“Holy Jesus, woman. Fuck I need you. I need this, to feel home, to feel heaven, God damn,” he said, and then began to thrust faster and faster into her as he ran his hands up under her breasts and squeezed them hard. He was relentless with his strokes and she could hardly keep her mouth on Broaden’s cock, but then Broaden gripped her hair and head and roared as he came in her mouth. She swallowed his seed and then pulled back. He fell to the bed. Ferrion slid his huge arm around her waist and hoisted her to the side of Broaden and the edge of the bed. He pressed over her, her chest and her cheek now against the comforter as Ferrion stroked into her from behind. She felt his lips against her neck, and he suckled hard and then nipped her skin. His hands were everywhere, and she cried out her release, but he kept thrusting and thrusting. Gripped her hips, squeezed her ass as he pounded into her cunt and she felt her cream flowing. She was completely turned on and oh so damn in love with them that her heart hurt.
“Mine. Always mine. Always!” Ferrion exclaimed and roared as he came inside of her. He was trying to catch his breath, and she felt tears in her eyes because she was so emotional and felt so much for these men. Then she thought of their brothers, of Lextin and Snipe. She prayed they were safe. That they too would appear in her home, her bedroom, and make love to her. Hell fuck her, or whatever this was they shared. She didn’t care about overanalyzing this now. Their words rang repeatedly in her head. When they thrust into her body, they referred to it as heaven. As home. Is that what they thought she was? Home.
“I missed you, and this sexy body,” Ferrion told her as he eased his cock from her cunt and then lowered to his knees and kissed the back of her thighs and ass, then slid his tongue along the crack and then into her cunt. He nipped her skin and she wiggled.
“Ferrion,” she said on exhale, and he slapped her ass.
Smack.
She lifted up but then he scooped her up into his arms and hugged her to him. She straddled his waist as he sat on the bed and kept caressing her body like he truly missed her. This was the problem with this relationship. The sex was amazing. The connection between all of them was deep, but they couldn’t tell a soul about it, go public with it, or commit to her. She wanted more, and they couldn’t give it to her.
Ferrion held Harper on his lap in his arms and couldn’t stop touching her. His brother Broaden leaned over and ran his palm along her ass and up her back. They stared at her, loving her, but couldn’t tell her that. Their profession left no room for commitments like a family, a wife, a home to come back to after each mission. Sometimes they were gone for weeks, other times months. This last mission had been a bad mission, and Snipe and Lextin were battered and bruised up from it. He reached up and stroked her cheek. She turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm. She was precious, youthful, sexy, and he felt possessive of her.
“How have you been? How’s work?” he asked her, and she opened her eyes, looked suddenly annoyed, and slid off his lap. Ferrion glanced at Broaden, and he raised his eyebrows up at Ferrion as Harper put on her robe.
“It’s busy as usual. Tonight was a late night,” she said and tied her robe.
“Come back over here,” Ferrion said, and his tone was sort of hard. She looked at him, then at Broaden before she walked back to him. Ferrion pulled her between his legs. “What have you been up to since we’ve been gone?” he asked and undid the robe.
She gripped it and he raised one of his eyebrows up at her. “I work, Ferrion. Run a whole business on my own, and it takes a lot of long hours. There’s so much to deal with and a lot of responsibility. You know this.”
He licked his lower lip and sensed the attitude. “We’ve been gone a long time, just wanting to know how you’re doing and if things are good.” He continued to caress her hips under the robe. She was so beautiful. He missed her very much and so did his brothers. Things were getting tough, and he couldn’t explain their plans of action, at least not yet. Things needed to change, and it would take time. He inhaled her scent. The smell he would think about to help ease his mind while away. “I know this is tough, when we go away for so long.”
She reached out and cupped his cheek. She was so feminine, yet strong, toned, a real knockout. Every time they left, they worried they could lose her to other men. The thought of her with anyone else hurt inside. This idea they all had about it being sex only was bullshit and they all knew it, but what could they offer her right now?
“How are the employees? Any trouble around the place?”
“Charge and Orlando handle things, and when they need backup, there’s Mosely and Ade, never mind the sheriff. Besides, most of the deputies tend to hang out at Harper’s.”
“You’ve been good while we were away?” Broaden asked as he stood up and slid the robe from her body. Her full, luscious breasts appeared, and Broaden pulled her robe to her wrists behind her, restraining her and causing her to push her breasts forward.
Ferrion lifted his mouth to her nipple. He licked the tip and then held her gaze. “She better have been good, or they’ll be hell to pay.” He then suckled a bit harder and tugged on her nipple.
Broaden suckled against her neck and she moaned. “Let’s take her again, Ferrion, and remind her who she belongs to.”
“It’s our turn, you’re hogging up her time.” Ferrion was shocked to see Lextin and Snipe standing in the doorway. Harper gasped and Broaden released her robe and her wrists.
“You two should be resting,” Ferrion reprimanded as Harper turned toward them.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Not when our woman looks like Harper, and definitely has the goods to help heal us,” Lextin said, closing the space between them and pulling her into his arms. Lextin pulled back and cursed as she reached up and touched his split lip.
Lextin had a black eye, bruised cheekbone, and cut lip, never mind his bruised ribs. Snipe had the same injuries.
“Are you okay? That looks like it hurts. Are you injured elsewhere? What about you, Snipe?” Harper asked and reached out to Snipe, who cupped her breast and then lowered his mouth to hers. Lextin pressed up against her back, and the sight of her petite, sexy body between them made Ferrion imagine taking her together. Claiming every hole and making her completely their woman.
Snipe cupped her cheeks and stared down into her eyes. “No questions, remember?”
She stared right back up at him as Lextin pulled off his shirt and slowly undid his pants. “I need her,” Lextin said, and she looked upset, but then her eyes went to the bandages on Lextin’s ribs.
She touched them. “Lextin?”
“No. I’m fine now, here with you, making love to you,” he told her, then kissed her and started pressing her closer to the bed. As she sat down, he undid his pants, stepped from them, and then cupped her cheeks and kissed her as he lowered her to the bed. Ferrion locked gazes with Snipe, who got undressed and then scrunched his eyes as he walked. His two brothers were in a lot of pain. They needed rest, but just like Ferrion and Broaden, they needed Harper more.
“Open those thighs for me. I need to feel that hot, wet cunt of yours. I need in. Now,” Lextin said to her and kissed her lips again.
She widened her thighs and he ran a hand along one, and then fingered her cunt to test her pussy to make sure she was wet and ready. She was. Of course she was, because she felt exactly like they did. Desire, hunger, lust. He pulled his fingers out as he nipped her nipple and tugged. The feel of her fingers in his hair, the way her delicate touch brought instant hardness to his cock to the point of coming, and he wasn’t even inside of her yet. “I missed you, baby,” he said, and then began to push his cock into her pussy.
“I missed you, too, Lextin,” she said, and then gasped as he thrust the rest of the way into her.
He held his cock in her pussy and grunted. “Fuck yeah. Nothing compares to this right here. Fucking nothing,” Lextin said and began to stroke into her pussy over and over again. He could hardly focus on anything but the feel of her body, of claiming her, possessin
g her as he stroked repeatedly into her cunt. He ran his palms along her breasts, so big and full, and her body was perfection. Her ass, as well. How badly he would love to fuck her tight, virgin ass. He knew she never did that before. She fucking refused to do that with them. Said that was taking their relationship to another level. Fuck he wanted her. Wanted every inch of her. He slid a finger to her asshole that was wet from her coming so much, and he pressed it into her. She screamed out his name and came. He followed. His hold on her was tight. Much too tight, he knew it as she panted for breath and he clenched his teeth. “Incredible,” he said, and then lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing her as she slowly pulled out so his brother Snipe could have her next.
Snipe’s heart was racing as he lifted Harper up into his arms and sat on the bed. He cringed a moment, but having her in his arms, staring into her gorgeous blue eyes, and smelling her shampoo, her scent took all the pain away. In fact, he couldn’t think of anything else but making love to her. He cupped her cheek and neck. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” she said, and he saw the emotions in her eyes. It was getting harder and harder to be apart from her. To looking at this as just sex and nothing more when he knew damn well it was more. He pressed his mouth to hers despite the ache from his cut lip. She kissed him, ran her delicate hands along his neck and into his hair, and pressed her breasts to his chest. He lowered down to the bed and she continued to kiss him, to explore his body with her mouth. She held his gaze when he released her lips and she trailed her mouth along his pectoral muscles, over the bandages on his ribs, and then to his thick, hard cock that stood up at attention. She licked the tip and he caressed her thigh, her shoulder, and then her hair.
“I want to be inside of you, fucking that hot, wet cunt of yours, darling,” he said to her.
“I want a taste of you first, soldier,” she said, and then closed her eyes and licked his cock. She sucked him good, just the way he liked it. The way only Harper could suck cock. He hadn’t been with anyone else in two years. Only her. Only ever wanted to be with her.
She bobbed her head up and down as his brothers lay on the bed just watching her.
“She is a sight isn’t she, men?” Ferrion said, and they all agreed.
“Now, Harper,” Snipe ordered, unable to handle her mouth when he was already so close to coming. He gripped her hair and then her shoulder. “Get up here and ride me,” he said, and she did.
She eased her sexy body up his body, straddled his waist, and then lifted up and aligned his cock with her cunt. She slowly sunk down on his shaft and he moaned, but held her gaze. “Heaven. You’re fucking heaven, darling.” He thrust his hips upward. She in return stroked his cock, rocked her hips too slow for his needs. Six fucking months and he was ready to come already. It was too long to be away from her. Away from this right here. “Fuck,” he roared, and she gasped as he lifted her and rolled her to her back. He pulled her lower onto the bed, lifted her thighs up against his hips, and he thrust into her cunt.
“Snipe!” she exclaimed, and eased her palm up his chest. He gripped her wrist, brought her hand to his mouth, and suckled her fingers as he rocked his hips, ignoring the pain as he fucked her. He released her hand, pulled her legs higher, then lowered over her so that her shoulder blades were all that was on the bed. He thrust and stroked faster, deeper, until she cried out her release and he followed.
He felt light-headed, ready to fall because of her. Because of how fucking perfect she was for him. For all of them. He knew he couldn’t tell her. Couldn’t inform her about the plan, the hope within the next year. As he eased her body lower to the bed, he pulled out and then kissed her gingerly everywhere his lips could reach. “Get ready, baby. It’s going to take a while to make up for lost time,” he said, and then eased up against her side and held her close, kissing her neck as Lextin faced her and cupped her breast, and began to feast on her again.
Harper didn’t even know what time it was. She was exhausted, but the sunlight shone into the bedroom. She reached out, expecting to feel bodies, but instead, she felt nothing but cold sheets. She popped her eyes open, then lifted up, feeling a bit achy, but then her focus went to the empty bed and bedroom. They were gone. Stayed most of the night, taking from her body, making love, telling her how much they missed her until it was time to disappear before anyone saw them here. She fell back against the pillow, felt her heart ache and tears roll down her cheeks. “Love isn’t supposed to be painful,” she whispered, and then stopped crying, giving herself a pep talk about life, about accepting this relationship with them for nearly two years now, and there was nothing else to do about this other than break things off and end it.
That made her feel like crap, and like even if she did that, they would go on and she would be heartbroken and suffer. She couldn’t go on like this. The morning after, the consecutive nights that would come now for however long before their next mission. They would appear in her home or be here when she got off work and maybe even in her bed waiting on her, stroking their cocks, just assuming she would fuck them. She threw back the covers. They had the nerve to talk about taking her in every hole? She would be a mess. A used woman, good for nothing but sex with four men who couldn’t commit because of the military. “What am I doing to myself?” she asked and got up.
Then came the thoughts of their bodies, their words, how perfect they fit together. She loved them with all her heart. Would do anything for them, including be here whenever they returned to love them, hold them, help them to let go and put the danger behind them, even if it were for only a few days or a week. How long would they be in Cherry Hill this time? Maybe she should make it the last time she has sex with them? Maybe it was time to let them go and to give true love a chance. Maybe give another man, or men, a chance, because this was going nowhere fast.
She got out of bed and her eyes landed on the side dresser next to the bed. Her heart felt like it dropped to her gut. The small heart-shaped rock. Hardly big enough to fit into her hand, lost in any of the brothers’ hands, sat right there. She reached out to stroke the rock. She had found it not soon after this arrangement started with the men. A rock, shaped like a heart, she gave it to Ferrion and told him to bring it with him and his team to keep them safe. He looked so angry and taken aback by her suggestion, but he took it. She hadn’t even known if they’d kept the rock or thrown it away. Now she knew. Why did he leave it here? What did it mean? More confusion filled her mind. Were they ending things? Did they want to slowly break things off and he was giving it back to her? What?
More tears fell. Achiness filled her gut as she made her way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She grabbed a towel and then looked at herself in the mirror. She looked good, flushed, and oh crap, she had a love bite on her neck. “Broaden,” she reprimanded him, and then rubbed it with her finger. A high collar shirt would conceal the markings, the representation of a sexual encounter for the single bar owner. Fuck. She got into the shower and tried to wash away their scents, their hands, and then felt sadness for feeling that way. I love them. Oh God, I love them so much it hurts inside. What am I going to do?
“22 Kinder Lane, Cherry Hill, Texas. Yes, that’s the address I saw them each sneak into during the night. I’m working on it, but so far don’t have much. Give me a week and I’ll let you know if it’s something we can work with.”
“We need to figure it out and fast. I want them to suffer. To really suffer for what they did.”
“They will. I told you that if you wanted them taken out, that I have a team that can do it and quickly. Hell, right here in this shit ass country town.”
“No, Flask. I want this done slowly. I want them to suffer, to worry, to know that their professions, their military expertise caused pain to someone they care about. This is huge that you came across this woman. That they return when I nearly had them, and they went right to her. As if they haven’t a care in the world and think they’re so damn good, so slick and resourceful, that they can have
the best of both worlds. They make so much money, they kill, they destroy operations, families and they get to live. Fuck the military. Fuck them. I want them dead and I want it to be long and torturous. Find out what you can and then get back to me. Take your time. This is our only opportunity. I can feel it. Be thorough.”
“Understood.”
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