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

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

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  Perkins looked at her and eased his palm along her bare belly.

  “Get over here,” he said firmly, and she came to him with a look of uncertainty in her eyes. He knew he sounded firm and controlling, but that was him. Plus, Cynthia made him feel wild and needy. He worried about her so much, and having her here in their bed was an amazing feeling.

  “I’m so glad you’re here, that you made love, and that you’re ready to start this relationship.”

  She leaned up and kissed him on his chin and then his lips. He caressed her ass and glided a finger along the crack then back up before giving her ass cheek a light smack.

  “You’re a petite little thing, and you have the sexiest ass I think I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He gave it a squeeze, pulling her higher up his body.

  “Really?” she asked, sounding as though she didn’t believe him.

  He ran both hands along her ass, pulling her on top of him and making her straddle him.

  “Yes really. You don’t believe me?” he asked.

  She ran her hands along his chest, and she scrunched her eyes together, trying to hide the ache she felt. “I think you’re just saying that.”

  He got serious as he held her hips. “You are in pain. Don’t you lie to me or hide it. I’ll get pissed if you hide things from me. You’ll wind up with a sore, pink ass if you do.”

  Her eyes widened, and she looked away from him. “I am achy, but the bath will help.”

  “All set. Come on, and I’ll help you get in there,” Merlin said as he entered the bedroom from the bathroom.

  “I can walk.” She eased off of Perkins. When she went to stand, she hissed a moment, and Perkins sat up and stood while Merlin lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom.

  Perkins ran his fingers through his hair. Had they been too rough? Maybe they shouldn’t have taken her together last night.

  He followed Merlin into the bathroom, stepping into his jeans before going all the way inside.

  Merlin had set the Jacuzzi tub up, and it smelled like their body wash.

  “I didn’t have any bubbles, but we’ll buy some things for you. I had to use our body wash.”

  She smiled. “I love it.”

  “You do?” Perkins asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you just saying that?” he asked.

  “Are we back to that again? I like it because it smells like all of you,” she said, and he closed his mouth. He hadn’t expected that. It thrilled him.

  “I’ll go take a shower then come back so you can hop in next while Cynthia soaks.”

  Merlin nodded and helped her into the tub.

  “You can leave me. I’ll be okay.”

  “Remember, baby, you’re our responsibility now. How can we watch over you and take care of you if we’re not with you?” He kissed her forehead, and she eased down into the bubbly water.

  “I’ll be quick,” Perkins said and left them.

  Perkins headed down the hallway to his room. He stopped when he saw Dugen heading toward him, his hair wet and a tired expression on his face. He was immediately concerned.

  “Hey, you okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah, just tired,” Dugan said in a grumpy tone. “Did you get the call and text from Wyatt?”

  “I don’t even know where my phone is.”

  Dugen nodded. “You probably left it downstairs last night. He got a call from the sheriff in Croton. They heard about what happened at Delia’s. Wyatt has concerns and questions.”

  “I’ll give him a call when I finish with the shower.”

  Dugen nodded and was going to pass him by. Perkins stopped him by touching his arm. He jerked around. Dugen was definitely on edge.

  “Hey, you sure things are okay?”

  Dugen took a deep breath and released it. He looked around them as if checking to make sure no one would hear.

  “Karl and I don’t know if we can do this.”

  “Don’t know if you can do what?” Perkins asked.

  “Be the type of men she needs.”

  “Of course you can be. That was proven last night with how powerful and connected we all were with Cynthia. She completes this team. It’s what we talked about and felt would happen. What’s the deal?” Perkins pushed.

  Dugen took a deep breath and then released it. “You heard her last night. Her father was in the Army, suffered from PTSD, and was abusive, rough with her. Hell, he broke her arm probably having a flashback.”

  “Hold it right there. You’re not comparing yourselves, you and Karl, to her father, to Michael, are you?”

  “It’s not so far-fetched, and you know it. We could break one day and not even have control. What if we hurt her? What if I’m lost in thought and she approaches me from behind and I do something crazy? You guys know not to approach Karl and me when we’re alone. You can read the signs.”

  “You’re panicking for no reason. She works at the clinic, and she deals with intense cases of PTSD. I’m certain if you let her know your concerns then she’ll take precautions to make you feel better. But, man, you and Karl are fine. You haven’t had any indication of episodes in months. It will work out. She’s meant to be ours. She completes us. Can you really stand here and tell me that you and Karl don’t feel she’s worth it?”

  “She’s special in so many ways. We’re just worried about her. I know we all made love last night, and things seem positive, but there’s this feeling inside like she’s holding back. Or maybe it’s me holding back, and I’m making excuses. I don’t know.”

  Perkins clutched Dugen’s shoulder.

  “Hey, it’s normal to be worried and fear that it’s not as perfect as it seems. But with time, with spending time with her, it will get better, and that insecure feeling will go away. Now, can you get Karl and start on breakfast? I’m going to shower, call Wyatt, and by that time, Cynthia will be done soaking and feeling better.”

  “Was something wrong?” he asked.

  “She was just sore. It’s expected. She was a virgin, and four men three times her size made love to her, together. Plus, you saw her take that fall yesterday. She’s all bruised up on her back. I’m sure that added to the aches. Just have some ibuprofen ready for her to take. I’ll meet you all downstairs.”

  Dugen nodded, but Perkins couldn’t help but think he was even more upset now. Cynthia was petite compared to them, and they didn’t want to do anything that could hurt her. But she was strong, too, and seemed to handle their lovemaking just fine. He smiled. She was finally theirs. They had so much to talk about, like when she would be moving in with them and how they could help her take care of the financial issues that had her looking for another job in the first place and landing her in trouble last night.

  He shook the bad memories from his head and grabbed his clothes then started the shower. A terrible evening had turned into a positive direction for their future. Nothing was going to ruin it.

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  Cynthia had finally gotten Merlin to go take a shower while she soaked in the tub. The water had soothed her aching muscles, especially the ones she’d never used before. She couldn’t help but smile and feel giddy. She’d lost her virginity last night and not with one man but four. Four very large, intimidating, hard men who had showed her so much compassion and tenderness it shocked her and made her feel special.

  She got out with no problem, climbing out of the custom-made tub and onto the steps that led down to the stone flooring. It was rustic and yet classy. She took the big fluffy black towel and wrapped herself in it. The towel was so big she was lost within it. Just like her men. She smiled and felt butterflies in her belly. Her men? How instant and natural it came to mind.

  She wiped herself dry and felt the bruising along her lower back. She thought about the man who’d attacked her and how he had stuffed one-hundred-dollar bills in her strap last night and how she’d accepted that. She had been focusing and making money to pay off Michael’s debt and look where it alm
ost got her.

  She felt the tears reach her eyes, and she shivered, thinking that, if she didn’t make that money somehow, Raul could really send Dot or even come himself and force her to go with him. She felt sick, panicked as she held the towel to the front of her chest and hung her head. Why was this happening to her? How would she get out of this without the men finding out? God, she’d made a mess of things. This should be a happy moment.

  “Cynthia?” She gasped and swung around to see Dugen standing there. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt that showed off his muscles and he was barefoot.

  “Oh God, you scared me.”

  “I didn’t mean to. I said your name several times, but you were daydreaming and looking upset. What’s wrong?” he asked, stepping closer.

  She shyly turned her bare back and ass away from him and unsuccessfully attempted to use the towel to cover her body, but then he was too close.

  He licked his lower lip. “What were you thinking about?”

  “Nothing,” she replied too quickly. He squinted at her as if not believing her.

  “I was looking at the bruises and remembering last night.” She looked away from him.

  He stepped closer and placed his hand on her hip and one against her cheek, looking down at her. “He can’t hurt you. He won’t come near you ever again. I promise.”

  She held his gaze, and he held hers, just staring into her eyes.

  “Let me see the bruises. I can help with the cream.”

  “You don’t have to—”

  He raised one of his eyebrows up at her, and she stopped talking. She gave a small smile and then turned around slowly.

  She felt Dugen’s hands on her hips, and then he caressed her sides and over her ass then back up to her hips. She closed her eyes and held on to the counter in the bathroom as his lips pressed against her shoulders then her back.

  “Oh, I think Merlin said the ointment is in the drawer,” she whispered in a shaky voice.

  He turned her around. The towel fell against the counter and over the sink, and he cupped her breasts.

  “In a minute. You’re too beautiful not to explore.”

  He leaned forward and licked her nipple then suckled some of her breast into his mouth. She felt her pussy cream and throb, and then he lifted her up and placed her ass on the counter on top of the fluffy towel.

  “Good morning, baby,” he said and cupped her cheeks and kissed her.

  She held on to his forearms and reciprocated the kiss. Then he pressed against her, and she ran her hands up under his shirt then to his jeans. She didn’t think twice. She wanted him. Wanted to feel Dugen inside of her, loving her, protecting her. She pushed open the zipper and pressed his jeans down. Dugen released her lips and began to suckle her neck and then her breast again. She helped him with his pants. He wore no underwear. Her heart hammered in her chest as she reached for his cock and stroked him.

  “Damn, baby, your hand feels so good, but my cock is so hard for your pussy right now. Are you too sore?”

  She shook her head.

  “Good.”

  He shoved his pants down, spread her thighs, and then lowered to take a taste of her cream. She grabbed a hold of his blond hair and gripped it as he suckled her clit, rolled his tongue between her pussy lips, then plunged it in and out of her cunt. She was panting, moaning when he pulled back, stood up, and pulled her legs against him, entering her in one smooth stroke.

  They both moaned, and she hugged his waist, her face against his chest as she got used to the quick invasion.

  He grabbed her hips and began to stroke into her as he held her gaze.

  “I’ll never hurt you. I care about you so much already, baby. You feel so fucking good. It’s heaven inside of you. It’s magical.”

  He began to thrust into her faster and faster. She raised her legs higher against his side, and he lowered her slightly, penetrating her deeper as his cock scraped against her inner muscles, bringing her to orgasm.

  “Dugen. Oh God, Dugen.” When she said his name, he growled as he pumped his hips faster. Then he kissed her deeply as he rocked his hips and climaxed.

  He was still thrusting slowly as he devoured her moans and then released her lips and kissed along her throat and her neck.

  “So fucking good. I’ll never get enough of you.”

  “I’ll never get enough of you either,” she said, and he smirked then slowly pulled from her body.

  “Now about that ointment,” he said and then walked over to the other counter.

  She used the towel to wash up, and then he returned and kissed along her shoulders, her back, and each ass cheek before he applied the ointment to her lower back.

  “Oh, my clothes from last night are in the bedroom.”

  “You won’t need those.”

  She turned to see Karl standing there holding another T-shirt and nothing else.

  “I think I’ll need my skirt and my panties.”

  “No panties. We ripped them last night, remember?” he teased and winked as he approached. Dugen already had his pants on and was coming back with the ointment.

  “I’ll get that for her,” Karl said, and Dugen caressed her cheek.

  “I’ll meet you downstairs for breakfast.” He winked, and she smiled.

  Before Dugen made it out of the bedroom, he heard Cynthia gasp and then moan. “Oh God Karl, you surprised me.”

  He smiled to himself. Could this actually work? Could they be a family and have children, live normal lives? It felt a bit more promising, but he still had that sensation of concern. What the hell was it that was bothering him?

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  The sight of her naked body and hearing her moan and call out Dugen’s name had Karl all riled up. He gave them some space, but now it was his turn to explore their woman’s body. As he turned her around, he spread her thighs and then lowered, licking her anus and then pressing his fingers to her cunt. She gasped and told him how he surprised her.

  “I’m filled with surprises. Like this one right here.” He shoved his pants down and pressed the tip of his cock to her pussy from behind.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Take me, Karl. I want to feel you inside of me.”

  That was all it took.

  He stroked into her pussy from behind and absorbed her body, the curves, the way she gripped the counter, and how her breasts shook and her ass looked so perfect. He couldn’t resist squeezing it and spreading the ass cheeks then stroking his cock slower into her pussy as he rubbed along the crack of her ass.

  “Oh God.” She moaned, and he couldn’t hold off. He thrust and thrust then called out her name, coming inside of her.

  He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her then kissed along her neck and shoulder.

  “You’re perfect, baby. You’re mine.”

  Chapter 5

  Perkins listened to Wyatt over the phone explaining his concern over them being Cynthia’s guardians and whether they were in this fully. He, in return, hinted at the progress they’d made with Cynthia last night, and then they discussed some details.

  “So you think she was looking to take another job to pay the mortgage she didn’t know still existed?” Wyatt asked.

  “We believe so. She knows Michael was suffering and doing something to ease the effects of his PTSD, but I don’t know if she realizes how addicted he was.”

  “She knows he was using when he had that accident. I still don’t think she needs to know about the drugs we found on the motorcycle. I think we can assume he borrowed money against the mortgage to support his habit and not to sell.”

  “I guess it really doesn’t matter anyway. We’ll take care of Cynthia. We’ll work on gaining her full trust and helping with the finances.”

  “Good. Is she willing to press charges against that guy who assaulted her last night?”

  Perkins bit the inside of his cheek. “I have to ask her. We think she should.”

  “Well, let me know. I’ll take care of the
details. Oh, and by the way, tell Merlin the guy he knocked out had an outstanding warrant for his arrest. He was wanted in New Orleans. So thank him.”

  “Will do.” he said and disconnected the call.

  He told the team about the conversation and Wyatt’s recommendation concerning the man at the bar.

  “She should press charges against that asshole,” Merlin said.

  “What about the drugs? Do you think Michael extended the loan for cash?” Dugen asked.

  “It makes sense. We need to ask Cynthia how much it is and take care of it,” Perkins said to them.

  Dugen released a sigh and played with his glass of iced tea. “That is not going to go over well.”

  The others agreed, and then Karl and Cynthia walked into the room.

  She looked so damn sexy wearing only a T-shirt, and her hair was damp. She brought it to one side and shyly looked at them.

  “I need clothes so I can head home.”

  Perkins’s gut clenched. He didn’t want her to leave. None of them did. They needed to talk, to get comfortable.

  “No rush, doll. It’s Saturday. Let’s have something to eat and then maybe walk outside. We can show you around the property,” Perkins suggested. He licked his lower lip as he watched her slowly move farther into the kitchen. Karl had his hands on her shoulders.

  “That’s a great idea. Come sit down here, and we’ll get the food,” Karl said, and then Dugen and Merlin uncovered the eggs and bacon they’d made.

  Perkins watched Cynthia sit down in the chair, cross her legs all ladylike, and then place her hands on her lap. She looked all proper and classy, especially when she took a paper napkin and placed it on her lap as Dugen lifted a plate, filled it with bacon, eggs, and toast, and then placed it in front of her.

  When Perkins looked at her, he had carnal thoughts. He wanted to pull off that T-shirt and feast on her luscious breasts and make her come again and again. He wanted to imprint himself on her body and keep her close, safe, happy forever. It was overwhelming. Especially since she knew this was brand spanking new and that she wanted to leave. She would need space, some time to adjust. How the hell was he going to let her out of his sight?