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

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Bring her,” Brook said.

  “Agreed,” Calder whispered, still holding her gaze.

  “Agreed,” Conway whispered. She licked her lower lip and pulled it between her teeth. Why did it sound like some sort of plan was in motion? The way they said “agreed” triggered something instinctual in her.

  “Baby, you’re killing me here,” Calder told her, and then thrust softly against her mound. She felt his hard cock and knew he wanted to have sex with her, so did the others. Was there some sort of significance with bringing her to Conway’s room?

  Is that where they brought the women they shared?

  Would she be just another woman they seduced with their charms, their bodies, and large attitudes?

  Did she even care?

  She thought about that a moment.

  Nope. Not a care at all right now. I want them. I want to feel connected. I want to feel beautiful and real. I want to feel alive, even if the near future brings my death.

  Calder lifted her up off the counter, as if she were light as a feather, and carried her out of the room. The others followed.

  “Uhm, where are we going? Why Conway’s room? What does it mean?” she asked, feeling panicky. No one answered, and then they were down another hallway. It was an area of the house she hadn’t been to. Conway opened the door, and J.J. looked at Calder.

  “It’s where you belong, the first time and every time.” He kissed her as he lowered her feet to the rug. That kiss took over every ounce of her being. She barely felt the hands under her shirt, lifting it up to get it over her head. Calder released her lips momentarily as someone pulled off the top. She heard compliments about her breasts, her bra, and body. She stared up at Calder.

  “You’re beautiful.” He kissed her again. Their lips met and parted and then met and parted again, as if they were longtime lovers and couldn’t seem to get enough of their lips.

  Large, nimble fingers undid the clasp to her bra. She grabbed at it before it fell, and then her shorts were pressed down.

  She felt that battle within her to give in or to fight, opening up herself to the vulnerability she knew would come from their encounter.

  “Baby, relax and just feel. We promise to take good care of you,” Conway told her. She locked gazes with him.

  “I…I don’t know if I can let go,” she whispered and a tear rolled down her cheek.

  Calder pulled her against him and hugged her tight. The feel of his big strong arms holding her, and the fact that he stopped everything to console her, take care of her, was an indicator of his affection. At least she hoped that her gut was right. She squeezed him tight. The feel of hard, male flesh and its stereotypical benefits filled her feminine soul. To feel so instantly protected and cared for was one thing, but to not feel alone made her gasp. She felt the tension in her throat, the way her breathing grew rapid, and she started to panic.

  Calder pulled back and caressed the hair from her cheeks. Her eyes darted around the room. It was a fight or flight sensation as she tried to move away from him.

  “Look at me. Look at me, J.J.,” he demanded. She fought his control. She closed her eyes and she saw Dexter.

  “Oh, God,” she stated aloud.

  “It’s Calder, no one else. Open your eyes and see that it’s me, baby. Come on now. Look at me, not through me. You can do it, J.J. I know that you can.”

  His voice was soothing, but his tone firm. She stared into his dark eyes, almost black in color. They were piercing and strong, just like Calder.

  She heard her own shaky rapid breath, and then felt the hands on her shoulders.

  “Easy. Just breathe, baby. Remember where you are and hold on to that thought. Look at Calder. Look into his eyes and focus on him. Relax your breathing, baby. I’m right here, too. I’m behind you,” Conway said as he gently caressed her shoulders as he pressed his front to her back. She was sandwiched between them and their masculine warmth. She felt cocooned. Then she felt Brook on one side, and Lincoln on the other side. They were all so close to her. The heat of their bodies, the tone of their voices, and the way they came to her aid at once overwhelmed her.

  “I’m getting there. I’m so sorry. I don’t know why this keeps happening,” she said and felt her body begin to shake. Calder wrapped his arms around her and someone grabbed a blanket and covered her body.

  She shoved at their hands.

  “No. No, I’m not cold at all. I’m hot, and damn it, I want this. I want you,” she said to Calder. “I want all of you. Just make it stop. Please. Make it stop.”

  She shrugged her shoulders making the blanket fall from her body. She continued to shake as she reached up, running her hands up and over Calder’s shoulders before standing up on tiptoes to kiss him.

  She felt Conway’s hands on her back, and Brook’s on her pants, while Lincoln kissed the skin on her hipbone on one side of her.

  She pressed her tongue deeper into Calder’s mouth and felt the shivering subside. She put all her energy into this moment, this time with these men who obviously empathized with her state of mind, her emotions and fears. Knowing that they suffered from the same type of issue in their lives caused some kind of imaginary bond between the five of them. They did things together as a unit. They would do her as a unit, too. She wanted to be part of them in every way.

  Calder’s large hands caressed over her skin. They parted lips and he smiled at her.

  “You are everything and then some,” he said, making her cheeks warm and her nipples harden.

  “Don’t be shy with us. We’re going to take good care of you,” Conway whispered from behind her. She felt his hands smooth under her arms and over her breasts. The bra fell from her hands as the sensation of Conway’s large, callused fingers massaged her needy breasts. He pulled on the nipples simultaneously, sending a jolt of cream to hit her cunt.

  “That’s a lovely sound. You moaning and gasping from our touch,” Conway told her and then licked along her neck as he continued to massage her breasts.

  “Is that a tattoo and a belly ring?” Brook asked. She popped her eyes open in time to see him kneel down next to her and place his hard, warm hand over her lower belly and mound as he stared at the tattoos. It was a small shooting star.

  Brook’s hands were large, his fingers long and thick. They looked so big over her skin. It was masculine and made her feel feminine. How silly.

  His thumb caressed over it, and then she felt the lips against her belly. There was Lincoln. He was kissing her skin, making his way toward her mound with his lips and tongue. Brook lifted her thigh. He placed it on his knee, spreading her open for Lincoln. Conway grabbed her, using his hold on her breasts and his solid, hard chest to keep her from losing her balance.

  “You’re already so wet, baby. God, that makes me happy,” Lincoln whispered then stroked his fingers over her pussy lips.

  “Keeping us happy in here is a good thing,” Conway whispered, then nipped her neck. She shivered with anticipation and excitement.

  “This is torture,” she said, sounding breathless.

  “This is where nothing else matters but us. You, me, Calder, Brook, and Lincoln. No one else, nothing else,” Conway said as he pulled on her nipples, just as Lincoln pressed two fingers up into her pussy. Brook licked across her hipbone and over the tattoo. He nibbled on the bone on her hip, making her pussy leak some more.

  “You taste incredible. I can’t wait to be inside of you,” Brook told her.

  “Me either. I’m ready, is she?” Calder asked. She heard his voice coming from behind them. Slowly Lincoln pulled his fingers from her cunt and then leaned forward and licked her pussy. He began to eat at her cream, nip her clit, and twirl his tongue around her pussy.

  “Oh, Lincoln. Oh, God, I’m coming.” She moaned, and he stopped. He pulled his mouth from her cunt and stood up.

  “What the hell?” she stated.

  “You come when we tell you that you can.” Conway pinched her again and then released her breasts. Bro
ok stood up, turned her around, and marched her forward. There was Calder. He was lying on the biggest bed she had ever seen. It was covered with pillows and a thick, fluffy, hunter-green comforter. It looked so comfortable and like something out of a fantasy story. She chuckled. It was so appropriate. This was a fantasy. It couldn’t really be happening.

  “Are you on the pill?” Brook asked as he lifted her up and right onto Calder. He was lying on the edge of the bed, completely naked, and his big, long hard dick pointing upward.

  She was in shock as her flesh hit his flesh. Her thighs pressed against his muscular thighs, and she felt so aroused and excited. She ran the palms of her hands up his very muscular thighs in admiration. Calder grabbed her hips and lifted her up. She fell to his chest.

  “Well? Pill or no pill?” Calder asked. She just stared at him. The man was a work of art.

  Smack.

  She gasped and turned not expecting the smack to her backside.

  She stared at Conway.

  “You were asked a question.”

  “No. I’m not on anything.”

  “We got it covered,” Brook said and then moved around the room. A moment later, Calder was pulling her down to kiss her. She hugged him hard. She hadn’t been with a man in almost three years.

  She absorbed the feel of thick, steel-hard male flesh beneath her breasts, her hands, and pussy. She straddled him as best she could, and kissed him back, giving him as good as he was giving her. He had ridges and dips in his flesh from all the hard muscles. He had muscles where she never knew muscles existed.

  He released her lips and lifted her up.

  “Put this on him,” Conway stated, joining them on the bed. He was naked, too, and damn, was he just as well built as Calder. His cock was huge and thick. His skin a bit tanner than Calder’s and his expression was firm as usual.

  Calder cupped her breasts and she grabbed on to his chest for support. Conway placed his hand over one of her hands. He turned it over and placed the foil wrapper into her palm. Then he cupped the back of her head, brought her closer to him, and kissed her.

  She felt her pussy leak and her nipples harden. She was going to do this. She was naked, surrounded by four men with huge cocks that all wanted her. How could this be happening? When would it go wrong?

  Conway released her lips.

  “Put it on him. Tonight is a very special night. We’re going to make you forget about everything but us,” Conway whispered.

  She felt the force of his words.

  She fumbled with the foil. She hadn’t opened one of these in ages. She tore it open and pulled out the condom. She stared at Calder’s cock.

  “Put it on. You know how to, right?” he teased.

  “It’s been forever,” she whispered and slowly moved toward his dick.

  Calder grabbed her wrist as she pressed the contraceptive over his shaft and into position. “God, your touch is like fire. Take me, J.J. Lift up, take me inside of you and ride me. I need you.”

  She hesitated only a moment as she lifted up. She felt her thighs shaking. Her hands were, too, as she placed one hand on Calder’s shoulder and the other on his encased cock, lining it up with her oversensitive pussy. She lifted higher, his cock thick and long, and then slowly lowered onto his shaft.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight. You’re like a goddamn vise grip. Shit.” He growled and then grabbed on to her hips and pumped upward. She gasped and fell forward, grabbing on to his chest.

  “She’s so damn tight. My God, I can hardly move.”

  “Oh, please move. Please, do something. You’re so big and thick. Oh God, I don’t know if I can take you,” she stated, and then lifted up and tried to ease back down. But Calder was on a mission to penetrate deeper.

  “Oh!” she screamed and then she felt the hands on her back, and something cold against her ass.

  “What is that?” She moaned as Calder pumped his hips up and down, penetrating her, and lubricating her pussy with every stroke.

  She looked over her shoulder, and Lincoln was there. He was pressing something to her ass.

  “Oh, my God. What are you doing? Oh!” She moaned from the sensations. His fingers pressed something cold into her ass. She was relieved and amazed that it had made her instantly come and allowed Calder to penetrate all the way inside of her cunt. She’d never done anything so crazy. Sure, she’d thought about trying it, but held off. It was so forbidden and naughty and… “Oh!” she moaned again.

  “I’m just getting this beautiful ass ready. My God, J.J., you have an outstanding ass,” Lincoln stated and then pinched her ass cheeks. His words, his actions, along with Calder’s thrusts, made her scream her orgasm. Calder followed.

  “Holy God. Holy shit,” he repeated and she lowered to his chest as Calder hugged her.

  She squeezed him tightly as her body shivered with the aftereffects of their lovemaking. But what had shocked her, what had amazed her and nearly brought tears to her eyes, was the feeling Calder’s hug alone had caused inside of her. She could love a man like Calder. Just as she could love Conway, Brook, and Lincoln. That scared the crap out of her.

  How could she love four men at once? How could four men love her and cherish her, alone?

  They can’t, you idiot. Take this for what it is. Lust, passion, and a human need to connect after being alone for so very long.

  * * * *

  The moment Lincoln placed his hands on her shoulders, J.J. jerked up and off of Calder. Conway was there to catch her and pull her into his arms.

  “Whoa, baby, slow down. You’re okay,” Conway whispered, as he rolled her to her back and held her face between his hands. She was panting, and then swallowed hard.

  Lincoln climbed up next to her. “I didn’t mean to scare you. God, J.J., you’re so skittish, baby. Don’t you realize yet, that none of us would ever hurt you?” he asked.

  She blinked her eyes.

  “I’m scared,” she whispered.

  Lincoln looked at Conway. Conway lifted up, still straddling her waist, and held her face between his hands.

  “You think we’re not?”

  She blinked, as if shocked by Conway’s admittance.

  “You? No,” she whispered.

  “You think we do this all the time? You think we open up our hearts, our bed, to just any woman?” he asked, feeling himself begin to get angry with her. Did she think that they were a bunch of male sluts?

  “I guess I did. I mean, Pauline indicated—”

  “Pauline is a fucking liar. She doesn’t matter. She was never here, in this room, with all four of us. Never,” Lincoln stated firmly. She looked at him and then back at Conway.

  “I’ve never done anything like this in my life. I’ve never had anal sex before either. I don’t have the experience you do,” she stated in a shy voice.

  Conway gave her a wink. “That’s good to know. It makes you and us together, even more special. I want you, J.J. I want you like Calder just had you, and so do Brook and Lincoln. We won’t hurt you. We’ll put you first, always,” Conway told her and when she nodded her head, he leaned down and kissed her.

  When she placed her hands against Conway’s, he released an emotion of relief inside. Little did she know that they had never shared a woman together, and that when Brook said to bring her to Conway’s room, it meant that he was being the first to claim that J.J. was the woman they were waiting for. The one who touched their hearts and affected them way before they’d even made love to her.

  J.J. was kissing him back, and pressing her hands along his muscles. Conway maneuvered his leg between hers and rolled over, so that she straddled him. Her long brown hair swayed over her shoulders, covering her breasts as he released her lips.

  Her lovely face was flushed, her chest blotchy, and her nipples hard as pebbles.

  “Condom?” she whispered, and he smiled.

  “You sure you’re ready?”

  “Yes, Conway. As crazy as this all is, I want you, I want all of you.
I feel so needy and I don’t know if it’s just from being alone for so long, or the power of what’s happening here. But I want it.”

  “I want you, too, J.J.,” Lincoln whispered as he took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed her fingertips. Conway watched as J.J. and Lincoln held gazes. The anticipation and the fear hit Conway in an instant. Would she allow them to make love to her together?

  “You’re a big man, Lincoln,” she whispered, and then lowered her eyes to Lincoln’s cock.

  “You do it to me, baby. You’ve made me harder than I ever remember being in my life.”

  She licked her lower lip and took the condom from Lincoln’s hand.

  “Then I guess since I’m responsible for it. I should help any way I can.”

  Conway caressed up her ribs to her breasts and cupped them.

  She closed her eyes and moaned, as Lincoln pressed a palm against her cheek, leaned over, and kissed her deeply.

  In a flash that kiss grew sexy as damn hell. Conway was amazed as J.J. ripped open the condom and took hold of his cock, while still kissing Lincoln.

  When she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, Conway moaned.

  “Damn, woman, your hand feels so good wrapped around my cock.”

  Lincoln released her lips. He held a fistful of her hair and stared straight at her.

  “I’m going to get your ass ready, and Conway and I are going to fuck you so good, and bind us as one.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, and Conway got up off the bed.

  “Let’s get you ready,” Conway told her as he scooted down lower on the bed so that his legs hung over and so did J.J.’s ass. She moaned as she placed the condom over his shaft. She rolled it down, her fingers sending jolts of desire straight to his balls.

  She lifted up and eased her wet pussy down. Conway held her hips as their gazes locked.

  “You are one sexy, hot woman.”

  “And you’re one sexy, hot chief of police.”