She liked them a lot. Hell, she believed that she loved them, but it seemed as though they were trying to keep her at a distance and remind her that nothing more could come of this relationship. They were leaving in another two weeks for some job.
She wanted to ask questions, but she sensed their resistance to opening up about their personal lives. She’d thought when she’d given them her virginity and chosen them that it was because they each represented the type of man she wanted, desired, and could trust. It was crazy, but the attraction and chemistry between all of them was amazing separately and even stronger when they all were together.
Could they not see it or feel it? Was she just so inexperienced and naive that she thought this was more than it actually was? It sucked that she had no one to talk to or to help her dissect these men’s emotions. Didn’t they feel as strongly for her as she did for them?
Nina felt warm lips against her neck and a strong arm wrap around her waist from behind. She was fixing the salad. Everything else was warming in the oven.
Corona pressed his mouth against her bare neck. She had her hair pulled up in a bun on top of her head as she cooked and wore a thin camisole and lightly flared black skirt. She was barefoot and enjoying the comfortable temperatures as a light breeze filtered through the open kitchen windows.
“I thought I said no bras or panties anymore,” he reprimanded her and suckled a little harder on her neck. She stopped what she was doing, wiped her hands on the towel, and eased them back against his sides. Corona was such a dominant, bossy man. He was big, too, and standing here barefoot made her feel fragile and feminine.
His hand moved along her waist then under her camisole to her bra-covered breast. He massaged it firmly.
“What if someone came by to visit? Then they would see,” she replied to his upset about her wearing undergarments. When he’d told her not to wear any, she’d thought he was teasing. Apparently not.
“Nobody is coming near this house without us knowing it way in advance. Now, take it off.” He continued to kiss her neck. She understood that that when Corona gave an order, she’d better respond quickly. Mostly, though, his dominant, controlling ways turned her on and made her pussy swell with need, so she was willing to accept his control.
She bumped him slightly as she unclipped her bra and maneuvered out of it. It fell to the floor, and the straps to her camisole fell down her arms.
He rubbed his palms from her wrists to her upper arms and then pressed down, making the camisole fall to her waist. She was facing the open window, and the cool air collided with her nipples, hardening them.
“Oh,” she whispered.
He cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples while suckling her neck.
“Such pretty little nipples. You like getting ordered around, don’t you, Nina?”
She nodded, and he plucked her nipples.
“Oh.” She gasped.
He tugged again. “Say it. Tell me,” he demanded.
“Yes. I love it,” she admitted and felt her pussy spasm.
He released her breasts and then lifted her skirt and pressed her over the counter. She bent over and absorbed the feel of his large, callused hand caressing over her backside then up her back, pressing her more firmly to the counter. When he trailed a finger under the elastic of her thong panties, she shivered.
“I said no panties, no more,” he scolded.
Smack.
“Oh.” She jerked forward, not expecting the slap to her ass. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but then he smacked her ass again and again.
“That’s really pretty. A nice shade of pink. You look fucking sexy.” He leaned over her to press kisses along her neck and down her bare back then to her ass cheeks.
“You got my cock nice and hard, Nina, and the sight of you bent over this counter is making me harder by the second. I need in, Nina.”
“Yes. I want you,” she told him, knowing that Corona and the others needed her to say that before they took her. She didn’t know if it was to make sure she wasn’t feeling pressured for the sex, or if they were looking out for her and caring for her, or if they were trying to make it seem as if they weren’t in need of making love to her but she was in need of them. She didn’t know, and she was getting tired of analyzing the emotions and trying to figure out if they truly cared.
She felt her panties and skirt being shoved down and then her thighs being spread. She expected to feel the tip of his big cock and then him filling her up, but instead, she felt his fingers and tongue as Corona bent down and suckled her pussy as she spilled more cream. She loved this. She loved the power they had over her body and the abilities they possessed to make her so wild with need she would let them do anything. When she felt Corona’s tongue lick over her anus, she nearly shot up away from the counter.
He grabbed her hips. “Stay still. I’m just exploring this sexy ass. This bud is as tight as this little, sweet pussy.” He pressed a finger to her anus.
She gripped the counter. “Corona.”
“Don’t be scared. Has a man ever taken you here?” he asked, easing his wet digit into her ass.
She felt the burn and couldn’t speak. She pushed back and wiggled. He chuckled, his warm breath colliding with her sensitive flesh.
“No. Never. Oh, God, it burns.”
“That’s hot. A virgin ass. Hmmm.” He licked her cunt as he fingered her ass.
“Corona. Oh, God, Corona,” she panted.
“Fuck.” He shifted, spreading her thighs wider, keeping his finger in her ass, and then she felt his cock press up into her pussy. He shoved in deep, and she cried out through the open window.
He pounded into her, and the sensations of his cock in her pussy while he thrust fingers into her ass was too much. She screamed her release, and he pulled his finger out, grabbed her hips, and thrust over and over again into her pussy from behind.
Corona grunted and came then wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned over her. He was practically crushing her, but she didn’t care. She loved it, and she loved him.
She was shocked at her thoughts, but then came the scattered kisses to her skin, against her neck and then down her shoulders and her arm. He eased out of her and then turned her around, lifted her up, and placed her onto the counter, knocking over the salad bowl.
She ran her hands through his hair as he looked over her breasts, then leaned down and suckled a nipple into his mouth. He pulled her close once he released her nipple.
“You’re amazing, baby. I’ll never forget these times with you.” He then kissed her deeply.
She felt her heart sink and fear, disappointment, flooded her soul. She was only a temporary thing. She’d known this from the start, but when had it all changed? Why had she fallen in love with them, and when had she decided she wanted more?
* * * *
They spent more time making love to Nina, talking to her about Salvation and how they’d built this house, how much they traveled.
“It gets tiresome, and sometimes we’re desperate for a break. Like right now, coming here to Salvation for a little R&R,” Atlanta told her.
Corona cleared his throat and listened to the men describe the difficulty they had leaving the house as they got older. Nina complimented the design of the house and the privacy of the land.
“Maybe we could try to go back into town again, together? That is, if Atlanta allows me to.” She stared at Atlanta with her arms crossed in front of her chest. She was leaning against the railing outside on the porch as the sun was setting. Corona saw Atlanta give her the evil eye.
“You better not be sassing me, girl. If I take you to town now and you flirt, men could be getting seriously injured.”
Corona was shocked at his remark. It sounded so possessive, as if he was claiming Nina as more than just a lover. Truth was, they would all would kill any man that laid a hand on her right no—other than one another.
She shook her head and exhaled.
“That won’
t be necessary, Atlanta. Just like the first time we went to town and you had things wrong, I don’t flirt.”
Atlanta sat forward in his seat and then curled his finger at her. Corona watched, as did Freeman, who chuckled.
Nina raised one of her eyebrows up at Atlanta.
“Seriously?” she challenged him.
“Need another ass spanking, Nina?”
Atlanta felt his cock harden in his jeans. Corona had dished out a nice ass spanking to Nina earlier when she’d come down from the shower and he found her wearing panties and a bra, even though they’d told her not to. It led to another round of lovemaking in the living room.
He cheeks turned a nice shade of red, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly pushed off the railing. She eased her way closer, and Atlanta didn’t touch her until she was right between his legs. Corona watched his hands move up her skirt against her thighs, and then he smiled, giving her ass a slap.
“Lucky girl, ’cause if I’d found panties under this skirt, you’d be getting more than an ass spanking.” Atlanta leaned back, taking her with him. She gasped and pressed her hands on the arms of the chair, but he kissed her deeply, and she lost her balance. She fell against his chest, and he caressed her ass, lifting her skirt and giving Corona and Freeman a view of that sexy, round ass of hers.
Corona felt a smile reach his lips as Nina tried pushing her skirt down. He could get used to this. Used to sharing Nina and living out here in Salvation. He was getting older, but the rest of the team had several more years in them to serve. He wouldn’t let them go out there without him. He’d been over it several times in his head. None of them felt comfortable with any other soldiers or teams but their crew. They knew one another so well. As good as this was with Nina, it was temporary.
* * * *
Each day rolled into the next, the sounds of moaning and making love in every room, and even outside, becoming a normal occurrence. Nina smiled at the thought. They challenged her, said things that indicated they were possessive and didn’t want to share her with anyone, but then they made comments about leaving and about their commitments to the service. Corona complained about being older than the other men and about being set in his ways, but really, they were all set in their ways, and they needed to feel in charge at all times.
Just like Atlanta had, on the porch just now. He’d been jealous of those men in town flirting with her. Perhaps because they were younger, closer to her age, and these men seemed a bit affected by the age difference between her and them. She didn’t care. She focused on how they made her feel.
They couldn’t seem to get enough of making love to her. Every little touch or little tease of words turned into a bout of lovemaking.
Atlanta had taken her outside to the barn, made love to her, and then carried her into the house to shower because she had hay and some dirt in her hair and on her back.
Freeman took her from Atlanta and carried her upstairs to the bathroom, where he stripped her and then joined her in the shower, making love to her for the fourth time today. And it was only three o’clock in the afternoon.
When she emerged, Jessup was lying on the bed, stroking his cock and looking serious and also tired. She felt so concerned over him. He was a caring man, but he was scarred, physically and emotionally, and she felt the need to care for him, maybe even heal him. It was foolish, because she knew a man like him wouldn’t let down his guard over a woman, over sex. Yet, somehow, she still tried to touch him deeply and let him know that everything was going to be okay, that time healed all wounds. She should know. She’d thought she would never let her guard down and take a chance like this and let four men in so deeply. With them, she’d done it easily, even knowing it wasn’t going to last long at all.
Tears hit her eyes, but she put a smile on her face and focused on Jessup. He needed loving, compassion, and care, despite constantly pushing her away. He would disappear after they made love to her at night, and he’d head to his room to be alone. Tonight would be no different.
Freeman kissed her lips and stared down into her eyes. “You take care of Jessup and then come downstairs.” She nodded and stood up on tiptoes to meet his lips with hers. He ran his hands along her curves and then pulled the towel from her body.
He turned her around and gave her ass a slap.
“Get to it,” he teased and headed out of the room. She locked gazes with a very serious, angry-looking Jessup. She climbed on top of the bed and crawled her way to Jessup, who immediately rolled her to her back and spread her thighs.
“I don’t know why I’m always last, but I don’t like it,” Jessup told her, and he ran his hand under her hair and covered her mouth with a kiss.
* * * *
Before Freeman left the room, he watched as Jessup wasted no time getting Nina ready for himself and thrust up into her pussy, making her moan as he claimed her body once again. Freeman looked at her body, at the way she wrapped herself around Jessup and accepted his dominance and control. His heart felt heavy and swelled with adoration for Nina. The thought of leaving her one day soon made him feel sick. His emotions got the better of him, and he quickly turned away.
Freeman closed the door and headed downstairs, noting how this house, their home, felt different because of Nina. Hell, he felt different because of her.
It was strange, but Freeman felt a tightness in his chest, like a foreboding or something. Sure enough, as he headed into the kitchen, the smell of chicken cooking in the oven filled the air, and there sat Atlanta and Corona, looking at the laptop.
“What’s going on?” Freeman asked them.
“We got the info on the next mission, and we got a call from Viktor,” Atlanta said to him with his eyes squinted, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Well?”
“We need to head back to Chicago to drop Nina off. They think she’ll be safe there, especially after Nalia was taken right outside of town here. Plus, we have to head out a week earlier than planned,” Corona told him.
Freeman’s heart ached. He didn’t want to leave here. He didn’t want to leave Nina and what they’d started with her.
“Do we have to? I mean, Jessup isn’t a hundred percent, and we still have no leads on who killed Zinc. Is it safe for her?” Freeman stated.
“Listen, we knew what this was from the start. We don’t do commitments, and it wouldn’t be fair to lead her on to believe that this was anything more than a physical attraction, lust, and desire while we stayed here all alone. It was bound to happen, with any guys and a woman as sexy and attractive as Nina,” Atlanta said to him.
Freeman pointed at him. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking say that and act like she would have had sex with any group of men who watched over her. This is different, and you know it. The chemistry is like nothing I’ve ever—”
“No. Don’t make this into something it isn’t and something we can’t entertain. Listen to yourself, Freeman. We are active duty. We have to leave at a snap of the fingers when they send us in. The shit we do is dangerous. What kind of a life would that be for Nina? Us leaving for months at a time, not knowing if we’ll live or die? She knew what this was when we started it. She wanted us, and we wanted her. It ends here in Salvation.” Corona stood up.
Freeman slammed the chair. “The last thing I want to do is hurt her.”
“Then let her go. We have to,” Corona said.
“She has no one. Zinc is dead, and all she has is the job at Bailey’s. We don’t even know if she’ll be safe there,” Freeman said to them.
“Viktor and the family will take care of her, like always,” Atlanta said, and Freeman saw how he looked away. He knew in his heart that these men were feeling exactly what he was.
“We have to let her go,” Corona said.
“But I care about her,” Freeman admitted.
“And what kind of fucking life can you—can we offer her? Fear, pain, worry? She has her entire life ahead of her. She’s twenty-fucking-three y
ears old,” Atlanta said to him, not quite raising his voice but getting his point across.
“I’m pushing forty,” Corona added as he held onto the back of the chair and stared at Atlanta.
“It’s better for her this way. We get her back to Chicago, and we leave for the mission.”
“And what about her safety? What about making sure that she’s taken care of? It’s the least we can do for Zinc,” Freeman said.
“I’ve already taken care of that, with Viktor’s help,” Corona said, and Atlanta sighed.
Freeman glanced up toward the ceiling, thinking about how he got to make love to her and how Jessup was with her now. Tonight would be their last night with her.
“When are we going to tell her?” he asked.
“Now. She’ll need to pack, and we need to get the house closed up. We won’t be back here for a couple of months,” Corona told him, and Freeman felt sick.
Suddenly he wasn’t sure about anything. Nina was going to be upset. He just knew that, despite the tough attitude she’d tried to portray these last few weeks. He had finally found a woman who touched his heart and his soul like no other woman, never mind person, and now he had to let her go in order to save her. Corona and Atlanta were right. She would be stuck worrying about them every time they left for some mission, and they would be worried about her and unable to concentrate. Their professions were dangerous and getting more so at every turn. Having a committed relationship with Nina was impossible.
* * * *
“You need to pack your bags. We leave early tomorrow morning. We’ll drop you off at your place in Chicago, and then we need to gather some stuff and head out to the airport for our mission,” Corona told her as they finished up dinner.
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