The American Soldier Collection 7: Their Sin City Showgirl (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  He chuckled as he gripped her hips and thrust upward.

  She gasped and then leaned down and kissed him hard on the mouth. She was running her fingers through his hair, as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing his palm over her lower back and ass. She climbed up higher, spreading her thighs wider as she countered his thrusts.

  The moment Lincoln touched her from behind, she slowed down.

  “Nice and easy, baby. Don’t mind me. You just keep pleasuring the chief,” Lincoln said and a couple of chuckles went through the room.

  * * * *

  J.J. felt so wired right now. She couldn’t seem to get enough of Conway, or relieve the sensation burning in her cunt. With every thrust it felt as if it grew deeper and a greater need grew inside of her.

  She felt the cool liquid against her puckered hole again and pulled her mouth from Conway’s.

  “Easy now, baby. Just relax, and let it happen,” Conway said. She laid her face against the crook in Conway’s neck, and felt her breath get caught in her throat. She was oversensitive now. She zoned in on the feel of Conway’s thick, hard cock deep inside her pussy, the way his warm, large palm stretched across her lower back and ass, and how Lincoln’s fingers felt as they pushed through the tight rings and instantly brought a burning then pleasurable sensation.

  Conway’s strong arms held her as he thrust upward.

  “Your ass is so beautiful. I love that my one hand can expand over most of it,” Lincoln stated and then caressed her ass cheek as he thrust his fingers in her ass.

  J.J. lifted up, against Conway’s hold, and thrust back. “Oh, God, please, Lincoln. I need.”

  Conway moved his hands up her hips and back to her face and head. He cupped her there and stared into her eyes.

  “We know exactly what you need,” Conway said.

  Lincoln pulled his fingers from her ass, and she felt the loss as she moaned and then pushed back again.

  Lincoln’s palm was on her ass then over her hip. She felt the tip of his cock against the sacred bud.

  “This is fucking perfect. Here I come, baby. Here I come,” Lincoln said and she tightened up as she closed her eyes. She felt nothing.

  No one moved, and she popped her head up and stared at Conway. He was shaking his head at her as if reprimanding her. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. No tightening up. This is not to cause you pain, but to bring you pleasure. You want this, remember? You feel that deep hunger and need inside, don’t you, baby?” Conway asked and then pulled on her nipple. She parted her lips and relaxed her belly and ass.

  “Feel it? Chase after that hunger and take all that you can,” he whispered and then thrust upward. She tried to calm her breathing and focus on the sensations instead of the fear of the unknown.

  “Nice and easy,” Lincoln told her. The feel of his long hard fingers massaging her ass cheeks, combined with Conway’s thrusts, had her moaning and releasing her own cream.

  “Oh,” she moaned.

  “Ride him. Rock those hips and take his cock as deep as you can,” Lincoln said, and she did. She rose up and then lowered back down taking him to her womb. Up and down she continued to try and scratch that itch, that hunger she was getting closer and closer to but not reaching. Her breasts were moving with every thrust, and she felt so sexy and alive with desire.

  She felt the bulbous tip of Lincoln’s cock at her anus and then him slowly push through.

  “Oh, God. Oh, my God!” She moaned and then slowly moved back against Lincoln’s cock.

  “Beautiful. Your ass is taking my cock all the way in, baby. Keep it up. Take what you need. Fuck,” Lincoln blurted out as he held on to her shoulders. Conway pressed up and J.J. pressed down and back.

  There was a shift in thought in her mind. She wanted to please them. She wanted these strong, muscular, sexually stimulating men deep inside of her. She wanted to bond, to make love, and complete the trio they were building.

  Back and forth she tried to take both men deeper. She was losing focus, the sensations rocking her body and causing an eruption of sorts inside of her.

  “Too fucking tight. Oh Fuck. I can’t go slow. I can’t,” Lincoln ground out through what sounded like clenched teeth.

  “Then don’t. Fuck me harder, Lincoln, Conway. Take all of me. I need it. I need this,” she said, and Lincoln kissed her shoulder before he grabbed on to her hips and thrust into her ass, balls deep. She was panting for air as the two men countered their strokes. One would shove in as one shoved out, making her long for both of them together. In and out they alternated thrusts. She felt every inch of their cocks enter her and then pull out. Her pussy felt so swollen and then there was this deep sensation and she knew if they just kept moving, she would reach that point of no return.

  “Faster. Oh, God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she told them and both men picked up the pace. She moaned along with them. They called her name, as they pumped their hips. She felt their hands everywhere and she felt on the edge of something wonderful. She moved with them, countering their strokes until her body tightened like a bow and she exploded in pure bliss.

  Conway thrust upward and came soon after her, calling her name as he pulled her down and nuzzled her neck. The move made her thighs spread wider and Lincoln slapped her ass as he fucked her harder and faster. She was so damn wet, and the orgasm just kept going and going, when finally Lincoln came hard and furious, calling her name. “J.J.!”

  Her ears were ringing, and she could hardly concentrate on the movement around the room. She felt Lincoln kiss her shoulder and then pull slowly from her body. Conway rolled her to her side, pulling from her pussy and cupping her breast.

  “Amazing. That was so amazing.”

  She stared at him, her heart racing, her body a bit sore. “I don’t think I can move.” They chuckled.

  “I’ve got you, baby. I get to take care of you now,” Brook said. She turned to look at him. Big wide shoulders, muscles galore, trailed down to a narrow waist with ridges of stomach muscles. His brown hair and deep brown eyes held her gaze as he smiled. “Come on. My turn to make love to you.” He scooped her up into his arms and carried her out of the room. She laid her head against his chest as she looked at the others. They were all watching her, and they all looked so happy, it scared her. She didn’t want them to get hurt. She wanted them safe. What if she just made matters worse?

  * * * *

  Brook started the shower after he set J.J. down on the counter on top of a towel.

  After getting all the showerheads into position, lower so that they would reach J.J. perfectly, he stood in front of her. She immediately placed her hands on his chest and ran her palms over his muscles.

  “You look tired,” he told her.

  “You’d be, too,” she said and then winked. He smiled. Trailing a finger along her collarbone and down her arm, he thought she had an amazing body, like that of the perfect sculpture. Her defined arms, large breasts, and flat belly were very sexy.

  “I love the feel of your skin and touching your curves.” He cupped her breast and stared at the nipple, before tugging it.

  “You have a great body, too, Brook. So many muscles,” she said and then ran her palms over his skin. His cock jerked upward.

  “I need you.”

  She turned to look down on the counter to where the condom package sat. Lifting it up, she smiled at him.

  “I need you, too,” she whispered.

  He took the condom from her hands, opened it, and then placed it on his shaft. He lifted her up and kissed her hard on the mouth as she straddled his waist. Walking to the right, he stepped into the oversized shower, and the warm water sprayed their flesh. She pulled from his mouth and moaned.

  “Oh, God, it feels so good.”

  “I’ve got something that will feel even better.” He pressed her against the tile wall under the main spray of the shower. The other showerheads continued to hit their bodies, making their skin slick.

  He held her gaze as he pushed between her wet folds
. J.J. lowered down, taking him in. They both moaned and then pressed their foreheads together.

  “God, you feel like heaven.” His arms wrapped her tightly as she lifted up and thrust back down while holding on to his shoulders and head. His mouth was against her upper breast and he took the opportunity to lick and suck her skin. The water flowed between them as he began to make love to her, thrusting his cock deeper on every stroke. The water splashed between their bodies and soon he was pounding into her, trying to relieve his need to have all of her.

  “Oh!” she moaned, tilting her head back, exposing her throat. The bruising tugged at his heart, a need to protect her from future harm feeding his inner ego. He’d never loved a woman before. Never cared for one so much that he wanted to wrap her in armor and keep her hidden from the world so that he would never lose her. With J.J. the thoughts came rushing through him on every stroke of his cock in her cunt, and every moan of pleasure from her lips.

  They were both moaning and thrusting. Her nails dug into his shoulders and then she kissed his mouth, plunging her tongue inside and muffling his moans. He grew harder and penetrated deeper as she widened her legs and stuck her heels into his ass. He moved a hand over her ass cheeks and then pressed a finger to her anus. She bucked on his cock and he held her tight in his arms and snug against the wall.

  He stroked deeper while his finger thrust into her ass and she screamed her release. Two more thrusts and he was on his way to exploding inside of her when she pinched his nipple.

  “Fuck!” He roared and then pounded again and again as he lost it inside of her.

  Holy shit. Their woman was filled with surprises. And yes, she was their woman.

  He grabbed her face and kissed her mouth. She grabbed him back, covering his hands with hers as the water continued to spray them. He released her lips and stared down into her eyes.

  “You are incredible.”

  She smiled and then she hugged him, and he never thought a hug could feel so right and fill such a gap in his heart that he had trained himself to ignore. She was special, and he would do everything in his power to prove it to her.

  Chapter 6

  Commander Frank Reynolds held the revolver in his hand. He knew that someone was in his home. He sensed it, as he called it into the department, directly to those he trusted. He had just finished showering and was getting ready for bed. It had been a long day downtown in the FBI headquarters. The few agents he trusted along with some detective friends were there too. He was the only one who knew where J.J. was, and that information was going to stay with him.

  Frank called in his own team of friends and agents he trusted, as well as Sandman. It seemed that Sandman and his buddies knew a lot of people. Information was piling up on Congressman Dooley and the McCue brothers.

  He heard something coming from downstairs. He slowly made his way down there, as the sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance. There was a crash to the right at the bottom of the stairs and he turned to see the man with the gun. The man fired a shot, and it missed Frank as he ducked and rolled then took two shots at the masked man. One hit his shoulder the other hit the wall behind the guy.

  “Freeze right there, asshole,” Frank stated.

  The guy ran toward the window, and as he crashed through it, Frank fired his weapon again.

  He ran toward the broken bay window and saw the masked man lying over the bushes. Glass was everywhere as the police showed up. He turned around in time to see why the man had broken into his home.

  The old chest of photographs was spewed about the floor. Pictures of J.J. with Anthony, and some with him and other friends. There was a knife stuck into the coffee table along with a note. Frank moved closer. His breath caught in his throat as the police entered the home. There was a note and a picture.

  Give up Jacobs, or this one is next. There was a picture of Frank’s lover, Janelle, a detective in the police department and a friend of J.J.’s. They had been dating for months and were trying to keep it under wraps. He panicked as he pulled out his cell phone. He called her immediately as a few of his friends arrived on scene. He held up his finger and pointed to the table. They looked at it and then at him, as the phone kept ringing, but Janelle didn’t answer.

  Finally, right before he was going to hang up or let it go to voice mail, he heard her voice. “Janelle, where are you?”

  “I’m out with friends. What’s going on?”

  “Someone broke into my home.”

  “Oh, my God, are you okay?”

  “Yes. I need you to get over here right away. Are you carrying?” he asked her.

  “What do you think?”

  He smiled. “That’s my girl. Be on alert. I’ll fill you in when you get here.”

  “Oh, shit.”

  “Exactly. Get here and be careful.”

  “I got it.”

  He disconnected the call.

  As he looked around the room, and at all the pictures in the chest, he knew that someone close to him had given a tip about that chest and about Janelle. But who? These guys were getting desperate. They’d probably found out about evidence piling up against Congressman Dooley. He was going down. They just needed a little more time. Now he wondered what he was going to do about Janelle. At least J.J. was safe, and no one would find her out there.

  Hell, this guy was ready to kill him if necessary. It seemed that Frank might be in some need of protection now, too.

  * * * *

  J.J. held the towel around her body. She had taken a few minutes to dry her hair while Brook went to get some clothes.

  As she looked in the mirror, she saw the red marks on her breasts and little love bites along her skin. They stood out more than the bruises and she smiled. Calder, Brook, Conway, and Lincoln were amazing lovers. She blushed just thinking about what she’d done with them. She was lucky to have been placed here with them, and not with some other people that weren’t trustworthy. When she thought about that, she felt the bit of anxiety hit her gut.

  She had conditioned herself to trust no one. Being an undercover officer meant relying on yourself and what you knew from seeing it with your own eyes. Gut instincts played a huge role in her job, and if she had truly been listening to her gut instincts that night at the casino, she would have declined the offer to have dinner with the McCues. But that was why she was there. She needed to infiltrate the organization and decipher who the rapists and killers were. Marlee, Denise, and even Tara had died horrible deaths. J.J. closed her eyes and thought about Tara and the scene that had unfolded before her.

  Did Marlee suffer the same thing? Had Dooley raped her, played out his fantasy act, and then slit her throat? All while others looked on, laughing, enjoying their drinks and their own women? It made her sick. She could have died there in that room. Dooley could have chosen her. The McCues could have sexually assaulted her right at the table, with hands between her thighs and nowhere for her to escape. As she thought about it now, it almost felt like a movie, and she was watching everything happening. Yet, she felt it all, too. She felt the strange, male fingers pressing her thighs apart. The only protection was the dress she wore, but even that failed to protect her from their touch. They were going to make her go up to their room. They’re going to rape me.

  “J.J.?”

  She heard Conway’s voice just as she saw him standing in the doorway watching her. His expression was dark, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He looked upset. She swallowed hard.

  “I’m all done,” she said and placed the dryer under the counter, but before she stood back up, Conway pulled her into his arms.

  “How many times did I say your name?” he asked her.

  Her eyes widened. Had she truly zoned out entirely and not heard him? But hadn’t he just appeared?

  “J.J.”

  “Once,” she whispered.

  “No. I called your name several times.”

  “No. No you didn’t. The dryer was on. I must have not heard you.”

 
“The dryer was off. It had been for a few minutes. We waited, thinking that you were coming out to the bedroom, but you didn’t come,” Brook added as he showed up in the bathroom now, too.

  “So what? Why are you bothering me about this?” She tried to pull from Conway’s embrace, but instead he hugged her tighter. He kissed along her neck, and his arms, like vise grips wrapped tightly around her waist.

  “You spoke out loud,” Brook stated.

  She panicked. She tried to remember what she’d said, what her thoughts were.

  “You said, they are going to rape me.”

  Her heart felt as if it dropped to her gut. She closed her eyes and stopped fighting Conway. He lifted her up, and she straddled his waist despite the towel nearly falling from her body. She didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t want to share any information with them. She couldn’t.

  Conway sat down on the edge of the bed, and she saw Lincoln and Calder standing there, dressed in jeans, no shirts or socks. Their hair looked damp from their showers. She lifted up and grabbed the towel before it fell.

  “I should go get dressed,” she whispered.

  Conway caressed her back with his hands. The towel fell and he stared at her.

  * * * *

  Conway had a thousand different scenarios going through his head and none of them were pretty. Had J.J. been raped? Is that what happened to her? It didn’t seem possible with the way she gave herself to them with such passion and desire. He thought about the war in Afghanistan, and being stationed in different areas to come into the villages and capture potential terrorists and bombers. Sometimes he and his team showed up in villages that were raided by terrorist groups looking to put fear in the villagers. They raped the women, killed men and even children. It was horrific.

  “I want to know what you meant by saying that. If we did something to bring back some memory—”

  “No. No, Conway, I wasn’t raped,” she stated firmly and then held his gaze and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. He was going to push but her expression appeared like she was about to respond.