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

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “No.” He turned around and paced.

  Silas had been pissed off about the text messages. He didn’t know that Fenton and the rest of the guys would be even angrier than him. He couldn’t let on to Silas that they’d slept with his sister. That they wanted her to be part of their lives, but that these text messages made Fenton ask more questions about India’s honesty, integrity toward them and any potential commitment.

  She was a gorgeous woman. She could have any man she wanted. Why would she choose five retired soldiers, heartless bastards, as her lovers when she could have so much more in Chicago?

  He felt her hand on his arm and she turned him.

  “Talk to me, Fenton. What in God’s name has gotten into you to make you hate me so much? Please tell me so we can talk about it.”

  He stared down into her blue eyes. He towered over her and she sensed his anger, his intimidating stance, and she went to take a step back. He snagged her around the waist and pulled her closer.

  “How many lovers do you have waiting for you in Chicago? Waiting to care for you and fuck you?”

  She tried pulling back as she gripped his forearms.

  “What lovers? Who are you referring to? I wasn’t seeing anyone when I was abducted.”

  His heart hammered in his chest.

  “It didn’t sound like nothing was going on in the text messages.”

  “What text messages?”

  “I have access to your cell phone and so does Silas. I can log on to the computer and read the messages, e-mails, texts from anyone who has sent you something.”

  “What? Why didn’t you tell me so that I could talk to my friends?”

  “It’s for your safety and protection in case one of the Russian assholes tried to harass you. That’s not the point. There were men texting you. Men asking to see you, saying they missed you. Men offering to care for you by your bedside. Men wanting to fuck you.” He raised his voice and pulled her tighter against him.

  “I wasn’t seeing anyone, Fenton. If a guy sent me a text message about something like that, I’m certain it wasn’t a past lover. I have friends. Both male and female in Chicago. Some are closer than others.”

  He shook his head and backed her up against the bedroom wall.

  “You’re mine. Ours. To read those texts and to think about other men wanting you, wanting to have sex with you when you belong to us, really pisses me off, India. When your brother calls with the all clear, what are you going to do? Are you going to leave us? Are we nothing but some fantasy encounter for you to go back to Chicago and share with your friends?” he barked at her.

  He saw her eyes fill with tears. But he needed to know. He wanted to know if she was feeling how strong this bond was.

  “You really think I’m some whore who sleeps around with men and decided to try a ménage with the five of you?” Her voice cracked.

  He swallowed hard.

  “What about you? Are you going to stand here and say that I’m the only woman you’ve ever had sex with? Or maybe you’ll tell me that you never slept with women you and your team were hired to watch over,” she yelled.

  He pressed her body hard against the wall.

  “I don’t think you’re a whore, so never say that again. I’ve never slept with a woman I was hired to watch over, so get that thought out of your head. I’m pissed off. I’m jealous as damn hell just thinking about other men wanting you and texting you. I know nothing about your life in Chicago. I don’t know your plans and what you think about me, about the rest of the team, but I can tell you this much. No other men are going to ever make love to you but the five of us. You’re not going to walk out of our lives. You’ve disrupted a routine, a monotonous way of living, for me at least. I’ve never felt so strongly about a woman, about anyone before you. I want you every second of the day. I need you by my side. I want inside you, near you, holding you, touching you, and I feel obsessed and possessed at the same time. It’s maddening, India. So understand that when I saw those text messages, and read their little flirtatious comments and innuendoes for sex, I fucking lost it.”

  She stared up at him, her chest heaving up and down, and she shocked him when she reached up and cupped his cheeks.

  “I feel that same way about you, and about Fisher, Grey, Ford, and Flynn. It is maddening, and it does put me on edge. I don’t know what I’ll do when Silas calls and says that I can go back home to Chicago. I don’t. All I know is that I love being here with you and the others. I feel safe. I feel like I belong and there’s nowhere else that I’d rather be. Please don’t read any more text messages and assume the worse. Just know that none of them matter to me, but you and the others do.”

  He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up and against him so she straddled his waist. He pressed her back against the wall and stared down into her eyes.

  “I hope this doesn’t scare you when I say this, India, but if any other man tries to take you from us, tries to touch or take from this body, I’ll kill them.”

  He was overwhelmed with emotions as he made his statement then covered her mouth and kissed her.

  She kissed him back. India ran her fingers through his hair and fought for control of the kiss. It was wild, and so intense. He carried her over toward the bed, releasing her lips to kiss along her neck and absorb her scent, the feel of her skin and the magnitude of his desire to make love to her.

  “I need you so badly, baby, I feel like an animal.”

  “I feel it, too. I want you.” He kissed her lips again then set her feet down on the rug. He reached for her shirt as she reached for his and they divested one another of their clothing.

  The sight of her body aroused him so. His cock tapped against his belly and she reached for it, lowered down, and took him into her mouth.

  Her tongue, her cavern felt wet and hot, eliciting a guttural moan from him.

  He gripped her hair and fought the savage sensation to rock his cock into her mouth and mark her. It was wild, barbaric, but he had this inner urge to claim her in such a way she would always belong to him.

  She was moaning over his cock, cupping his balls and then caressing his ass. He gripped her hair and rocked his hips slowly, but it was pure torture. He needed more. He needed to get lost inside of her.

  “Fuck, India, I want to be inside you when I come.” He gripped her head and eased her mouth off his cock. Her lips were swollen, her mouth open as she took in air. The sight of her large breasts hanging down near his cock then easing up his body and against his pectoral muscles had him lifting her up and bringing her to the bed.

  He gripped her hands, locking them up over her head and against the bed as he used his thighs to spread hers.

  “You’re all mine. I’m going to fuck every inch of you.” He leaned down and licked her nipple, twirling his tongue around the tight, hard tip, and pulled.

  “Oh God, Fenton, you’re so wild. I want you everywhere. Take me, claim me any way you want, I don’t care, just as long as you’re not angry with me and that you don’t ever forget about me.”

  He felt his emotions darken at the thought.

  “Never,” he said through clenched teeth. He leaned down and kissed her as he nudged his cock between her wet folds.

  “Fuck, no condom,” he blurted out.

  “You don’t need one,” she told him.

  He squinted at her. “What are you saying?” he asked as a whirlwind of emotions, questions, hopes filled his mind. Did she not care if he got her pregnant with his child? The thought of being a father, of planting his seed in India made his heart leap with excitement. He wanted it all with her. But yet, he knew they needed to take their time.

  “India?”

  “I’m on birth control. I was being cautious and I guess trying to hold onto to some sort of control by making you all use condoms. But I want to feel all of you. Each of you make love to me. No barriers. No more walls and holding back,” she said and he gave a small smile.

  “They’ll never be anyone els
e for me, but you.” He eased his cock between her wet pussy and she moaned, tilting her head back and allowing him entry.

  He held himself deep within her and they both moaned. He lowered to his elbows, locked gazes with her, and spread tiny kisses along her chin, her lips and cheeks.

  “Hold on, darling, you’re about to get claimed like never before.”

  * * * *

  India gasped at the sensations running through her body as Fenton devoured her moans. He was rocking his hips, thrusting his thick, hard cock so deep she was gasping for breath. He’d already fucked her mouth, and now he was fucking her cunt. She’d never felt so primal, so savagelike as she grabbed at his hair, scratched his chest, and counterthrust.

  “Mine. This mouth, this pussy is all mine.” He kissed her deeply and continued to stroke her pussy and claim her mouth.

  She felt her body tighten. She was overwhelmed with desire and emotions as she came, calling his name.

  As she continued to feel the tiny aftermath of vibrations, her pussy leaked like a faucet. Fenton pulled out of her, flipped her to her belly, pulled her hips back so that only her top half of her body was on the bed. He spread her thighs and he thrust into her cunt from behind.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  “No one but me and my team ever. Say it, India. Only us,” he commanded as he continued to thrust into her cunt as he used her cream to lubricate her anus.

  “Oh God, Fenton, yes, yes. Only you and the team. Always.” She moaned and he pulled out, lowered down behind her, and licked her anus. His tongue collided with her cunt, and she felt him flick his tongue back and forth against her labia and anus. When he stroked a finger into her ass, she screamed another release as she gripped the navy blue comforter on the bed.

  “Mine. All fucking mine.”

  Smack. Smack.

  He pulled his fingers from her ass, replaced them with his cock, and pressed into her anus. India moaned out loud as her pussy clenched and creamed some more. Fenton began to stroke into her ass, smacking it in between thrusts then massaging where it burned. Her nipples hardened, her breasts felt so full, and she kept moaning and screaming his name. She never felt so out of control and wild with passion.

  “Mine. Every inch of you is mine,” he said and he was right. He’d claimed her mouth, he’d claimed her pussy, and now her ass. She was never so turned on by a man in her life like these men, like Fenton turned her on right now.

  Her pussy felt so swollen and needy. She wished the others would join them. They had to have heard her screams of pleasure.

  She reached under her and pressed fingers to her wet, swollen pussy lips.

  “Do it. Finger yourself while I fuck this hot, sexy ass,” he ordered. And it was definitely an order because as she hesitated, he smacked her ass cheek and thrust into her ass.

  India moaned then pressed her fingers in an exploratory manner up into her cunt. She’d never fingered herself while a man fucked her in the ass. It was empowering, sexual, and stimulating. She began to counterthrust back as he moaned and cheered her on.

  “Fenton. Oh, Fenton, I can’t take it. Oh God everything feels so tight and full,” she said.

  “You can take it. You will take it because you’re my woman. You belong to me, don’t you, baby?” he asked through clenched teeth.

  “Yes. Yes, Fenton, always.”

  She increased her strokes to match Fenton’s. She could feel some sort of sensation inside of her when suddenly he gripped her hair with one hand, then her waist with the other, and pounded into her.

  She screamed so loudly she lost her voice as she came, flooding her fingers, forcing them from her pussy. Fenton followed, holding his cock deep in her ass as he came with a loud, wild holler. It was so deep and manly she shivered and felt like she truly belonged to him, like he possessed and claimed her body just as he said he was going to.

  He hugged her tightly, kissed her shoulders, her neck, and then her spine.

  “Incredible,” he whispered as he eased his cock from her body, lifted her up, and carried her to the bathroom shower.

  He carried her into the walk-in custom shower then set her down and hit one button on the wall. They were immediately surrounded by multiple sprayer heads, the water a perfect temperature.

  “Oh, that feels so good,” she whispered.

  “Pre-set to my desired temperature,” he told her as he cupped her face and head, leaned down, and kissed her gingerly.

  That kiss grew deeper and she ran her hands along his body, around his waist to his ass and she hugged him tight.

  She was totally in love with Fenton. She was in love with all five of the men, and he was right to question those texts he read. She had a life back in Chicago. She had friends, ex-lovers that meant nothing to her, and a career there. What could come of a relationship with Fenton and the team? Would they want her forever, or would she be risking everything she had on five men who were so dangerous, demanding and wild, they would challenge her independence and try to make her into someone she wasn’t?

  She didn’t know. And at the moment nothing else seemed to matter but being here with Fenton.

  * * * *

  “What was that all about?” Fisher asked Ford as they ate breakfast at the kitchen island.

  “I’d say it had something to do with India’s phone and messages she was getting. I don’t know what was on them. Fenton was communicating with Silas and looking over India’s text messages. His comments obviously stemmed from what he read,” Ford said.

  “He was jealous,” Flynn added and leaned back, using his finger to trace the rim of his coffee cup.

  Fisher looked at them.

  “Jealous?” Fisher asked.

  “Isn’t it obvious by Fenton’s reaction? He saw messages from some guys who probably texted her. We don’t know anything about her life in Chicago, if she was dating someone. We know very little but what was in the file Dmitri gave us and of course what we could find out online. We know she’s wealthy and a hard worker. An entrepreneur who made her money from hard work and creativity. But obviously something specific pissed Fenton off. I want to know what it is. I want to know if she has a lover in Chicago.”

  “What? No fucking way. She made love to us. There’s a connection between the five of us and all of you know it and feel it, too. Any jealousy or fear is from not knowing more about her. We can resolve that by simply asking her to tell us about her life in Chicago,” Fisher said.

  “How about asking her what she’s going to do when Silas calls and says she can go back? Then what? She has a life, friends, things that we can’t offer her here in Pearl,” Flynn added.

  “None of us, including India gave a shit about any of that when we had sex for the first time. Nor did we care every other time we’ve taken her alone or together. It will all work out,” Ford said.

  “How the hell can you be so sure? Look at her. She’s a knockout, the whole package and then some. She doesn’t need us to support her financially or provide for her. Fenton was right to be pissed. We’re not good enough for her.”

  “Fisher, now you sound like an idiot. She’s not like that. She is special and she wants this relationship. It’s our job to make her see how perfect life could be out here with us,” Ford added.

  “We have a job to do, and that’s to protect her in case those assholes from Chicago come along. We’ll deal with the other stuff after,” Flynn said and then stood up. He poured his coffee out and left the room.

  Fisher looked at Ford. “What are we going to do, commander? This team is going to fall apart if India leaves us and goes back to her life in Chicago.”

  “What can we do, Fisher? We can’t force her to stay.”

  Fisher looked down and chuckled then looked back up at Ford.

  “I know a knot or two that can hold for a very long time.”

  Ford chuckled. “Not going to work with a woman like India. If she wants to leave. If she needs to head back, then we have to let her go.”


  * * * *

  India walked into the main bedroom where her clothes were so she could change. The house was quiet and Fenton was going to do a perimeter check with the dogs. As she headed toward the dresser, wearing only the hooded sweatshirt Fisher had given her, she bent over to rummage for a shirt and pants.

  “What are you up to?” She swung her head toward the door, shocked she hadn’t even heard Flynn approach. He stood there, arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe just watching her. How long had he been there? How did he do that? Sneak up on her and watch her without her even hearing a sound.

  She placed her hand on her hip and one on the dresser for support.

  “You scared me. How the heck did you sneak up on me like that?” she asked him.

  He squinted his eyes and looked her over. “It’s an acquired talent.” His tone was firm. His expression matched.

  Was he angry with her, too, over the text messages?

  “Listen, I know Fenton probably told you about the text messages and being angry over them. As I explained to him, I have a lot of friends in Chicago and that included guys that like to flirt and say things. But it doesn’t mean I entertain those remarks.” She looked back toward the dresser and as she bent down to pull out panties and lounge pants, Flynn came up behind her.

  He pressed his body to hers, wrapped an arm around her waist, and whispered into her ear, “I don’t want to hear about other guys wanting you. Wanting this body. It’s ours. You belong to us. Nothing else matters, India.” He kissed her neck and pushed his hand up under the sweatshirt and cupped a breast. She grabbed onto the dresser and moaned aloud, pressing her ass back against Flynn’s body.

  He suckled her skin and then massaged her breast, tweaking the nipple before he maneuvered his palm lower.

  “I don’t want to talk about the choice you’re going to have to make when the time comes to leave here. I do want to know more about your life, your profession, and your dreams, India. I want this time together to be important for you.” He cupped her mound, thrust his hips slowly against her ass, and she could feel the ridge of his hard cock.