The American Soldier Collection 5: The Greatest Fight of All (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

“Kyle and Mano were friends. Mano served in the military, too. He and his brother were discharged and stripped of their ranks.”

  “We were all in the military, Amelia. All of us were Special Forces. Don’t think for a moment that we would disrespect our profession, our commitment to the Corps, or this country,” Brody stated firmly.

  She reached up and ran the palm of her hand up his chest. “I would never do that. I know the difference. In every profession there are good and bad people. I just saw the worse of them. I should have learned to stay away from such aggressive men. Mano was controlling. My brother was fighting for him and with him in the ring. The night Kyle died, he was high. He was getting killed in the illegal fight and Mano didn’t stop it. There was a lot of money riding on it. I found out later that Mano bet against Kyle. He probably even supplied him with the drugs that ultimately made his heart explode.”

  “What an asshole. How did you get away from him? What did you do?” Murphy asked.

  “I was so angry. But I was also scared of Mano’s temper.”

  “You said he hit you? How often?” Waylon asked. He was biting the inside of his cheek. He wanted to take all those bad memories away from her. He wanted to erase them from his mind and he felt like such an asshole for getting so angry with her earlier. No wonder she was scared.

  “Months. But when I found out about Kyle, the drugs, and that Mano bet against him, I went to confront him. He was the only family I had left and now there was no one to trust. No man to lean on for support to protect me and care for me. I wanted someone to love me and I wanted it all to be a misunderstanding.”

  He watched as Amelia took a deep breath and wiped the tear from her eye before it fell.

  “What happened?” Ricky asked.

  “I went to the apartment to talk with him. I made the decision that if he truly did those things and caused Kyle’s death, then we were finished. When I got there—”

  She stopped talking and swallowed hard as she closed her eyes and shook her head.

  “Yes?” Brody asked.

  “I found him in bed with two women.”

  “Holy shit,” Murphy said. She nodded her head.

  “What did he do? What did he say?” Brody asked.

  “He blamed it all on me. He told me that I was crazy and then he beat me.”

  “Holy fuck.”

  Waylon pulled her into his arms and against his chest. He kissed the top of her head and caressed her upper back, being sure to watch out for her injuries. His heart ached for her. Twenty-six years old and she had more than a lifetime’s worth of agony and heartache.

  “I’m so sorry, Amelia. I’m sorry that you were all alone and that you went through all of that. Mostly, I’m sorry that I made you feel like he made you feel.”

  She tilted her head toward him and cupped his face between her hands. He could see the tears glistening on her thick, long eyelashes. “No, Waylon. We both behaved wrongly. It was my insecurities and fears from being hurt by Mano that have made me resistant to trusting all of you, and giving this relationship a chance. You started yelling, and charging at me, believing the worse, before fully understanding the situation. I know in my heart that you, Murphy, Brody, and Ricky would never hurt me. The only way you could do that was if you pushed me away and told me that you didn’t want me anymore because of all of this.”

  “Are you kidding me? We want to take all the pain away,” Ricky stated.

  “We want to help you to forget about all of it,” Murphy told her.

  “We want to love you and we want you to love us and trust us,” Brody said as he leaned over her shoulder then kissed her skin.

  “I’m already in love with you, Amelia. Tonight proves it. My heart’s been cold and broken for far too long. But when I found out that you were in trouble, I lost it. Then add in the misunderstanding about the text message and forget it. I was a wild man with jealousy, anger, and devastation. I don’t want to ever feel that way again. You complete me, Amelia.”

  “I love you, too, Waylon.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed her back, rolled her to her back, and gave her everything he had. When he released her lips, she cringed, and he saw the cut on her lip.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No. I needed that kiss. My lips will heal. I promise to be honest with you all from now on.”

  “Us, too,” Ricky stated.

  “Now, what are we going to do about that Mano character?” Murphy asked. Waylon had forgotten about him for a moment.

  “Kill the fucker,” Brody stated very seriously and they all laughed.

  Amelia turned to her left to look at Brody. “Thanks for that.”

  Brody smiled then ran the palm of his hand up her belly, under the camisole to her breast. He cupped the mound and she parted her lips. “You’re our woman. We’ll protect you.” He leaned down to kiss her lips.

  Waylon felt the concern remain inside of him. Something told him that this situation was far from over. A bit more information and some phone calls to their friends might be needed.

  “We’ll need some information on him. We’ve got friends that can help,” Waylon whispered.

  “Could we talk about it later? My head is throbbing and I feel very tired,” Amelia said.

  “Sure thing, sweetheart. You can sleep in tomorrow,” Waylon told her.

  “I probably won’t have a job by Monday morning,” Amelia stated.

  “Why not?” Murphy asked.

  “Because Tucker is my boss’s son.”

  “Toby knows his son is a jerk. When the cops prove that he was high or whatever and the charges stick, Toby will do the right thing,” Ricky said with confidence.

  “I sure hope so, or I’m going to have to look for a job and move back in with Regan. That will totally cramp the girl’s love life.”

  “Could we not talk about our sister’s love life please?” Murphy replied.

  “The only other place you would move in would be our place. We’ll work it out. You get some rest,” Brody told her and she smiled then snuggled closer into the pillow. She held Brody’s hand against her breast and then leaned into Waylon. Waylon looked at Murphy and Ricky and smiled then winked.

  They would work it all out. Protecting Amelia was their top priority now, and no one was going to try and tear them apart. No one.

  Chapter 12

  Amelia awoke with a start. She absorbed the smell of men’s cologne and the feel of warmth cocooning her. She tried to adjust her eyes to the dim light of the room as she lifted her head and cringed just a little.

  Brody was holding her from behind. His large hand covered her breast. Waylon was right next to her on her other side. His expression seemed angry, even in sleep. She searched for Murphy and Ricky, and didn’t find them. Perhaps they went to go sleep on the couch. It was early morning. A glance by the table and her clock read 4:45 a.m.

  Suddenly the hand that cupped her breast moved, and Brody gave it a squeeze. She smiled to herself as she turned slightly to look at him over her shoulder, but couldn’t see if he had his eyes open.

  She loved them all so much. Last night was scary, but ended with good stuff. Sharing her fears with them was necessary. Now it was time to move on. She would deal with the Tucker incident on Monday.

  She placed her hand over Brody’s and moved it lower. At first, he resisted, probably thinking that she wanted it away from her breast. No way. I would never push away their touch, their masculinity, and show of affection. I crave it now. I want to feel them everywhere, especially inside of me.

  She pushed it over her belly then down between her legs. He cupped her pussy over the material of the skirt. As she started to roll to her back, to give him better access to her body, he moved his hand down and under the material.

  His fingers maneuvered under her panties. She moved her hand down over his and spread her thighs wider. As she followed the motions his fingers took, she moaned. She was touching herself, with Brody. It was erotic and made her wa
nt him inside of her.

  Another hand moved along her camisole. Waylon.

  He kissed her shoulder, leaned up on his elbow, then looked down to where his brother stroked her pussy.

  “You want us?”

  “Always,” she replied, and he held her expression with such intensity she nearly released a small cry of pleasure.

  “Let us take you together,” Brody whispered, adjusting his body and pressing his fingers in and out of her pussy faster. She gripped his wrist and released a small spasm of pleasure as she thrust her breasts upward.

  “Yes.”

  Brody gently pulled fingers from her pussy then began to help Waylon discard her clothing from her body. She tensed a few times as they adjusted her to their liking.

  “Are you in pain?” Waylon asked as he wrapped an arm around her from behind and lifted her up.

  “No. With you, only pleasure.”

  He kissed along her collarbone then her shoulder.

  “We’ll go slow. We don’t have any lube on us. I’ll need to get this sexy ass of yours ready. You just relax and enjoy this. Taking you like this binds our commitment to you and you to us even further. Do you understand?” Waylon, so very serious and intense, made her shake with both anticipation and reservations.

  Would it be pleasurable, or was the hype better than the actual act? She was so aroused and so wet right now it didn’t matter. She wanted them everywhere.

  “I want it. I want you both. I want to feel safe and loved. I’m tired of being scared, Waylon. I’m tired of feeling incomplete.”

  “Come to me, baby,” Brody said. Waylon lifted her up and placed her on a now fully naked Brody. She licked her lips, feeling the sting from the cut there. Brody caressed her cheek then ran a thumb gently below the wound.

  “Does it hurt a lot?” he asked as he adjusted his hips.

  She shook her head.

  Waylon pressed a finger to her pussy. It slid right in because she was so damn wet.

  “Jesus, baby, you’re soaked,” he told her. She closed her eyes and moaned as the tiny little spasms of pleasure released. She sure was wet, as he moved his finger from pussy to anus, coating the puckered hole with her own cream.

  “Oh God, Waylon, I feel so aroused.”

  “I love it baby. I love you, and how you get all wet and ready for our cocks. This ass is mine, darling,” he whispered, pressing against her. Keeping one hand on her shoulder, he squeezed as he pressed his finger through the tight rings of her ass. Back and forth he rotated the digit, and she moaned then reached for her cunt.

  Brody gently moved her fingers from her own clit. “Allow me, darling.” She locked gazes with him as Brody stroked her cunt while Waylon thrust his finger back and forth into her anus.

  She began to press back then ride their fingers.

  “I need you,” Brody whispered, then pulled her to him and kissed her lips. Waylon released his hold on her shoulder, as Brody pulled his fingers from her cunt.

  He then moved his hands over her hips and lifted her so that she could take his cock inside of her.

  She lifted up, felt the small bit of ache in her lower back, then eased down his shaft.

  Brody held her gaze.

  “Just like that. Inside of you is heaven, Amelia. Pure heaven.”

  She moaned, tilting her head back, moving her pelvis, trying to get him deeper inside of her. She began to ride him, thrusting up and down as quickly as she could,

  Brody grabbed her hips. “Slow down, baby, or I’ll come before Waylon is inside of you.”

  At that moment she felt Waylon’s hands on her back and his fingers trailing back and forth over the crack of her ass, while his other finger moved smoothly in and out of her ass.

  “You’re sopping wet, Amelia. It’s dripping from your pussy.” Waylon pressed a finger against her puckered hole. She moaned then thrust harder onto Brody’s cock.

  “That’s it, baby. You like this don’t you? You want to try this? You want both of us together?”

  “Yes, oh God, Waylon, please.” She felt another eruption. The sloshing sound filled the room.

  Waylon pressed her back down so she was chest to chest with Brody. Brody grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her. She could feel Waylon’s fingers press through the tight rings of her ass. It burned as she moaned into Brody’s mouth and tensed from the odd invasion.

  “Keep moving. Just relax your muscles. You’re so tight, baby. You’re sucking my fingers in deeper. Your body knows. You want it.” He began to move his fingers in and out of her ass again, and she knew he was getting her ready for his cock. He was a big man they all were in that department. She tensed a moment until Brody thrust upward.

  Amelia felt this deep pull inside of her pussy and core. It was like some sort of imaginary string. With every stroke of Waylon’s fingers, she opened her thighs wider and began to move on Waylon. Brody caressed her ass cheek with his free hand.

  “That’s it, baby. Ride him.”

  “Oh God, Waylon, do something. I need more.” She raised her voice and Waylon pulled his fingers from her ass. Her body erupted and she moaned then thrust up and down on Brody’s cock.

  “Here I come,” Waylon said. She felt the tip of his cock at her back opening. She tensed a moment. Fear gripped her insides. He was a big man. Fingers were one thing, but Waylon’s thick, hard cock was another.

  Brody grabbed her face between the palms of his hands.

  “Look at me. Look at me and feel the love between us. We’d never hurt you. This is all we’ve ever dreamed about.”

  She lowered slightly, adjusted her pussy, and felt Waylon push into her anus.

  “Oh God, Waylon. Oh my God.” She raised her voice and he pushed all the way inside of her. She gasped for air. Brody cupped her breasts and pulled so hard on her nipples that she gasped and momentarily forgot about the burning sensation behind her.

  “I’m in. Holy fuck, you’re so damn tight. I’m going to come quick, Amelia,” Waylon told her. Then they began to move. She moaned and initially felt tense but with every thrust from them back and forth, she became so aroused and so needy she begged for more.

  “How does it feel?” Brody asked.

  “More. I want more. Please do something.”

  They were touching her, caressing her, pulling on her nipples, and gripping her ass and hips. They were surrounding her as Brody exploded and she followed after. “Oh!” She moaned loudly and then Waylon pulled out and shoved back into her ass. She lost her breath on each of his strokes, then felt his fingers dig into her hips as he thrust one final time, held her hips in place, and moaned against her shoulder.

  They were all panting for air.

  “That was fucking sexy as damn hell to watch,” Ricky stated as Amelia looked over her shoulder to see Ricky and Murphy standing in the doorway wearing their boxers.

  Slowly Waylon pulled from her ass, making her gasp. “I’ll get something to clean you up.” He kissed her shoulder.

  Brody pulled from her next then rolled her to her back. He kissed her softly on the lips then lower, trailing kisses over her very sensitive breasts and nipples.

  The light from outside was beginning to fill the room. It was still early, but the sun was rising.

  “You look like a goddess,” Murphy stated then walked closer to the bed.

  Waylon returned and began to wash her.

  “I can do that,” she said and reached for the cloth.

  He gave her a stern expression. “I’ll take care of you.”

  “It’s our job now,” Brody whispered then nipped her nipple.

  “Hey,” she scolded him, swatting him away. But Waylon moved and Murphy lifted her up toward him. He had removed his boxers and now sat on the edge of the bed with her straddling his hips. They moved her around like a rag doll and she loved it. It gave her such a feminine feeling. They would take care of her.

  * * * *

  Murphy was overwhelmed with emotions. He ran his fingers through her h
air then kissed her on the mouth. He felt Amelia reach for his cock. When her delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft, he moaned.

  She lifted her hips and aligned his cock with her pussy. She felt wet and ready as she slowly lowered herself onto him.

  “You’re so beautiful and sexy. You scared me last night.”

  Her head was slightly tilted back as she lowered up and down on him. Her lips were parted, and her breasts were full and plump. He moved his hands along her lower back and everywhere he could reach.

  “Damn, baby, you got my dick so hard right now.”

  She tensed a moment when Ricky touched her from behind.

  “Are you okay?” Murphy asked.

  “No,” she whispered and he immediately felt tense. He scrunched his eyes and Ricky placed his hands on her shoulder.

  “What’s wrong?” Ricky asked her.

  She tilted her head up toward Ricky and leaned her back against him. Her breasts were fully accessible and her expression serious as she looked up, holding Ricky’s gaze.

  “I need you inside me, too, Ricky. I want to bind us all together, like I did with Waylon and Brody.”

  Murphy saw Ricky smile then smooth his hands down over Amelia’s breasts, cupping them and fondling them.

  He thrust his hips against her ass and Amelia released a bit of cream.

  “With pleasure, Amelia,” Ricky said then massaged her breast again before moving his hands slowly up her body, over her shoulders then to her back.

  Amelia leaned forward and pushed Murphy to his back. His legs spread over the edge of the bed and Murphy knew she wanted it.

  She gripped Murphy’s shoulders and began to move atop of him. Up and down she stroked his cock and Murphy closed his eyes and relished in the sensation of being inside of her.

  He gripped her hips, needing deeper penetration. She was going too slow.

  “Damn, woman, you feel so good.” He thrust upward and she gasped from the move. He did it again, and he felt the cream release from her pussy. She was so turned on and wet from this. She was feeling what he was. He just knew it.

  The sloshing sound filled the room and then Ricky pressed her chest lower.