The Battlefield Series 6: The Ties That Bind Us (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Never. Oh God. Never, Marco.”

  “Fuck,” he exclaimed and aligned his cock with her pussy, and slid into her channel.

  He gripped her hips and thrust into her fast and deep. She grunted and thrust upward against his strokes.

  “More, Marco. Oh yes, I need more,” she demanded.

  He pulled out and lifted her up and turned her over, and lowered her onto her belly.

  “Spread your legs. Offer me this ass and pussy.”

  Smack.

  Smack.

  He spanked her ass, and she cried out another release.

  “Holy shit, I can’t believe this. I never felt like this before. Never,” she said, and then he pressed fingers to her ass and slid them into her. “Marco,” she cried out and grabbed on to the couch cushion.

  “Ease those muscles and let me in. I’m going to claim this ass, woman, just like I claimed that pussy,” he told her, and she began to thrust slowly back against his fingers. When she reached under her to finger her cunt, he lost it.

  “This is incredible,” Leif said, and Marco saw all three of his brothers watching and coming closer.

  Marco eased his fingers out of her ass and replaced them with his cock. He pressed the bulbous head into her anus, and she exhaled as he kept nudging and nudging. Her fingers dipped deeper into her cunt, and he rocked his hips, guided her as he slipped the rest of the way into her ass.

  They both moaned together.

  He wrapped his arm around her waist and lay over her body. He suckled her neck with his dick deep in her back entrance.

  “You’re mine now. You belong to the four Lawson brothers, baby, no other men. Only us.” He felt carnal and wild with the need to claim her, but he wanted to be careful. He knew she hadn’t done this before. He started to move and stroke into her. She moaned and whimpered with pleasure.

  “I think she needs some help. Together, brothers,” Marco ordered.

  Kyran slipped off his boxers and slid in underneath her as Marco lifted her with a strong arm around her waist. She gripped on to Kyran and immediately moved her fingers and slid her cunt over his shaft.

  “Oh God. I feel so full. Too full,” she said.

  “Not too full. You’ll take more. We make this official today,” Mateo said and came around next to her and cupped her cheeks, kissed her on the mouth, then lowered her mouth to his cock. She knew what to do, and she hesitated with maybe a bit of fear or intimidation, but Marco eased his palm up and down her spine and her ass.

  “Suck his cock, baby. Make him your man. We belong to you just like you belong to us. Suck him down good,” Marco said and slid his cock out of her ass, then thrust back in. She opened her mouth, moaned, and took Mateo’s cock between her lips and began to feast on him.

  Together they made love to her, and Marco smacked her ass a few times before he called out her name and came. He slid out, and Leif was there to take his place. He took his time and slid his cock into her ass, and they all moved faster and faster. Marco oversaw it all. He caressed her back, encouraged her, too.

  “You look like some goddess. Our goddess all toned and sexy. You been hiding this body, baby, but not around us anymore. We own this body. This ass.” He gave her ass a slap, and Mateo grunted and came in her mouth.

  Kyran followed, and then as Mateo moved back, Lori cried out in orgasm and set Leif off as he thrust four more times, then came.

  She collapsed against Kyran’s chest. “Oh God, that was… that was crazy,” she said, and Kyran squeezed her against him and hugged her tight. The sight of his hands cupping her ass, and the exceptional body their woman had brought a small smile to Marco’s face. He still had an uneasy feeling though. Like this couldn’t be so perfect, and there were things to resolve, but nothing came instantly. Sometimes the best things took the longest and were worth the fight for.

  * * * *

  Lori was in shock still as she got out of the shower and dried herself off. Waiting on the bathroom counter was a T-shirt, one from the martial arts dojo and nothing else. She looked at herself in the mirror and was shocked at what she saw. Happiness, a glow to her cheeks, and a brightness in her eyes. It wasn’t just great sex. She was falling in love with them. Hell, she could love them right now if it weren’t so soon. Too damn soon. What had she done? They were possessive, dominant, older men.

  “Jesus.” She exhaled with her hand over her chest.

  Marco was so demanding and in charge, like some military leader, or the head of the family. He had to be the oldest. Shit, she knew nothing about them, really. Had they ever had a relationship like this before? Did they do this kind of thing often for practice? Was she just practice?

  The tears stung her eyes as the fear hit her heart.

  She pulled on the shirt and combed her hair out, then found a blow-dryer and dried it as much as she could. All the while she gave herself a pep talk about being strong and independent and not falling right into being their submissive little sex mate. Thinking they used her or that this wasn’t serious to them felt all wrong. Maybe they were just dominant men who were all leaders, not followers. She wasn’t a follower. Not anymore. She’d lost contact with most of her family for being a follower. She needed to call her parents. Maybe they could help her convince Evilly to leave Pylo? Probably not. Her dad still worked with Bragan’s father at the training facility in Dallas as far as she knew. It took him two years to understand why she couldn’t remain in Dallas where Bragan was.

  It had been too difficult to keep telling him to stay away. He was breaking her down, and she’d lost it. The last thing she’d expected was for her sister to wind up with one of his damn friends and get pregnant.

  Shit. Evilly was pregnant again. She prayed Pylo didn’t hurt her sister, Cara, or the baby. She felt sick.

  She needed to head home. She needed to get her head straight, work the weekend, and then go see her sister and take her to the doctor for a checkup. She wondered how she was going to explain this to the guys. They still didn’t seem like they trusted her or believed her about not having a boyfriend out of town. She also had to keep hold of her independence. She wasn’t going to be under anyone’s control. She needed her clothes. Hopefully, they would be dry by now.

  She headed out of the bathroom and could smell bacon cooking. They did say they were making breakfast. She was starving and a little sore. It had been two years since she’d had sex. Of course she decided to jump back into it with a ménage no less. Damn. It had been the most incredible time ever.

  She walked down the stairs, noting how large and beautiful their home was. It was so big and spacious. They definitely had money, that was for sure. She’d struggled for some time when she left home, but it was out of choice. She wouldn’t have dared called her parents and asked for help. God knew if Bragan found out he would have hunted her down and demanded she come back to him.

  She swallowed the bad memories away and walked into the kitchen.

  Mateo whistled low at the sight of her, and his brothers all looked toward her, giving her body the once-over.

  “That logo never looked better,” he said and walked toward her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. He slid his hand right under the shirt to her ass and squeezed. She reached back to push his hand down and away, feeling embarrassed as his brothers all saw her ass.

  “Honey, there’s no being shy around us. You’re ours now,” Marco said in that tone of his. She looked down as Mateo released her and took her hand.

  “Are you feeling okay? Not sore or anything?” he asked.

  “I’m good. Thank you,” she said, and she sat at the table. They started making her a plate of food, then helped themselves. Kyran winked at her as he sat across from her. Mateo and Marco sat on either side of her, and Leif sat next to Kyran.

  “So what’s the plan for the rest of the day?” Leif asked her.

  “Well, I’m off tonight. I need to go food shopping, and then I’m working Saturday night.”

  “So we can make some pl
ans then? Maybe dinner when we get out of the dojo?” Marco asked her.

  She finished chewing a piece of bacon. “Okay. Do you want to come to my place?”

  “We’ll cook for you here,” Leif said and gave her a wink.

  “What do you like to eat?” Mateo asked.

  “I’m fine with whatever you guys planned on having.”

  She took another bite and then felt the hand on her knee move up and down her thigh.

  She looked at Marco.

  “We want to get to know you. The best way to do that is to talk, spend time together, don’t you think?” Marco asked, but he stared at her like he was trying to read her mind.

  “Can I be honest?” she asked.

  “I thought you were being honest,” he said.

  “I am, it’s just that this is crazy. I mean the whole way all of it happened. I didn’t think I really wanted to be with anyone.”

  “It’s natural to be nervous about it. Starting any relationship is nerve-racking, but one like this is special,” Mateo said.

  “I realize that from watching my friends. It’s just that, well, I’m a very private person. I don’t share what’s going on in my life with anyone.”

  “Well, you’ll learn to trust us, just as we learn to trust you. We just ask that you don’t lie to us,” Marco said.

  “I expect the same thing from all of you, too,” she countered.

  “Then it will work out fine,” Kyran stated from across the table.

  “Okay, let’s just take things slow.”

  “Can I ask you something, Lori?” Leif asked.

  She nodded.

  “You said you’re not seeing anyone. These reservations you have, the need to go slow, and the whole keeping everything to yourself, is it because of a bad relationship?”

  She felt her cheeks go red instantly, and she took a deep breath and exhaled.

  “I’m not really ready to talk about it.”

  She felt Marco’s large hand slide farther up her thigh.

  “It would be good to understand any fears you have so we understand your position,” Leif pushed.

  “I think in time that’s a possibility. What I can tell you right now is sort of embarrassing, but maybe it will let you know a little more about who I am as a person, and as a woman who had a bad experience. I haven’t had sex in over two years. Not for fun, not for relief, not even when I had an opportunity with no strings attached. I didn’t want to. I wasn’t emotionally ready. I still thought I wasn’t ready,” she said and then looked at her lap and covered Marco’s hand with her own.

  “Then I met all of you. One after the other, with the same instant effect, and I freaked out. God, I was so rude to you guys.”

  “Yeah, you pretty much pretended to not hear us when we would say hello or ask you something at the bar,” Mateo said.

  Then they added a few stories and how she reacted to them. She shook her head and laughed, but then Marco stroked a finger along her pussy, and she tightened up and looked at him.

  “Now things are different. Now when you see us, your reaction will be different and so will ours,” he said. He nudged her thighs. “I shouldn’t have to say the words.”

  Sweet God almighty, the man had a way about him that made her pussy instantly wet and her ready for more.

  She uncrossed her legs and opened them. He leaned closer and stroked her pussy. Her lips parted.

  “Kiss me,” he said. She leaned closer and kissed him. When she released his lips, he spoke again.

  “Feed our woman, Mateo. She’s going to need the fuel for what I have planned for her after breakfast.” He stroked his fingers deeper, and she gasped.

  “Take a bite, baby.” Mateo held a forkful off eggs to her mouth, and she thought they were nuts. How could she eat when Marco was thrusting fingers into her pussy at the breakfast table?”

  “You’ll get used to how we take care of what’s ours,” Leif told her from across the table. She opened her mouth and chewed the food, then swallowed.

  “Do you like this, Lori? You like letting us have our way with you?” Kyran asked, and Marco slowed his fingers.

  “Yes. It’s nuts, but I do. I’m so wet.”

  “Good,” Kyran said and stood from the table. He and his brothers started clearing it, removing plates and platters, and then Marco pulled his fingers from her cunt then drew back her chair, making her gasp. He lifted her into his arms, and kissed her. Just as she started to moan and feel so needy and aroused, he released her lips, turned her around, and pressed her over the table.

  “Tell me you need me inside of you.”

  “I need you badly inside of me,” she said, feeling entirely turned on for a woman trying to hold back and remain in some sort of control.

  He squeezed her ass cheeks, pulled her hips back, and pressed her thighs apart. He shoved her shirt up and then gripped her shoulders and rocked his hips and hard cock against her rear.

  “You’re strong and sexy and have great back muscles, too. You work out hard to have this body, and it’s awesome.” He slid his palm along her ass, then up and down her thighs.

  He lowered to a squatting position, and she felt his tongue lap at her pussy and then slide up over her anus. Back and forth, he licked her, then her gaze locked on to Kyran’s.

  “You’re a sight, baby. A damn fucking sexy sight,” he said.

  “Here I come,” Marco told her and slid his cock right into her pussy. She gripped the table and gasped. He didn’t go slow. He seemed desperate to claim her body as many times as he could and mark her, make her remember the feel of him inside her. In her mind, things clicked. Like being his possession, their possession. If they all reacted this way to her, she might never walk normal again.

  “Oh,” she cried out when he thrust harder and deeper.

  “So good. So fucking tight and wet. We’re going to love you and this body all fucking day, baby. All day,” he said, and she cried out her release, and soon after Marco followed.

  He turned her around so fast her head spun, and he lifted her into his arms, hugged her tight, then kissed her deeply. Her heart was racing, and she felt his racing, too. She wasn’t the only one feeling so many emotions and feeling desperate. He was, too. They all were, and this was just the beginning.

  “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you, Lori. You’re so damn special.”

  It was overpowering and addicting, and she could see herself wanting more and more, and the idea suddenly warmed her heart and made her think of all the possibilities of happiness that could come from this. She just needed to ignore that nagging negative feeling, and take the chance on the Lawson men or lose the opportunity for love.

  Chapter 5

  Lori was talking to Amber outside the dojo. She had just finished up her workout and Amber was heading inside to begin hers.

  “So I hear congratulations is in order.”

  “Congratulations?”

  “Yeah, with the whole guardianship thing and the Lawson men. Antonia and Brooklyn are thrilled, never mind Cali.”

  “I’m supposed to visit her tomorrow morning.”

  “I saw her this morning, and she looks great. She’s all healed up.”

  “She sounded good today when we spoke over the phone.”

  “She’ll love seeing you. Well, I’d better get in there. I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Bye,” Lori said and then started to head toward the small convenience store down the block before she went home. When she got there, her cell phone buzzed, indicating a text message.

  She read the text and sighed. Her sister was confirming her need for a ride to the doctor even though she already planned on taking her. Pylo couldn’t take her. She texted back that she could do it and would be there by twelve. Then her sister texted that she needed their cousin Louie’s number. She knew instantly that Pylo wanted it. That was what this text message was about.

  She texted back the word no. Her sister begged her for it, and Lori got mad. She threw
up her hands and then pulled open the door to the refrigerator to get the drink, and when she felt the hand on her hip she turned and swung.

  Mateo ducked, and she stood there shocked, not only that she’d swung at him but that she’d been so lost in thought and angry that she didn’t even know he’d approached.

  Luckily she hadn’t struck him.

  “I’m so sorry, Mateo. I didn’t see you, and then I was opening the door, and I felt hands on me and—”

  He pulled her closer and kissed her. He continued to kiss her until she let the door close and she felt calm and clueless. When he released her lips, he smiled at her.

  “Now, why are you so angry?” he asked.

  She rolled her eyes and started walking toward the register to pay for the drink. She gave the man behind the counter the money and then got her change, said thank you, and they headed outside.

  “It was just a stupid text message.”

  “Who was it?” he asked and squinted at her as she looked away from him. She couldn’t lie to him, but she also couldn’t tell him about her sister. Not yet, because that would lead to her telling them about Bragan and her family ties she was bound to no matter how far away she lived or how secluded she made her life.

  He took her hand and held it as he kept one foot on the curb and one on the ground.

  “Who texted you?”

  “It was nothing. I’m sorry I almost hit you.”

  “Why can’t you just tell me who it was and why they upset you?” he asked, and she could see the tattoo along his neck, the one of the black panther looking ready to attack that extended to his shoulder and arm. It made him look additionally bad. Like that was even possible with all those muscles and the hard expression he had.

  “It was a text message. Someone asking me for a number I don’t have. Listen, it’s not a big deal, and I need to get going. I have to shower and get ready for work.”

  He licked his lower lip and held her gaze with his eyes squinted, and it made her feel guilty. She ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders and kissed him. When she pulled back, she pressed her forehead to his.