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

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Never too much. This body is ours,” Merlin said after he released her nipple and licked across it to soothe the ache his teeth caused.

  She had a moment’s reprieve and then felt the thick finger push into her ass. She shoved down against it.

  “Oh.” She cried out, coming again.

  She felt every nerve ending in her body react. The longer Karl stroked a finger into her ass, the deeper those vibrations went. Her pussy leaked like a faucet, and Karle pulled both fingers out of her body. She gasped, but then he lowered his mouth to her cunt and feasted on her all over again while Perkins and Merlin licked her breasts and used their palms to keep her thighs wide open. It was torture in the most amazing way. She’d never felt so needy, so in tune to them.

  Then Karl moved to the side, and Dugen took his place, licking, sucking her pussy then working lubricant into her ass. Like a feast on their kitchen island, she lay there as they had their way with her, and she didn’t care. She wanted these feelings to continue.

  “Dugen.” She cried out as he pressed his fingers into her ass, working them deeper, stroking her anus as he rubbed her clit. She was a complete mess of need and desire.

  “Do something, damn it. I can’t take it.” She practically growled at them as the four men tortured her, making her a complete wanton mess of horny woman. Her cunt ached with need, but so did her ass. She had lost all ability to stay calm and to allow them control.

  “Fuck me already. I can’t take it.”

  Their expressions darkened, and Dugen’s was shocking as he grinned mischievously and growled low, but before she could say a word, he pulled his fingers from her ass and replaced them with his thick, hard cock.

  “Oh!” She cried out and then shook and tightened as they all touched her, played with her clit, and nipped her breasts while Dugen fucked her ass.

  She rocked her hips, needing a cock in her pussy and even in her mouth. She reached out and pinched Perkin’s nipple and then grabbed Merlin’s hair and yanked him upward so she could kiss him.

  She lifted her hips higher as she plunged her tongue into Merlin’s mouth and they fought for control of the kiss.

  She felt every sensation and heard every sound, every moan. The feel of Merlin’s muscular, hard chest pressing against her overly sensitive nipples had her creaming again. Dugen was relentless in his strokes, and the sounds of thrusting and banging against the cabinets below the island as he stroked into her at record speed all drove her insane.

  “Cynthia!” Dugen growled out as he shoved balls deep and came inside of her ass.

  Merlin released her lips, and then Karl took his place. He started his feast on her body.

  “I knew you would be a wild lover,” he told her then kissed her.

  She felt the hands on her thighs then a thick cock at her pussy. A moment later as Karl plunged his tongue into her mouth, Perkins shoved his dick into her cunt. She moaned and thrust downward. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. The fact that they would fuck her like this one after the next was making her more and more desperate for cock.

  Karl released her lips and then ran his hand down her belly. He pressed against her clit as Perkins thrust his cock into her pussy.

  Her ass clenched with need, even though Dugen had just fucked her there.

  Merlin was on the other side, caressing one thigh open while Karl pressed her other thigh open. It made her feel so naughty and wild.

  “I love fucking this pussy, baby. I love that you’re spread out like a feast on our kitchen island and we get to fuck every hole and hear you scream for more. You’re made for us. You hear me, Cynthia? You’re made for us,” Perkins stated in that deep, raspy, commanding voice of his, which made her come once again.

  “Oh hell.” He thrust three more times and then came inside of her.

  He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. She closed her tender legs against his sides, but then he pulled back, and Merlin took his place.

  He gave her a wink and then reached over for something. She saw the tube of lube, and her ass clenched, and she gasped, her body shaking with desire.

  “I can’t wait to fuck that ass. Watching you in that skirt and pretty blouse, your tits bouncing as you ran to me earlier and threw yourself into my arms. Fuck, I need you.”

  “Yes, Merlin. Yes,” she said to him.

  He filled her ass with lube and worked his fingers in there good as Karl played with her pussy lips. He dipped a thick digit in and out of it, slower than the fast rhythm Merlin fingered her ass with.

  She rocked her hips up and down, and then Merlin pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his cock. He slowly pushed into her ass. She wanted him deeper, all the way in, but he took his time, holding the counter while Karl and Dugen held her thighs up and wide.

  She saw his cock push into her anus, deeper and deeper. Her chin was to her chest, and she absorbed everything about this moment. Her pussy glistened with cream, her men’s large hands looked so sexy against her skin, and they all had their eyes on her body, on Merlin’s cock just at it slipped all the way into her ass.

  “Oh God.” She moaned and lay back. She heard their moans, their deep breaths.

  “That’s fucking gorgeous. God, baby, you’re so special,” Dugen said and cupped her chin, caressed her cheek.

  She smiled at him and then gasped and cried out as Merlin pulled out and thrust back in. There was no more being calm. He stroked her ass relentlessly until she cried out again and again and Merlin came.

  He shook and shivered, and she felt her pussy throbbing with need. It was so insane.

  “Oh God,” she said, wondering how she would go on. She actually needed to come. She needed a cock in her pussy.

  But that worry that she would be left like this, so needy, quickly disappeared as Merlin pulled out of her ass and Karl took his pace.

  “I’ve got what you need. We’ll always take care of you, baby. Remember that.”

  A moment later his cock filled her cunt balls deep.

  She grabbed on to his shoulders as he kissed her deeply and fucked her pussy, banging against the cabinets below without a care but to satisfy her. She felt the tears leak from her eyes. She loved them. God damn it, she’d gone and fallen in love with them. She had to tell them about Raul and about the debt. She had to.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re so hot, so damn sexy. I loved watching you give over complete control to us. To me.” Karl lifted up and then ran his hands over her breasts, cupping them, massaging them and pinching the nipples.

  “You’re made for us.”

  “You’re made for me,” she said and countered his thrusts, making Karl squint his eyes and appear even more aroused at her confession. She felt so close to them—so connected—and the realization that she could not live without them filled her mind.

  He pulled her body farther off the counter so her ass and lower back were completely off as he fucked her. She gasped, placing her arms wide, trying to hold on. The combination of his deep thrusts into her body and the slight fear that she would fall had her screaming out her release. But Perkins and Dugen were there to hold her arms down and suckle her breasts while Karl had his wicked way with her and Merlin supported her back..

  She’d given over complete control to each of them tonight. She allowed them to have their way with her, and it felt amazing, invigorating as she chanted Karl on.

  “Harder. Harder, Karl, please,” she begged, and he thrust so hard, so deep that she lost her breath and came again just as he came.

  “Cynthia. Oh God, Cynthia. I love you,” he said.

  She locked gazes with him and then with the others as she and Karl calmed their breathing.

  They looked concerned and waited for her response.

  She reached out and touched Karl’s chest. His muscles and the perspiration across his body appealed to her inner goddess.

  “I love you, too. All of you,” she whispered as her eyes filled with tears and her heart filled with joy. She would love
them forever.

  Chapter 8

  Cynthia sat on the bench along the lake. Her thoughts were on her men and how wonderful of a night last night had been with them. She was so exhausted and well loved that she’d fallen asleep and slept until her alarm went off.

  She immediately regretted saying yes to going on this retreat. But the money was good, and if she was going to tell her men about Michael’s debt and Raul, she wanted to be able to contribute financially, and the three hundred would help, even a little. But how was she going to tell them? They were going to be insulted, upset with her for not telling them, and it made her feel so bad. Why was she fighting their love and not giving it a chance to be successful?

  She thought about the conversations that had gone on in the therapy sessions today. She got to listen to the soldiers talk about some of their fears and some of their reasoning behind the PTSD and anxiety they felt. She didn’t know why Michael hadn’t attended anything like this. It could have been so helpful. There were at least four men there who’d turned to prescription or illegal drugs to ease their anxiety and pain. They had gotten help. That was difference.

  She wiped the stray tear that fell from her eye. She’d cried enough for Michael. It had been out of her control. He was more like their father than she, and even him, had ever wanted to admit. Her dad would never seek help or counseling. That would mean they were weak. They’d faced enemy fire, hand-to-hand combat with men who wanted to kill them, and they’d survived. They couldn’t show weakness and ask a doctor or a therapist for help.

  She swallowed hard. She was in love with four soldiers. Men who suffered from some of the same things these men here suffered from on a daily basis. But the difference was that her men were surviving like these men were. One day at a time, one situation, anxiety attack, nightmare, or flashback at a time.

  She couldn’t wait to see them tonight. Just a couple more hours, and then she could tell them everything.

  “Cynthia?”

  She heard the deep voice and turned around to see Dean standing there. She couldn’t help but be a little fearful of him. He was kind of mean, a little strange as the nurses described him. He’d had a few moments where he’d lost control or gotten intense because of his PTSD.

  She smiled softly. She had never seen those sides of him, only his cold, dark stare or how he’d watched her silently and then disappeared from the waiting room.

  “Hi, Dean. What’s going on?” she asked him as he walked around the bench and then took a seat next to her.

  “I’m ready to head home,” he said, sounding tired and sad. She felt bad for him.

  “I know what you mean. It’s been a long day, and there were a lot of activities. Did you enjoy the day?”

  It was the kind of thing Dr. Chambers had told her to talk about while engaging in conversations with the men. She’d helped all day serving food, attending activities, and learning more about the men she saw on a regular basis at the clinic. It touched home and affected her in so many ways.

  “Not really. I guess the talking is okay,” he said, and she looked at him as he stared at her with those dark gray eyes that had an intimidating effect.

  “You’re dating Karl and Dugen and their team?” he asked, and she was half surprised but then relieved that he knew. If he was a little off, maybe that would keep him from trying something with her. The thought made her gut clench, and she believed he wouldn’t hurt her, that he was needy in his own ways.

  “Yes, just recently we started seeing one another.”

  He gave a soft smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

  “They’re good men. They’ll treat you right and protect you like you deserve.” He said it to her as if he knew her or her life, her struggles and maybe even those of Dugen and the team.

  “That’s nice of you to say.”

  “No. I’m not just being nice. You heard the stories in the group today. The pain, the frustration we all fear when we can’t control the PTSD. Your men have it, too, and they deal with it in their own ways. I’ve known them for years.”

  She was surprised. She had a feeling that maybe Dugen and the team had some form of PTSD. What soldiers didn’t who had experienced war and fear like most?

  “I knew your brother, Michael,” he added, and she was shocked.

  “What? How?” she asked.

  He took a deep breath. “You don’t know my story or how I got here. The clinic has been a lifesaver. Michael’s death was an eye-opener, too.”

  “What?” she asked, sitting forward and turning toward him to completely face him.

  He looked away from her. “We were in the service together. We went through some heavy shit, and out of ten of us, only four are left. Three died in Iraq. Two committed suicide. Michael died in the bike accident.”

  “Oh God.” She felt the tears reach her eyes. She looked at him and couldn’t be sure that she’d seen him amongst the people at Michael’s wake and funeral. There had been so many as the entire communities of Pearl and Tranquility, as well as other towns, joined to support her.

  “One of the men who committed suicide had been so lost in the flashbacks he thought he was back in war. He took some kid from a hospital because he thought she was in danger and a prisoner. She had Down syndrome and needed medication. He almost caused her death, but the others and I arrived on-scene and talked him down. After that, after he realized what he had done, I think he felt he was a threat to society and to us. He took his life days later.”

  She touched his arm. He tightened up, and she pulled back.

  “You need to tell your men about the phone calls,” he told her.

  She opened her mouth to deny them, to act as if she didn’t know what he was saying, but he stopped her, holding her gaze with those firm gray eyes.

  “Michael was desperate for control in all aspects of his life. He realized he had a problem with drugs, but they helped. But then he caused you pain and brought on further debt when all he wanted was for you to be happy. The team and I talked to him the day before the accident. He told us he was going to come clean with you about borrowing money against the mortgage and having an addiction to drugs. He had a plan, Cynthia. A way to get out of the debt he’d caused and to make sure you were financially cared for. He went out that night to deliver drugs for money. His cut would have paid off the loan and gotten him out from under whoever was controlling him. I heard you talking on the phone last week to someone, and it sounded like they were asking you for money. I know people and heard you worked Delia’s one night and got assaulted by some thug. You need to confide in your men so they can help you.”

  “You know the men who are making me pay off Michael’s debt?” she asked, and he suddenly looked angry, as his eyes scrunched together.

  “Is that what they’re doing? Saying you owe them money because Michael didn’t deliver the drugs?”

  She nodded and lowered her eyes. “They threatened me. I told them it wasn’t my debt, but they said it was.”

  “Bastards. Tell your men and tell Wyatt.” He stood up. So did she.

  “Wait, Dean. Why did you tell me now?”

  He looked at the water and then back at her. “You’ve suffered so much but stood by your family, your brother, and even strangers. Michael was one of us. We could have helped him if he’d just confided in us and trusted our ability to remain a team. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t because of the pain he felt and the disappointment in himself. You don’t deserve that. I couldn’t save him, just like I couldn’t save the others. I also know what your men went through and how they feel, and if they can be happy, and you make them happy, then they can make it, despite the anxiety, the fears, and flashbacks. We all just might make it. So don’t hold back. Don’t think this is your responsibility and problem. These are bad men, manipulative and evil. Even if you paid off the debt they would find a way to latch onto you and demand more. Tell them, Cynthia. If they need any help, or if you do, my team and I will be there for you. You’re part of our family becau
se of Michael. Know that always.”

  She reacted on instincts, and from her heart, she hugged him around the waist tightly.

  At first he stiffened. But then he caressed her back.

  “Thank you, Dean. I promise to tell my men. I appreciate your help.” She pulled back, and he nodded then walked away.

  She needed to give love a chance. She needed to confide in her men and have them help her with this situation despite her earlier fears of them hurting her. If they didn’t want anything to do with her after this, then so be it. She had to take the chance.

  * * * *

  Cynthia drove her car out of the parking lot and headed to her place. She wanted to shower and change and told her men she would meet them there in an hour to give her time to prep. She figured she could light some candles, make a romantic setting, and then curl up on her couch with them and pour her soul out. It was a good plan. It wouldn’t be all dramatic the second they came into her house and she told them about Raul and the debt she had been paying off.

  She swallowed hard and made the right turn that led down the quiet street two blocks from her small farmhouse.

  She saw the lights of another vehicle come up behind her. She smiled. Could it be one of her men? They’d sounded so desperate to see her. Perkins actually told her he was going to spank her ass for being gone on this trip all day and then asking for an additional hour before they could see her. Maybe he’d gotten so pissed he was headed here anyway? She smiled and felt that giddy sensation in her gut as she slowed down a little. She glanced into the rearview mirror, shocked as the headlights came on her fast and the car slammed into hers.

  Cynthia screamed as she lost control of her car and turned to the left, hitting the ditch. Her forehead hit the steering wheel and then the side window on impact. She was dazed and scared. Then she heard the passenger door creak open and glanced slowly that way to see someone big wearing black. She blinked her eyes open and felt him come across the seat, but the inside was too dark to see. Large hands swept across her breasts then to the seatbelt, unbuckling her.