The others cheered Fisher and Grey on as she absorbed their sexy, hard bodies against hers and the completion she now felt having had sex with all five men.
She could hardly remain upright as she glanced at the others, absorbed every ounce of the emotions she felt. The sight of their gorgeous bodies, all hard, scarred, and arousing had her tightening up and coming like a faucet.
“Oh God. Oh!” she moaned aloud.
“I’m coming, baby. I’m yours,” Fisher said and came as he held onto her.
She leaned down and kissed him and Grey smacked her ass again and again.
“I love this ass. When you’re naughty, baby, and I can tell that you’ll be naughty, I’m going to spank this ass as your punishment.” He smacked her ass again and she moaned.
“You like that, India? You’re going to be naughty on purpose, aren’t you?” Ford asked as he cupped her cheeks and then leaned down and kissed her.
“Yes,” she said and they chuckled but Grey continued to stroke into her harder and faster before he came, calling her name.
His lips touched her shoulder and he whispered into her ear.
“You were meant for all of us. We’re never going to let you go.”
His words aroused her entirely too much and then came the fear, the uncertainty. Her life would change. Her life had changed. She was going back to Chicago as soon as Silas gave the okay. How would she ever leave these five men? Could this have just been lust and nothing more? She wasn’t certain but as Grey pulled from her body and she started coming down off the high of making love to five gorgeous, muscular men, the aches and pains resurfaced and exhaustion overtook her completely.
Chapter 6
Fisher and Grey watched India as she slept. She was moaning and scrunching her face up as if she were in pain. They were on edge, waiting for the screams to start when her eyes popped open and she gasped then moaned.
“Easy, baby. We’re right here, and you’re safe,” Fisher told her.
She lay back down and then covered her mouth as if trying to hide a cry.
Fisher glanced at Grey, who seemed concerned.
“What’s wrong?”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to take the pain medication but it’s like I want to.”
“Why?” Fisher asked.
She didn’t reply and instead attempted to move. That’s when she gasped and lay back down.
He saw the pain and the tears hit her eyes, and his heart hammered in his chest as he laid his palm over her belly and the sheet that covered her.
“You’re in pain,” he said.
“Fuck, we hurt her. We should have gone slowly, maybe not all taken her like we did,” Grey said as he stood up from the bed and paced.
“No, I’m okay. I’m just sore. I’ve been sore every morning when I wake up,” she said.
“Not like this. You’re a bad liar, India, so don’t try to bullshit us.” He turned to look at Grey. “Start a hot bath. Put those spa things in there so when we turn on the Jacuzzi she can relax comfortably.”
Grey nodded, turned, and hurried toward the bathroom.
They would take excellent care of her. Fisher was shocked at how upset he felt for being part of the reason why she ached so much. He wasn’t used to this. Caring for a woman so deeply and being responsible for her well-being. It was like his entire outlook on life had changed from one sink of his cock into her body. This was a serious situation. One they all might not fully understand or comprehend yet, but he did. He wanted India safe, secure, and with them here forever. He wasn’t going to let her go back to Chicago. He wasn’t going to hear about her other life and her responsibilities. No, she was part of him, part of them now.
He had to slow himself down and calm his ranting mind. He was fucking losing it. He was going to go all stalker on her. Where the fuck was this coming from?
“Fisher?”
He looked at her and she looked scared. He hadn’t even realized he had a scowl on his face. Here he was flexing his muscles, acting like some dominating, chauvinistic dick.
He reached over and caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into his palm. It gave him great satisfaction and a feeling of importance.
“Let me carry you to the bathroom. You’ll soak a bit while we check on breakfast.”
“No.”
He raise done eyebrow up at her.
She cupped his cheek. “Join me in the tub. I don’t want to be alone.”
His cock instantly hardened. He could get lost in the blue of her eyes. Never mind the curve of her lips, or the soft whisper of her voice. She didn’t know the power she had over him already. Or maybe she did. At the moment as she slowly pushed the sheets away from her sexy body, he didn’t care. He stroked his thumb along her nipple.
“I don’t think that’s such a great idea, baby.”
“Why not? Don’t you want to?” she asked.
“Oh, I do. But you see that will lead to me touching you, licking you, and ultimately sinking my cock deeply into you. You’re bruised, achy, and need time to adjust to having five lovers. We’re big men.”
“I don’t want to be alone,” she admitted and looked away from him as he continued to caress her skin. He ran his hands along her abs and her breasts, making the nipples hard and erect.
“We’ll stay in there with you,” Grey added as he joined them.
She looked at him. “In the tub with me?” she asked, sounding so hopeful. He actually ached having to decline the invitation.
Grey’s eyes darkened.
“You need to soak and relax those sore muscles. Afterwards, we’ll ease that other ache, baby.” Grey winked and India smiled and nodded her head.
“We’ll see,” Fisher countered and gave a firm expression that got India pouting and Grey smirking.
Fisher pulled the covers the rest of the way off her body, and he absorbed her skin. Harsh red welts and bruising covered her ribs. He knew that the men who hurt her kicked her and punched her there. The slimy fucking bastards.
He reached for her and she came willingly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, instantly making Fisher fall deeper for her.
“Hold on, India, I’ve got you.” He was shocked at how hard his voice sounded. How the need to not feel vulnerable, weak, overtook how he really wanted to react to her. He had to hold back. He couldn’t allow her, anyone to know how weak she made him. He was a soldier, and soldiers never showed weakness.
* * * *
Grey took in the sight of India’s body as Fisher gently placed her into the Jacuzzi tub.
Her breasts were beautiful and her shyness as she tried to cover them from their view was priceless.
“It’s a little late for modesty, sweets. We’ve seen and shared all of you. Never hide what’s ours,” Grey said and reached out and softly caressed her cheek.
She moaned as she slid deeper under the bubbles in the tub.
“For the record, I’ve never done anything like that before. I’m a single-lover woman. Or at least I used to be.”
Jealousy ruled his response as he squinted and held her gaze. “Never speak of any other men than the five of us. Understood?” he asked, holding her chin. She nodded her head and Fisher was shocked at how intense Grey spoke, but also how similar his own feelings were about her statement.
He didn’t care to know how many men had the opportunity to share her bed. There wouldn’t be any others. Not now, not ever again.
* * * *
India couldn’t believe how intense and possessive Grey and Fisher were being. First of all, they were so big, in every aspect of the word. They had large muscles, even larger personalities, and big cocks. They were intimidating, powerful, resourceful, and so damn sexy she felt like she was losing all ability to think for herself and heed caution here. Instead it was like full throttle, step on the gas pedal and don’t let off unless we crash.
She wasn’t a wild, no consequences individual who felt she was immortal. She knew that taking on a love
r was emotional and opened her heart up for pain. Giving so intimately of the body also meant giving so deeply and intimately of the mind and soul. Anyone who was callous, stupid, and uneducated enough to think of sex as just physical and nothing deeper were plain liars. Sex, connecting as one in that way, was life changing. There were instant connections and a bond formed that could not be easily broken. Times that by five, and hell yeah, she had to be out of her fucking mind.
She was already thinking about what could come of this. Could they have a future together? What about Chicago? Her career? Her friends and social circles? What about her past lovers? She wasn’t embarrassed or regretful. She was so fucking organized and anal about her life, her job, and everything else that she legitimately did a thorough background check on the men she had sex with. She was the powerful one. She was the one in control, not the men. Yet here she was getting turned on by five men who gave orders, who expected respect, and who basically looked at her as if she were in need of their manliness, their protection, and their capabilities. What exactly were they capable of besides fucking up her entire prerequisite checklist she always had before contemplating sex? Why did she find herself wanting to please them? Why did she get all giddy and silly inside at hearing them claim possession and hint of jealousy and keeping her forever? Was she really into such barbaric, prehistoric ideals of men possessing women?
She looked at two of the said five men and yep. All previous misconceptions, criteria, protocol, and strategic planning to secure her heart were gone. She was flying by the seat of her pants now and that was it.
“This feels great. I’m sure the aches and pains will ease,” she told them as they remained in the bathroom just sitting there on guard.
“Good. Just take your time. We don’t want you feeling any pain,” Grey said.
She gulped. There he was again, making such a macho statement that aroused her so. Her pussy ached, her breasts tingled. She was aroused and nothing else mattered.
“I feel so protected here. Like nothing can hurt me, yet I lose that feeling when I’m caught in a nightmare,” she admitted, and she didn’t know why she brought it up.
Grey caressed her shoulder then brought the washcloth up and began washing her back.
“You went through a traumatic experience. You must have been so scared,” he added.
“I’d never been so scared before. Living and working in Chicago, a woman has to take precautions. I kept thinking about what I did wrong that night. I’m always aware of what goes on around me. But I guess the sound of the squealing tires and the way the dark van skidded up to the curb shocked me. The doors opened and before I could even turn to run, they grabbed me.”
She felt her heart racing and then she moved away from Grey’s touch and wrapped her arms around herself.
“I’m sure you did all the right things, India, but men like this are well trained. They know how to move in quickly in a shock-and-awe effect,” Fisher told her. She looked at him, and felt the tears in her eyes.
“They were so big. Their fists, their kicks and touches were hard and painful.”
“Don’t, sweetie. Don’t do this to yourself,” Fisher told her, then he ran a thumb along her jaw. She locked gazes with him.
“I haven’t spoken to anyone about it, and none of you have asked me what happened. You just console me and hold me and make me feel safe, yet it’s like I need to tell it.”
Grey nodded his head. “Go on then. Let it out. Tell us what happened.” He squeezed some body wash onto the washcloth and then began to massage her legs. Her knees were sticking out of the water. Her breasts swelled with desire and her nipples hardened by his touch. Grey began to massage her shoulders and wash her back at the same time.
“They told me they were sending my friend a message. They wanted to ensure she got their meaning. There was no way to fight them. I think besides the pain of their strikes and kicks, and the way they ripped my clothes and touched me places…” She paused a moment and closed her eyes, feeling the tear roll down her cheek.
“The worst was the feel of the barrel of the gun against my temple. I never felt such fear before. That’s what makes my nightmares so terrible.”
“That’s not an easy thing to forget. To feel so vulnerable and weak, to think that man was going to pull the trigger and end your life, is definitely something to cause nightmares,” Grey told her, acknowledging, legitimatizing her pain, and the weakness she felt. They understood. They got it. They didn’t think she was weak. Why was it that she needed them to know she was a strong woman under normal, rational circumstances?
“You’re a very strong, very beautiful young woman. Feeling, experiencing weakness, fear like that has lasting effects. They’re only nightmares. Your mind’s approach to handling what happened and processing it. You’ll get through them. You’ll lose that fear and gain back control. But know you’re not alone in this. We’re here now, India. No one will ever hurt you again,” Fisher added.
“We won’t let anything bad happen to you. We’re your protectors now, your lovers,” Grey whispered as he held her gaze.
She looked at Grey, at Fisher then back at Grey. Her emotions, and the power of the strong bond already between them shone through in this moment. She wanted them. She needed them. Hell, she loved them.
“I’m done.”
“Already?” Fisher asked, but she kept her eyes glued to Grey as she slowly stood up, ignoring the slight aches and pains.
“More than ready,” she whispered.
Grey reached for the towel but instead of holding it open he leaned forward and licked along her wet nipple. He suckled kind of hard and she moaned, tilting her head back.
“Grab the lube, Fisher. You and I are making love to our woman together.
He wrapped the towel around her and swept her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing at all.
Carrying her from the bathroom, India kept her head on his shoulder and held onto him.
He set her down and gently, slowly dried her body.
When he lowered to one knee and lifted her foot up onto his other thigh, she gasped, holding onto his shoulder for support.
“Let’s make sure this pussy is wet and ready for us, baby. You’ve got my cock so hard and thick.” He leaned forward and kissed her belly. She immediately gripped his head as he trailed kisses lower until his mouth latched onto her labia.
Using his tongue and teeth, he brought her pleasure as she jerked her hips and pressed his head firmer against her mound.
Behind her Fisher kissed her shoulders and lowered down, kissing along her spine until he got to her ass. He spread her ass cheeks and licked along the hole, arousing her.
“Oh God. Please, I need you. I need you both inside of me.”
She felt Fisher stand up and then Grey turned her around and lifted her up onto Fisher who lay on the bed, naked and cock in hand.
“We need you, too. Grey, pass me a condom,” Fisher said.
“No need for any. I’m on birth control,” she told him and he smiled.
She climbed up onto his body, caressing his muscles and lowering her cunt onto his shaft, taking him inside of her. No barriers. Nothing between them, just flesh against flesh. She moaned and eased down then back up again, starting her own pace. She was lost in the sensations of him filling her and her body reacting. She ran her hands along his hard chest. She pressed her fingers against the muscles and relished in how hard, how physically fit he was. Her fingers pressed over the colors of the tattoo on his chest, shoulder, and arm. They locked gazes and once again it seemed to her their connection grew a notch or two. No words could be said about how they felt. It was incredible and she would worry about the future later. Not now. Not like this.
Fisher cupped her breasts and tweaked the nipples, pulling on them just as Grey kissed her shoulder from behind.
“I love the way your skin tastes and feels. You’re a feast, sweetheart,” Grey whispered against her skin. She shivered from his words that aroused her.
India sighed as she felt the cool liquid to her ass, and then Grey spread her cheeks.
She closed her eyes and savored in the feel of both men surrounding her. She imagined Grey’s muscles, the tattoos along one arm and his large hands as he massaged her ass. He pressed fingers to her anus, filling her with lube so he wouldn’t hurt her.
The sensations stimulated her body and she felt almost desperate even though Fisher was thrusting his cock upwards into her pussy while he played with her breasts.
It was so overstimulating. She could feel and sense everything. She felt Grey’s cock tap against her thigh as he played with her ass. It only made her desire him more. She wanted to be filled by both of them. Taken by both of them until she screamed out in ecstasy.
“Please, Grey, I need you, too.”
“I know, baby, I’m just being sure to get you nice and slick. You’ve got my cock as hard as a steel rod and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Never,” she replied, sounding so desperate and needy. They would surely see that they had such control of her already.
“Here I come.”
The anticipation caused her to come. She was over stimulated. Like some broken water main, her body erupted and both men grunted in response.
“Damn, baby, you’re so wet. Holy fuck,” Grey said. They continued to stroke into her. Grey in her ass, filling her with his thick, solid cock while he held her hips and his balls slapped against her ass. Fisher pulled her down closer for a kiss as he ravaged her mouth and thrust again and again.
Her breasts hit Fisher’s chest. The dusting of hair singed her oversensitive nipples, making her moan and counter thrust.
She widened her thighs, causing Grey to somehow thrust deeper as she cried out. “Oh. Oh…”
Flynn entered the room. “Goddamn it looks as good as it sounds.”
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