“What the fuck man?” he asked, smirking and shaking his head. Flame chuckled. His team had their nights of lust, of love affairs, of women over the years, but nothing, absolutely nothing like this ever happened before. They, of course, were gentlemen, and they didn’t take advantage of Marianna in her state. That sexy, hoarse voice of hers gave them all hard-ons, and when she stripped from her clothes and got onto the bed, he didn’t know if his men would keep their sanity or not. They did though, and their expressions of care for the woman, and attraction, told him they were setting out to a journey they didn’t expect to ever have. Courting a woman, together.
“My head is spinning here, Flame. She’s young. Then that story she blurted out about how she got that bruise and scratch on her hip pissed me off.”
“I know, me, too, but it sounds like the situation was handled and the guy was drunk.” Yani reached out and caressed her hair, then looked at her body.
“She needs looking after,” he said low.
“Is that what we’re going to call it?” Flame asked, then stood up.
Yani looked at him.
“I don’t know what the fuck to call it, but god damn, I never felt this way about a woman before. Look at her, Flame. She’s fucking perfect. She’s sweet, strong, has an exceptional body, her belly button is pierced, and she has a tattoo on her hip,” Yani said, and stroked her there. She stirred and so did Slova and Cast.
“Musical notes,” Flame whispered, and chuckled then looked at the scene one more time. That could be every night and every day. Waking up with her in their arms after making love to a woman together. To Marianna.
“I ran out earlier and got some things for breakfast. Her fridge was empty. I’ll start making the bacon,” he said, and walked toward the kitchen. The apartment she lived in was super small. There wasn’t even a wall separating the bedroom from the living room and kitchen. It was like a loft and was above a hardware store. It was clean, nicely decorated with what little there was, and she didn’t have much, except in her closet. He hadn’t slept as usual, and so he walked around the small apartment and looked at the pictures she had out. Some with friends who were at the bar last night, others were degrees she had and certificates and awards she received both in school and in music. She was very talented, and he saw several scrapbooks, as well. Plus bills. A mortgage payment for a house in Cambridge, some medical bills, some under the names Delores Chord and others under Stella Barkley. Seemed she was paying them. When he opened one up he found letters from famous music schools in New York and California, offering her scholarships, full rides to various programs in music. He noticed her degree in business administration from the local university. He swallowed hard, and couldn’t help but wonder about her life and the decisions she made. She was only twenty-five. When he learned that, staring at her college diploma, then her high school diploma and graduating year, it made him feel old. Like he wasn’t good enough for her. Had him thinking about all the years in the military. The crazy, scary shit him and his team experienced and his thoughts got deep. Too deep for one night enjoying laughter, conversation, and not even sex with a beautiful woman and his team. He was panicking, and as soon as the others awoke and processed last night, and Marianna’s age, they would be panicking, too.
He cleared his mind as best as he could and started to make some bacon as Yani found a coffee pot and the coffee and began to make that, too. They were all going to need a lot of it.
* * * *
Cast awoke to the smell of shampoo, then coffee, bacon, and the feel of warmth and his hand over a very large breast. He blinked his eyes opened. His heart hammered inside of his chest. “Marianna?” he whispered, and she stirred. He swallowed hard, felt that she was wearing a bra and panties, and holy fuck his cock was hard against her ass, his lips close to her hair and skin. He couldn’t resist. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, and remembered last night. Hell, this morning technically, and how tipsy she was, sexy and youthful. When she’d stripped to her panties and bra and collapsed onto the bed, saying how exhausted she was with that hoarse sexy voice and that voluptuous body, he knew he wanted her. He pulled off his shirt, stepped from his boots and jeans and got right into bed with her.
“Holy fuck,” Slova whispered. His hand was over her ass, holding her thigh over his thigh. They locked gazes.
Yani chuckled.
They looked toward the edge of the bed and Yani stood holding a cup of coffee, wearing no shirt, only jeans. The events of last night came crashing back, and he knew that they didn’t make love to her, didn’t take advantage of her state. He exhaled and kissed her shoulder as she began to stir.
When her eyes blinked open, Slova gave her a wink.
“Morning, gorgeous,” he said, and she blinked several times, then her face flushed and she tightened up.
“Easy, baby, nothing happened,” Slova told her, as she pulled her thigh away from his, and Cast slid his palm from her breast. She glanced down.
“Nothing happened?” she asked, her voice even worse than last night, even sexier.
“We were gentlemen. We swear,” Yani said, and she looked toward him.
“Got bacon cooking and I’m starting up on eggs next. Coffee is ready, too,” Flame said from the kitchen.
She lifted her hand up, Cast pulled back and she rolled to her back. “This is bad. So bad,” she said, hand moving through her hair, eyes filling with tears.
Cast placed his palm over her waist and Slova cupped her cheek.
“It isn’t bad. We all felt the attraction, were having a good time. No better way to get acquainted than to spend all these hours together,” Slova said and winked. Cast chuckled and caressed her belly. He then leaned down and kissed her skin. She tightened up and looked at him. He glanced up from where he kissed her, trailing his mouth along her hip bone and over the tattoo.
“Our sweet little musician, what a surprise you are to us,” he said.
She swallowed hard. “We didn’t do anything? I mean, I would feel it right? Like if we had sex?” she asked.
“Baby, you would be sore in all the right places with the four of us as lovers. We didn’t. We just held you,” Slova told her, and she exhaled.
Cast squinted, her reaction, description setting something off in his gut. How would she not know? She wasn’t that drunk, and her body would surely feel the effects of sex.
“Well, I think we need to get up. This is sort of awkward and a complete first for me,” she said, and Cast lifted up first, and then offered her his hand.
When her eyes swept over his body, he winked at her. When she stood up, looking sexy as sin in the skimpy bra and thong panties, his dick felt possessive. He wanted in. He wanted ownership. It was instant, and he pulled her into his arms, hugged her, ran his hand under her hair and lowered down to kiss her. As he turned with her in his arms, Slova joined in, ran his hand under her hair and neck, and as Cast released her lips, Slova took over kissing her. They were both caressing her body, and then Slova pulled back and she lowered her head against Cast’s chest.
“Holy shit,” she said, and they chuckled.
Slova gave her ass a tap.
“Go get ready for breakfast,” he ordered, and she pulled back, then away from between them and glanced at Yani and Flame, who stared at her, holding cups of coffee and looking just as needy and hungry as Cast felt.
She disappeared into the bathroom.
“Holy fuck,” Cast said, and Slova chuckled.
“We’ll process it after. Let’s make her feel comfortable,” Flame said.
“Comfortable?” Cast asked, stepping into his jeans.
“Let’s make a fucking schedule, some plans to see her again, spend time with her,” he stated.
“Slow down, last night might have been a mistake. She’s young, only twenty-five,” Flame said.
“Who the fuck cares. She’s gorgeous, sexy, charismatic and we spent the night holding her in our arms. I fucking slept the night through. Like a fucking baby,” he stated
firmly, knowing that all of them suffered from some aspects of PTSD and had sleep disorders.
“Holy fuck, me, too,” Slova said, as if just realizing it.
“God damn, we’re fucked,” Yani said, and they all just stared at one another.
* * * *
“Holy God! Holy God! Holy God!” she said into the mirror. She was shaking, panicking and then stopped and stared at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her breasts swollen, her eyes sparkled. She looked good, really good. Holy God it was them. She slept with them, like literally slept in her bed with Slova and Cast. Yani and Flame were there, too. Four older, oh God, so much older men. Jesus, she was out of her mind. She finally lost her marbles. That was the only explanation. “I mean seriously, Marianna? Twenty-five years old, they have to be close to forty, soldiers of SOJ, men who have not set roots in Repose, and only recently came here to help friends. Definitely not commitment material. Not that I’m looking for that. Am I? No, no, men cannot be trusted.”
She started to wash up. Her mind going into a thousand directions.
Flame was cooking in her kitchen. They were in her stupid little apartment over the hardware store. Oh God, they would think the worse. That she brought men home and fell asleep with them. Oh God, this is terrible.
She brushed her teeth, then brushed her hair, reapplied deodorant, some skin cream, then looked around the bathroom. Nothing to cover herself up with. Hell, they saw her in thong panties and a lace bra that barely covered her breasts. She awoke with Cast’s hand on her breast, his cock against her ass and Slova’s hand over her ass, her thigh over his thigh, wide open for them to touch her, arouse her, make her come, hell take her virginity. She could have lost her virginity last night and not even known it. What a waste that would have been. Holding out for nothing. That would be her luck. Waiting and waiting and when she finally lost it, she was unconscious from too much sex on the beach drinks. She gripped the counter and took several breaths. I need to calm down and handle this maturely. I can do this. They’re older, yes, and surely have had experiences like this before. This was nothing to them. She would be nothing but a potential fuck. She had to remember that. That’s why Slova and Cast kissed her. They were going to want to have sex after breakfast, now that they slept together. They would think she was easy. She had to be strong and sophisticated. Act like it was no big deal.
She took a deep breath, looked at her breasts in the mirror and could still feel Cast’s hand there cupping it. She liked waking up wedged between them. No. No, no, no. She shook her head. She wasn’t going to be a piece of ass. She was more than that. She could handle this.
She walked out of the bathroom to find Cast there. “I’m next, gorgeous,” he said, eyeing her over, making her nipples harden. He had put on his jeans. That was a good thing, but none of them were wearing shirts, and holy shit were they gorgeously built. Muscles upon muscles, tan skin, tattoos, and even scars. Holy Christ. She grabbed the first thing she could, a silk robe she would wear after baths, and put it on while Flame, Yani, and Slova watched her.
“Coffee?” Flame asked, eyes narrowed at her.
“I think I’ll make tea,” she said, and covered her throat, feeling the ache.
“Still hurts?” he asked as she filled the tea kettle with water.
“It will for a couple of days. I usually don’t sing for that many hours two nights in a row, and then talk so much afterward like I did with you guys,” she said, and then blushed and looked away, placed the kettle onto the stove, and started it up. She reached for the canister with her tea leaves in it and prepared the strainer and got things ready. Yani step closer, pressed up next to her, wrapping her up with one strong arm. He whispered into her ear as he lowered his mouth to her ear and she held onto his arm. Could feel his sexy muscles, sense his dominant personality and power. He was a fantasy and then some. She couldn’t deny this attraction, or the way she felt every sensation, including the feel of his large, warm palm against the silk of her robe and skin, it seemed to add to the effects of his touch and possessive hold.
“It was wonderful talking to you all night.” He pressed his lips to her neck and she closed her eyes, tilted to the left, giving him better access to her skin.
“Didn’t you like it, too?” he asked.
“Mmm,” she said, he chuckled.
“I hope you don’t freak out about this, baby. It was different, and we were complete gentlemen,” he said, reassuring her. He pulled back and she stood straight and turned around to face them.
She worried her bottom lip.
“I’m embarrassed. Nothing like this ever happened to me.”
Cast returned and Slova walked to the bathroom.
Flame stepped closer and reached up and stroked her cheek.
“Glad it was us, and not those guys who started hitting on you in the beginning of the night,” he said to her.
It was kind of an insult. Was he saying she would have wound up with them if Flame and his team weren’t there? She squinted at him. “I wouldn’t have drunk so much, and definitely not been comfortable with those men. If you recall I was pushing him away.”
He eyed her over. “You were being a bit reckless. Men take advantage of young women who are being that way,” he stated, not moving from in front of her.
“Reckless? I don’t think so. I was having fun with my friends and letting off some steam.”
“And if that guy, those guys grabbed you, forcibly kissed you, slipped something into your drink, then what?”
“Never would have happened. What do I look like, some teenager without a clue?” He raised his eyebrows up as if saying well you said it. She exhaled. “I was fine.”
“Because Slova and Yani made sure you were.”
“I’ll be sure to remember your seasoned advice the next time I venture out with friends, Dad,” she said to him, and he seemed to take the seasoned comment as an insult.
He stepped closer, grabbed her by the front of her robe and pulled her against him. He towered over her, especially since she was barefoot. His other arm wrapped around her waist, his hand over her ass, squeezing. “Maybe there won’t be a next time. Maybe we’ll take you off the market,” he stated.
She stared at his face, at the seriousness in his tone, and could see his team move closer too now. The sound of the whistle on her kettle went off, and Slova, who returned from the bathroom, turned off the stove.
“I’m not going to be a piece of ass to you and your team just because you made sure I didn’t wind up in another man’s bed,” she snapped at him. His face turned red and she knew she pissed him off. She didn’t know why she was saying these things to him, asking for him to make some sort of concrete declaration or something, so she wouldn’t feel like last night was a nightmare she wouldn’t get over.
“A piece of ass? Definitely not just a piece of ass.” He kissed her.
Just like that, Flame covered her mouth and kissed her, while he squeezed her ass hard and then turned and pressed her against the table. His hands went under her robe to her panties. He shoved them down and she panicked, but then moaned as his fingers found her clit then shoved up into her pussy. He moaned into her mouth and then lifted her with one arm, lowered her to the table and thrust his fingers into her cunt. She gasped, lifted her mouth to continue to kiss him as he pulled his mouth from her lips, suckled her neck and stroked. She came, moaning, crying out.
“Holy fuck,” Slovan said. They gathered around her, hands pressed the straps of her bra to the side and exposed her full, needy breasts.
“You deserve to be laid on a bed of roses and catered to, not fucked,” Flame stated to her in an angry tone, and then lowered down her body, tugged her nipple, then licked down her belly to where his fingers continued to stroke her cunt. He pulled his fingers out as Slova and Yani cupped her breasts on either side, and then suckled on the tips. Cast pulled her arms up above her head as he stood behind her, restraining her and she cried out another release. “Oh God. Oh!” she e
xclaimed, and then Flame replaced fingers with his mouth and tongue and feasted on her.
“Flame!” she cried out, thrusting her hips upward, but then Cast covered her mouth and kissed her from behind. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her, and like a well-oiled machine, one unit, one team, they shifted positions. Now Cast’s fingers stroked into her cunt and then his mouth feasted on her. As she came in tiny spurts of pleasure, they complimented her taste. “You’re delicious, baby, and this is not about sex, but so much more,” Flame said to her.
She moaned and Yani released her lips and Flame kissed her. “Taste yourself. How delicious your cream is,” he said, and then plunged his tongue into her mouth. Cast moved away from her cunt and Slova was there next.
He tapped her pussy, spanked it. She lifted her hips and moaned into Flame’s mouth.
“That’s right baby, you never had lovers like us before. Not ever,” he said, and then nipped her clit as he plunged his tongue into her pussy, swirling, nipping, tugging on it, making it swell and causing tiny vibrations to erupt deep within her. Yani tugged on her nipple and then Flame released her lips and brought her hands back to his cock to stroke it. She gasped. “Oh God!”
“This is how hard you have me,” he told her, and then Yani was taking Slovan’s place and fingering her cunt, curling his finger and making her orgasm again. “I can’t take it. Oh please. Please,” she said, and then felt Yani’s tongue slide over her asshole, and then a moment later a finger slid into her ass and he was pumping fingers into both holes.
“Ohhhhh!” She moaned out, her voice leaving completely as she lifted her torso up and then hit her ass and back down hard onto the table.
“Holy shit!” Slova said, and then Yani pulled fingers from her ass and cunt, lifted her up into his arms, and hugged her to him.
Her thighs were shaking as she clung to him and panted for breath.
“Never. That was a complete first for me. Oh God, this can’t be real. Oh God,” she said, and then the sound of her cell phone ringing and ringing couldn’t be ignored. It was an alert to get back to reality. This was a mistake. It had to be.
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