Soldiers of Pearl 1: Invasion of Hearts (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  Arabella thanked Diane for the opportunity and Diane handed her an envelope with money.

  “I can’t take this.”

  “You will take it. You worked here for a few hours preparing all that food. Even if we ordered out, there wouldn’t be anything as delicious or amazing as the things you prepared. I’ll get in touch with Millie to give her the details for the party Saturday. You just let me know what you need and I’ll get the shopping done.”

  “I can help with that, too, if you want?”

  Diane looked at her. “Do you want to go shopping together tomorrow then?”

  “Sure. I just have a self-defense class in the morning but I’ll be finished by eleven.”

  “Oh, are you taking the classes that Dalton, Marco, Smith, and Brook offer at the shelter?”

  “Well, actually, Dalton asked me to assist him in the early class he does working with some of the more intimidated women.”

  “I didn’t know about this,” Brock said as Smith, Reno, and Rex joined the conversation.

  “Marco mentioned something to us earlier at work,” Rex said and winked. “Seems some of the women feel really comfortable with Arabella.”

  Arabella shyly lowered her head.

  “Well, that is awesome. Looks like you may be getting another job soon helping to teach,” Diane teased and winked.

  Arabella chuckled.

  “She’s pretty good,” Brock said to her.

  She wasn’t sure how to take his comment and opened her mouth before she could stop herself.

  “I taught martial arts back in Chicago for years. I’m just a little rusty.”

  Brock raised one eyebrow at her. “Filled with surprises, huh, Chicago?” he teased and the others chuckled.

  “I’ll come by and pick you up around eleven then?” Diane asked.

  “Sure, and thank you for today and for this opportunity.”

  “No, thank you. You saved me. I was in a total panic. Besides, I have the feeling that once my guests meet you and taste your food, you’ll be getting plenty of requests for catering their parties as well.”

  Arabella smiled, but couldn’t help the uneasy feeling in her gut. If that were the case and she could start a little business from this, what would she do when Anthony and Kever caught up to them? Could she stand her ground and let these men help her fight their battle or would she just be placing innocent men’s lives in jeopardy? She felt Smith’s hand against her lower back as he guided her from the house. They were thanking Mark and the guys for the food and talked about hanging out again next week at their place.

  “Maybe we’ll hire Arabella to cook for game day at our house?” Reno teased. She locked gazes with him and he winked. She couldn’t help the funny feeling in her belly. These men were so attractive. They were charismatic, strong, commanding in their personalities, and she wished she could explore these feelings she had.

  But she was so scared. Scared to feel anything so foreign as pleasure and happiness. Not when all she was familiar with was fear and distrust.

  As Brock got into the front seat of the truck and the others gathered to get inside, she felt Rex’s hands on her hips from behind. His warm breath caressed her ear as he whispered softly.

  “I’m so glad I came here today and got to see you. You’re a pleasant surprise.” He pressed his lips to her cheek, and when she turned to look at him, he leaned down and kissed her deeply. His arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her snug against his body. Rex’s muscles encased her, making her feel so protected. The scent of his cologne, the feel of being in his arms was incredible. She kissed him back, unable to fight the power of the attraction she felt for these men. Was it a huge mistake? Was she asking for a broken heart? Sure as shit she knew the answer was yes. But no man had ever made her feel this way, and definitely not four.

  When he slowly released her, Reno was there to take her hand as Rex lifted her by her waist to help her climb into the large pickup truck.

  She slid along the seat and nearly had palpations as both men squeezed in next to her. Rex on one side, Reno on the other and she clasped her hands on her lap and prayed she didn’t do something immature or stupid in front of these older, more experienced men.

  She felt Reno’s hand cover hers on her lap. His thumb caressed over the skin on her thigh as he held her hand.

  “Want a tour of town and maybe our place?” he asked.

  “I don’t think so,” she said, feeling so nervous. Why their place? What did they think? That she would just jump into bed with them?

  Reno chuckled. “Darling, we aren’t going to hurt you. We’re just trying to work on gaining your trust so that you see we’re for real and want to help keep you safe.”

  “I need slow.”

  He looked at her lips, glanced over her breasts in the tank top she wore. “Slow is good. I like slow,” he whispered as the truck started moving down the road. She couldn’t help but read into the innuendo of his comment. Some crazy wild thoughts entered her mind. These four men naked and her in the middle being feasted on, explored, and devirginized. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?

  * * * *

  They were walking through their kitchen talking to Arabella about the possibility of starting a small catering business. She seemed so insistent that her and her family would be leaving that Smith started to really lose his patience. Besides, watching Arabella, walking around his kitchen in her tank top and short flair skirt, was making his dick hard. He wanted to taste her, pull her into his arms and show her that he and his team could indeed take care of her and her family. She just needed to confide in them and tell them what she was running from.

  He couldn’t believe the strong sensations he had. From the moment he’d laid eyes on Arabella it was like he knew she was the one. He heard stories about things like this. Love at first sight, lust at first sight, hell, just pure desire for one woman. But he never really felt it was possible, at least for a man like him. One who was hardened by war, corrupted by the evil of killers he was forced to hunt. He was a different man, a hard, rough man, and this woman needed empathy, compassion, and a gentleness he wasn’t certain he was capable of giving. As he watched her, absorbed her natural beauty and her strong spirit, he practically shook with reservations. He felt inadequate, but then her gorgeous blue eyes, bright and mesmerizing, locked with his.

  “I wouldn’t even begin to know where to start. I mean the kitchen in the shelter is so small, even the main one,” she said.

  “You could work here. Use our kitchen. It’s even bigger than Diane’s,” Rex suggested. She paused right there in front of the island and stared at him.

  Smith thought she looked so beautiful. He stepped closer, placed his hands on her hips, and held her gaze as he looked down at her. His mind was in fast-forward, imagining Arabella working in their kitchen where they could see her, talk to her, touch her whenever they wanted to. He imagined all the ways he could make love to her and show her happiness in just this room alone. He realized how badly she made him want things he never thought were possible until now. Until Arabella.

  “I think Rex has a great idea,” Smith said. “You could use our kitchen whenever you needed to.” He reached up and caressed her cheek. He heard her breath hitch, her eyes locked onto his. God, her skin is so soft. She’s so petite compared to me.

  He suddenly felt so protective of her.

  “We could be your official taste testers,” Brock half teased, standing right next to them now.

  “Taste testing sounds perfect. I’m in,” Smith said, staring at her lips. She looked shocked, yet aroused, and he had to taste those lips. They were just too inviting. So slowly, as not to scare her away, he leaned forward and kissed Arabella.

  In a flash his chest tightened with fear that she would push him away, and not reciprocate the desire to kiss him. But then he sensed her acquiescence as she pressed her lips to his and allowed him to deepen the kiss. He stroked his tongue between her teeth and began to explore her delici
ous taste. When he felt her hand grip his shoulders then run up his arms to his head, he delved deeper. Lifting her up so he didn’t have to bend so low, he placed her ass right on the granite island in the kitchen. She straddled him, and he caressed her thighs and squeezed her toned legs while exploring her mouth.

  He lowered her down and she gripped him tighter. Trailing kisses along her jaw, he whispered his desires.

  “You taste so good, Arabella. You feel perfect underneath me, safe and guarded.”

  She locked gazes with him, her lips plump and her breathing rapid. “Oh God, this is insane. What are we doing?”

  “It’s perfect. You’re perfect,” Brock told her, grabbing her attention as she looked to the side where he watched her. He looked as hungry and needy as Smith felt. When Brock leaned lower, his eyes locked on Arabella’s lips. Smith became even more aroused. If she accepted all of them, their one ultimate dream, their proof that they could have a happily ever after would come true. Again, reservations, fear, inadequacy rocked Smith’s chest until Brock leaned over and caressed her cheek.

  “You are perfect, beautiful, sweet, everything a man could want and more.”

  “No, far from it. You guys are the perfect ones. I’m…nothing,” she said. Smith felt his anger rise. She really didn’t know how beautiful and amazing she was. He moved his hands higher as he held her gaze.

  “This is meant to be. You coming to Pearl, you being here right now with us.”

  She shook her head. “Oh God, Smith,” she whispered, eyes closed.

  “You’re too beautiful to resist. You really don’t know how gorgeous and amazing you are, do you, Bella?” Brock said and kissed her before she could respond. She reached up to caress Brock’s hair, and Smith glanced at Rex and Reno. They looked happy but also aroused. Smith caressed up her thighs and ran his thumbs over her mound. Arabella gasped, pulling from Brock’s mouth.

  “Smith?”

  “Easy, baby, just taste testing. You smell so very good,” he said and lowered his head between her legs and inhaled. He felt her thighs quivering as he gently kissed her toned, sexy inner thighs. She moaned into Brock’s mouth and that aroused Smith even more. He felt his cock press tight against his zipper, needing release, and he took an unsteady breath then closed his eyes as Arabella’s lotion, combined with the feminine scent of her arousal had him trailing kisses toward her mound.

  Her bottom wiggled on the granite and Brock pressed a hand over her belly to steady her. “Easy, baby, we’ve got you. We won’t go too far, just a little exploration.”

  “Oh God,” she moaned and Brock kissed her again.

  Smith took it as a sign to get a better taste of her, his mouth watering to lick her pussy, swirl his tongue around her delicate clit and bring her ultimate pleasure. He was never so aroused before. As he pressed her panties aside, his eyes locked onto a scar on her groin and his chest tightened.

  He stopped. “Where did you get this?”

  * * * *

  His question brought her back to the present. Head fuzzy, nipples hard, pussy leaking with her arousal, and it was all brought to a complete halt by Smith’s five-word question. Instantly she knew what he was referring to. She tried to sit up and push his hands away. He gripped her thighs tighter as Brock stood up to peek around her thigh and Smith pulled her ass practically off the granite and against his front. She could see the anger in his eyes. Did he really care? Her heart pounded, ached, and she felt the urge to cry, to confess her desires and her fears and tell him about Kever and what he had done to her. But maybe they wouldn’t want her. She shouldn’t have let this get so far. She had no right feeling good, feeling happy when she was more than likely going to have to leave this amazing place called Pearl and these even more amazing, sexy men in front of her.

  “Baby, who did this to you?” he asked.

  “Did what?” Brock asked and looked down as Rex pushed her skirt higher. They all looked angry, maybe even disgusted and the tears hit her eyes as she locked onto Brock’s mean expression, Rex’s shocked and angry look, and then Reno as he peeked over Smith’s arms and stared under her skirt.

  “Let me down.”

  “No,” Brock said this time. He was so demanding, in charge, and it should’ve scared her. Brock’s angry, pissed-off look should have made her scream and run from the room but instead she felt this sensation of belonging, of care, and thought that just maybe these men were the real deal. That maybe they truly were upset at seeing the scar.

  “Please. I can’t do this. Please don’t ask me questions. This is a mistake. I’m not good enough for you, can’t you see that?”

  Rex gently took her face between his hands and held her gaze with such an intense stare.

  “Someone hurt you. You’ll tell us some day real soon. Let us take the pain away, Arabella. Let us take care of you.” He leaned down and kissed her deeply. She’d never felt so out of control and wanting. She wanted their hands all over her, touching her, caressing her, holding her. She felt different around them in a good way but that damn ache of her tainted past pushed forward from the back of her mind, trying to halt this crazy behavior.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, pulling from Rex’s kiss. Smith licked along the scar. Back and forth with each stroke she felt the tears in her eyes and the compassion in his move to comfort her and make her realize that it was okay and they still wanted her. She felt the desire, the need to feel his tongue explore her pussy where no man’s tongue had gone before. She pressed upward indicating her desire and a moment later she felt his tongue swirl around her clit then push into her cunt.

  She gasped. Smith chuckled. His warm breath collided between her thighs and she tried closing her legs, but he was wedged between them. But she really didn’t want to close her legs. She wanted to feel his tongue against her clit, his fingers pressing into her and bringing her pleasure like she’d never experienced before.

  “Nice and slow, Arabella, just like you asked,” Smith told her, holding her gaze while he maneuvered a finger against her clit. He rubbed a circular motion, making her moan and wiggle.

  She felt her juices flow, and he inhaled as if her scent consumed him.

  “So fucking wet. God, baby, I want to see you come. I want to look into your beautiful blue eyes and see you give up that control you’re always holding on to so tight.”

  “I do, too,” Brock said, caressing her chin.

  “So do we, baby. Let Smith pleasure you,” Rex whispered and then tilted her chin toward him before he kissed her deeply. Rex’s lips were firm, yet his tongue demanding as he pressed his tongue between her teeth and devoured her soft moans.

  She’d never realized how sensual, how effective kisses could be until these men kissed her. She wanted to taste all of them, get to know their likes, their dislikes, and engage in conversations, explore their bodies and make then a part of her she would never forget. This deep longing overwhelmed her and she realized how hard she’d tried over the years to harden her heart, keep her mind focused on survival, and deny the idea of ever feeling desirable or experiencing pleasure.

  Arabella felt so good. It was incredible, but nothing and no one made her feel more alive, more touched and affected than these four men. As Rex kissed her and she absorbed the scent of his cologne and the feel of his masculine lips exploring her mouth, she felt Smith’s thumb circling her clit, pressing against a sensitive spot right before he inserted a thick, hard finger up into her cunt.

  She moaned into Rex’s mouth, but he kept kissing her while Smith began to press his finger in and out of her pussy. When she felt her panties slide over more and then his wet tongue lick and suck her pussy lips, she nearly sprung up off the table.

  Rex chuckled after releasing her lips. “Easy, baby. Just feel and let go.” Rex then kissed her lips, her cheek, and neck as Smith flicked his wicked tongue against her pussy and clit, making her moan. Her body tightened up as he pumped, sucked, and flicked the tight pearl. Over and over again he licked and pressed finger and tongu
e to her pussy.

  She began rocking her hips. The feeling consumed her, made her moan louder. Reno pushed her tank top up and explored her belly and laid kisses against her skin. On her other side Brock cupped her breast, complimented their size before he licked her cleavage, and then nipped her sensitive breast.

  “Oh God, what is that? Oh God, I feel something.” She closed her eyes and moaned.

  “Look at me,” Smith demanded, and she immediately looked down at him. His chin and lips glistened with her cream and that caused another wave of pleasure to release from her pussy. She shook and he held her gaze with a firm expression, eliciting some inner desire to be submissive and controlled so she could let go. She wondered, as he thrust his fingers into her channel, if she truly could let go. She wanted to trust them, to let them try and make things right so she could stay in Pearl with her family and start living a real life and not one on the run.

  “Oh God, Smith.” She moaned again as her body tightened.

  “Look at me when you come. When I say let go, you give it to me. It’s mine.”

  She shook as she nodded. She didn’t know how he thought she could control when she came or not. She’d never experienced anything like this and here she was spread on their island in their kitchen with four men kissing, fondling, and exploring her body. A body no man ever had the opportunity to claim.

  “Oh.” She moaned again as Smith pressed his tongue and finger into her cunt while he rubbed her clit and drew tiny circles over and over again with his finger.

  She was thrusting upward, feeling her body begin to lose control She didn’t knew what was going to happen.

  “Let go, Arabella. Let it happen, we’ll catch you,” Brock told her in a stern deep voice. She glanced at him, at Rex, Reno, and then down at Smith as he thrust, licked, and caressed her pussy.

  “Let go now. Give it to me, baby,” Smith demanded as he pressed a lubricated finger over her forbidden hole, shocking her, sending her over the edge toward something she’d never experienced before. She screamed.