“She’s incredible,” Cole said.
“Do you feel it?” Luke asked.
“Fuck,” Farrow said, and ran his fingers through his hair and then turned away.
“Mine. Mine!” J.T. yelled out and rocked into her, then lowered down, crushing her as he came inside of her and roared his release. He had released her arms so she immediately hugged him around his middle as best she could. She could barely get her arms around him he was so thick and wide. He rocked a few more times and then kissed her neck, breathed heavily against her skin, and licked her, then suckled, tickling her neck.
She giggled and wiggled from his hold and he lifted up, and cupped her cheek and jaw. “Shocked the shit outta me,” he said, and pressed his lips to hers. He let them linger there a moment, and then lowered to her neck again trying to suck hard and she thought maybe he wanted to leave a hicky or something. She shoved at his shoulders, laughing and then he let her get away. She knew he did because the man was lethal in all aspects of the word. As she rolled, a hand slapped her ass and there was Luke snagging her around the waist, dragging her to the edge of the bed, then pressing over her back. He kissed her neck and slid his fingers into her cunt.
“Ticklish, are you?”
“Hmm, and not wanting any love bites left on my neck,” she said.
“Why not?” J.T. asked, laying on his back and gazing up at her as Luke stroked her pussy and caged her in from behind. J.T. reached under her arm and cupped her breast.
“You know why not,” she countered.
“Oh God, Luke.” She moaned as Luke’s fingers stimulated her pussy all over again. He licked her neck and then removed his fingers from her pussy, and replaced them with his cock. He slid right into her very lubricated cunt, and they both moaned. She hung her head down and J.T. pinched her nipple.
She grunted and looked at him as Luke stroked into her pussy from behind. She could feel Luke’s hand caress her hip bone, and then over the tattoo, then to her belly ring, and then to her pussy. The feel of his hard body pressed snugly against hers, with his cock in her pussy and his hand splayed over her mound and cunt aroused her. She felt like his possession, yet also theirs at the same time as they remained nearby. She looked to the right, and Farrow was standing there watching her with those dark, dangerous, hooded eyes, and she had to look away. He concerned her. He got so serious a little while ago.
“Oh.” She moaned.
“Answer J.T. Why no love marks?”
“Work. Oh God, Luke, please, work. I can’t go in on Tuesday looking like that,” she said to them.
Luke pulled back and slapped her ass. Hard.
Smack.
“Oh.”
“Don’t want anyone to know you were with us? With four soldiers?” Luke asked.
Smack.
“No, no it isn’t that. Oh God, how can this turn me on?” she said aloud.
J.T. tugged on her nipple and then slid under her arm to suckle her breast. Cole joined in on the other side and did the same.
“Oh Please. Please!” she cried out and came.
“Fuck, you know you like it. You like being submissive to us. You like our orders, our commands, and deep sexual desires for you,” Luke said.
“Yes, yes Luke, I do and I shouldn’t. Oh, I shouldn’t,” she said panting, trying to catch her breath when Luke gripped her hair and head and started thrusting deeper.
“No, you’re wrong. You can. You can stop fighting it, and accept that you want us to own you, to own this body and mark you as ours,” Luke stated.
“Oh!” she cried out again.
“Fuck, I’m there. I’m there,” Luke said, and rocked very fast into her pussy and then came.
She felt the mouths leave her breasts, and then Cole cupped her cheek and she looked at him with hooded eyes, and could see desperation and need. She did that to Cole. She made him look so wild. He pressed his mouth to hers as Luke pulled from her cunt and kissed her everywhere his mouth could reach.
Cole slid his arm around her midsection and flipped her to her back, spread her thighs, aligned his cock with her pussy, and shoved right into her. She grabbed onto his shoulders, cried out as her pussy somehow erupted again, and then held on as he thrust and thrust into her so fast and so deeply she could hardly catch her breath.
The bed rocked and his brothers cheered him on.
“Hot damn, she has Cole wilder than I’ve ever seen him. Holy fuck,” Luke said, and she moaned only for Cole to cover her mouth and kiss her, then crush her to the bed as he slid his palms down her thighs, and then lifted them up against his hips as he released her lips and rose back up. He continued to stroke into her, and when she went to reach for him, he shook his head and ordered her on what to do next.
“Raise those arms up behind you. Offer me this body, every inch of it, baby. Do it,” he ordered, and she did it without hesitation as her heart raced, and she stared at his gorgeous dark eyes, all those damn muscles and sexual power, and she came.
“Fuck, Brazille. I can’t take it. Lasting long just isn’t possible with you and this body. Fuck.” He roared and came inside of her.
His chest heaved up and down as he kissed her again and then trailed his mouth over her breasts, being sure to take time to suckle each nipple before pulling his cock from her pussy, and then licking and kissing her belly next.
Luke appeared with a washcloth and began to clean her up. Cole kissed her again and then moved out of the way.
She glanced to the right and there was Farrow just staring at her.
She felt like crying. Like suddenly he didn’t want her anymore and she was shocked at how deeply she felt the sadness and pain. She pushed Luke’s hands away and sat up, then slid to the edge of the bed.
“Where are you going?” J.T. asked.
She looked at the clock, it was only four in the morning.
She then glanced back at Farrow and he was breathing heavily. She stood up and J.T. stopped her, but looked at Farrow.
“We’ll figure it out,” J.T. said to him, and Farrow shook his head.
“Farrow, it’s real. We feel it,” Luke said to him.
Farrow shook his head and started to head toward her. She leaned back against J.T., who held her shoulders and Farrow stopped a few feet in front of her as she squeezed her eyes tight and feared his capabilities.
“Look at me,” Farrow demanded, and she opened her eyes and J.T. squeezed her shoulders. These men towered over her. One hit, one move, and she would be dead. She shivered.
“You’re scaring her,” Cole stated in a tone of warning and concern.
Farrow narrowed his eyes at J.T., and then closed the space between them. His hand went to her waist and she gasped as she held onto his arm and he tightened.
“Arms at your side,” he ordered.
She didn’t know what to do, or what this was all about.
“Do as he orders you to do. He will not hurt you, Brazille,” J.T. said, and she had to hope that his words were true.
Farrow was a force, and looked like a man struggling with something, and she didn’t know what it was. Her mind went into a thousand thoughts. Was it PTSD, some sort of episode or something? He looked possessed, angry, yet determined. She couldn’t figure it out as she let her hands go to her sides. He used his palm to slide from her hip to her breast, slightly cupped it, but then ran his thumb along the nipple.
“You’re beautiful, Brazille. More beautiful, sexier, exotic than anything I have ever laid eyes on in my life.” He closed the gap between their bodies. His cock, super thick, hard, and long now pressed against her belly as his other hand slid along her hips to her ass. He squeezed her ass cheek, and then the hand that was on her breast moved to her neck and jaw and held her firmly.
“You got my head spinning. My body in such need to claim you, that I can’t see or think straight at all. Where the fuck did you come from? How could you do this? How?” he demanded to know.
She squinted. “Do what?”
He
pressed his mouth to hers, plunged his tongue in deeply, and she understood what he meant. He didn’t know how to react to the deep attraction they were all feeling. He didn’t want to accept it, and would fight it just as she would. The feel of him so big, strong, powerful and wild, had her raising her arms up as he pulled back and gripped her hips. She stared up at him, her head to practically her shoulders and her arms in the air. He caressed with his palms from hips to breasts to armpits. And stared down into her eyes.
“Take me, Farrow. Make love to me, don’t just fuck me. Make me yours,” she said to him
His eyes glazed over, and a moment later he lifted her up, pressed her against the wall by the bed as she straddled his hips, and covered her mouth, kissing her wildly. The sound of the lamp falling over, and then the dresser being pulled over to make room for them, all happened around her, but she didn’t care how insane and how wild this was. She would never forget the look in Farrow’s eyes, the words he spoke to her, and how intense he got before kissing her. She rocked her hips and he aligned his cock with her pussy and thrust into her deeply. The others were chanting him on.
“Claim her your woman, too. Make her never forget this night, that she’s part of us and we’re a part of her,” Luke said, and then Cole said something about a condom, but it was like neither she nor Farrow heard, and she suddenly didn’t care anymore. She had an IUD, she was safe and hoped they were, too, but none of it mattered. Right now, with his dick thrusting into her so fully and deeply, she felt full and owned by him, and she didn’t care. He pressed her arms up to the wall behind her, making her pelvis tilt out as well as her breasts, and then his fingers entwined with hers and he used his muscular thighs to keep her in place while he rocked his cock into her cunt. He thrust and rolled his hips, making her feel the orgasm build from deep within her.
“Condom, Farrow!” J.T. yelled to him.
But Farrow kept thrusting and stroking into her.
“I can’t stop. I won’t let this end here,” he said, and thrust deeply with his head and mouth against her neck.
“Come inside of me. I’m safe. I have an IUD,” she told him, and he slowed his pace and pulled back. He held her gaze and the others now looked pissed.
“What?” J.T asked.
“Well, I was taking precautions. You’re older, more experienced,” she told them.
“You fucking lied?” Cole asked, and Farrow released her hands and gripped her hips, pinning her against the wall.
She didn’t want them to feel insulted or to ruin this moment, this night.
“Please, it’s been two years since I had sex. Two. I had to be safe. I don’t know when you had sex last, or how often. All I saw was a drawer full of condoms and—”
Farrow kissed her hard on the mouth to shut her up, and then moved her to the edge of the bed, and then released her lips. He pulled her thighs higher up against his sides and rammed into her full throttle. She cried out her release, screaming as she shook and came, and then he pulled out, flipped her onto her belly, pulled her legs off the bed so she was standing and bent over, and he thrust into her pussy from behind. She grabbed onto the comforter and moaned and panted, never feeling this wild, or this crazy in her life. She wanted to cry, to scream, to demand, that they never leave her or try to push her away, and it scared her suddenly that it was a possibility. What if they didn’t feel what she felt for them so instantly? She moaned and felt another orgasm strike just as a wet finger slid into her asshole.
“Farrow!” she cried out his name.
“Mine. Mine!” Farrow roared and then thrust three hard times into her, then held his cock in her pussy and shot his load. The difference, the connection she felt, and he obviously felt, too, without any protection on just made this a whole new ballgame, and holy crap, she didn’t know if she could handle it at all. Especially as he lay over her and hugged her tight, kissed her shoulders and just squeezed her as if making sure this was real, and that it meant something more than just sex.
* * * *
Farrow finally felt a little bit better claiming her without a condom. To learn why she lied, why she wanted them to use protection, shocked him. She was a sexual goddess, a fucking pinup model with her body and her looks, and she hadn’t had sex in two years? Why the fuck not? Why did he care? She had sex with them, fuck, he just made love to her he didn’t fuck her. This was not supposed to happen. Tonight wasn’t supposed to be. No. they were soldiers, men on the go with no strings attached. Strategic planners, constantly in control of everything they could be in control of.
Fuck, this was insane and he knew he should put up the walls and keep his distance, but he couldn’t. He wanted her. He wanted to keep her. Wanted to be able to say she belonged to him and to his team. She was too fucking beautiful, sexy, and perfect. Other men wanted her. He would kill any other man who touched her other than his brothers. “Fuck.” He grunted against her neck as he eased out of her cunt. He kissed her everywhere he could as Cole handed him a washcloth and towel. She was breathing heavily, still laying on the edge of the bed, and he lifted her up so she now lay across the middle of it on her belly.
“Easy breaths, baby,” he said to her and caressed her skin and ran his palms along her ass and thighs, and then locked gazes with his team.
They all stared at her and then at him before they looked at J.T. “Later,” he whispered, and they nodded and Farrow slid up next to her, and laid a leg over her body in a protective move, then kissed her shoulder. She exhaled.
“I can’t move,” She said, and Cole and Luke chuckled. Luke caressed her hair from her cheek and Cole kissed her back.
“No need to. Just rest, Brazille. You aren’t going anywhere just yet,” J.T. said, and she closed her eyes and soon was fast asleep with all of them on the bed.
* * * *
It took some major convincing, and her stomach rumbling for them to finally let her out of their bed. It was noontime, Monday, and she was standing in their bathroom, freshly showered and couldn’t find her clothes anywhere. She reached for the button-down dress shirt in navy blue, and inhaled the combination of fabric softener and cologne. J.T.’s cologne. She exhaled and knew that one of them probably hid her clothes on purpose. She couldn’t be angry. How could she when she had the best night and morning ever in her entire life with four sexy, capable, very vivacious men?
She needed to check her cellphone and messages, but didn’t know where that or her keys were. She was pretty sure that Cole took them last night when he drove her car. She pulled on the button-down shirt, rolled up the sleeves, and thought about what Cole did at the Filling Station. My God, everyone was going to be talking about how pissed Cole looked at those cowboys flirting with her, and then he threw her over his shoulder with his hand on her ass and marched her outta there. My God, my friends are probably calling and texting. She covered her mouth and felt her cheeks blush. She didn’t deny her feelings, the desire, the attraction and need, despite how irresponsible it was. Hell, she started off pretty good insisting that they use condoms, considering that drawer of theirs. She felt the scowl form on her face. She was jealous as hell. Holy shit, what was she going to do?
She took a deep breath and prepared for the next scene. Lunch. After hours upon hours of sex with four men, who were pretty darn scary, she felt different, and that was what scared her the most. There was a connection now, something deeper than just sex, but did they feel it, too? Would they acknowledge that, or deny it? She didn’t know. They seemed so complicated. She would have felt a bit more confident with her clothes on, but none were found. No panties, no bra even, nothing. She took one last deep, unsteady breath and released it. She looked good, sexy, and capable of handling anything. She can do this. She can do the morning after times four. She widened her eyes and smiled. Four drop dead gorgeous, sexy soldiers. Holy shit, what the hell was I thinking?
She turned around, gave one last glance in the mirror and opted to unbutton one more button on her shirt. If they were going to feed her then
give her the boot, why not make it difficult for them by showing off a hint of her assets? She cupped her breast, showed off the deep cleavage she had even without a bra, aligned the heart pendant she had right in the center, and off she went.
* * * *
“What are we going to do?” Cole asked them as they gathered around the kitchen. J.T. leaned back against the counter and rubbed his jaw.
Farrow sat in the chair and looked toward the doorway.
Luke placed a pitcher of iced tea onto the table after putting out cold cuts and rolls to make sandwiches for lunch.
“Like we handle any mission. With clear and level heads,” J.T. replied.
Farrow narrowed his eyes at him.
“Clear and level heads, huh? I can’t seem to think a clear or level-headed thought at all. Not with what we shared with her last night and this morning, and definitely not when I look at that body of hers. That isn’t going to fucking work this time, J.T.,” Farrow stated.
“He’s fucking right. The thought of her leaving today, never mind not seeing her for who knows how long, is making me uptight and on edge. Did you glance at her fucking phone?” Luke asked.
“Her phone?” Cole asked. “Yeah, you left it on the table with her car keys. There are about five different guy names on there texting her, and then, of course, her friends, as well. I didn’t want to scroll down,” Luke said.
“None of us expected any of this last night. We have a lot of shit going on this week too with work. Let’s try to be casual about it. If you guys are in agreement that you want to pursue Brazille as more, then we’ll discuss it after she leaves,” J.T. said.
“She isn’t leaving. Not yet,” Farrow said, and then Cole cleared his throat.
J.T. spotted her first, and the hit to his heart was a shock to his entire system. She looked like a centerfold model, walking into the kitchen, wearing his dark blue button-down shirt, her hair dried and styled, flowing over her shoulders, and the gap in the front of the shirt low enough to give them all a good view of her abundant breasts. The hem of the shirt hit her knees, and those sexy pink manicured toenails stood out on the hardwood flooring.
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