“Lower down. Continue to fuck him while I explore this ass and get it ready,” Juno told her.
“Juno, I—” She stopped moving, and Hart pinched her nipples, drawing her attention to him.
“We’re not going to claim that ass tonight, baby. You’ll need to be nice and wet and stretched. We’ll work on it. Just relax and remember, this body is ours.” He pulled her down by her neck and hair with one hand and drew her in for a kiss. Hart plunged his tongue into her mouth as Juno stroked her cream over her anus and pressed a finger into her. She gasped, pulling from Hart’s mouth, and Hart grunted.
“Fuck.” He began to thrust so hard and fast upward she couldn’t counter thrust. She couldn’t move. Juno pressed a finger fast and deep into her ass as Hart thrust his cock upward into her cunt. She was losing focus, feeling this sensation overwhelm her. “Come with me. Come,” Hart ordered and he pinched her nipple as Juno finger-fucked her ass then slapped her ass cheek.
She was shocked as she came, screaming out a moan. Juno slapped her ass again as Hart thrust upward and wrapped his arm around her midsection, bear hugging her to him as he came. She hugged him tight, kissed his neck, and tried to calm her breathing from the wild experience she’d just had. But then Juno pulled fingers from her ass and then grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up.
“Fuck,” Hart complained, grabbing his cock and sliding to the left more. Juno pulled her back against his chest.
“I need you now. On all fours on the bed. Spread your legs.” He lowered her and gave her ass a smack.
“Juno,” she complained, glancing over her shoulder at him. But one look in those intense blue eyes and she knew he meant business. He looked so mature, determined, and hungry she lowered to all fours, but before she could open her thighs he was behind her at the edge of the bed, spreading her legs for her.
“You’ve got one hell of a body, baby. I need in now.” She felt the tip of his cock at her pussy from behind, and a moment later he eased his cock into her. It felt different. Tighter, deeper like this. “Oh, oh God, Juno.”
“Easy, doll. Just relax and let him in. Lower down and feel. You want his cock deep, scratching that itch, fucking that pussy and marking you ours,” Orsin told her as he caressed her back while Juno thrust into her pussy from behind.
She closed her eyes and started to ease lower.
“That’s it. Offer him all of you. Let him all the way in,” Orsin coached, and she lowered to her shoulders, her ass up high, her thighs wide.
“Fuck yeah,” Juno said and thrust faster as he caressed her thighs and ass then smacked her ass two times. Her body shocked her by dripping cream, and she moaned at his tactics.
When she felt the finger to her anus again as Juno thrust harder, she couldn’t hold back. Her legs shook and her pussy clenched as she came.
“Fuck,” Juno roared, pulling his finger from her ass then gripping her hips and pounding into her pussy from behind. She moaned and gasped then felt Juno’s cock grow inside of her as he came, shooting his seed and reaching his climax.
He hugged her, wrapping his arms around her as he fell to the bed and eased out of her pussy. He cupped her breasts from behind as she lay on her side, and he kissed her shoulder, her cheeks, and then her lips as he rolled partially over her to reach her lips.
“You’re ours now, woman. You belong to team Aubrey,” he teased and she chuckled.
She kept her eyes closed and felt so spent, so tired she didn’t want to move. But then she felt the washcloth to her pussy, her legs spread open, and Atlas was there cleaning her. She tried closing her legs.
“I can do that,” she began to say and tried unsuccessfully to get up.
“No. It’s our job to take care of you in every way. You’ll get used to it,” he said firmly, and she waited for him to finish. He leaned forward and kissed her tattoo on her hip then her breast, licking the tip.
“I can feast on this body for hours,” he told her.
That reminded her of the time.
“Oh God, what time is it?” she asked, sitting up.
Juno got up off the bed and reached for his jeans.
“Don’t worry. You have another hour before you need to go,” Hart told her as he pulled on his pants.
Orsin walked closer to her. He was still naked.
“How about a nice shower? I’ll help you.” He reached his hand out to her, and she slowly tried to get up. Everything ached and felt different. His eyebrows scrunched up. “Are you okay? Did we hurt you?” he asked and then others came closer.
“No. Just achy. I’ll be fine.” She smiled at Orsin, but he still looked concerned. She took his hand and eased up. The more steps she took the better she felt. Her legs had been so weak and shaky. She needed to work on that. She wouldn’t want them thinking she was weak or fragile. The thought made her smile. She’d just had sex with four men. Soldiers. She was out of her mind, but damn was it the most amazing experience of her life. As Orsin turned on the shower and helped her under the spray, she felt at peace. It felt right. Perfect, and she wondered what could go wrong to screw this all up? And she thought about the Rusty Horn and performing there. These men really had a hatred for their dad. Would it work out, or would working there eventually tear them apart? She didn’t know, but it was out of her control. She would ease their minds and be honest with them. She would trust them, and hopefully they could trust her.
* * * *
“What’s wrong?” Juno asked Atlas, who sat on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through his hair. Juno glanced at Hart, who appeared to have picked up on Atlas’s expression.
Atlas locked gazes with Juno first. “I want to go to the Rusty Horn tonight. I don’t think I can let her be there knowing that he’s there,” Atlas told them.
“Hell, you don’t think we’re thinking the same thing?” Juno asked.
“It’s not just Rusty I’m thinking of,” Atlas said then looked toward the bathroom door that remained closed. They could hear the shower running.
“Then what else?” Juno pushed.
“Other men. I’m thinking about how gorgeous, youthful, and inexperienced she is. God, we’re so much older. We’ve taken her virginity and it’s like I feel possessive. I’ve never felt like this before and never this instant intensity. Fuck.” He stood up and released a long sigh.
Hart mumbled something.
“What?” Juno asked. Hart stood up and stared at both of them.
“I feel just like Atlas. Unfucking incredible, but I do. Damn, you saw her body. She’s fucking perfect. Her skin so soft, her smile and addictive laughter. She’s…
“Hot,” Atlas added.
“Fuck. Now you two have me in a fucking state. Damn, let’s shower and get dressed. We’ll have dinner, Hart, you drive her to Rusty’s, and we’ll meet up there a little later so it’s not so damn obvious,” Juno added.
Atlas released a sigh. But then the bathroom door opened and Orsin emerged, closing the door behind him.
“She okay?” Atlas asked first.
Orsin smiled and nodded his head then looked serious again.
“What’s wrong?” Hart asked, stepping closer.
“I know you’re probably going to tell me not to, but I want to go there tonight. To make sure she’s safe. To support her in what makes Syd happy, and of course because of him.”
Hart reached out and squeezed Orsin’s shoulder.
“No problem, bro, we’re going, too. We’ve already discussed it.”
Orsin nodded his head.
“She’s something else, isn’t she?” Orsin said.
“And then some. Let’s get dinner ready so we can leave on time,” Juno said to them and they headed out of the room except for Hart. He would wait and bring Syd down to meet them. This was a new way of living. Sydney came first and would always be with one of them by her side or at least close-by. Looks like they’d be spending every Friday and Saturday night at a place they learned to avoid for the better part of three years. S
ydney was special indeed.
Chapter 11
“He’s coming here?” Ella asked Graham as she stood by the bar in Millers Saloon. She was going to head over to the Rusty Horn, right up the block to see her sister perform, but Graham asked her to stay.
He cupped her chin and held her gaze. “He sure is. Now tell me, Ella, is there some history between you and Bruno?”
She swallowed hard. She was in a shit load of trouble. Why would Bruno want to come here? If Syd found out how, would she explain what she did? This was turning into a mess. But the look in Graham’s eyes and his firm expression were familiar. She knew he wanted her. Hell, she found him to be very attractive, but he was into things. Things she shouldn’t be associated with.
“No history, Graham.”
His grip tightened on her jaw and he pulled her closer. She could suddenly see an evil expression in his eyes. She gasped.
“Don’t lie to me. He seems to know you really well. Seems interested, or as if you somehow belong to him.”
“I don’t belong to anyone. He may have a thing for me, and I did hang out with the same crowd back in New York, but Sydney kept me out of Bruno and Lenny’s grasp. It was also another good reason to move out here to Texas.”
He nodded his head and then leaned forward and kissed her lips. “I need to know where your loyalties lie here, Ella. I won’t let this big shot dealer from New York come in here and think he’s going to push around my dealers.”
“I thought you weren’t into dealing drugs.”
He smirked. “I’m into whatever is going to make me money and I’m not dealing. No product touches my hands or even comes close to being attached to my name. I’ve got people to handle that. I allowed you to jack up the price of the original sample supply you had. That won’t happen this time. I expect a good deal, and from my recent conversation with Bruno, he thinks we can do business. I have some acquaintances who need a bit more product readily available for a specific event. It will mean easy money for your friend Bruno, unless he tried something. I expect you to be there and to be by my side.”
“I don’t want anything to do with this.”
“Ella, you don’t have to do anything but keep me company during this first meetup. A friendly face makes for a smooth process. Besides, you won’t be selling or negotiating any deals, drugs or otherwise. You’ll be my main woman, and I’m planning on taking very good care of you.” He touched her nose with his finger then trailed it along her jaw to her chin, tilting her chin up toward him.
“Now kiss me, Ella, and smile. You’re with me, and other women are envious and jealous, so know how special you really are to me.” She leaned closer and kissed him, and all the while she wondered how the hell she got into this mess. It was all because she took the stupid drugs from New York and had bad taste in men. Why couldn’t she wind up with four sexy, badass Marines like Sydney? Because Ella was always trying to prove how grown up and independent she was. But right now she didn’t feel very grown up. She felt used. How was she going to get out of this mess? How was she going to tell Sydney that Bruno was coming to town? What if Lenny came with him? What if Lenny caused problems with Sydney and her new boyfriends? She could lose her sister for good this time. Ella had to figure out a way to keep Sydney out of this and get away from Graham.
* * * *
“He’d better not even think about coming over here. I have nothing to say to him,” Atlas said as he stood by the bar closest to the stage along with his brothers.
“He’s thinking about it. I can tell. Just don’t make a scene. We’re here for Sydney. Nothing else matters,” Juno told Atlas.
Hart looked at Orsin. They both remained silent and Hart could tell that Orsin was on edge. He hadn’t seen his brother like this in quite some time. He hoped this didn’t mean he was regressing. PTSD was an intense disease that never really disappeared entirely. Orsin was a different person after serving and working for the government. He worried about him just like he worried about his other brothers. Hart hoped that Sydney was the real deal. He was falling for her fast. He was on edge himself as he scanned the bar on the defensive waiting for some guy to yell something out at Sydney while she sung on stage. He didn’t know how he would react.
“If he does try to talk to us, it’ll probably be to you first. You’re the one who came in here following Sydney,” Orsin said to Hart as Orsin looked back toward the table their father sat at. He couldn’t help but wish things had been normal between them. But that couldn’t be. They’d never really had a normal relationship with him anyway. Rusty Aubrey was always looking for the big payoff and to socialize and be in the public eye. He achieved his goals. He turned his small little bar into an elite prestigious dance hall and a place that found future stars for the country music industry. But look what it cost him.
Orsin gave his arm a nudge as a woman came on stage and announced tonight’s showcase performance by a new up-and-coming country music singer. When she said Sydney Foster, he felt his heart begin to pound and his eyes glance around the room. The moment Sydney emerged, he felt his jaw drop and his cock harden. She looked incredible. She looked sexy, and Goddamn it, he and his brothers weren’t the only men watching her.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“I know,” Orsin said, and then Juno and Atlas stood by them and watched, too. It was crazy. But Hart went from panicked, possessive, angry, and on guard to uplifted and lost in Sydney’s voice. He had never heard anything so lovely, so strong and powerful that actually gave him the goose bumps, especially on her high notes. He didn’t even think about the guys watching her, the sexy outfit she wore that accentuated her large breasts and her long, toned thighs. She was a voluptuous woman. She was their woman. Nothing else mattered.
When the first song ended, the crowd roared in appreciation and so did he and his brothers. They stood, they clapped so hard his hands ached, and then it hit him. Sydney was special for so many reasons. She was going to be famous. She may even change her mind about a commitment to them. How would they handle that? She was young, had her dreams and goals, and was trying to achieve them. They were already there. Already went through their goals and served their country. But he didn’t want to let her go. He didn’t want to lose her. Suddenly he couldn’t wait to hold her in his arms and make love to her again. Hart realized he already loved her and he would never let her go. Never.
* * * *
Sydney was so ecstatic as she made her way off the stage and through the hallway to the main area of the dance hall. She was greeted by her sister Ella, Sissy, and Rusty.
Ella hugged her. “You sounded so amazing. My God, Sydney, you have to invite Mom, Matt, and Jimmy to next week’s performance.”
Sydney smiled. “I will, Ella. Thanks for being here for me. I was a nervous wreck,” she said, pulling back. Sissy hugged her next. “Great job. They love you. They’d have you sing all night.” She squeezed Sydney’s shoulders, smiled wide, and then headed toward the stage.
Rusty gave her a wink then pulled her into his arms.
“You are perfect. A true performer and a gem. Your voice touches people. That’s special,” he said, and she felt the tears in her eyes. Then someone cleared their throat. She stepped from Rusty’s embrace to see Hart, Atlas, Juno, and Orsin standing there. They looked angry. Her heart felt like it dropped to her gut.
“You guys didn’t like it?” she asked, but she knew damn well they were pissed that Rusty hugged her. She really wanted to know what caused them to hate their father.
“Hell no, darling. You were incredible,” Juno told her and stepped closer, closing the gap between them as he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight. He twirled her around and conveniently stepped a few feet back, bringing her between him and his brothers. Hart kissed her next and ran a finger along her jaw as he winked. Then Orsin pulled her against his chest and ran his hand along her waist then her rear, giving it a light tap before he kissed her neck and cheek. Then Atlas approached and Orsin released her
to him and Atlas kissed her breathless.
His hand ran along her curves and then to her arm. He gave her arm a gentle squeeze. “We’re going to have to discuss your wardrobe, baby.”
“My wardrobe? What’s wrong with this?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips.
Hart came up behind her, causing her to be sandwiched between him and Atlas. She felt Hart’s hands on her shoulders massaging her neck and shoulders while Atlas gripped her hips and pressed his front to hers. She felt his thick hard cock and she gasped.
“We’ll discuss it later. When we’re all together,” Hart whispered then kissed her neck.
“Give that girl some breathing room. There are people who want to buy her drinks,” Ella said, looping her arm through Sydney’s and pulling her down the hallway. She glanced over her shoulder at the guys who stood there in a dead stare at their father.
Sydney paused. Atlas gave her a look. “You go over to the bar with your sister. We’ll be over momentarily.”
She was going to stay where she was, but Ella pulled her along.
“I would listen to them, Syd. They have this look in their eyes when it comes to you.”
“What look?” Syd asked.
“The possessive kind. I think they’re staking a public claim and they’re starting with laying down rules for their father.”
Syd glanced back again, and sure enough the men looked like they were very serious, but Rusty, well he looked sad. She didn’t like the feeling she had. She needed to know why they hated him. Perhaps it was something they could finally put behind them and forgive him for. Their father was alive and well, and for quite some time she didn’t think her father was alive still at all.
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