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

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Fuck!”

  He watched them leave, and his mind scattered with crazy thoughts. What should he do next? How would he make her suffer for what she’d done? He was committed to her. He’d practiced on those other two women so he could get it right. Now he needed to change things. He would need to cleanse her of her sins. Wash away their stench, their touch, from her body.

  He needed something. He needed to make a plan. He needed to work through this anger, this fury, and then straighten out his mind and take her. The time was drawing closer. He should be with Alana tonight, not them. Five fucking men.

  “Five fucking men. You’re mine. Mine!” he yelled as he watched the headlights of her car and their truck disappear out of the parking lot. He looked around him. Heart racing, head pounding, he locked onto her. She stumbled slightly.

  A blonde, not a brunette like Alana, but a similar figure. He looked around. She was all alone. He smirked as she came closer and fumbled with her keys. She was parked right next to him. He rolled down the window and calmed his excitement.

  “Honey, I don’t think you should be driving.”

  “I’m okay.” She lowered down to lean against the open window. Her blouse parted, and her breasts flowed from some shimmering camisole she wore. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and gazed at him. He knew he was attractive. That got them every time.

  “I can give you a ride, honey. You really shouldn’t drink and drive.”

  “I don’t know you though.” She twirled her blonde hair between her fingers.

  “What’s to know? I’m a nice guy offering a pretty woman a ride home so she doesn’t kill herself,” he said and smirked. He would be the one doing the killing.

  “Well, I should just go back inside and let my friend know.”

  “The friend who let you leave Casper’s drunk so you could drive?” he challenged her and raised one of his eyebrows at her.

  She squinted her eyes, swayed a little, and then pulled open the door. “You’re right. Screw that bitch. She took a hot guy right out of my grasp tonight. I was flirting with him all night.” She slid into the front seat then closed the door. Her skirt lifted higher, and she didn’t even notice. He looked her over. She would do just fine.

  “Where do you live?”

  “Outside of town.”

  “Roommate?”

  “In there and not planning on coming home tonight.”

  He placed the car in drive and slowly pulled out of the parking lot.

  “What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asked her.

  “Jenny.”

  “Well, Jenny, I’m Neil. Tell me, do you think we have control over our destinies, or are they out of our hands?”

  She looked at him, and then smiled softly.

  “Oh, I believe our destiny is already written in stone.”

  “Interesting. Maybe we’ll find out if that’s true tonight or not.”

  He looked straight ahead and planned his game. Perhaps tonight wasn’t a waste after all. He would prove to Jenny that he had the power to control destiny. He held her life in his hands.

  Chapter 7

  When Alana got out of the shower, Geno was there to greet her. He licked his lips before he wrapped her in a towel and helped to dry her off.

  “Feel better?” he asked her.

  “Yes, and you?” she challenged him.

  Geno knew he’d acted angry and jealous all night and that Alana had picked up on it. But he was new to being in a committed relationship and feeling so close and attached to Alana.

  He gripped her hips and held her in place.

  “I was fine. I’m fine now.”

  “You were being a jerk before.” She stepped from his hold and walked closer to the counter. She ran her fingers through her hair and then held his gaze through the reflection in the mirror.

  “I don’t like other men flirting with you and suggesting you go to the local motel with them to fuck,” he snapped at her.

  She turned around. Her towel loosened, and she held it against her chest. It barely covered her breasts and exposed both of her thighs. His mouth watered, and his dick hardened.

  “Geno, I never fucked every guy who suggested it to me. Why would I do that now?”

  He couldn’t believe her attitude. He deserved it. She was right. But it still pissed him off that guys would actually suggest it.

  He stepped into her space but didn’t touch her. He could feel the power between them, the lust, the desire, and it wouldn’t be long before he had his dick deep into her pussy, claiming her and easing his anger and fears.

  “I don’t like it, okay? I don’t like other men wanting what’s mine and my team’s.”

  She took a deep breath then released it, as if she were contemplating his words.

  Then she reached up and cupped his cheek. She had to stand up on tiptoes to reach him, and she still was only tall enough to kiss his chin and lower lip.

  “None of them matter but you, Jeb, Jaxon, Gator, and Gabe. None of them.”

  He lifted her up into his arms, and she straddled his waist.

  “I’m new at this whole commitment thing, and at having such strong feelings for a woman. I can’t promise that I won’t blow my stack or get jealous. I can’t promise that I won’t need to fuck you so damn hard and deeply that you only have me and the feel of my cock deep inside of your pussy imbedded in your head.”

  “Oh God, Geno. I love when you’re deep inside of me. I need you all the time. I need all of you.”

  He thrust his hips as he smiled.

  “That’s exactly what I need right now.”

  He carried her out of the bathroom and entered the bedroom. Jaxon was lying on the edge of the bed, stroking his cock, and Jeb was undressing.

  “We thought we heard something about Alana’s pussy,” Jeb said, and Alana gasped then laid her face against Geno’s chest, embarrassed by Jeb’s words.

  “We heard that too,” Gator said. He and Gabe sat on two chairs, just watching.

  “Well, there you go. Jaxon, get our woman ready for cock. We’re going to fill her up and make her see that she’s our woman and no one else can ever have her.”

  “With pleasure,” Jaxon said as Geno handed her over to him. Jaxon lifted her up and over him so her pussy was over his face.

  He gripped her hips, and Alana moaned aloud as she tried grabbing onto his shoulders. Jaxon hummed and ate at her cream while Geno got undressed.

  Jeb handed Geno the lube as Jaxon fingered Alana and sucked on her pussy. They were all feeling aroused and needy. They had worried about her as guys hit on her at Casper’s but also as they heard the news about a second young woman being abducted, tortured, and killed. None of them wanted Alana out of his sight.

  Jeb climbed onto the bed as Jaxon lowered Alana over his shaft. She gripped his cock and sank down onto Jaxon as he cupped her breasts.

  “Fuck, that pussy is hot and warm. You feel like heaven, doll. Absolute heaven.”

  Alana rocked her hips and rode Jaxon as he manipulated her breasts. Jeb gently ran his fingers through her hair, gripped her hair and head, and then covered her mouth and kissed her. She continued to rock her hips and jerked a moment as Geno prepared her ass for his taking.

  Jeb released her lips and smiled at her.

  “I’ve got something for you.” He stroked his cock, and she licked her lips just as Geno tapped her ass.

  “I’ve got something for her too.”

  Jeb glanced to the left and watched Geno press lube to Alana’s ass. She continued to slowly rock over Jaxon and then gasped as Jaxon pinched her nipples.

  “Suck Jeb’s cock. Work him good while the three of us take you together. Always together, Alana. Always all of us and you,” Jaxon said, and she nodded then moved her mouth toward Jeb’s cock.

  * * * *

  Jeb held her head, feeling aroused by the control. It also seemed to turn Alana on. She really was very submissive.

  The moment her mouth moved over Jeb’
s cock, he closed his eyes and went still. He wanted to thrust into her sexy mouth so badly, but he didn’t want to hurt her or overwhelm her. When she was ready for him to move faster, she would let him know.

  “Aw, honey, I thought about this ass all night. Watching you walk back and forth behind the bar, then bend over to get things… So badly I would have loved to join you back behind that bar and fuck you so every fucking guy in the place would know who you belong to,” Geno confessed, and Jeb felt his cock grow harder and thicker.

  She moaned against Jeb’s cock.

  “I think she’s turned on by that idea, Geno,” Jeb said and ran the palm of his hand over her ass as Geno spread her ass cheeks and aligned his cock with her puckered hole.

  “Is that right, baby? You want my cock in your ass?”

  She moaned and nodded her head. Geno chuckled, and Jeb gripped her hair a little tighter and moved his hips a little faster. Jaxon gripped her hips and held himself still with his cock in her pussy as Geno began to push into her anus, filling her with cock.

  In a flash they were all moving. Alana was sucking Jeb’s cock harder and faster as he began to rock into her mouth. Geno was thrusting in counter thrusts to Jaxon’s strokes, and Alana was moaning and shaking as she orgasmed again and again.

  “You’re ours, Alana. All ours,” Geno said and thrust into her faster.

  “Fuck I’m coming. Fuck, baby, your mouth is incredible.” Jeb held himself still and came, shooting his load down her throat and shivering as Alana suckled and licked him clean.

  Jeb fell back to the bed, and Alana screamed with another release as Jaxon came and then Geno followed, shaking and roaring like a wild man.

  * * * *

  Gator watched as Geno pulled from Alana’s ass, and he took his place, wrapping his arm around her midsection and holding her upright. Jaxon pinched her nipples and smiled as he rolled out of the way. Gator pressed her down to the bed on her belly and thrust into her pussy from behind. She gripped the comforter, and he lifted her hips higher, thrusting and stroking her as she thrust back.

  “That’s it, baby. You were made for us. For me.” He continued to rock into her. He felt the tap to his shoulder, and there was Gabe. He held a tube of lube in his hand and tapped it on his palm as he raised one of his eyebrows up and down. Gator smiled and winked. Gabe wanted to make love to Alana too, and he was going to try to take her ass from behind, despite his injuries.

  Gator pulled from her pussy, and Alana moaned in protest.

  “Gabe is joining us, Alana,” he told her, and she looked over her shoulder.

  Her eyes glued on to Gabe and then down to the tube of lube he tapped in the palm of his hand. She bit her lower lip and then let Gator move underneath her. She straddled Gator’s hips and sank right down onto his cock.

  Gator smiled up at her and gave her a wink. He could see her concern, and he jerked his hips harder upward, forcing her focus back on him and to not be concerned and worry. She got the message and closed her eyes and rode Gator’s cock.

  * * * *

  Gabe was nervous that he wouldn’t be able to take Alana like this. His legs were weak from the injuries, but he wanted to make love to her and share her equally. They all got to fuck her ass and find pleasure and satisfaction in knowing they were the only ones to ever take her that way. He wanted that too. Especially after tonight and feeling the same insecurities and jealousy his team members were.

  Gabe caressed her ass cheeks and then squeezed some lube into her ass.

  “Damn, baby, you want this badly, don’t you?” he asked her and then pressed a finger to her hole and worked the lube in there. She thrust her ass back and moaned.

  “Yes, Gabe. Please take me. I need you inside too. I’m going to come.”

  He gripped her hips and stopped moving his finger in her ass.

  “Don’t you dare come. You come when I tell you.”

  “Oh God.”

  “Do you understand?” he asked firmly.

  “Yes. Yes, Gabe, whatever you say. Whatever you want. Just take me.”

  He pulled his fingers from her ass and shook with anticipation. His legs were shaking, but he wanted Alana this way so badly his cock ached with need.

  He slowly aligned his cock with her puckered hole and spread her ass cheeks.

  “Nice and easy, baby. Here I come.” He began to push into her ass and felt his legs shaking. He begged his body to hold on and allow him to take her like this. To make love to her with Gator and fill her with cock, claiming her as theirs.

  As he eased in, he felt the pain, and then he paused.

  “Please, Gabe. Do it. Stop teasing me.”

  She thought he was teasing her, but really, he was weak, his legs and the damn injuries too much to stay upright like this.

  “Take her, Gabe,” Jaxon ordered.

  “Fuck that ass, Gabe,” Geno told him.

  Gabe pushed deeper, and the sensations, the tightness, and warmth against his cock felt like a vise grip. “Holy fuck, you’re so tight. Damn, baby, let me in.”

  “Relax, Alana. He’s fine. Let him in,” Gator told her.

  Gabe felt her widen her thighs and released a long sigh. Gabe pushed deeper and sank all the way in.

  “Holy fuck,” he said as he held her ass.

  “Move, Gabe. I’m not going to last much longer,” Gator stated, and Gabe began to move. He focused on the feel of taking Alana like this. Of her being so trusting and giving of herself to let them fuck her in every hole.

  He was panting, his brow wet with perspiration as he increased his speed.

  “Yes. Yes, Gabe, harder, fuck me harder.”

  Alana screamed, and he and Gator took control. They thrust and stroked into her, making her moan and beg for more. His legs felt numb, and he could hardly catch his breath as he slammed into her ass and came just as Alana and Gator did.

  He fell against her then felt the hands on his arms. Jaxon was there to help him sit down.

  He eased out of her ass and stumbled to the side of the bed

  He caught sight of Jaxon walking away but not before he gave Alana’s ass a smack.

  Gabe was overwhelmed with emotion. They were more than buddies, soldiers of a team. They were brothers. They were family, and because of Alana, they were bound for life, and nothing could ever destroy what they shared. Nothing.

  * * * *

  Alana was looking at her phone and re-reading the e-mail from Michael and Marcy.

  She couldn’t even reply. How could she? Whatever she said was laced with lies.

  All is well. I’m doing fine. Just working two jobs and getting involved in a ménage relationship with five Marines. Oh, and one of them is Gabe. He’s alive, by the way.

  Shit.

  She screeched as she felt the hand on her shoulder. She turned to find Gabe there.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, drawing attention from Jaxon, who was looking at the computer screen and appearing serious with his eyes squinted and concern on his face.

  “Just reading e-mails.”

  “From who?” he asked as he sat down on the couch next to her and placed his arm over her shoulders.

  She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “From your parents.”

  Gabe pulled back, and Jaxon looked up from the laptop.

  She tried to gauge Gabe’s reaction, and he looked away from her toward the window that looked out over the backyard.

  Alana covered his arm.

  “You need to tell them you’re alive.”

  He stood up and limped toward the window, using his cane for support.

  “Gabe?”

  “Alana, I can’t. I’m not ready for that.”

  She stood up and walked toward him.

  “Gabe, they’re so sad. They miss you so much, and this isn’t right. I get to love you, to hold you in my arms and be with you, but your parents still think you’re dead. You have to let them know. You have to let everyone know that you’re alive.” />
  “Jesus, baby.” He ran his hand over his mouth and turned toward the window.

  Alana wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and pressed her head and cheek against his back.

  “So many people love you Gabe. Let the fear, the insecurities go. You’re not a failure. You’re a hero, and I love you.”

  Gabe turned around and hugged her. She placed her cheek against his chest and looked at Jaxon, Geno, Gator, and Jeb.

  “It’s your choice, Gabe. We’ll be there right by your side the entire time,” Gator told him.

  “I’ll need all of you,” Gabe said.

  “Looks like we’re heading to Scrantonville,” Jaxon said, and Alana smiled.

  Chapter 8

  Gabe was a nervous wreck as they all drove out early Sunday morning to Scrantonville. Alana called into work to say she wouldn’t be there for a few days. Jaxon had suggested that they call Gabe’s parents and let them know he was coming. Alana had informed them that Gabe’s grandparents were still alive and elderly, and the shock could upset them if they just showed up at the front door.

  But he was still freaking out, worrying that everyone would hate him, see him as a failure and an invalid, and he started to have second thoughts.

  But as they rolled into town, Alana holding his hand, texting to someone then smiling at him reassuringly, and his brothers surrounding him, he couldn’t believe the sight.

  A large banner hung from one side of the entrance gates to town to the other, saying, “Welcome Home, Gabe—Scrantonville’s Own Hero.”

  Jaxon pulled the truck into the one open spot left for them, and the music and cheering grew louder.

  The local high school band was there, playing the second the truck pulled up, and all he could see was the sea of people cheering, holding up signs.

  They all got out of the truck. He walked with his cane, Alana and his brothers by his sides as his eyes filled with tears.