He lurched up. The chair flew back, banged against the wall, and floor. Memphis immediately placed his arm on the back of Cassidy’s chair. The door opened, and Cash and Coast were there.
“You don’t know shit about getting shot, about seeing men, friends, die in your arms while you live. You’ve never been caught in gunfire. Patching some wounds and helping some soldiers in hospital beds sip from straws while they dealt with losing their limbs doesn’t make you a soldier.”
She held his stare, took a deep breath, and tried to not let the man piss her off so much. But he did. He got under her skin in a flash.
“Maybe I did more than just bandage soldiers up. Maybe you don’t know what I did in the Corps, and you think because you’re a man, and you’re still aching with your injuries and woe-is-me attitude, that you matter more.”
“You know so much? You know what it’s like to get shot? To watch men, soldiers, die around you as they try to protect a village or get their wounded to a chopper only to be shot and to lose more soldiers? Do you?” He raised his voice.
“What’s going on in here?” Cash asked.
Cassidy stood up, pulled off her blouse, then lowered the strap to her tank top, nearly exposing her bra and breast.
“Maybe I do.” She showed the scar from the bullet on her shoulder.
His eyes widened. She heard Orlando and Memphis say her name and ask if she had been shot in combat.
But her eyes were glued to Stryker as he looked at the one scar.
“Not good enough that I took one hit to the shoulder loading wounded onto a rescue chopper in the midst of enemy fire in Iraq?”
She came around the table and lifted her camisole then pushed the material of her skirt off her hip.
“How about this wound, which took numerous surgeries to stop the bleeding and save vital organs? Still not impressed, Marine?” She raised her voice.
He remained silent.
“That’s what I thought. If I were you, Stryker, I would stop the whole nonsense game you’re playing about feeling the pain and not being normal or able to live a normal life. You’ve got your arms, your legs. Hell, you look pretty damn complete to me, and I’ve seen some fucked-up soldiers. Get a grip. Remember what being a Marine is all about and stop complaining and blaming everyone for everything that’s gone wrong in your life. Take that pain by the horns and destroy it. Live the life, the second chance God gave you and not some other sorry bastard who died in combat.”
She headed toward the door, and Cash stopped her. He held her gaze.
“You were shot twice? You were in combat? Where? When did it happen?”
“Why don’t you ask your father? I’m done talking about something I put behind me years ago.” She gave Stryker a look over her shoulder.
“So that’s the way you help other soldiers get through their experiences? By starting a fight, minimizing their sacrifices and wounds, and making them feel as though the only thing stopping them from living life is something as simple as being a Marine? Are you serious?”
She turned to face him again.
“The only soldiers I help are the ones who want to be helped and want to live a normal life. They’re fighters, not quitters.”
He stepped closer, wobbling on the cane. “You calling me a quitter?” Stryker asked in an angry tone.
She looked him over, took a deep breath, and released it.
“No, Stryker. I’m not. I’m just letting you see that you’re not the only one in this world who is hurting and trying to get the pain, the memories, and flashbacks under control. You’re not alone in this. Unfortunately, you’re one of too many men I’ve met over the years. Good men who just want to feel as you said, normal. But you’re not normal.”
He looked at her as if she were insulting him. She quickly continued.
“You’re a survivor, who just so happens to be a Marine. It’s a conflict of what we’re trained to believe and what we actually feel. We’re supposed to be indestructible. But that’s not fair. Our experiences have scarred us in many ways, but they’re ours. No one can take them away or minimize them. We have to learn to overcome them.”
She turned around and looked up at Cash and Coast then toward Memphis and Orlando. “Thanks for breakfast, but I think I should go.”
She felt the hand on her arm turning her then the cane fall to the floor.
“No. Don’t leave.”
She was shocked to hear Stryker’s voice.
She looked at him. She watched him hold her gaze then cringe as he slowly lowered to get the cane. Coast had stepped forward and was about to help, but she placed her hand against his side, stopping him. Stryker needed this push. She’d seen this scenario many times. Family, the team, friends just couldn’t get men like Stryker to heal. Sometimes it took a stranger, someone who was just as tough and experienced somewhat with a similar pain.
“I’m sorry for what I said. Sit and have breakfast with my brothers. Please.”
By the expressions on everyone’s faces, Stryker’s words were a shock to all of them.
He was about to walk away.
“Only if you’ll have breakfast with us too,” she said to him.
They stared at one another. She looked up into his dark, sad eyes and saw something sparkle for only a moment. He nodded and stepped aside.
Cash squeezed her shoulder and kissed her skin by her neck.
“Sit down before your breakfast gets cold.”
She walked past Stryker to her seat. Memphis held her blouse out for her to put on.
She took it from him, and they all watched her as she adjusted her camisole and put the blouse back in place. They all sat down to eat together, and she tried to calm her emotions as to what had just taken place here. Then she felt Memphis’s hand on her thigh under the table and him give it a squeeze.
She glanced up at him. He winked, his expression different from before. It was deep. That’s the only way she could describe it. As she looked at the men one at a time, she realized how good looking they all were and how special. She felt comfortable with them, despite Stryker’s outburst. She felt as if they were equals, and it seemed something definitely had changed between her and all five men, forever.
* * * *
Cash took Cassidy’s hand and led her out to the back porch while the others cleaned up from breakfast. The moment they headed outside, he could feel the heat of the summer sun. She walked with him to the railing, looking out over the fields. He was overcome with emotion. It was insane, but something amazing had happened in their house this morning, something that they’d longed for, and Cassidy was the reason.
He turned her so that her back was against the railing, and he placed his hands on her hips. She placed her palms against his chest, causing her blouse to part and her camisole to lower, revealing the deep cleavage of her breasts.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered, and she squinted at him.
He looked past her a moment as he tried to gather his emotions.
“What you did today, what you said to Stryker…”
“I didn’t mean to fight with him. Memphis and Orlando invited me over for breakfast, and I nearly ruined the nice gesture,” she said as if thinking he was upset with her.
He squeezed her hips and shook his head.
“No, Cassidy. I’m not upset, nor are the others. You got to Stryker.”
“Stryker got to me.” She exhaled in exasperation.
He chuckled and held her tighter.
“He has that effect on lots of people. But you handle him perfectly. You called him out on his defiance and attitude, which got you a lot of kudos from the rest of the team.” He reached up and caressed a strand of hair away from her face and placed it behind her ear. She smelled so good. The scent of her shampoo wafted through the air, seducing his senses.
“You’re filled with surprises. You’re like everything any of us could ever hope for. You’re special, Cassidy.”
She shook her head.
“I
’m not special. I’m just an ordinary woman trying to survive in this life God’s given me.”
He cupped her cheeks and stared at her lips then her eyes.
“No, baby. You’re way more than that. You’ve come to mean so much to us in such a short period of time. You’re irresistible.”
He leaned forward and kissed her lips. He delved his tongue deeply, exploring her mouth while using his hands to pull her away from the railing and snug against him. He felt every sensation. His senses were in overdrive. From the taste of her lips to the smell of her shampoo, she became more and more enticing to him. He ran his hand along her thigh then under her skirt. The feel of her soft, toned skin had his cock straining against his jeans. He held her tighter and felt her grip his waist, and as he ran his hand under her skirt and against her ass cheeks, she ran her hand over his ass cheek against his jeans. She wore a thong, or maybe no underwear at all. It aroused him as he pulled her thigh higher up against his thigh and ran a finger along the crevice of her ass. He felt the thin string, and it seemed to turn him on just as much as thinking she was naked under the skirt.
He heard the wood floor creak, and then he felt Cassidy tighten up. She tried pulling back, but he kissed her deeper as Coast joined them.
Cash reached under with his other hand and cupped her breast as Coast gripped her hips, pulling her slightly back against his chest. Cash felt Coast’s hand under her skirt in the front, and he eased back a little to avoid Coast grazing his crotch. Sure, they wanted to share Cassidy, but they were macho straight men. A little contact during sex with a woman was one thing, but that was all.
Cassidy pulled back, panting.
“Easy, baby. Just relax and enjoy it. Let us pleasure you, doll,” Coast told her then kissed against her neck.
Her eyes closed, her head fell back against Coast’s shoulder, and then her eyes popped open.
“Coast,” she exclaimed, and Cash knew that Coast was exploring her pussy. Cash exhaled.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I want to watch you come. Let Coast in, baby. Let him get that pussy all wet so you can come for us.”
“Oh God, Cash. We shouldn’t do this. We should slow down,” she said.
But by the way Coast held her against his chest, his fingers deep in her pussy as he rocked his hips, Cash knew she didn’t want to stop. She was panting. Cash pressed his hands up her camisole. He lifted the material higher and then leaned forward to lick along her cleavage.
“You’ve got a sexy little body, Cass.” He twirled his tongue into the cup and tugged her nipple.
“Oh God. Oh Please,” she begged.
The porch door opened. One glance toward it and he saw the others. Memphis, Orlando, and, oh God, Stryker. Stryker was there too. Cash looked sideways at his brother as he pushed Cassidy’s bra lower and pulled the breast and nipple from confinement. Memphis was immediately on her other side. He tilted Cassidy’s chin toward him then kissed her.
“Fuck, she’s so wet and tight. She’s soaking my hand,” Coast told them.
“She’s so responsive. She wants us like we want her,” Cash said and then Orlando was there.
“Let me taste her, Cash,” Orlando said, and Cassidy locked gazes with Orlando. Orlando smiled. “I can’t wait to taste that sweet pussy of yours, baby. To spread you out on a bed and make you come again and again.”
“Oh God. Oh.” She moaned. Then Cassidy locked gazes with Stryker as Orlando suckled her breast.
Cash watched his brother. His eyes sparkled. His stance straightened, and he licked his lips. Cash glanced at Cassidy, and she remained holding Stryker’s gaze as she moaned a little louder then shook as she came.
In a flash, Orlando lowered to his knees and lifted her thigh up over his shoulder. His head disappeared under her skirt, and Cassidy cried out while Coast caught her and held her against his chest.
Cash could see Coast’s fingers glistening with Cassidy’s cum, and his cock grew harder, thicker.
“We should get her inside,” Memphis said.
“Orlando!” she cried out and gripped his head as she rocked her hips.
She looked so damn sexy with her skirt up to her waist, her tan thigh hanging over Orlando’s wide shoulder as he ate her pussy and made her come again.
“I can’t take it. Oh God, Orlando, please. Please,” she begged. Then she jerked and came again.
A moment later, Orlando was kissing her inner thigh then her knee as he smiled up at her. “You’re delicious and really flexible. That’s going to come in handy being the lover to five men.”
She looked sedated as Orlando lowered her thigh, and then Coast lifted her up into his arms and held her close.
“We want to make love to you. Together,” he told her.
“We shouldn’t. I shouldn’t get this close to you.”
“Yes, you should because this is real. None of the other shit matters. We’ll work it out later,” Memphis told her.
Cash cupped her cheek. “Don’t you want us? Don’t you feel what we’re all feeling?”
“Yes. Of course I do. That was incredible. I’ve never felt so turned on, but there are five of you. I’ve never been with more than one man before.”
“Good. Then you’ll be all of ours. We’ll take care of you. We’ll all be yours. We come as a team, as one. Let us love you, baby,” Cash said to her.
She swallowed hard, and Cash feared she would deny her feelings or let the fear of what and who she was running from get in the way of this amazing magic going on here.
“I’m scared, Cash,” she whispered, and his gut clenched. Cassidy didn’t seem scared of anything.
“We’ll protect you and take things slow,” Memphis told her.
“We’re all here for you. We’ll all be yours, and you’ll belong to all of us,” Orlando said.
“Say yes, Cassidy. I want to get lost inside of you. I want to make you our woman,” Coast said next.
She nodded, and Cash smiled.
“Get her inside Coast. Memphis, Orlando, grab what we need,” Cash told them, and they all headed inside the house, closing and locking the door behind them.
* * * *
When they made it to the bedroom, Cassidy was so aroused and nervous she was shaking. She couldn’t believe she was going to have sex with multiple men. Coast set her feet down on the rug. Cash gently helped her discard her blouse, kissing along her bare shoulders and then nuzzling his mouth against her neck. She shivered as his teeth and lips hit a sensitive spot just as Coast pushed her skirt and panties down. Coast held her hips, and she stepped from the skirt and panties as Cash lifted up her camisole, tossing it to the side, then unclipped her bra.
A moment later, she stood there naked in front of all of them.
“You’re perfect,” Stryker whispered from his place in the doorway.
She held his gaze and then looked at the others. Coast lowered to his knees.
“Scars from bullet wounds and a sexy Marine tattoo. Woman, you make it all look sexy,” Cash told her as he pressed his lips to the tattoo on her skin.
The Marine Corps symbol and the words Semper Fi were tattooed next to her hip bone. The scar underneath it was the size of a golf ball. He traced the scar on her belly with the tip of his thumb as Orlando and Memphis pulled off their shirts and got undressed. She could feel Cash undressing behind her, and then he was back again, his lips licking and kissing her skin on her shoulder where the other scar sat.
“We’ll take our time with you, Cass. Making love to five men is going to be amazing.”
“Four,” she heard someone say and then looked at Stryker, who had yet to fully enter the room. Although she didn’t know him like she knew the others, she understood that they were a team that shared everything, and that would include her. He was part of that team, and she and Stryker had shared a special bond and moment in the kitchen this morning. Something had changed.
“You’re part of this team, Stryker. Don’t be an ass and ruin this. We’ve waited for someone
like Cassidy to come along and become part of us,” Cash said to his brother.
“I can’t,” Stryker said, and she heard the emotion in his voice.
“I’m scared, too, Stryker,” she whispered.
His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, but no words came out. It was as though he’d realized it would be a waste of breath to deny the feelings he was having. He stepped closer.
“Cassidy, you deserve perfection.”
She shook her head. “God knows I’m not perfect, Stryker, but I know what I feel. I’m scared to have sex with five men, soldiers I hardly know but feel closer to than any other people on this earth. It’s a risk I’m taking. I’m trying not to think about the trouble and the fears that will still be in my life even after we make love together. I want to feel more of what you all make me feel. I need you, too, Stryker. All of you, together as one.”
Stryker dropped the cane and walked toward her. Coast stepped out of the way, and Stryker stared at her body then held her gaze.
“You look like an angel,” he whispered to her. He placed his hand on her waist and stared down into her eyes. “I can’t make love to you. Not yet.”
She felt her chest tighten. “Why not?” she asked.
He reached up and teetered slightly as he pressed closer and cupped her cheeks.
“Because I haven’t even kissed you yet.” He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her softly, sweetly, as if savoring her taste and the feel of her lips. It was erotic, sensual, and she gripped his sides and ran her hands up his waist and ribs as he deepened the kiss.
She felt him pressing her backward, and then he released her lips as she fell to the bed.
Painstakingly, he lowered to one knee, cringing but looking determined.
“Stryker, I—”
He shook his head and spread her thighs, and the feel of his thumbs grazing her cunt had her gasping. Then she felt his mouth on her pussy, and she was so aroused, so turned on, that she came against his mouth.
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