Armored Hearts [The Town of Pearl 7] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  Flynn was in front of her running his hands through her hair then directing her to his cock. He had it fisted in his other hand, his pants hanging around his ankles.

  “I need that mouth on me, sugar. You’re so fucking sexy.”

  She was turned on beyond belief. It was like she had been waiting all her life for these men. They made her feel things and want to do things no other men would be able to.

  She opened her mouth and eased his cock in deep. It was difficult to do with two thick hard cocks pounding inter her pussy and ass, but she was determined to show them she wasn’t weak or fragile. That she could handle five lovers.

  She sucked harder as she felt Fisher grow thicker. He cupped her breast, tweaked the nipple, and pulled. He pumped up into her pussy very fast and then gripped both breasts and came.

  “God, I could just die now. You’re incredible, India.”

  She continued to suck on Flynn until Grey came next. He stroked three times and ejaculated, then pumped his hips a few more times.

  As he pulled out and she grabbed a better hold of Flynn’s thighs, Flynn took over.

  * * * *

  Flynn was on fire. The sound of their lovemaking had caused him to leave the others downstairs and join in the fun. His cock was so damn hard and when he walked into the room to see Grey and Fisher so deeply inside of her, thrusting, moaning, and bodies slapping together, he wanted in. Now that they were done, he could have her all to himself.

  Flynn eased his cock from her mouth under her protest.

  But his buddies got the hint and rolled out of the way, leaving Flynn to roll India to her back, spread her thighs, and begin to satisfy both of them. He noticed neither man was wearing protection.

  “No barriers,” Grey said as he stroked a finger down India’s cheek. She blushed and then locked gazes with Flynn.

  “You’re all mine now, beautiful.”

  He entwined their fingers, brought her hands and arms above her head, and rocked his hips against hers.

  “Spread those thighs wider. Let me all the way in. I want to feel my balls slapping your ass. I want to embed my mark, my scent, my body into yours so you’ll never be the same again.”

  “Oh good God, Flynn. You’re so wild,” she said and shocked him by spreading her thighs wider and thrusting upward.

  That was it.

  “Get ready, baby. Hold on.”

  He began a series of long, deep thrusts that caused her to lose her breath and for perspiration to hit his brow. Over and over again he stroked his cock deeper, faster into her.

  “Mine. You’re mine.”

  Her breasts bounced and it drove his hunger further.

  “You’re so fucking hot.”

  “You’re so big, Flynn. God, I love your muscles and tattoos. All of you are so big and strong and sexy. I can’t take it. Oh God.”

  “Come with me, baby. Come on now. Come with me.” He thrust faster, harder, and she screamed just as he came, exploding into her womb. The thought of having India forever crossed his mind. Children, a family, and activities in town with the rest of the community they barely mingled with. It was all right there in that moment that Flynn knew she was special.

  He hugged her as he lay over her, trying not to place all his weight on her. She hugged him back and he knew she felt it, too. “I’m never giving you up. Remember that,” he whispered to her and kissed her everywhere his lips could reach.

  Chapter 7

  Fisher headed out of the house early to try and get some pictures of the sunrise to show to India. Despite her saying how under normal circumstances she was an early riser, she had yet to get up earlier than ten a.m.

  He smiled as he thought about why. They all made love to her as often as they could. Flynn could see the changes in his friends. Grey walked around humming a tune and would hurry into the house after work looking for India, or to find out from someone how she was feeling and if the day went well. That was another thing. India had found out they had a surround sound system that went through the entire house. Now, they all listened to background music. She’d started off playing club style tunes that got on Fenton’s and Ford’s nerves really quickly.

  Flynn chuckled a he grabbed his camera bag and his thermos of coffee. Magnum, Charles, and Clint followed.

  The dogs loved accompanying him. They also went along with Fenton as he did his perimeter checks day and night.

  He found himself humming a tune as he approached the area where he felt he could get a great photo of the sunrise to show India. He hoped soon enough she would be up for coming along with him. He had a great spot picked out, where they could lay a blanket and talk. He wanted to learn more about her, and of course about her amazing body.

  He smiled as he snapped the pictures and continued to think about what life could send their way.

  He felt pretty confident that the men who hurt India were not going to come to Texas to find her. Dmitri, Silas, and Ford felt the same way. But they would still take precautions. The longer there was possible danger in Chicago, the longer India would need to stay.

  With that thought came the fear of losing her. She had a life, a career, friends, and maybe interested men back in Chicago. What did the five of them have to offer her? Sure they had money and this big place, but where was the glamour, the action and excitement compared to a city like Chicago? There wasn’t.

  He swallowed hard and knew instantly that this was going to be a bad situation. He thought about Fisher and Ford. About how much they cared for India already, too. Just last night they sat in the kitchen as slow country music played on the radio and they talked. It was all so normal, and a scene he could easily get used to.

  Then there was Fenton. India was a wish come true for Fenton. Flynn didn’t think the man would ever learn to smile again or not be so snappy and irritable. It took one sexy platinum-blonde to turn his world upside down. Fenton was already in love.

  Magnum started growling and so did Charles and Clint.

  Flynn heard the noise, the rustling of leaves and branches snapping.

  He looked around toward the wooded area and saw the movement.

  Magnum growled lower.

  “Shh, boy. Stay,” he ordered the dogs. He knew what was out there. Wolves. They had been causing some havoc down a ways where more livestock ranches were. The damn wild wolves hunted on the land and attacked a few cattle. They were vicious, and he didn’t want his dogs having to fight them.

  Flynn knelt down and the dogs gathered around him as he pulled his gun off his waist and waited to see if the animals made a move. A few minutes later they were well on their way.

  “Good job, boys. Let’s head home,” he said and the dogs wagged their tails and panted excitedly.

  He had a feeling they were just as antsy to see India as he was. He chuckled. India often had Magnum lying on his back with his tongue hanging out the side as she rubbed his belly. Fenton reprimanded her for it but she did it anyway.

  Flynn chuckled.

  He never thought about what it was like to be a dog until that moment.

  * * * *

  “You’re slamming all those draws, what are you looking for?” Fisher asked India as he pulled on a sweatshirt. She was shivering with her arms around her waist as she stood in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve purple shirt.

  “I’m freezing and I can’t seem to find a sweatshirt or anything.” She eyed over the sweatshirt he’d just put on and she gave him that pouty expression he would love to kiss off of her.

  He rolled his eyes and lifted the sweatshirt up over his head.

  “Here. You could have just asked to wear it,” he said as he helped her into it. It of course was huge on her, but he loved the fact that she wanted to wear something of his. He loved her scent and would love to hold onto something that smelled like her when he wasn’t here at home. But that would be corny, and soldiers didn’t do corny.

  He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “You like wearing our clothes?” he a
sked, letting his hand roam over her backside.

  “I don’t know why. I guess it’s like I can constantly keep one of you right by me at all times. Sound kind of corny?” she asked him and he smiled as he wrapped his arm over her shoulder and led her from the bedroom.

  “Not corny at all.”

  They headed downstairs and found Ford in the kitchen cooking up some breakfast. He smiled when he saw her then curled his finger for her to come over to him.

  Fisher watched her walk to Ford, the sweatshirt nearly to her knees and the sleeves over her hands.

  “What’s this?” Ford asked, directing toward her sweatshirt. She gave a slow nod over her shoulder at Fisher.

  “Fisher gave it to me so I can stay warm and keep him nearby at all times. Isn’t that sweet?” she asked and Fisher felt his cheeks warm. Ford looked at him and laughed.

  “Awe, isn’t that so sweet of you, Fisher?”

  “You little troublemaker. I didn’t say that.” Fisher wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her up and against him. She laughed and Ford touched her cheek as they all paused.

  “I think Fisher had a great idea.” He kissed her softly then went back to cooking.

  Fisher took her hand and led her to the island in the kitchen where he pulled a stool out for her.

  “Coffee?” he asked and she nodded her head.

  “Where are the others?” she asked.

  “Flynn went out early, took the dogs with him to take some pictures,” Ford said.

  “Oh man, I wanted to get up early to go with him but I was exhausted.”

  “Of course you were. You woke us up about four a.m. feeling a little needy, baby. Don’t you remember?” Fisher teased. His cock hardened at the memory. She wasn’t too shy to admit she wanted sex. He loved that about her.

  “I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep. In fact, Flynn started it all,” she said with an attitude.

  “Poor Grey’s ass was dragging when he got up for work,” Ford added and Fisher chuckled.

  “He’ll be in a foul mood tonight when he gets home. I think I’ll stay clear of him.”

  Just then the backdoor opened and Flynn came in along with the dogs.

  India got down and greeted them as the dogs immediately went to her side first.

  Fisher was taken aback. Thank God Fenton wasn’t here right now or he would flip out. He was the main master.

  “Good morning, babies. How are my three little cuties?” she asked the dogs in a silly voice that made the dogs nuts. Immediately Magnum rolled onto his back, a new thing he started now that India rubbed his belly. Then Clint did the same, pushing Magnum to the side, and Charles sat down next to her, sniffing her hair and sneaking in a lick. She laughed and gave all three her full attention.

  “Jesus. She’s got them whipped,” Flynn said, passing by the scene and washing up by the sink.

  “You’re back early,” Ford pointed out.

  “There was some company out there. Didn’t want to take the chance of our three guys getting into a fight,” Flynn told them.

  “A fight? Who?” India asked as she stood up. Magnum jumped up with her and nudged her hand.

  Flynn looked her over and stepped closer.

  “Wolves.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her neck. She immediately hugged him.

  “There are wolves around here? Would they attack the dogs?” she asked all concerned, and Fisher was touched by her concern. It seemed she was growing fond of all the males in the house, even the ones on four legs.

  “They’re smart. Magnum, Charles, and Clint won’t go looking for trouble,” he told her as he moved his hand under the large sweatshirt she wore. She shivered and hugged him tighter.

  “Do you think the wolves are a potential problem? Last we heard, a pack did some damage to the Murphy’s livestock. Maybe we should give Grey a call and tell Wyatt about the wolves?” Ford asked.

  “It’s a good idea. They’ve never come this close to our land and the house. They could be sniffing out our boys here,” Fisher said and pet Charles on the head. The dogs were staying right near India. Fisher thought it was interesting how they protected the one female of the house. It made him think of the potential in this relationship, and how guarded and cared for India would be if she stayed here with them. It was something no one wanted to discuss any time soon.

  “Oh no. We can’t let those wolves near them,” India said all concerned as she pet the dogs and then held Magnum by his face and made kissy noises. The dog licked her nose and she chuckled.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  They all turned to see Fenton in the doorway staring at India and then the others in disbelief.

  “You can’t talk to them like that, India. You guys should not allow this,” Fenton barked at them. Fisher watched India’s expression as she crossed her arms and then glared at Fenton.

  “They love the attention,” she responded.

  Fenton gave a command and the dogs exited the room.

  She uncrossed her arms, her expression disappointed that he made them leave when she was obviously enjoying caring for them. Something was up with Fenton.

  “They’re guard dogs, not pocketbook dogs,” he replied.

  “What is a pocketbook dog?” she asked.

  “You should know,” he stated.

  “Me? How would I know what that is? I never had a dog. My parents never allowed it. They were neat freaks,” she blurted out.

  It was the first bit of information about her family any of them had gotten from her. She never mentioned them again, only the fact that they wouldn’t allow a dog in their home. Fisher knew that she and Silas were the only children. He wondered why Fenton was in such a rotten mood.

  “Just drop it. Quit talking to the dogs like they’re babies.”

  “Quit being a jerk,” she said and turned away.

  “I’m a jerk?” he asked.

  “Glad that you admitted it. I mean really, Fenton. What’s the big deal? They are part of your family, aren’t they?”

  “What’s the big deal? The big deal is that they’re soldiers and they have a job to do which is to protect this house, all of us and you, too.”

  “Well they can do a pretty damn good job at that being right here beside us as we love them and pet them. They’re loyal, smart dogs. If I talk to them like that it doesn’t mean they’ll get weak and screw up. I mean really, Fenton, you believe that?”

  “Yes,” he growled. “If we let down our defenses, that’s when the enemy strikes. If we show weakness, that’s when we open ourselves up for pain. You don’t get it. You’re a pampered city girl who gets everything by the snap of your fingers. Put you in the mist of danger and you’re as good as dead,” he snapped then walked out of the room.

  Fisher couldn’t believe how harsh Fenton was being. He didn’t get it. But before anyone could console India, she stormed out of the room after Fenton.

  * * * *

  Fenton was furious. He told himself that he wasn’t going to overthink the information he got from Dmitri. He wasn’t going to analyze the text messages on India’s phone that he had in his possession. They had her phone to monitor if the Russians tried to contact her but instead a bunch of friends called her. Then a bunch of men. Two in particular talked about wanting to see her, and how they missed her and if she needed company or a bedside aide that they would be there. He was a man. He knew what the fuck that meant. They wanted to fuck her.

  Well that wasn’t going to happen. It pissed him off so much that he hadn’t even gotten up or headed downstairs early like usual.

  He got to his bedroom and paced the room when the door slammed open. There stood India. She was angry, her fists by her side as she stood there and stared at him.

  “How dare you talk to me like that? I don’t know what has gotten into you and why you’re so angry,” she said and all he could do was stare at her.

  Her long platinum-blonde hair was pulled back to the side in some casual style that
made her look sexy and desirable. Even in the huge, baggy sweatshirt she looked attractive to him. It was insane. Then he thought about the men, the text messages to her. He was jealous, distrusting, pissed off, and he didn’t want to hear her lies. Women lied. This was why he kept his heart out of sex. But with India it was different. With India he could be free, and could let go and that was why this hurt and pissed him off so much. She would leave them for those men. They were probably rich, with fancy sports cars and yachts to show off. He and his team lived in the middle of a farmland, out in Texas with a small town nearby and down-to-earth neighbors. She wouldn’t give up her lush life in Chicago for them. What the hell had they been thinking? Now when he walked into the kitchen she was loving their dogs. His dogs.

  “Don’t just stand there giving me the silent treatment. What did I do wrong? You’re seriously pissed off because I talk to your dogs and pet them, rub their bellies, cause them to let down their guard so they can have fun and breathe?”

  “My dogs have fun. They have it on a schedule, just like soldiers do.”

  Her eyes widened and she stepped closer. “Are you serious? Has anyone informed you that you’re no longer in the service? That this is civilian life and the likelihood that a troop of enemy soldiers are going to invade your kitchen while I’m petting your dogs is pretty much not ever going to happen. What is the real issue here, Fenton? Why would you say such mean things to me?”

  “When Silas calls. When Dmitri and he give the all clear that it’s safe to return to Chicago, are you just going to leave? Replace us with the men you have back there waiting to fuck you, and pretend they care about you and what you experienced?”

  She blinked her eyes. His words were like a strike to her face. He hadn’t meant to be so harsh but he was jealous, pissed off, and fearful that she would never truly be theirs. He’d taken a risk and now it seemed it was for nothing.

  “What men? What are you talking about? Did Silas call you? Did he say that it’s safe to go back?”