and ask if she wants to meet up for dinner?” Flame said to Yani.

  “Got it,” Yani said and then they headed out of the building.

  * * * *

  “So all these ménage relationships work out then?” Her mom asked Marianna as her and her aunt sat at a table in the Filling Station.

  “They seem to. I haven’t heard of any that haven’t worked out,” Marianna replied, then took a sip from her glass of iced tea.

  “Well, it figures it would take more than one m
an to perfect the art of a good relationship. Has to be something wrong with the men if you ask me,” Aunt Stella said to them, and then took a sip from her drink as she looked around them. “Maybe it’s the woman with the problems. You know, screwed up, weak, in need of protection and guidance. I don’t get it though. Got to be exhausting to have to be at the beck and call of several men,” she said to them.

  Marianna was completely uncomfortable with this conversation so she changed the subject. “So, as I explained earlier, Tiana will be by tomorrow to give you some pointers on cleaning up the house, and what has to be fixed. I’ll try to do those changes or get some help, but I’m working tomorrow at the club and then have a different thing I’m doing next week starting Monday,” Marianna said, and then heard her phone beep with a text message.

  At first, she thought it may be Truman again, he wanted her to come by today to fill out paperwork, but she told him she was at the fair and dressed casually. She wore a nice slim fitting floral wrap around dress that was light and hugged her figure, but dipped down low in front showing off her abundant breasts. She wore several necklaces and even bangle bracelets on her wrists and had a light jean jacket on with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms. It was a pretty outfit with a pair of designer cowgirl boots in light brown to match. She wanted to look good in case she met up with Cast, Slova, Yani, and Flame later, but she wasn’t exactly dressed in business attire. Truman said it was fine and that it was just paperwork in the office. So after she dropped off her mom and aunt, she would head to the office. She looked at her phone as the women talked about the Filling Station.