The American Soldier Collection 7: Their Sin City Showgirl (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  Recalling Anthony and his good friends from his troop, they shared a lot, and had been there for her when he died, but they had a lot of their own issues, and J.J. was always trying to prove herself and come across so independent and capable. Now suddenly, she was feeling needy.

  She didn’t like this feeling. She didn’t want to be weak or unable to stand on her own. But the anxiety and paranoia was getting worse. Any sound, any indication of a possible attack, set her off. Maybe it was because she had been on edge for over a month now. Maybe surviving multiple attacks, and witnessing a rape and murder, had placed her into this emotional and psychological turmoil? Post-traumatic stress did this kind of stuff to people. But she was a cop, a trained investigator, who’d gone through rigorous training and psychological evaluations before being accepted into the Nevada State Police investigation unit. Perhaps the last four years of her life had finally caught up with her?

  Thinking back to when she was with Calder, she remembered feeling safe. If she was at all honest with herself, she felt safe around all of them, even now, in the gym. But at night, alone in bed, she was alert, on edge, and ready to pull her gun from under her pillow and take an attacker down, even if it was the last thing she did.

  At some point she had dozed off, but soon awoke in a cold sweat, shaking like a leaf. She knew it was getting worse. But she didn’t know what to do about it. She debated asking one of the guys. They had been through war, had experienced intense situations, and perhaps even faced death head-on as Special Forces, and maybe they could help? As she thought about it more, she denied herself the weakness of asking for help from them. This wasn’t that bad. A touch of post-traumatic stress syndrome along with fear of being caught, tortured, and killed would probably make anyone uptight and jittery.

  But the visions in her nightmares, and they were definitely nightmares, were so vivid and real. She felt each strike to her flesh, each cut of the blade, and the feel of the breath leaving her body as Dexter choked her.

  She suddenly felt the tap to her arm, and so deep in morbid, fearful thought, she reacted. Like a trained fighter, she ducked and then struck.

  The moment her gloved hand hit Brook in the stomach, she gasped and then turned away from him.

  “Oh, God, I’m sorry, Brook. I’m so sorry.”

  Someone placed their hands on her shoulders and she turned out of the hold. It was Lincoln, and now Brook joined him next to her.

  “Hey, no apology necessary. I snuck up on you, I guess,” he said, eyeing her over and appearing as if he wanted to say more.

  “I didn’t even think. I just…I’m sorry,” she said, and looked away from him.

  Shit, they’re going to think I’m violent and that I don’t want them touching me. Well, I shouldn’t want them touching me.

  “We called your name, but you didn’t hear us. You were in a dead stare at the punching bag,” Brook stated.

  “No, I wasn’t. I was hitting it. I was focused on what I was doing,” she said. Lincoln looked at Brook and then back at her.

  “What? I said I was sorry. What do you want me to do?” she snapped at Brook, and then started to walk away. Brook grabbed her hand to stop her. She stopped and looked up at him.

  “What were you thinking about?” he asked, very seriously.

  She gave a fake chuckle. “Hitting the bag. That’s what I was doing.” She tried to pull her hand free but now Lincoln placed his hand on her waist.

  “Baby, you were staring into outer space, and then you looked so frightened, and you were shaking.” She pulled away from them.

  “No. No I wasn’t, I was fine. I am fine,” she said, raising her voice.

  “You weren’t fine. Just like you’re not fine at night, when you wake up screaming or gasping for air,” Lincoln yelled at her as he stepped toward her.

  She saw red. She was so angry. Was he spying on me?

  “You bastard.” She swung at him, and he ducked and then countered. She ducked and it began, a crazy sparring match based on her anger and refusal to ask for help or to admit that her sessions of zoning out were getting the better of her.

  “Come on. Get it out. You’re all filled with piss and vinegar, and I’m ready for it. Come on. This makes you feel happy. Denying what’s going on here is working for you?” He egged her on and she swung her arms and hands at Lincoln until he grabbed her, did a quick maneuver, and tackled her rather gently to the mat. He was over her body, had her arms pinned above her head, and he was using his thick, hard, long legs to hold her in place.

  She held his gaze and she was the one breathing heavily. Lincoln hadn’t even broken a sweat. Her nostrils filled with his cologne, and the soap they all used.

  Her shirt was lifted up to her breasts, her spankies shorts rode up her very sensitive, throbbing cunt, and this damn model of a soldier was just staring at her.

  “Have you had enough?” he asked.

  “No,” she yelled.

  “Honey, I think you should know that Calder and Lincoln are training instructors for law enforcement in self-defense and hand-to-hand combat. We’re all highly trained.”

  She eased her legs in just the right position below Lincoln and gave a soft smile as she weakened her grip. He in return eased up, as she slid her leg seductively up and down his thigh. “Hand-to-hand combat, huh?” she asked in a seductive whisper.

  Lincoln’s green eyes sparkled as he eased his hold, and then she prepared to make her move.

  “So am I,” she said and then used all her might to take Lincoln’s one leg out from under him, causing him to fall to the right, so she could shove all her strength that way. She did, and wound up straddling him. But Lincoln countered the move and they rolled across the mat, slamming one another down each time. Finally Lincoln held her down, using one hand to grip her wrists above her head, while he pressed his pelvis between her thighs making her widen her legs and straddle him.

  She tried pressing her thighs against his ribs but then the sneak began tickling her with one hand. His fingers were everywhere. Under her shirt, over her breasts, and then between her thighs as she laughed and screamed for mercy.

  “Mercy! Mercy, I give. Oh, God!”

  Lincoln stopped and she locked gazes with him right before his mouth crushed down onto hers.

  * * * *

  Lincoln was so fired up. He felt aggressive, possessive, emotionally attached, and he damn well shouldn’t. As far as he could tell, J.J. was suffering from some serious post-traumatic stress. She was denying it, wouldn’t ask for help, and he was losing his patience. They’d talked about it last night, after she’d gone to bed. They’d also talked about wanting her, and the attraction they felt. It was decided to just let things ride, but today, things were different.

  Her attitude, the fact that she’d zoned out again in front of him and Brook was upsetting and concerning. She was literally fighting for her independence and didn’t realize that they could be trusted. He and Brook would show her, and so would Conway and Calder.

  As she’d pulled the move on him, making him tumble to the right, he was pleasantly surprised. The woman had guts, and she was definitely physically fit. The sight of her on her back, the sound of her laughing as he tickled her, and the swell of her large breasts beneath the tank she wore, was too much to ignore. Throw in what looked to be a tattoo on her hipbone, and damn, he wanted a taste of her, and now he had his chance.

  He slowly released his hold on her wrists, as he explored her mouth. J.J. was kissing him back, and the legs that were squeezing his ribs a few moments ago were now snug against him. He pressed the hair from her face, and eased his lips from hers. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then trailed lower. He didn’t go near her bruises, knowing that they still hurt, and that Calder had kissed her there and found out. He pressed her tank up higher, as he scooted lower and kissed her belly. The small gold hoop was a surprise too as he licked her belly button and tapped the jewelry. She gripped his hair.

  “Oh, God, Lincoln. What the hell i
s happening? We have to stop.”

  “No, you don’t. It’s too fucking hot to stop,” Brook said, and J.J. gasped as she tuned to look at him.

  “I think Brook feels left out, baby,” Lincoln stated and then jumped up in one move, and reached a hand down to her. She took his hand, looking at Lincoln and then back at Brook.

  The moment she was standing up straight, Lincoln turned her around, wrapped an arm around her midsection, and kissed the side of her neck.

  “He wants to taste you, too. You’re too damn sexy for us to not want you.”

  J.J. rolled her head back against Lincoln’s shoulder as Brook stepped closer. She was sandwiched between them.

  Brook placed his palm against her cheek and stared down into her eyes. “You’re so beautiful. You’ve got a hell of a temper, baby. A hell of a temper,” Brook said against her lips right before he kissed her.

  Lincoln eased back slightly but moved his hand upward to cup her breast as Brook devoured her moans. This situation was like nothing they’d ever experienced before. They knew that they wanted to share a woman, and have the kind of relationship their friends like Sandman and his brothers had with Grace. They’d had had sex with the same woman a couple of times but never together. One by one, but it was never all four of them together. Maybe two of them and then the other two afterward or even alone. But with J.J., Lincoln could see all of them taking her together, in the same room, the same bed.

  She was moaning now, and pushing her chest against Lincoln’s hand while Brook continued to kiss her. She felt so good in Lincoln’s arms, and by the way Brook was kissing her and exploring her body with his hands, he must have thought she felt really good, too.

  “What the hell kind of workout is this?”

  J.J. pulled from Brook’s kiss as Conway entered the dojo.

  She quickly tried to separate from Brook and Lincoln, but neither man let her. Lincoln smiled.

  “J.J.’s got quite a temper on her, and some really good moves,” he said.

  “She sure does. She pulled one on Lincoln, surprising him. I think she’s filled with surprises,” Brook said as he stroked the back of his hand down her cheek.

  Conway walked closer. He was dressed in light sweats and a tank top.

  “Is she really that good?” Conway asked, not taking his eyes off of J.J.

  “I’d say so, and tastes really good, too. But don’t take my word for it,” Brook said and then stepped away. Conway took his place.

  * * * *

  Conway was in the surveillance room with Calder, going over some information on the computer of any recent major crimes or trials going before a judge in Nevada. They caught sight of a few things that peaked their interest, but it was the flat screen monitors of the dojo that immediately caught their eyes, as well as a very fired up brunette.

  Conway couldn’t stay back there and watch Brook and Lincoln make out with J.J. He wanted to be sure a real attraction was there, and not just one stemming from watching two of his closest friends get it on with one sexy investigator.

  Conway placed his hand against her cheek and J.J.’s eyes widened.

  “You getting a good workout in, J.J.?” he asked as he gently rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb. Her lips were red and swollen, well kissed by Brook and Lincoln, and soon by him, too. She had luscious lips and big green eyes that currently looked aroused.

  “Not bad,” she replied in challenge and Lincoln pulled her back against his chest. She gasped and then closed her eyes. One look downward and Conway saw Lincoln’s hand cupping her mound over the thin spankies shorts she wore.

  “You like how that feels, J.J.? You like Lincoln caressing that pussy while I watch?”

  She popped her eyes open.

  Lincoln shifted his hand up, and then under the spandex of her shorts. He delved his fingers deep and she jerked forward.

  “Now there’s no barrier. I like this a lot better. Your pussy is all hot and wet, baby. You like this, don’t you?” Lincoln asked. His mouth was on her neck and shoulder and his fingers were down her shorts.

  Conway held her chin between his fingers, as he stepped closer. She was softly moaning, but held Conway’s gaze.

  “Looks like there’s going to be a lot of changes around here, J.J. In case you didn’t realize it, we’re all interested in getting to know you,” he said.

  “Oh, God, Lincoln, please. Conway, I can’t take it.”

  “You will,” both Conway and Lincoln said, and then Conway covered her mouth and kissed her. Her hands came up quickly and grabbed on to his shoulders. He could feel her fingernails collide against his scalp, as they dueled for control of the kiss. She tasted so good, so incredible he wanted to fast-forward and just get her in his bed and fuck her until she was totally his. It was obscene and wild the way she made him feel.

  He continued to kiss her while Lincoln thrust his fingers up into her pussy. She was countering back, thrusting her hips forward, when she pulled her mouth from Conway’s and growled her release. She shook and then fell forward against Conway’s chest, with Lincoln still holding on to her, too.

  Conway looked at Lincoln, whose face was all scrunched up and red. He looked wild and hungry. Conway knew exactly how he felt.

  “It’s okay, baby. We’ve got you,” he said as Lincoln caressed her hair, and Conway held her against his chest.

  Lincoln slowly pulled his hand form her pants and stepped back. He placed his hands on his upper thighs as he bent over, catching his breath or simply recovering from the scene.

  Conway smirked.

  “She’s incredible.”

  “She sure is.”

  Conway pressed the palms of his hands against her cheek as he stared down into her eyes. She looked so content and sexy.

  “Easy now, baby. Can you walk, or can I carry you?”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “I’m able to walk. It’s just been a while.”

  “I’d love to hear more about that,” Lincoln stated, following her from the mats.

  “I wouldn’t. I don’t want to hear about her with anyone else,” Brook chimed in as Conway placed his hands on her shoulders, walking out of the dojo behind her.

  “Just forget about it. This is crazy enough. Now all I need is to see Calder,” she said as they walked across the yard and headed into the house. As they entered the kitchen, there was Calder, his expression firm, as he pointed at J.J. and curled his finger at her indicating for her to come to him.

  She crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared at him as if he were out of his mind. Conway and the others chuckled.

  “Unless you want that spanking right here in the middle of the kitchen, I suggest you get over here right now.”

  Conway felt the excitement and sexual energy attack his senses. He could see J.J. naked and spread over the edge of the table as they each spanked her sexy ass. That would send him over the edge.

  She looked over her shoulder at them, and their expressions must have been obvious indicators of what they were all thinking. She walked toward Calder, and right into his arms. He wrapped her in his embrace, placing his palm over her ass cheek before he leaned down and kissed her deeply. They all watched, all in awe of the connection and attraction they had, with hopes of it progressing.

  J.J. reached up and wrapped her arms around Calder’s neck as he lifted her up, turned her around, and placed her ass on the kitchen counter. He pressed his thighs between hers and she straddled him while they made out in the kitchen without a care of the audience behind them.

  “I think lunch is on hold,” Brook teased.

  “I think J.J. is lunch,” Conway said, and they all chuckled as Calder gave the thumbs-up while he continued to kiss J.J.

  * * * *

  J.J. was in a daze. She’d just made out with four different men in a matter of minutes.

  Four, totally sexy, muscular, military men who affected her like no one ever had before. Not even Anthony.

  She closed her eyes and lowered her
head. Anthony. God, I thought I would never get over him, or how suddenly I lost him. Why do I feel guilty? I have nothing to feel guilty about. He’s been dead for a while now. I cut off everyone, every man who ever hit on me since. Why am I accepting these four men right now. Four?

  Calder cupped her chin.

  “Hey now, don’t go overthinking this and freaking out. It was bound to happen. The attraction was instant. We all know this, J.J.”

  She tried to get down but he wouldn’t let her.

  “Don’t push us away. Just slow down and stop running.”

  He was right. She was running. From her past, from her fears, her guilt. All of it.

  She shook her head.

  “I’m not ready for this. I don’t know what to think of this, or why it feels so right and why I feel so wrong.”

  He caressed her cheek, as the others stood around him, watching her. She looked at them. They were all so big, so serious and determined looking.

  “We’re going to take this slow,” Conway stated firmly from the left side, next to Calder.

  She chuckled.

  “Take things slow?” she asked, and now Conway placed his hand on her hair by her ear and cheek, and gently stroked her skin. His dark brown eyes and deep expression unnerved her. The fact that two men touched her at once, while two more stood nearby ready to touch her too was shocking. She felt the connection, that stir of something amazing deep in her gut. She nearly shivered from the effects of it.

  Her lips parted. She could feel him, them, and this overwhelming sensation to let go. “Oh, God,” she whispered, releasing a breath. Conway continued to stroke her cheek as Calder caressed her thighs, spreading them wider.

  “We feel it, too,” Conway whispered.

  “Fucking crazy,” Calder added.

  “Bring her into the bedroom. Your bedroom, Conway,” Lincoln stated. Or rather commanded from behind them. She looked toward him and Brook. Both men removed their shirts, and damn, were they beautiful. But they seemed to react to Lincoln’s words. They all exchanged glances.