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

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  Waylon reached out and pressed the palm of his hand against her cheek then neck. He cupped her head and stepped closer. She reached up and held on to his wrist and smiled.

  “It’s nothing, Waylon,” she stated.

  “That dick contacted her again, Waylon. He threatened her and he threatened us,” Murphy said.

  “No. They’re just words. He doesn’t know anything. When he called me that day, I told him that I moved on. He assumed that I meant on to another man. I’ll just change my phone number. I’ve done it before. I’ll do it again.” She reached for her cell and Sandman held her hand over the phone. He locked gazes with her.

  “This is not something to take lightly. First verbal threats, then physical assault.”

  “Already been there. So I guess he’s going backward.” She pulled away from Sandman.

  “This guy hit you?” Sandman asked her. He was definitely disgusted.

  She turned away and looked at Murphy. “Why are you doing this? Why did you bring me here? I trusted you.”

  She turned to walk away. “I want to leave now.”

  Ricky grabbed her hand. He brought it against his chest.

  “We’ll walk outside to get some fresh air.” Ricky led her outside. She wouldn’t look over her shoulder at the others. She knew they were angry. Those texts were hard to read for her. She couldn’t imagine how difficult it was for them. They said that they loved her, but she just wanted to move on. Maybe if she ignored Mano’s attempts at pursuing her, he would eventually stop?

  * * * *

  Ricky pulled her into his arms and hugged her to him. He caressed along her back and inhaled the scent of her perfume.

  “You need to calm down and trust us. This guy, he could come here looking for you, and then what?” he whispered against her ear then kissed her skin. She felt tense, but then began to relax the more kisses he would spread.

  “I just want to ignore him. There’s been too much drama in my life lately. I don’t want any more of it.”

  He pressed his palm firmer against her back, then softly over her ass, before moving back up to her back again.

  “Are you scared of him?” he asked.

  She seemed surprised as she immediately looked up toward him. His chin was to his chest, and her head was way back to her shoulders.

  “Why are you asking me this?”

  “It’s a simple question, Amelia. Are you scared of him? Does imagining him physically in front of you, scare you?”

  She swallowed hard.

  She seemed to think about that a moment. Then she nodded her head. He felt his gut clench and his concern grow even deeper. But she needed someone to be calm here.

  “Let me share something with you. Something that a lot of people don’t know about me. You see, I was on a mission in…well, let’s just say, somewhere foreign, and well, I was captured. Fortunately for me, those who captured me were nowhere near their base. Anyway, without getting into too much detail, I escaped. But not before fighting for my life, and getting stabbed multiple times. I was beaten with whips and rope and metal objects. I wanted to die. I survived it. My will to live and move on and see my brothers and my family again helped me get through that. But for years after, I couldn’t sleep at night. I would wake up thinking that I was back there again. I was under their control, their abuse, and their torture all over again. My brothers knew what I was going through. They all had their share of pain and faced death head-on. You survived something, too, Amelia. Your own war at home.

  “What I’m trying to tell you is that you’re not alone, the way you thought you were. You don’t have to hide your phone, pretend that Mano’s messages and harassment doesn’t bother you, out of fear or acting tough. We’re here to protect you. We’re here to love you and care for you. You’re not alone in this world anymore, Amelia. You’ve filled our empty hearts. You complete each of us. Take the leap of faith. Let us get this guy off your ass. Fight for us. For what the five of us are together, which is perfection.”

  She clutched him hard, wrapped her arms around him, and held him just as tight as he had been holding her.

  “Okay, Ricky. I’ll do it. I’ll talk to Sandman and I’ll let you protect me.”

  He brushed a strand of hair from her face then placed his palm against her cheek.

  “Together. We’re a team, together.”

  She nodded her head and he smiled, for Amelia was now and forever, his everything.

  * * * *

  Murphy was still upset. Despite Ricky’s ability to get her to cooperate, and give information to Sandman, she hadn’t said a word to Murphy. He was used to giving orders and to making decisions for everyone. Now Amelia fell into that category as well.

  He watched her quietly walk into their kitchen and look around. She smiled at Waylon as he brushed by her, tickling her side.

  “Want to go sit out on the back patio for a bit, or would you like the tour?” Brody asked her.

  “The tour first. This is a really nice place you guys have. It’s big, too.”

  Brody reached his hand out to walk her toward the living room.

  They disappeared and he stared after them.

  “What’s up with you?” Ricky asked Murphy.

  “Nothing.”

  “Bull fucking shit, nothing. Spit it out,” Waylon said, then sat on the barstool while guzzling down a bottle of water.

  “I’m just pissed off.”

  “At the situation? We all are. At least she spoke to Sandman and he can check this asshole out,” Ricky said.

  “It’s not just that. It’s how she reacted to me telling Sandman. She was going to just ignore those text messages. She needs to learn to trust us and not to keep things from us.”

  “Murphy, she didn’t know you were going to tell Sandman. She’s used to handling things on her own. She’ll get used to it. Just give her some slack,” Ricky stated.

  “No. I’m not giving her slack. I’m in charge here. You three damn well know that I run a tight, organized house and life. I’m the oldest. Looking out for all of you is my job. Amelia is our woman. She comes first. I won’t stand here and allow her to think that she can do what she wants.”

  “Do what I want? What the hell is that supposed to mean, Murphy?” Amelia asked, raising her voice as she entered the hallway to the kitchen along with Brody. Now Brody looked upset.

  Murphy stared down at her. “I’m pissed off, Amelia. I don’t like being second-guessed. I was trying to protect you back there at Casper’s and telling Sandman about Mano.”

  She walked closer, with her hands on her hips.

  “Well maybe you should have told me what your true intentions in going there were. Perhaps if you were forthright, I wouldn’t have reacted so strongly. I don’t know those men. I never even shared what happened to me with anyone but the four of you. I guess I felt betrayed.”

  He thought about what she said for a moment.

  “So did I. I felt like you didn’t trust us to protect you. I thought that you might even consider not telling us when that asshole calls you.”

  She released an angry gasp then walked closer and shoved her finger into his chest.

  “You are such a stubborn, bullheaded, royal pain in the ass. How dare you think for one minute that you can order me around or place me into your own personal troop of soldiers. Because that’s what you’re doing, Mr. Drill Sergeant. I’m not in the military. I live my life my way and that’s it. You want to bump heads some more?”

  He stared at her in shock. She had a fire in her that made his cock instantly harden and his temper flare.

  “Watch your tone,” he told her.

  “Or what?”

  He reached out, grabbed a hold of her dress over her belly and pulled her against him. Running his fingers through her hair, he cupped her head and descended upon her lips. He kissed her fully, holding her tight as she struggled only momentarily. Then she kissed him back and climbed his body.

  Murphy lifted her up and placed her
on the kitchen island. He shoved the bodice of her strapless dress down, exposing her braless breasts to his hands. Cupping them, he pulled the nipples, and thrust his cock against her. She pulled from his mouth and ran her fingers through his hair.

  They were breathing heavy as he lowered his mouth to her breast.

  “Damn it, Murphy,” she scolded him while he sucked as much of her right breast into his mouth as he could and sucked hard. She moaned, gripped his head, and thrust her hips forward. Releasing her breast, pulling lightly on her nipple with his teeth, he stared up at her.

  “You’re in for a hell of a spanking tonight.”

  “Spanking?” she asked, sounding shocked. But with her lips red and swollen from their hot kiss and her nipples hard as pebbles, he knew she was aroused by the prospect.

  “Hell yeah.” He bent down, lifted her up over his shoulder, and carried her to the bedroom.

  “Put me down. You’re crazy, Murphy.”

  “They don’t call him Mad Dog for nothing, Amelia,” Ricky teased.

  By the time he climbed the stairs, he had maneuvered his fingers under her panties and straight up into her wet cunt.

  “You’re so wet woman. So fucking wet for your spanking.”

  He pulled his fingers from her cunt. Amelia moaned as he slowly lowered her to the bed. He peeled the dress down her body and off of her. He reached for the panties and she pretended to move back on her elbows, as if escaping.

  He grabbed her ankle, pulled her back, then pulled off her panties. “No fucking games, Amelia. You’re my woman. I am your man. Get it through your thick skull.”

  She flipped onto her belly to scramble up the bed. “You’re crazy. I am so not allowing you to do that to me.”

  “I don’t recall any of us asking for permission,” Brody said. Murphy smiled as he pulled Amelia lower on the bed. His brothers were stripping out of their clothes.

  Murphy ran the palms of his hands up and down her ass cheeks.

  “Murphy?” Amelia practically moaned, and he pulled her down to the edge of the bed then lowered to his knees.

  He pressed his fingers up into her pussy and she moaned aloud.

  “So fucking wet. I might not need that lube, Ricky.” Murphy leaned forward and licked her cunt where his fingers stroked her.

  “Oh God. Oh God, I’m coming.” She moaned. He sucked her clit hard and Amelia screamed her first release.

  “Give me that.” Murphy took the tube of lube from Ricky. He squeezed some out then lifted her by her hips, so that she was on all fours.

  He pressed a finger full into her anus.

  “Oh. My. God,” she said.

  “Offer me your ass, Amelia. Offer it to all of us, who love you and are in charge of you.”

  She wiggled her hips, and Brody lay on his belly next to her and pressed a finger to her pussy.

  “Brody, please. Oh please do something.”

  Murphy smacked her ass and she jerked downward.

  “She is so fucking wet, Mad Dog. Go in. You’re good to go,” Brody said then thrust fingers up into her.

  “With pleasure.” He pulled his fingers from her ass and gave her cheeks three consecutive smacks.

  “Oh!” She moaned aloud.

  “Fucking A, baby, you’re incredible,” Murphy stated. He aligned his cock with her anus and slowly pushed into her. Amelia moaned and widened her legs, trying to allow him entry.

  “Nice and easy, honey. Let him in,” Ricky said as he caressed her hair from her face. Waylon took position in front of her, kneeling and holding his cock.

  “I can’t. I need something more. I need…” she said, pleading.

  Murphy thrust completely into her ass. He gripped her hips and held himself deep inside of her.

  “We know what you need, baby.” Waylon stroked her lips with his cock and Amelia opened to accept him.

  Murphy watched in admiration as he thrust back and forth into her ass. He gave her ass another two smacks, and Waylon had to grab her hair and head to keep her in place, sucking his cock.

  “Fuck, baby, easy now. Go easy on me,” Waylon said, closing his eyes and grinding his teeth.

  Murphy pulled out and thrust back into her ass.

  “Fuck,” he said then exploded inside of her.

  Brody reached under her and pressed fingers to her cunt. Her body convulsed and Waylon exploded as she orgasmed at the same time.

  She pulled her mouth from Waylon, making him fall backward moaning.

  “Oh God, I need more.” She reached underneath herself and pressed fingers to her cunt.

  “Sweet mother, that’s fucking hot,” Ricky said.

  “Fucking incredible,” Brody stated then moved underneath her by lifting her up and placing her right onto his shaft. She immediately sought the relief she was looking for. Murphy saw her face as he leaned around to kiss her.

  “Ride him good. Fuck him and claim him,” Murphy told her and she did just that.

  “Give me that lube now,” Ricky ordered. Murphy tossed him the tube and a few seconds later, Ricky was behind her, standing at the edge of the bed, aligning his cock with her anus.

  Amelia pushed back and Ricky smacked her ass.

  “Easy. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Get in there now. I want it now.” She thrust down on top of Brody. Brody held her hips and thrust upward. “Fuck.” He moaned as Ricky shoved into her ass.

  Murphy watched in admiration and arousal as Amelia threw her head back, pushed her large breasts out and moaned.

  “Yes. Oh please. Please don’t stop.”

  Brody and Ricky continued to take turns thrusting into her. Finally Brody exploded, unable to move anymore. He was obviously overaroused.

  Ricky smacked her ass two more times. “You will listen to Murphy. He is the boss of you. He has your best interests at heart.” He pumped his hips, wrapped an arm around her midsection, and exploded inside of her. She gasped and her body shook as she came.

  “This is totally not fair. You four ganged up on me.” She pouted as she lay motionless on Brody’s chest.

  They each stroked her skin and gently rubbed her ass.

  “Apparently you like when we gang up on you,” Murphy whispered then squeezed her butt.

  “She especially enjoys when we all spank her ass during sex,” Ricky added.

  “I didn’t get to spank her ass,” Brody exclaimed.

  “I don’t think that I did either,” Waylon added.

  Amelia lifted her head up and looked at them. “Well, the night is young.” She lifted up and began to climb off of Brody. Murphy wrapped an arm around her waist then pulled her into a cradle position in his arms.

  “Not so fast, little one.”

  He set her down onto her feet, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her until she was limp.

  He would have to learn how to accept Amelia’s independence, like she was going to learn to accept his authority. But, a little voice inside his head hoped that every little challenge ended like this one. In the bedroom, making love.

  Chapter 15

  Amelia’s cell phone rang first thing Monday morning. She saw the caller ID with Ricky by her side.

  “It’s Toby. Probably telling me that I’m fired.”

  “Answer it and see,” Brody whispered from the other side of her. Murphy and Waylon were already up and downstairs. The trainers and Waylon’s agent were on their way over to the gym she had yet to see. That would be a whole other thing to face.

  Ricky caressed her hip as she sat up.

  “Hello.”

  “Amelia, it’s Toby. Are you okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “I heard about what happened. I’m so sorry. If you need a few days off, please take them. We’ll cover for you.”

  “You mean, I still have a job?”

  “Why the hell wouldn’t you? You were attacked. He could have really hurt you or worse. I know my son. He and I aren’t exactly on good terms. I’ve tried my hardest to get him the help he
needs, but he’s refused time after time. This was the last straw.”

  “But, he came to see you at the hospital. You seemed friendly.”

  “Polite, in front of you. The envelope was money he said he needed to fix his truck, so that he could accept a construction job. Turned out, the money was to support his drug habit. He was high you know, when he attacked you. The police said he was drunk, too. Toxicology reports say heroine. Can you believe that? Please say that you’ll come back here. We need you.”

  “Well, I need the job. I’ll be there.”

  “Well, take a few days. Just be sure to make it to the barbeque next weekend. After all, you’re in charge of it and sure did raise a lot of money. The families are going to love it.”

  “Okay. How about I see you tomorrow.”

  “Whenever is good for you.”

  She disconnected the call, closed her eyes, and released a long sigh. “Still have a job?” Brody asked.

  “Yes, I do.” She explained about Tucker.

  “Damn guy needs help,” Ricky said as he got up from the bed.

  “He does. Maybe I should go in today.”

  Brody wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her backward. He maneuvered over her and between her legs. “Not so fast.”

  He covered her mouth and kissed her. That kiss grew deeper and soon she was thrusting her hips against his very engorged cock.

  He released her lips. “Ricky can make us breakfast, while I teach you a little bit about household rules.”

  “Household rules?”

  “Rule number one, our beds are your beds. Wherever we want to make love to you, you will oblige.”

  “That sounds like two rules,” she teased him then reached down and aligned his cock with her pussy. He lifted up then slowly stroked into her.

  “Fuck it then. The rules are, what we say goes, so prepare to be naked and thoroughly loved.”

  She ran her fingers through his hair as Ricky began to get dressed.

  “You know, they should call you something other than Ice. You’re so sweet and warm.”

  Ricky let out a loud laugh.

  “Like what?” Brody asked, then thrust into her hard.