Retreat Hell! She Just Got Here

by Heatlerh Long

  “Your turn.” He glanced up the flushed length of her, barely recognizing the husky sound as his own voice, her scent drugging his senses.

  “Actually,” Zach leaned over the sofa, grinning. “It’s mine.”

  ***

  Zach needed to send that Madame Eve person about two dozen roses, maybe some chocolates and whatever the hell else might be the appropriate gift for giving someone back his best friend. In the two hours since Jasmine arrived, Logan—his Logan—returned to fill out the shell of the man who’d woken up in the German hospital bed nine months before. Not even taking his first real steps afterward had filled the man with life.

  No, this is all her.

  His gaze whisked over her dewy face, parted lips and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. He grinned broader. He’d been at attention since she’d walked in, but right then, he could kiss every single toe on her foot. She’d made Logan smile. She’d kissed his scarred face and she’d come apart with his mouth on her.

  Zach could worship her like a goddess just for that. Propping his elbows on the sofa, he’d damn near came all over himself watching her orgasm. Her reactions were so real her surprise mixing with want, need mingling with desire. No artifice. No posing.

  His woman.

  No. He cocked an eyebrow at Logan’s lazy grin. Our woman.

  Stealing a glance down her length to the downy, black fur between her thighs, his cock flexed. He wanted to taste her, but right then all he wanted was to be balls deep, driving into the wet heat and filling her to the brim. He wanted to drive into her until she screamed and then he wanted to come. Bareback would be preferable, but he had plenty of condoms.

  They could work up to the rest.

  “So, truth?” He stroked a finger down the length of her arm, enjoying the quiver of flesh and the wide-eyed stare she cast in his direction.

  “It’s truth or dare.” She licked her lips.

  He chuckled, continuing the lazy trace of his fingers. He loved the smoothness of her skin, the warmth, the definition. Every muscle defined without an ounce of spare flesh. If God set out to build a perfect woman, He’d struck gold with Jasmine.

  “Yeah, I know. But I want you to pick truth.”

  “Truth, then.” Her voice whispered across him. He wished she’d dared him to strip his pants earlier. The lack of shirt hardly bothered him. But his pants threatened to geld him.

  “Do you really want to have sex with us?” Careful to use the word us, he didn’t miss Logan’s narrowed eyes or the laser beam stare he focused on her face. “Both of us, together, apart, at the same time, one at a time, however we want to have you?”

  Zach wanted the answer. He needed the answer. She seemed to enjoy his attention, but her interest focused on Logan. If she wants Logan by himself, I’m out. His cock protested, but he ignored it. The night was about Logan.

  Truth be told, it was about Logan and Jasmine now, but whatever she wanted, Zach and Logan would both give it to her.

  “Yes,” she murmured, so low he barely heard her.

  “Yes?” He trailed his fingers to her collarbone, stroking the pulse point where her neck met her shoulder. It pounded beneath his fingertips. “Yes to what?”

  “Just yes. Together. Apart. One at a time. At the same time. I want to have sex with both of you.” Absolute, unabashed honesty filled her tone and her skin turned rosy. He loved that blush.

  The most sensual creature he’d ever encountered, he hoped she never stopped doing it. She blushed prettier than a high school cheerleader being asked out on her first date. Glancing at Logan, Zach shifted along the back of the sofa to let his hand rub in slow circles down beneath the fabric of her dress. His palm grazed a pointed nipple and the round suppleness of her breast filled his hand.

  Perfect.

  “You heard that, right Logan? She said both of us.”

  Logan’s pleasant surprise snapped the last doubt in Zach’s mind. “She did.”

  Massaging her breast, Zach leaned forward and caught her mouth in an open, wet, hot kiss. He thrust his tongue inside, mirroring the desire of his cock to be buried there. He could imagine sliding his cock between her lips, holding her hair as he pounded toward release. But time for that later. He had tighter, wetter ideas in mind.

  He found the clasp on the back of her dress and released it, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger as the fabric whispered downward. He sensed more than saw Logan peeling the dress off and then she was nude, completely, gloriously naked, her body everything the dress promised from the supple curves of her breasts to the narrow, flat plane of her belly.

  Breaking the kiss, he glanced up. “New plan. We need the bedroom.”

  “Agreed.” Logan surged to his feet, scooping her up. Her bottom lifted to Zach’s eye level and he nipped one cheek. I’m not going to last.

  Logan barely limped as he carried her into the bedroom. Zach grabbed the condoms out of his back pocket and tossed his wallet onto the coffee table before crowding right behind them.

  “Better suit up, Marine,” he murmured to himself, ripping open one package and unbuckling his belt. Jasmine’s hands dug into Logan’s biceps, her face squeezed tight as he kissed the hell out of her. Zach never thought of himself as a voyeur, but his stiff cock sprang free from his pants, as eager as he to sample her, already on her knees.

  Kicking off his pants, he rounded the bed and slid up behind her. He rolled the condom on, the cool tightness doing little to dampen the raging need pounding the head of his cock. The mattress dipped under their weight and she wiggled her ass when he stroked his hands over the curves. It was so round, so warm and he palmed the cheeks, skimming her anus and lower still until he found the parted lips of her sex, wet and hot, and glided his fingers right into her. She clenched around him and he had to work to spread her wider, readying her, because once his cock slid inside, it wasn’t going to be a patient, gentle fuck.

  “Help me,” he murmured through clenched teeth, pushing deeper, stretching. Logan dropped his hand down between her thighs, nudging them apart. He broke from the kiss, urging until she bent forward. Logan’s coaxed her clit and her hard, shallow pants turned into sharp, gasps of sound.

  God, I hope she’s ready. He withdrew and licked the taste of her from his hand with a moan. Her whimper of need dragged him back to the moment. He positioned his sheathed cock, his hands falling to her hips and then he slid inside until his balls stretched unbearably with the need to release.

  His hips rolled, one thrust and her slick, tight heat closed like a fist around him. Her moan lit his insides. He drew back and thrust again, balls slapping against her mound.

  “Yes!” Her exclamation pulled his orgasm from him like a bolt of lightning, riding up his cock and he fought the urge to orgasm. Her anus winked at him and his cock jerked. Would she let him between her ass cheeks, would she take him there while Logan filled her sweet sex?

  The image undid him—he’d never been an ass man before. Thank God Logan is working her clit. She came apart underneath him, hips surging back to meet every thrust as he came with her.

  Chapter Four

  Oh God, this really is happening….

  The lucid thought punched through the haze of desire wrapping around her. Logan’s hot tongue and scraping teeth on her sex flooded her with desire until she came. When Zach had stroked up her arm and asked if she really wanted them, she nearly wept all over again. She’d never experienced two orgasms that close together, much less on the heels of the first. They were both still wearing too many clothes and except for the heat of Zach’s hard callused palm massaging her breast and Logan’s warm, moist breath on her sex, they’d barely touched her.

  “Yes!” And then Logan picked her up. A strong woman, she could bench press two hundred and fifty pounds, handle a fifty caliber and still held the best time for the urban obstacle course at Camp Lejeune, but their pure masculinity dwarfed her. In Logan’s arms, she felt soft, feminine and all woman. She’d stolen a kiss on the wa
y to the bedroom, barely glimpsing Zach’s determined expression as he followed them. The sound of his pants hitting the floor sent a sensual thrill tingling through her thighs. For one brief moment, she worried she’d peed, but then Zach’s hands were on her ass, the tormenting bite he’d pressed to it, drawing her need taut. She wanted him inside her. She wanted both of them.

  Logan pulled away from her kiss and she moaned at the loss of it. The fingers filling her sent electricity racing up her spine and then Logan stroked his thumb over her sex. Her hands fell to the bed, fingers digging into the bed sheet. She rocked between them, aching with need. Zach’s hand slid away and she whimpered.

  Why did he stop?

  But then his cock nudged her entrance and she strained back to meet it. His hard thrusts stretched her, pain and pleasure twining. He was incredible, driving deep into her, the friction delicious and she wanted more. Logan’s hand continued to flick, roll and rub her clit. Her nipples burned with every brush of his arm, the fabric of his shirt rasping across one, tormenting it and leaving the other aching for a similar touch.

  She twisted along his arm, pressing her hips back in invitation to Zach. Stretching forward until eye level with his groin, she glared at his clothes.

  More…

  The errant thought drowned in a torrent of feeling as a second orgasm spiraled through her belly, shooting jets of liquid heat through her muscles. Zach’s answering groan filled her and his cock vibrated inside of her. Struggling with raging need, she reached for Logan’s belt and worked it free, the buttons and zippers no challenge versus the drive to touch him, taste him.

  His fingers halted and she felt, more than saw him begin to pull away. Tilting her head back, she shook it in mutiny.

  “Let me touch you, please.” The raw, wanton voice didn’t belong to her, but the plea worked. Logan hesitated, but stayed still as she tugged his pants and simple black boxers down. Zach’s hands stroked her back, his softened cock still pressed deeply within her and she divided her focus, squeezing his cock with kegels. Who knew that exercise would ever be so useful? He caressed her spine with delicate nips and gentle kisses. A wandering finger rimmed her anus.

  Laughter shuddered out of her. She’d wanted to experience every sexual opportunity, to be a woman. Tingles of pleasure stroked through her. Her nerve endings sizzled and every pulse of her heart sent another wave of bliss skating over her skin. She felt beautiful, exquisite and utterly feminine.

  Logan finished kicking off his pants and boxers and yanked his shirt over his head. The mottled skin she’d glimpsed along his neck and hand ran all the way down his side. His left thigh puckered with the twisted scarring of burnt flesh. Pain for him rolled through the cloud of pleasure holding her body hostage. Pain for the agony these injuries must have cost him. Pain for the stiffness of his posture.

  Behind her, Zach eased away, but she let him go without comment. Wonder filled her as she looked up the length of Logan’s body, meeting his closed expression. He expected rejection.

  He is about to be disappointed.

  Stretching forward, she kissed the scarred skin of his hip. She parted her lips, her tongue gliding over the rough ridges. A surgical scar dimpled the mottled flesh and she stroked a caress along the length of it. She rose and watched his face. He braced himself, desire peeking through his caution. Kissing her way down the chest, she laved attention to the scarred and the unscarred skin. The hard muscle beneath her fingers trembled, but she indulged herself. She wanted to touch him.

  She wanted to taste him.

  She wanted to give back that pleasure he’d given her in the sitting room. At his groin, she massaged the softened length of cock. She didn’t know what led to his accident or how he’d earned the scars decorating the left side of his body, but she recognized the trauma, the fear and the reluctance. Lapping gently around the head of his flaccid cock, she tasted fear. She eased the length between her lips, careful not to hurt him with her teeth.

  The bed dipped behind her and a warm, wet wash cloth stroked her sex. Her heart thudded like an eager puppy, delighted at Zach’s return. Rolling Logan’s cock around in her mouth, she gently sucked the head. Emboldened by his sharp inhale, she used one hand to brace herself and the other to cup his balls. A turgid lift of skin told her the scars had spread out to try and emasculate him, but he remained whole.

  Even if he didn’t feel that way. A drop of fluid beaded along the head of his cock and she paused in mid-stroke to lick the slit, drawing out the flavor. Quivers rolled up his length, the member stiffening. Pure delight filled her as she drew him deep.

  Logan’s fingers fisted in her hair as his cock engorged. It strained her jaws, and she opened wider, stroking the hardening length with every lick. His balls swelled under her hand. His thighs shook with effort and she bobbed her head forward, encouraging him to thrust. Behind her, Zach washed her sex gently.

  It was all she could do not to push back. Logan’s hands tightened in her hair, his cock thrusting deep and she swallowed, tasting his desire, richer than the steak they’d dined on. Her gaze skittered up and he stared at her with wonder, the wariness gone.

  “I want….” he began and she eased back then, bumping Zach.

  “What do you want?” she asked, favoring the thick, red head of his cock with another kiss.

  “You.” He withdrew, and Zach flipped her onto her back and tossed a condom to him. Jasmine stared at them, dazed at the swift change in position then gasped when Logan lifted her thighs, spread her wide and sank into her.

  Sensitive and swollen from Zach, she was barely prepared for the thick length stretching her. Logan adjusted their position until her calf rested against his neck. Zach stretched out to next to her on the bed and tilted her chin, kissing her. The hint of stubble on his cheeks added another layer of sensation to the sensual assault on her body and Logan surged.

  Zach’s kiss stole her breath even as Logan’s cock pounded deep enough to knock on her womb. Her insides turned to liquid and she came, crying out Logan’s name and then Zach’s. That pulled the last of her sanity with it and she arched up, her gaze colliding with Logan’s. His face twisted into a grimace of pleasure and his cock jerked as he came.

  He slipped away, but Zach pulled her toward him, stroking, tormenting and urging her until she came again. Hands drifted over her body, mouths tormented her nipples, Zach wrapped her fingers around his cock. She stroked him to hardness again and then he was inside her. They cradled her and drew out her orgasm. They took turns stretching and filling her until she thought she’d explode from delight. Drunk on pleasure, they collapsed.

  They took breaks for food, more beer and laughter.

  So much laughter.

  She rose up above Logan, rode him, watched Zach stroke his own cock back to life. Arching her head back, she laughed to the ceiling.

  I am woman. Hear me roar….

  Logan leaned up on an elbow. Every joint in his body protested at the position, but he wanted to watch her sleep. She’d snuggled between them and drifted off a little after three in the morning. Her nipples were swollen and distended, reddened from their lavish attention. The room reeked of sex.

  The sweet scent of Jasmine covered him. He could still taste her cream. He’d taken her twice and seriously considered a third go, but she slept so soundly, so sweetly it left him loathe to wake her.

  His cock ached from friction, but the twitch of motion against his thigh delighted him. He’d thought she’d be repulsed when she’d seen the scars. Seen the way they twisted his skin, disfiguring him. He wasn’t Zach with a physique to match his sunny disposition, but she’d kissed his scars, taken his flaccid, useless cock and teased life back into him.

  That first orgasm damn near blinded him. He’d hardly expected a second, a third or a fourth. Her ass was tighter than her sex, but she’d taken him, every hard inch as he’d glided along the narrow passage. Across the bed, Zach shifted and mirrored Logan’s pose, propping his head on his hand.

 
; “Better?” Stupid question, but his best friend had a right to ask it. To think I considered playing blackjack as an alternative to this.

  “Oh, yeah. I owe you.”

  “Nope, you don’t.” Zach trailed a finger down her side and frowned.

  “What?”

  “Bullet scar.” Worry threaded through Zach’s voice and Logan leaned forward to examine the puckered mark along the right side of her abdomen. “A through and through.”

  Zach was right. The scar mirrored a second one on her back. The bullet grazed the side of her belly, just an inch lower and it could have punctured her intestines. Quiet anger stirred inside of him, rousing from a year of slumber in the cave of apathy.

  He met Zach’s gaze and both men shifted, examining the rest of her. A knife mark showed on one calf and second puckered mark revealed a bullet scar along her left collarbone. Logan planned to find out what sonofabitch took a shot at her and snap every bone in his hand before he snapped his neck.

  “Iraq.” Her drowsy voice halted their inspection.

  Logan’s heart squeezed.

  She stretched her arms out, reaching first for him and then to Zach, her fingers curling to caress their cheeks. “A sniper. But we got him. So you don’t have to look so pissed.”

  “What were you doing in Iraq?” Zach asked the question that echoed through Logan.

  “Assignment. Did I mention I’m a Gunnery Sergeant?”

  Holy hell. She’s a Marine.

  “Active?” Zach’s voice tightened on the question.

  “I meet with my CO in the morning.”

  “You’re going back?” Logan frowned. He didn’t know whether to laugh or shake her. Is she out of her mind?

  “Yes.” Her voice cooled. “I’m a Marine.”

  Logan’s gaze cut up to meet Zach’s. Marines went back. They went where they were needed. If the Corps would let him, he’d go back, too. But they’d discharged him on permanent disability.