The American Soldier Collection 11: Mending Hearts (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “You should get used to us touching you. It’s going to be happening a lot,” Geno said, and she gulped.

  “About that,” she said as Gator parked the truck and turned off that stimulating engine.

  Geno raised one eyebrow as she tried to build up the courage to admit she was freaking out and nervous about this. But her silence made him smirk as he opened the door then held a hand out for her to take.

  Gator was already out of the truck and coming to the other side. She slid to the edge and gripped the handle at the top of the door, but then Geno placed his hands on her hips and lifted her, making her grab onto his shoulders as he eased her down to her feet. Her breasts rubbed up against his solid chest as she absorbed his cologne and all his manliness at once.

  “Baby, you keeping looking at me like that and I’m going to forget all about going slow here.”

  He reached for her hand and pulled her close as he used his other hand to close the door. The hard sound of metal hitting metal made her jump, and he held her against him, his hand over the upper part of her ass and lower back.

  God, he’s so big. Even his hands are huge.

  Gator’s voice interrupted this intense moment, and she was half grateful, even though she thought Geno might kiss her. Instead, she turned, and he guided her by her hips toward the front door.

  She fumbled with her key in her purse as Gator walked around to the side of the house and probably the woods to check things out. But that didn’t make her nervous at all. She couldn’t care less about any strange man in the woods, any Peeping Tom, or anything other than the enormous amount of emotions, desires, and sensations filling her body at this moment. Even as she walked, she felt as though her feet were not touching the floor.

  “Alana.” Geno said her name, and when she turned to look at him, he had his hands by his sides and appeared too big and tall to fit in her teeny tiny cottage.

  She held his gaze.

  “Come here,” he said, and her heart instantly began to race and pound against her chest.

  She stood still, and he raised one of his eyebrows up to her at her lack of response.

  Gator opened the front door and walked inside of the house and closed the door behind him.

  “It’s all clear out there,” he said.

  “Come. Here. Now,” Geno said slowly, with a hint of authority that made her breasts tingle and her pussy ache.

  Gator stood still, but her focus was on Geno’s deep brown eyes and the seriousness of his command. Everything about these men was military, their intensity, masculinity, and power. It all turned her on entirely too much.

  She slowly approached, taking each step with shaky legs and holding this sex god’s intense gaze.

  He reached out and snagged her around the waist, drawing her tight and hard up against his chest. Geno ran the palm of his hand along her shoulder and under her hair, and then he tilted her head back.

  “As I said in the truck, you’re too hard to resist.”

  He leaned down and covered her mouth with his, and she allowed him to take complete control.

  * * * *

  Geno was caught in a battle with what his dick wanted and what the man wanted right now and in what was the right thing to do for a woman as sweet and perfect as Alana.

  But he knew that he wanted her. He wanted to explore every inch of her sexy, curvy, petite body and, of course, her large, full breasts and delicious lips. He pulled her closer as his tongue delved deeper into her mouth in exploration. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her taste, the scent of her shampoo, or the feel of femininity and beauty in his arms.

  He lifted her higher, cradling her ass with one hand as he kissed her deeply, and she kissed him back.

  Their lips parted, and she gasped as he licked along her neck and kissed the skin in the open V of her shirt, his tongue desperate to take a taste of her cleavage and explore lower to her nipple so he could pull and tease her into bliss.

  “Geno. Oh God, Geno, you have to stop. We can’t—”

  Gator moved in from behind her, cupped her cheeks, and then leaned down and kissed her mouth, stopping her from denying this shared attraction.

  She reached up with one hand and held Gator’s hair and head as he deepened the kiss while her other hand held on to Geno’s shoulder. Geno moved her shirt to the side and cupped her breast then licked her skin, circling his tongue, working the material of the bra to the side so he could find her nipple and suckle harder.

  She rocked her hips against them, and Geno felt Gator rocking against Alana as their moans filtered through their kisses.

  Geno cupped her breast harder and licked across her nipple and pulled when Alana gasped and moaned.

  She came. She fucking came in their arms.

  His dick instantly hardened and pressed against his jeans, causing him to moan too.

  Alana pulled back, her face red, her lips swollen, and her shirt and bra pushed downward, revealing part of her luscious breasts and just how well endowed she was.

  “Easy, darling. It’s okay. That was bound to happen. You got us both so fucking aroused right now. I’m wondering if your pussy is going to be as sweet as your lips,” Gator said, and her eyes widened and she tried to wiggle from Geno’s arms. Both men held her in place.

  “Whoa, easy, honey,” Gator said and pulled her by one of the loops in her jeans closer to him. He cupped her cheek and let his eyes roam over her breasts then smiled softly.

  “You pack a hell of a punch. I think all three of us need to slow things down.”

  She nodded.

  “Good girl. Come on now. Let’s sit down.” Gator took her hand and led her over toward the small couch barely big enough for the three of them to sit.

  Back at their ranch they had big couches, plenty of room for sitting and a nice sofa Geno could have spread Alana out on as he tasted that sweet cream he was certain was going to be addicting.

  Alana fixed her shirt, crossed her legs, and clasped her hands on her lap, so prim and proper. If it weren’t for the fact that they both had made her come in their arms a few moments ago, he would think she was pretending they didn’t affect her. But as Gator placed his hand over hers and she slowly looked up into his eyes with desire and hunger, he knew she was just scared and being cautious. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, just as long as she didn’t deny them what they wanted.

  Her.

  * * * *

  Alana could hardly even focus on the conversation they were having. Not after those kisses, their touches, and how they held her in their arms, suckled her breasts, devoured her moans, and made her come like that. She was initially embarrassed, but now as she sat here feeling the proof of their desires and actions in her panties and against her still swollen pussy, she became more intrigued. Maybe she was just giving into the lust, the attraction because she hadn’t had sex in over three years.

  She couldn’t help but wonder if she had allowed Martin, her friend from Scrantonville, to have sex with her a year ago if she would feel so compelled to give in to these animalistic desires. And they were animalistic. They had to be. Because with Geno and Gator kissing her, and touching her, she wanted to do nothing more then rip their clothes off, suckle their skin, and taste their cocks as they fucked her long and hard. She felt almost desperate to come and to feel that sensation she hadn’t felt since Gabe.

  This was such a screwed-up situation. They were Gabe’s brothers in arms, his military buddies, his best friends and roommates, and they wanted her. Why couldn’t Gabe want her too?

  She felt the tear in her eyes and then Gator’s hand caress her cheek.

  “Talk to us. We’re the only ones saying how we’re feeling and what we think will work here. Come on, Alana. This isn’t something we’re all forcing on you. The attraction is real, the feelings mutual,” Gator told her.

  “I know that. I do,” she whispered with her hands clasped on her lap as she wrung them together. Her heart was beating fast, and she felt embarrassed to admit h
er desires and her lack of sexual experience in so many years.

  “I don’t know if this is right, or if I’m just desperate.”

  “Desperate? What do you mean?” Geno asked her.

  She eased up off the couch, and both men sat there staring at her filling up her small gray sofa with their huge bodies.

  “Desperate for sex, to come, to orgasm, and feel alive and whole again. God, why are you making me say this? I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, yet I feel like I would be the only one suffering here.”

  “What are you saying? Do you think this is just lust?” Geno asked her.

  “It has to be. Look at you guys. You’re sexy, have big muscles, and you’re Marines. I’m not stupid. You’re women’s fantasies come true, and I haven’t had sex in over three years,” she blurted out.

  Their eyes widened, and she covered her face with her hands and felt as though she wanted to cry, but also laugh.

  Gator stood up and gently pulled her hands from her face.

  “That’s not something to be embarrassed about. I’m sure there were opportunities, although I don’t want to hear about them.”

  “Me either,” Geno grunted as he moved closer.

  “I didn’t mean to blurt that out. You probably think I’m immature. But I chose not to have sex. Nothing, no one made me feel like giving in. Especially as I kept hoping, praying, that Gabe was alive.” Her chest tightened, and she hoped she wasn’t upsetting them by admitting that.

  “Honey, we understand all that. Perhaps knowing that he’s alive and well, and that he wants us all to be together is making it easier for you to give in? Your body knows what it wants. Hell, what is your heart telling you?” Geno asked.

  “I don’t know. It’s been broken for so long,” she admitted.

  Gator cupped her cheek.

  “I think that you’re overthinking everything. You need to slow down and just go with it. Follow your gut, and you’ll see that we’re all good men who care for you already. This is what we wanted to talk to you about. We want to get to know you better. We want to take care of you. We can’t do that if you close up and fight your emotions and feelings because of the past and because of Gabe.”

  “But, Gator, he’s your roommate and your friend. How can we give this relationship a try when all I keep thinking about is Gabe and why he can’t love me the way I’ve always loved him? It hurt so badly to believe that he died or was missing in action. He’s the only man I ever loved and that I ever let make love to me. I know you guys are older and have probably had your share of women, but I need that connection, that bond. I can’t just have sex.”

  “No one is asking you to,” Geno said.

  “What are you asking of me then?”

  “To give this relationship, a ménage relationship with five men, a try,” Gator told her.

  “Five? But there’s only four of you.”

  “Right now there are only four of us, but mark my words, Alana, Gabe is going to be part of this relationship sooner or later. You mean just as much to him as he does to you. He’s just going through this battle within himself right now and nothing has seemed to penetrate that shield he put up,” Gator said.

  “Until you. From the moment he saw you at the estate sale, we all saw a change in him. He just needs to work through his problems. But in the meantime, we all get to work on getting to know one another and seeing where this mutual attraction brings us. So will you give it a try?” Geno asked.

  She swallowed hard and hoped that Gabe would come around and not be angry that she was getting romantically involved with his friends.

  “I’ll try Geno. I’ll try.”

  “Good. Now let’s work on perfecting the three-way kiss we were working on before. I liked that. A lot,” Geno said and raised both eyebrows up and down.

  She felt her cheeks blush as she smiled, and Gator gave Geno a light shove to his shoulder as he shook his head at him, as if Geno was being a moron.

  Her heart felt lighter, and her spirit lifted at the possibilities. She was going to try a ménage relationship, and even these men wanted Gabe to eventually be part of it. A new hope arose inside of her, a new fight within to make Gabe realize he could be a part of this and a part of her again too. Time would tell, and hopefully this wouldn’t do the opposite and tear them further apart. Then she would more than likely have to leave Tranquility and a life that had meant nothing without Gabe in it.

  Chapter 3

  He watched her from afar as he filtered through the clothing rack pretending to locate a blue button-down shirt. He would need one for the night he planned. It was a little distraction, a gift to himself for being so patient as he waited for Alana. God, just saying her name made his heart race and his dick harden. He adjusted his glasses, a little disguise to make him appear timid, kind of shy, and approachable. Women tended to feel more comfortable with a man who was nerdy and approachable than one who sported all his muscles.

  Neil hid his muscles and his rock-hard abs well beneath the confines of bulky clothing. He trained excessively. He loved the rush of a good workout. To train until exhaustion hit him. To wake up chilled to the bone from a cold sweat on the basement floor made him feel as though he’d achieved something and he was an animal.

  No man was capable of bringing him down. None ever were. Not in the service, not in the police department, and not in the damn hospital he was forced to live in over two years ago.

  He nearly shivered from the memory. The howling and crying of other patients at night. Being treated like some low-life animal instead of a human being who needed compassion and care. No, instead they mocked him. Especially that one nurse. The stupid, ugly bitch. She mocked him. Turned him down when he asked her out and then sent her flowers at her home once he was released.

  She’d suffered the consequences for denying his advances. And just like the others, she was gone forever, and no one would ever find them.

  “Excuse me, can I help you?” He heard the deeper, older voice of the owner of the store, Mrs. Hamlet.

  He was annoyed. He wanted Alana to help him.

  “I’m just looking, but thank you.”

  “You seem like you are looking for something specific. Perhaps I could direct you to where you might find it?” she asked.

  “Is Alana here? She helped me the last time and knew exactly what I needed.”

  The older woman gave him a peculiar expression, and he widened one eye at the old bitch who finally seemed to get the hint that he meant business. Yeah, once a soldier of power, always a soldier of power.

  “Let me see if she’s available. I think she’s going on her lunch break,” Mrs. Hamlet said, and as she turned, Alana was heading toward them.

  “Mrs. Hamlet, I’m going to go out to grab some lunch with some friends for my break. Can I get you anything while I’m out?”

  “That’s okay. My husband will be bringing along some things shortly. Allison and Monique are still sorting the new shipment, right?”

  “Oh yes, they are. If you need me to stay a little longer I can tell my friends to go ahead without me.”

  “No, don’t be silly. I’ll get Monique to come out front.”

  “Okay, I’ll see you in thirty minutes.” Alana said then walked out.

  He watched Alana, looking so lovely and sweet in her knee-length black skirt that hugged her sexy figure and the pale green blouse that matched her eyes. It wasn’t low cut either from what he could see from this distance, but he could still tell that she was well endowed. His mouth watered at thoughts of how he would strip her from those clothes when the time was right. She wore low heels, and her legs were sexy too, just like the rest of her. His attention went to the chiming of the bells against the main door as Mrs. Hamlet asked him if she could help him again, but he ignored her. His eyes locked onto the two big men who entered the store and greeted Alana with kisses to her cheek.

  Neil gripped the hanger, hearing the crack as Alana walked out with two men.

  She�
��s mine, you fuckers. You can’t have her.

  Mrs. Hamlet gasped as the hanger snapped. He dropped it to the floor and walked away, cursing under his breath.

  * * * *

  “Damn, woman, you are a sight,” Jaxon told Alana when he and Jeb met her at the clothing store. She shyly looked down, and Jaxon placed his finger under her chin, tilted it up toward him, and kissed her.

  It was a short kiss, but he hoped tonight they would all have some deeper, longer kisses with her.

  “Hey, beautiful. What are you in the mood for?” Jeb asked as he gently pushed a stray hair from her cheek then leaned down and kissed her next.

  She fanned herself and started walking.

  “My God, the two of you are lethal. I don’t care. You guys choose. I only have thirty minutes.”

  “Well then, let’s hurry, but tonight, you’re coming to our place, and we’re cooking for you.”

  “Really?” she asked as if she didn’t believe they would, or perhaps she didn’t believe they were capable.

  “We’re all really good at cooking, and tonight, Gabe, Geno, and Gator are in charge of dinner.”

  Alana stared at him but then looked away. He realized that every time they mentioned Gabe she reacted. Sadness showed in her eyes, but he was hoping the more they did it, the more accustomed she would get to thinking of them as one team, one group of men interested in making her their woman.

  Jeb took her hand, and Jaxon placed his at her lower back as they headed around the corner to a small little deli and café. Tranquility was small and slowly growing as more people moved there. He remembered when they’d arrived. Five lost souls, soldiers in search of putting the past behind them and moving on to a calmer, safer lifestyle. They had given so much of themselves to the Marine Corps, though some had given the ultimate sacrifice.

  That thought made him think about Gabe. He was a mess when they arrived, and the locals, the ones in charge of running this town and allowing people to move in, had their concerns. He was violent, filled to the gills with anger and hatred for everyone. He wanted to die, yet he wouldn’t take his own life. That would be a disgrace to the Corps and to his team, his brothers in arms.