The American Soldier Collection 4: Their Blue-Collar Girl (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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She wiped her mouth, winked at Trevor, then looked at Charlie and Dante.
“My money’s on Trevor. I think he’ll last the longest.” She stood up.
She heard the chairs move and then Trevor laughed. Strong arms lifted her up and she locked gazes with Trevor.
“Troublemaker,” he said.
“You know what we do to troublemakers, don’t you, Lori?” Charlie asked as Dante rubbed his hands together. She didn’t get it.
She felt Charlie reach underneath her and caress her ass. He held her gaze.
“Troublemakers get punished.”
Her eyes widened.
How the heck did this whole thing turn against her?
“What?” she asked.
“A spanking is in order, I think,” Dante stated as he continued to rub his thick, large hands together. She tightened her thighs as her pussy clenched in response.
“Oh boy, I think we need to talk about this,” she said as Trevor carried her out of the room and up the stairs.
“First we’re going to spank this pretty ass and remind you about not causing trouble with your lovers, and then I’m going to fuck it, sexy. Long, deep strokes that keep you begging to come.”
“Oorah!” the three men cheered.
“Oh. My. God.” Lori felt so aroused and hungry she didn’t have a care in the world except making love to her men and being their love and possession. Life was only going to get more and more interesting with these men. She just knew it.
Now how can I get them back for this one?
As they removed her clothing, her mind thought of multiple ways to play this out. However, once their lips touched her skin and Trevor placed her over his knees, all thoughts were lost. She loved them with all her heart. She was grateful for making it here to a new life where her family and loved ones were protected and safe. She accepted and relished in the excitement of being in love, safe and secure with her wild American soldiers, destined to make every day of her life exciting and fulfilling.
“Open up those thighs for me, woman,” Trevor said. “We’re about to set a record.”
She moaned aloud as she did what he asked and accepted their ministrations, opening up her body and her heart to three men that loved her in every aspect of the word.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.
My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.
Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.
Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.
I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.
Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.
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