Soldiers of Pearl 5: Give Love a Chance (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

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  Kyle felt Cynthia shaking in his arms. He looked at her ripped tank top, and she cringed as if she were in pain.

  “Are you hurt?” he asked her, and she looked as if she was ready to cry, or maybe she was in shock. He wasn’t certain.

  “Put me down, Karl. Please.”

  He scrunched his eyebrows together. “No. I’m not letting you go. We’re bringing you home. We’re going to have a long talk about things. This shit can’t ever happen again.”

  “It would be better to let me down,” she said to him.

  “Don’t fight us on this. We’re pissed off, and you’re going to listen to us. You’re done here, Cynthia,” Merlin yelled as he pointed at her then got into the truck. He opened his arms, and Kyle passed her up to him.

  When she moaned and sat forward, Karl saw the cut on her lower back. It was all scraped up.

  “Damn it. She’s bleeding and hurt on her back.” Karl caressed her arm. With her top ripped, her breast was falling from it, and she was trying to keep it up but sitting forward.

  “It’s not a long ride back. When we get you home, we’ll be sure to look you over thoroughly.” He got in next to her. He glanced in the back seat toward Merlin and Dugen as Perkins got in the driver’s seat.

  Karl ran his hand along his jaw and exhaled. That fat fucking bastard could have raped her right there in the parking lot by the entrance. What if they had left? What if they hadn’t come there at all and waited until tomorrow? His heart was racing, and he slammed his hand down on the dashboard.

  Cynthia jumped and leaned closer to Perkins.

  “You’re never going back there. Do you have any idea how close you came to getting sexually assaulted? What if we hadn’t come there to watch over you tonight? What if we didn’t care enough to be concerned over you and had waited until tomorrow to discuss this job? Then what?”

  She turned her face away from him, and he heard her sniffling. He’d made her cry. Goddamn it, he wasn’t good at this shit.

  He touched her hair. He caressed it as Perkins drove.

  “I’m sorry baby. I…you scared the hell out of me. When I saw that asshole grab you and kiss you then knock you down onto the ground like a rag doll, I saw fucking red.”

  She glanced up at him, appearing so fragile and delicate to Karl. He didn’t know if he could be gentle with her. He didn’t know if he could go slow and take his time. He wanted her so desperately he ached, yet he also feared the power, the affect she had on him, and they weren’t even lovers.

  “I’m sorry, Karl.” She sniffled again as tears rolled down her cheeks. “I wasn’t very smart. I was tired, and I was not really paying attention to my surroundings.” She sniffled again.

  “I appreciate you looking out for me. I guess you being guardians to me just got me out of a very bad situation.”

  She cried a little harder, and his gut reacted. Why did it seem as if there was more to that comment? He glanced at the others and saw their expressions firm and on edge. Hell, he felt their upset. They’d all known one another long enough that they could even finish each other’s sentences and understand the others’ thought processes. He knew that was why they hadn’t stopped him from raising his voice and stating his anger. What they’d all seen had upset them greatly.

  “Changes are needed, Cynthia. We’ll talk about it all later.”

  * * * *

  Cynthia was shaking as she walked into the men’s home, all four of them surrounding her. Her lower back and tailbone ached, and her elbow and hand were scraped up, too.

  She held the strap to her bra and tank top up with one hand and tried to use her other hand to pull the black skirt lower. But it was no use. It was short and tight, and by their expressions, the men didn’t like it.

  She watched Dugen walk by and head out of the room. He hadn’t said a word to her. She swallowed hard. When hands landed gently on her hips from behind, she closed her eyes and took a sharp breath.

  “Easy. I’m just going to take a look and see the damage.” Perkins told her, and then Merlin approached in front of her. She locked gazes with his green eyes as she tilted her head back nearly to her shoulders. He was so tall and big. All four of them were.

  He gently caressed her chin. But when his thumb caressed her lower lip, she felt the ache.

  “They’re a little swollen. Probably from him forcibly kissing you,” Merlin said straight-faced. Then he looked as if he was biting the inside of his cheek as it caved in slightly. She closed her eyes, blinking a tear away.

  It was disgusting the way it had happened and how she’d felt as Derek forced her lips open and plunged his tongue inside. She hugged herself, wishing the memory, the feel of it all away. When firm, gentle lips pressed against hers, she gasped. Her eyes opened as Merlin pulled slightly back.

  “We’ll take away his touch. We’re here for you, Cynthia, whether you’re ready to accept that, accept us, or not.”

  She didn’t know what to say when she felt Perkins’s hands lifting her shirt and then heard him curse.

  “I need that first aid kit,” Perkins stated. His deep, hard voice vibrated against her back, making her tighten and shiver. The warmth of his breath did something to her skin, to her body. She stood perfectly still as Karl walked into her line of sight carrying a T-shirt. Then Dugen walked back into the room with a first aid kit.

  “I got it right here.”

  Dugen’s firm, hard voice made her swallow hard. She watched him walk closer with the kit, and his blond hair and green eyes and that distant, dark look made her turn away. He intimidated her yet affected her just like the others.

  Merlin clutched her chin. “Let’s get rid of this ripped tank top and see the damage. Then you can put on this T-shirt Karl got for you.”

  She suddenly felt very exposed and feared their experience, their expectations of what they thought might happen tonight. She had never been intimate with a man, never mind men. She needed to process what was happening here. She needed to put on the brakes and gain some control, even though she felt stupid. She had been foolish to think that a woman like her could handle a place like Delia’s. Could handle men like Derek That wasn’t her personality at all. She was desperate and only going to get more desperate as the days went on and she didn’t make enough money.

  Perkins pressed gently against her back and whispered into her ear. “We’re not him. We won’t hurt you. Let us take care of you. Let us show you how important you are to us.”

  He slowly lifted the hem of her tight tank top, and she hesitated slightly.

  “Close your eyes,” she said to Dugen, Merlin, and Karl as they stared as if waiting to get a glimpse.

  “Absolutely not. You’re going to be our woman. We’re giving you time to accept it,” Karl said to her.

  “But I don’t make it a habit of walking around in only a bra in a room filled with men.”

  Perkins kissed her shoulder. “Not just men. Your men. Arms up. That’s an order,” Perkins added in that deep, hard tone that not only scared her but turned her on and made her react without thinking.

  Her nipples hardened immediately. They all had to have seen. She raised her arms up, felt the ache as she closed her eyes, and then she heard their intakes of breath.

  As she lowered her arms, Karl took her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed her fingers and gave a soft smile while his eyes roamed over her breasts.

  “You’re so beautiful Cynthia. You don’t deserve to be injured or to feel pain,” he said as Merlin watched her. She felt Perkins touch her skin, and then Dugen placed the first aid kit onto the table so they all could reach it. They worked together.

  Perkins and Merlin applied ointment to the scratches on her back as Dugen cleaned out the cut on her elbow and then applied ointment and a bandage. She was so aroused and on fire she could hardly breathe. Their hands were so big and hard. She felt the calluses, the firm, thick fingers gently stroking her skin. She felt feverish, desperate for more of their tou
ch as she closed her eyes and willed the desire to let go and give in away.

  She’d always feared that about them and their capabilities. But right now they were gentle and sweet, caring and controlled. They smelled so good, like cologne, soap, manliness, and outdoors. It made her see them in a different light. Different than the biker Marines who were so tough, so hard they spoke more often in growls than words.

  She swallowed hard and felt her bra lowering on the side where the strap was broken. She couldn’t move because they were holding her arms and tending to her cuts and scratches. Then she felt Perkins’s hand caressed along her waist.

  “Merlin is going to lower you skirt just so I can apply ointment lower,” Perkins said in that same forceful, commanding tone that was all him.

  His fingers brushed along her hipbones, and she shivered, totally aroused at the way he held her so possessively. She started hoping that they liked her body, that they didn’t think her extra large breasts were too big for her small frame, that her ass, which she thought stuck out too much and was too round, wasn’t a turn-off to them. She wondered about her belly piercing and, of course, the tiny daisy tattoo by her bikini line that hurt like a son of a bitch when she got it last year. Would these rough, tough, gigantic men think it was girly and silly?

  She panicked, stopping Perkins’s hands from moving on her hips.

  “I can get it later at home. It’s okay.” She heard her voice shaking. They did that to her. They had every fiber in her body on alert, aroused, and unaware of what might happen next.

  “No. Let him do it here,” Karl said, and she glanced at him as he released her hand and reached up to push her strap back up so her breast wouldn’t slip from the material.

  She held Karl’s gaze as Merlin released her other hand and then unclipped the button on her skirt. As he slowly lowered it, she grabbed a hold of it, pressing the material against her so it wouldn’t come down all the way.

  She heard the multiple releases of breath and then felt Perkins’s hands on her hips. Then she felt his thumbs caress along her ass cheeks and right to the string of her thong panties.

  Back and forth he caressed her there, nearly to the crack of her ass. Her anus clenched, and her pussy throbbed.

  “Sweet Jesus, woman,” Perkins whispered.

  “Is it bad?” she asked him, snapping from her thoughts and the desires now running through her mind and her body, as she referred to the scratch and cut. She felt exposed, vulnerable, shy, and breathless all at once.

  “I think he’s referring to your sexy ass, not the cut and scratch.” Dugen’s voice, low and deep, had her stepping from Perkins’s hold.

  But Merlin gripped her hips as Perkins stepped forward, and she was sandwiched between them.

  Cynthia gasped right before Merlin reached up, cupped her hair and head, and kissed her.

  She was shocked, overwhelmed with emotions as he deepened the kiss and Perkins pressed against her ass. She caressed her palms up Merlin’s chest as he delved his tongue deeper, making her moan, and she felt her skirt fall to the floor.

  She was in tune to just about every movement and emotion surrounding her. She felt the four large men towering over her like a protective field. They were one unit, one team, descending upon her and feeling precisely what she was feeling. Her heart raced, but Merlin’s kisses grew deeper as he delved his tongue farther into her mouth, pulling a moan from her and making her hips move against him.

  Perkins used his hands to caress along her hips. Those firm, hard hands pressed against her hipbones, making her push back against him. She felt his erection and pulled forward.

  They felt so huge, and the fact that two men touched her simultaneously while another two men watched made her cream herself. It was in that moment that Merlin slowed the kiss down, and Perkins pulled her hips gently back then pressed his fingers and palm into her panties. She gasped as he pressed a digit up into her cunt, shocking her.

  “Perkins.” She called out his name and grabbed his hand and wrist as he thrust and stroked faster.

  She felt her breast exposed as the torn material was removed and, glancing to the left, locked gazes with Karl, who licked his lips and watched her with hungry eyes. Her pussy clenched around Perkins’s fingers, and she gasped at the sensations, the need to come.

  “So fucking hot and wet. I bet you taste so sweet, Cynthia. So fucking sweet,” Perkins whispered in her ear then suckled a sensitive spot on her neck.

  “I want to see her come. Make her come, Perkins. Make our woman let go and trust us,” Karl said. She looked at him with hooded eyes as Perkins continued to thrust his fingers into her pussy.

  “You’re gorgeous and so damn sexy. I need a taste, too.” Karl cupped her cheeks, leaned closer, and kissed her deeply.

  She didn’t know who to touch and what to do with her hands. But then she felt her strap lower on the other side, and someone blew warm breath against her nipple right before he suckled it into his mouth. She felt her pussy explode.

  “Oh fuck, she’s coming. Cynthia, your body knows that it belongs to us. Let go, honey,” Perkins told her.

  “I need a taste,” Merlin said and then lowered down in front of her.

  She knew that Dugen was the one feasting on her breasts. He tugged on her nipple, suckled more of her breast into his mouth, and then tugged again. He was drawing more and more from her body, and she wanted to feel like this forever.

  “Touch me. Feel what you do to me,” Dugen told her after he released her breasts.

  He pushed her hand over his crotch, and she felt how thick and hard his cock was. She panicked, pulled back from Karl’s kiss, and moaned again, and then she gasped as Merlin lifted her leg over his shoulder as Perkins pulled his fingers from her pussy. She wanted to protest and also release a sigh of relief that they would give her body a reprieve, but that didn’t happen. Merlin’s tongue struck her pussy lips then nipped her clit. She gasped as she pressed forward against Dugen’s head, holding it to her bosom.

  “Merlin.” She cried out, and he delved in deeper, using fingers and his tongue to make her come once again. When she felt Perkins’s fingers stroke over her anus, she tightened her ass cheeks and cried out another moan.

  “She has a tattoo, and in a very interesting location,” Karl said, sounding angry.

  “Slow down. Slow down please. I can’t take this. We have to stop.” She begged and pleaded as Merlin pulled fingers and tongue from her pussy. He licked along her groin and against the daisy tattoo. “Love this tattoo. It’s delicate, sweet, just like our girl.”

  Then Merlin set her leg back down. There she stood naked except for the torn bra and breathing rapidly as four sets of sexy Marine eyes looked at her as though she were their midnight snack.

  * * * *

  Perkins knew things had gotten out of control quickly, but this was meant to be. The attraction, the energy between the five of them was magical. Dugen knelt down as Merlin stood up. He placed his hands on her hips, tilting his head up to look at her. Perkins saw the need, the hunger in Dugen’s eyes as he stared at Cynthia’s body. He leaned forward and softly kissed her belly where her piercing was. Perkins’s dick grew harder as he pressed it against her bare ass. He watched Dugen kiss her pussy lips then slowly lift her thigh up and over his shoulder.

  She gasped and leaned back.

  “Dugen?” she whispered.

  “I need you. You’ve made me wait so long.” He licked along her groin then a little higher over the tattoo then made his way up to her lips.

  “He’s waited just like we have. We’ve been so patient, Cynthia. Don’t be scared. Whatever is going on or making you hold back, let it go. Let it go, and we’ll take care of you,” Perkins whispered to her. She moaned, and he knew that Dugen was stroking her cunt, drawing out more of her juices and making her see how good this was between them.

  She started rocking her hips and pressing forward then back.

  Dugen was suckling her hard, and by the sounds he was makin
g, their baby was coming like a faucet. She tilted her head way back to look up at him.

  “This is real. This is meant to be,” Perkins said and kissed her lips.

  Karl cupped her breast. He tweaked a nipple as Merlin moved to the other side and licked along her other breast, delving his tongue into the cup of her bra. But she was so well-endowed, her breast was pouring from the top.

  “I could feast on you for hours,” Dugen said very seriously and then kissed her pussy, her belly, then her cleavage before he kissed her lips and pulled her into his arms.

  Perkins watched Dugen’s large hands cover her ass cheeks and press her harder against his body. It made him feel aroused and protective, and then he thought about the big guy at the bar tonight. Cynthia was no match for a man that size. It angered him all over again and made him take a moment to breathe through the fear that obviously still lingered.

  Dugen caressed her cheeks and held her gaze. “So sweet and sexy.”

  Perkins winked at Dugen, and Dugen stepped back. Karl and Merlin stood right beside him as Perkins gripped her hips and turned her around in his arms and looked at her. She looked like a woman well loved. Her cheeks were flush, her pupils slightly dilated, and she gripped onto his forearms until her bra gave way and came completely undone. She grabbed it to hold to her chest, but then blinked as the T-shirt was placed over her head. Kyle and Merlin helped her.

  Her bra and skirt sat on the floor in the middle of the kitchen. Perkins took her hand and led her to the living room. Before she could pull away and sit, he pulled her onto his lap, and she tried pulling down the T-shirt. She was so modest and shy even after what they shared in the kitchen. He ran his hands along her thigh and held her gaze.