The American Soldier Collection 3: Amazing Grace (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Yummy.” He moved across to her other breast and did the same thing.

  He remained holding her wrists with one hand above her head making her body appear like a feast just for him.

  “I like restraining you. You know, in the service I was best known for my intricate, complicated knots. They came in handy when we had to propel down from rooftops and crash through windows.”

  He watched her eyes widen and her breathing grow rapid. This turned Grace on.

  “Is that why they call you Big Jay?” she asked as he trailed his fingers from her breasts to her cunt. He pressed a finger up between her slick folds as he smiled at her.

  She parted her lips and moaned.

  “No. Ain’t it obvious, baby?” He lifted up to get between her thighs. His long, thick cock tapped against her thigh.

  “Oh, you mean your…cock?” she asked, sounding so shy and inexperienced. He chuckled.

  “That, too. I guess I’m big all over.”

  She looked at him as he hovered over her body, thrusting his fingers in and out of her wet cunt. He still held her wrists above her head, restraining her, and she appeared to really enjoy it.

  “I have plans for you, woman.”

  “Oh, you do?” she replied with a little spunk. He hid his chuckle.

  “Oh yeah, big plans.”

  “Such as?”

  “You tied up to my bed on your belly. I’d place a pillow under your hips so that your beautiful, round ass was lifted nice and high.”

  “Oh.” She moaned as he applied pressure to her pussy with his fingers then pressed his pinky against her puckered hole. She thrust her ass down and then her pussy hard against his fingers as she tried to get her wrists free.

  “You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t ya, darling? You like being dirty. You like a cock in your ass and the idea of me tying you up to my bed and spanking that ass of yours.”

  “Oh God, yes, yes, I want that.” She thrust her pussy against his fingers.

  He used his thighs to spread her thighs wider then pulled his fingers from her pussy.

  “That’s what I’m going to give you soon enough. Right now, you’ve got my cock so tight I won’t last long. I love you, Grace.”

  “Oh God, Big Jay, I love you, too. I need you inside of me. Do something now.”

  He lined his bog cock up with her wet pussy and shoved in to the hilt.

  He felt on fire as he stroked down deeply, repeatedly into her wet pussy. Over and over again he pounded into her, wanting to brand her his woman and leave his mark. He released her wrists, entwined his hands with hers and stroked her over and over again, dipping his chest all the way down to her chest with every thrust.

  She locked her legs around his waist and counterthrust until he released her hands, wrapped his arms around her like a grizzly bear, and squeezed her tight. He spread her ass cheeks with each stroke and felt their pubic bones collide together. This was the closest he could ever get with Grace, with anyone.

  “Fuck, Gracey, I love you, darling. I love you.” He exploded inside of her as Grace joined with him, shaking and screaming her release against his neck.

  * * * *

  Grace squeezed Big Jay to her even though he was crushing her body. He was so big all over, she felt lost in his embrace. She loved how close she felt to him and was shocked at how deep he penetrated her body. She loved him and his brothers so much she wished she could be lost inside them like this forever.

  Big Jay lifted up and kissed her along her jaw and then her lips. She ran her fingers through his hair, absorbed the smell of his cologne and the feel of his manly chest.

  “I don’t want to crush you. I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered.

  “I don’t mind. I was lost inside of you. I love making love to you.”

  He smiled at her.

  “That’s a good thing, ’cause we’ll be doing it a lot and for the rest of our lives.”

  She swallowed hard as the tears reached her eyes.

  “Big Jay, I’m scared this won’t work out. I fear this killer.”

  He placed a finger over her bottom lip.”

  “The killer will get caught. The four of us will work this whole relationship out and be together forever.”

  She looked past his shoulder, realizing that Sandman wasn’t there.

  “Where’s Sandman?”

  Big Jay appeared upset but then he smiled as he placed his hands against her cheeks and slowly pulled out of her.

  “He’s scared, baby. He loves you so much and watching all of us make love got to him.”

  “You mean he was jealous?”

  He chuckled.

  “No, of course not. He was…scared.”

  “Sandman, scared?”

  “He felt the connection, the bond and love between the four of us. I think he’s closed off his heart all these years after his experience in the service and the missions he went on. You’ve changed that for all of us, Grace. Hey, that’s it. You’re our amazing Grace.” He kissed her deeply before he lifted up and offered her a hand.

  She thought about what he said. Sandman was just like her in more ways than either of them could recognize. No wonder why they argued and banged heads. He’s just like me. He’s scared to feel and open up his heart.

  “Where is he, Big Jay?”

  “Probably in his room,” Big Jay said with a smile. She knelt up on the bed, gave him a kiss, then very proudly walked out of the room naked and in search of her soldier, Sandman.

  * * * *

  Grace heard the shower running. One peek into the bathroom and she saw Sandman standing under the flow of water in the huge tiled shower with his head hanging down. She tiptoed over, wanting to sneak up on him.

  “I’ll be out in a little bit,” he said, making her jump. Son of a bitch, he was good.

  “Can I join you?” she asked, not giving him the chance to decline, hoping he wouldn’t anyway as she got in behind him. There were multiple sprayer heads, shooting streams of water from around the shower. It was an impressive setup and it instantly wet her entirely. She eased her way closer to him then underneath him so she was now between his arms. Grace cupped his face between her hands, and when she looked into his eyes, she was shocked to see them red and almost bloodshot.

  “I missed you,” she whispered.

  He kept his hands flat against the wall behind her. He wasn’t budging. Big Jay was right. Sandman was scared to open up his heart.

  “I wanted to make love to you, like I did with Big Jay and Duke.” She leaned forward to kiss his chest. She lowered herself down his body, kissing along his muscular chest, his belly, his ribs, and then his cock.

  He pulled up slightly to give her better access to his long, thick cock. She immediately pulled it into her mouth and drew in his shaft.

  His hands fell to her head. He gripped her tightly then stroked his cock slowly into her mouth.

  She held on to his chiseled thighs and allowed him to set the pace. He was awfully big, and there was no way his entire cock would fit down her throat, no matter how relaxed or hungry she was.

  As if sensing her inability to take it all in, he slowed his strokes, only giving her half his cock.

  “That feels good, baby.” He moaned and slowly moved his hips back and forth.

  She caressed his thighs, massaged him as she explored his body all the way to his ass. He was thick, wide with muscles, and she pressed her mouth closer, so she could reach halfway behind him and squeeze his ass. The man had an amazing ass.

  She caressed her way back, using her hands to massage his tight muscles before she cupped his balls in the palm of her hand and was soon lost in pleasing her man.

  Sandman suddenly pulled from her mouth, lifted her up and placed her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, felt her thighs trembling as she locked gazes with him.

  He held her face between his hands as he looked down into her eyes with love and compassion.

  “I’ve never.” He swallow
ed hard.

  This was difficult for him.

  “I love you, Sandman. I want to be with you and your brothers. I want you inside of me. It’s where I feel perfect and where life is perfect.”

  “Damn, Grace. That’s it. That’s what I feel, too.” He pressed his cock between her wet folds and pushed into her.

  She gripped his forearms as he pulled out of her then pushed back in. They held gazes and she saw the deep emotion in his eyes. She felt the connection to him with her heart and soul.

  He must have felt it, too, as he increased his speed and stroked her pussy over and over again, bending his body to penetrate her deeper. She was screaming his name, panting for breath when he exploded inside of her.

  “I love you. You’re mine forever.” He held her to him as the water sprayed over their bodies. She didn’t care how long they stayed in this position with him inside of her, just as long she could have him and his brothers forever.

  In the back of her mind, she sensed the feeling of foreboding. It was there, just at the edge of their happiness. The four of them wouldn’t have a future until the killer was found.

  Chapter 13

  “Are you kidding me? Of course she trusts us or we wouldn’t be in the position we are right now or feeling the way we do. She needs us, as much as we need her. That poor girl has been running scared for years and rightly so, I might add. She finally decides to come home and she’s faced with her sister’s murder again, nearly has her head shot off, touches evidence from a murder, is hauled off in disguise from her family and friends. Then she comes here and falls in love with us, starts pushing herself to solve these crimes along with us, never mind the anniversary of her sister’s death is tomorrow. No wonder she fainted,” Big Jay stated as he, Duke, and Sandman stood in the kitchen. It was late in the evening and they all dreaded what tomorrow may bring for Grace emotionally.

  “I feel like I don’t know what else I can do for her. I’m not sure she holds the key to catching this guy. I’d rather be protective and keep her out of the loop of everything. Ya know? Isolated from the entire case until this guy is caught,” Sandman admitted.

  “We feel the same way, but that’s not an option. She was good the last few days, coming up with a profile, trying to find something to help in the investigation. We can’t put a wall up now or that wall will go up between us and our relationship, too,” Duke said.

  “Yes, we have to stay focused. We need to be there for Grace because we’re in love with her and together we can protect her. Wrap things up so we can start focusing on each other. She obviously feels like she can help in some way. If these killings continue, you know what your superiors are going to want to do. This guy killed a cop. The feds are right there itching to take over this case,” Duke added.

  “I know that. I’ve been avoiding that thought for days. I also know who they sent in and he doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything he has to bulldoze over or use to get to the killer,” Sandman added. “They’ll want to use Grace as bait.” He rose from the chair.

  “You’re damn straight. You know you’ll have no control over that decision. We won’t be able to stop them, and knowing Grace, she’ll do it. She’s emotionally distraught and wants to be with her family. She wants a normal life,” Big Jay said then pushed an envelope across the table toward Sandman.

  “What’s this?”

  “I picked up these pictures Grace took last week. She had asked me to get them developed for her. She’s a great photographer. I’ve never seen pictures like these before,” Big Jay said.

  “She took some nice candid shots of us, but some amazing ones of you,” Duke added.

  Sandman sat at the island thinking about Grace as he opened the envelope.

  She had taken gorgeous pictures of the landscaping around the property along with individual pictures of the Koi in the pond as well as candid shots of Big Jay cooking and working and Duke trying to act cool. He chuckled as he scanned through the pictures. As he viewed each photograph he saw some of him that he hadn’t even known she had taken. The first one showed him sitting at his desk looking over some files. One showed him talking on the phone, holding his laptop on his lap, and drinking a cup of coffee.

  There was even one of him cooking in the kitchen, talking to his brothers.

  The pictures were great and he was impressed with Grace’s talent. He also had an instant thought that brought on worry and fear. She was a professional photographer. She had a career, a life in Europe. This visit to her family was for a wedding and she hadn’t planned on staying in the United States long. He couldn’t stand in the way of her career and what she so obviously loved and enjoyed doing.

  He looked at his brothers.

  “Once this is all over, we’ll work things out. We’ll figure out how she can continue her career as we continue ours.” Duke seemed as if he were trying to convince himself as he said the words

  “We need to stay focused. You can handle this, Sandman. You’re one of the best.” Big Jay gave his brother a squeeze on his shoulder.

  Sandman looked at the clock. They needed to head to bed. Tomorrow was going to be a doozy of a day.

  “We should get to bed. Grace doesn’t like to wake up alone,” he said as he numbly headed upstairs. His heart was heavy. His mind consumed with the case, with a future for his brothers, him, and Grace, and with finding the person who held the cards in his hands and ultimately held their fate.

  * * * *

  The agents were questioning suspects all night and had just begun a new list this morning. They were coming up with dead ends and wondered what to do next.

  Sarah walked into the police department and received warm welcomes from everyone that knew her. She headed toward Donald’s office to see if she could talk to her daughter or perhaps e-mail her.

  “Sarah, how are you?” Donald asked, as he rose from his chair and greeted her.

  Sarah smiled at Donald as she walked into the room. He was a handsome man and had become such a close friend of the family. She knew he would always be there for her and her children. God knew how much they adored him.

  She said hello and took a seat across from Donald’s desk.

  “Excuse the smell in here. The room was painted a few days ago but you can still smell the paint fumes,” he told her, and then gave that charismatic smile that was so Donald.

  “I thought I might e-mail Grace or perhaps call her? I’m not sure what I’m allowed to do. Would that be all right?” she asked hesitantly as Donald rose from his chair.

  “You can use this laptop right here, Sarah, and I think Detective Jim Warner is about to call Sandman soon. I have to leave for an hour or so but I’ll check with him and I’ll have one of the agents check up on you in a little while. How does that sound?” Donald asked as he pulled out his chair, offering for her to sit down.

  “Thank you, Donald. I’m so glad that you’re part of this investigation. You’ve been part of the family for years and all the kids look up to you,” she said, and he held her gaze. Donald was truly a handsome man. She often wondered why he never remarried after his wife had died. He held her gaze and a funny sensation filled her gut. She shyly looked toward the laptop on his desk

  “Let me go check with the detective and you get started.” He began to leave.

  Sarah grabbed his hand to stop him.

  “Thank you, Donald, for everything.” He smiled back, squeezing her hand.

  “Sarah, you know that you can always count on me right?” he asked her as she smiled and nodded yes before walking away.

  * * * *

  Donald felt his chest tighten as he stared at Sarah before leaving the room. He ran an unsteady hand through his hair. He was in love with a married woman. It was instant and happened the moment they met. She was way too good for Eric but there was nothing he could do about it. He heard they had some troubles and there was a rumor going around town that Eric had cheated on her on multiple occasions. He didn’t know if there was any truth to these r
umors but he knew that if she were his, he would love her, cherish her, and dedicate himself completely to her. He glanced back toward his office before heading to the elevator. Her heart was breaking and all he wanted to do was hold her, comfort her.

  Donald bumped into Jim and asked him to assist Sarah. He of course obliged as he headed into Donald’s office.

  * * * *

  “Thank you for your help, Jim. I can take it from here,” Sarah said as Jim gave her a soft smile. He was a good man. He was married and shared his wife with his best friend. Of course Sarah found it difficult to believe such relationships existed, but who was she to judge? Her own relationship with her husband was questionable. She had been denying the fact that he truly didn’t love her anymore. She even believed that Eric was cheating on her. She couldn’t confront him though. Then she would be left completely alone. Instead she submerged herself in her volunteer work and pretended pure happiness with Eric.

  She thought about Donald. Donald was so handsome, so kind and understanding. He always knew what she was thinking and what she needed. She couldn’t help but be attracted to him but she was a married woman and Eric was her husband. She pushed the thoughts from her mind as she sat down and began typing.

  * * * *

  Grace’s cousin Jamie had arrived home after food shopping. She was enjoying her new role as wife and career woman. It was her day off from the accounting firm where she worked as an office manager. She had taken the day off to go visit Sarah. It was the anniversary of Clara’s death today and she knew Grace was in protective custody. There was no way Sarah could speak to her on the phone and Jamie felt she should spend some time with her aunt. Sarah had planned to go by the police station to e-mail Grace and talk to Donald.

  Jamie had left Sarah’s house around an hour ago and decided to get the supplies she needed to cook dinner. She was planning on making a gourmet meal for her new husband Tod who was due home at around five this evening.