“I knew someone was behind me but not that it was you. What’s going on?” she asked, not understanding his concern at all.
He stepped closer, eyed her over, the way the tight long-sleeve navy blue shirt enhanced her baby blue eyes. She was well endowed and then some but had slender legs, a perfectly round ass, and stood about five feet five. He towered over her at six feet four.
“You should be more careful. Anyone could follow you and try something while you’re not really paying attention.”
She rolled her eyes at him. At him, a drill instructor and training commander for Sons of Justice. Seriously?
“Is that why you stopped me, Quantico? To give me some brotherly advice?” she asked, eyeing him over as she said brotherly.
He gave it right back to her, stepped closer, and looked her body over then held her gaze. She gulped. “The last thing I want to be is your brother, Kendra,” he said firmly.
She stared up at him and then worried her bottom lip but only for a second.
“Well then, I appreciate the friendly concern about my lack of street awareness. Hopefully no other soldiers of Sons of Justice come sniffing around and catch me off guard. Have a good day.” She turned to head to her front door, and he was shocked at her response. Holy shit the woman was tough. He followed her as she pushed the flowerpot to the side, located a key, and then unlocked her door before placing the kept back under the pot.
“Seriously? That isn’t too smart.”
She opened her front door and looked over her shoulder at him.
“You’re still here? What is this, reprimand Kendra day?” she asked with attitude.
She stood in the doorway. He pressed closer. “I worry about you, Kendra. I know you were upset at what happened to Sam. I wanted to stop by to talk to you about it.”
Her eyes glazed over with emotions, and she nodded then exhaled as the house phone rang. “Excuse me a moment. Come on in.”
He stepped inside her pretty little house, a cottage with two bedrooms and decorated very neatly. He closed the door and then watched her bend over the desk looking for something as she spoke on the phone. Her ass looked incredible in the spandex pants. Whoever invented those pants was a genius.
She glanced back at him, and he didn’t want her to catch him staring. Damn, he was losing his touch or he’d just been out of the flirting and dating scene for so long that he didn’t know how to be nonchalant and smooth.
He looked at the coffee table, noticing magazines on business, outdoor sports and recreation catalogues, and pictures of different survival backpacks, hip packs, and small devices like pocket knives, fire starters, and other things. He lifted it up and saw the catalogue and online site.
“I’ll take care of that within the hour, and you can expect it to ship out this afternoon. Yes, of course. I appreciate the business, Brian. I hope they can get to you in time for the rush order. It’s so cool that your clients are going to Switzerland. Fantastic. Thanks.”
She ended the call.
“Switzerland, huh?” he asked and then glanced back at the catalogue intrigued by the items and the colors of things. It was pretty cool stuff.
“Yes. They’re lucky to be going.” She looked at him.
“This is a cool catalogue. I’ve never seen anything like this before.” She stepped closer, and he felt a mix of emotions, that need to touch her, inhale her scent, and then feelings of being too old, too seasoned for her. His team—Leather, Stone, and Walker—felt the same way he did, but they were attracted to her. They still did missions for Sons of Justice, besides training for new and seasoned soldiers. They were hardcore, tough, hell, rough around the insides and through and through. So why was he here? Why was he trying to spend time with her?
She took the magazine catalogue from his hand.
He stared at her. “Have you spoken to Sam lately?” he asked, trying to make his brain work.
She put the catalogue down. “She’s with her men and hopefully safe.”
“Why would you say hopefully? Reeves, Flint, Tiny, and Big John are good men. They care a lot about Sam.”
“I know they do. She’s got to be careful though. I know their intentions are good and this is how things work around here, but she still should take things slow. You know, no need to rush into anything just because there’s an attraction as well as some danger.”
She went to move, and he touched her hand, held it, and she gasped, widened her eyes, and her face flushed. So she was attracted to him, too? Thank God. His confidence went up a notch, and that insecure feeling of being out of the dating thing for a while disappeared.
“Sam needs looking after. She’s a beautiful young woman and didn’t deserve what happened to her.”
“Does anyone deserve it? Bad treatment? Abuse? Neglect? The struggles of life? I don’t think so. What’s your point?” she asked him.
“Why do you sound so bitter, like you’ve experienced the things you mentioned?” he asked, and her eyes went wide. She lowered her head and turned away, trying to step from him, but he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest.
“Quantico.” When she said his name, that look of intimidation on her face, the fire in her eyes, and the beauty of her was too much.
“Fuck it.” He pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her.
She didn’t pull back. Instead, she shocked him when she kissed him back and ran her fingers along his waist and up his back as he gripped her hair and head and plunged his tongue in deeper. He moved her back toward the couch and lowered her down, keeping one knee on the floor as not to crush her. She was so feminine and lost underneath him. She moaned into his mouth, and he slid his palm up to her breast, shocked at how large she was. Way more than a handful and he had big hands. He slid his palm under her bra against her bare skin and pulled from her mouth to lower down and suckle her breast. He shoved her bra over and sucked hard.
“Oh God, Quantico! Shit, what the hell are we doing?”
He pulled his mouth from her breast, cupped her cheeks, and held her gaze. “What we both have been wanting to do. Explore this attraction.” He saw the concern in her eyes or maybe apprehension, and he pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her again.
There wasn’t enough room on the couch so he pulled her with him to the rug, and she lay half over his chest as their lips parted. She stared down at him as she lifted up, straddling his hips. He held hers and stroked against her skin, her ribs, then up to her breasts. She closed her eyes.
“Kiss me, Kendra,” he commanded.
She stared at him, and he massaged her breasts harder, kneading them.
She ran her palms up and down his chest and then under his shirt. As her bare hands touched his bare skin, he hissed.
“Fucking kiss me now, Kendra,” he ordered firmly.
Her eyes widened, and she lowered down and kissed him. He couldn’t stand it, couldn’t go slow, and he ran his hand up under her hair and rolled her to the side, covering half her body with his. He kissed her with passion, with need, and then pulled from her mouth, keeping her wrists bound above her head, and he used his other hand to push her top up as he maneuvered his tongue into her bra, suckling and kissing her breast. She was moaning, panting, and trying to pull from his hold. He lifted from her breasts.
“Lie still. I want to taste you,” he said to her.
“We should stop.”
“Hell no. We’ve wanted this. Leather, Stone, and Walker want you, too.” He started pushing down her spandex pants.
“What?” she asked, and he lifted up to come closer to her mouth as he maneuvered his palm down her pants and right to her cunt.
“Oh.”
He slid a finger into her wet channel.
He held her gaze. “We all want you. Want to explore this sexy body and this attraction we feel. You want it, too, don’t you, baby?” He pressed his mouth to hers as he thrust his fingers into her cunt. She rocked her hips and moaned into his mouth.
He squeeze
d her wrists and then released them to look at her.
“Undo your bra. Let me see your sexy breasts.”
She gulped and then closed her eyes and moaned as he continued to thrust his fingers into her pussy. As she slowly began to undo her bra, he maneuvered above her, pushed her pants lower to gain better access to her and spread her thighs wider.
“Oh God.” She moaned, and her breasts released from her bra, and his eyes widened. She was a centerfold model.
“Holy fuck, you are a gorgeous woman. Gorgeous.” He lowered down to take a taste as he pumped his fingers faster.
He felt her fingers run through his hair, and then she was gripping his head as she cried out her release. He lowered down her body from her breasts to her pussy and suckled her clit, pushed her panties and spandex to her ankles, and then lifted her legs over his head and neck, her legs locked behind him with her spandex at her ankles, and he explored further. He licked and suckled her cream and then slid his tongue over her asshole then back to her cunt.
“Oh God, Quantico. Quantico!” she exclaimed, and he slid a finger into her cunt and then spread the cream over her asshole and pushed it into her.
“Oh!” she cried out and came again. He suckled some more and then lifted up and stared at her.
“I need more. You’re driving me wild,” he said to her.
She stared at him.
“I’m not going to have sex with you. We aren’t even dating. I’m not that easy,” she said to him.
“It feels good. We both want to.”
He eased from under her legs. He wasn’t going to push her. He exhaled and tried reining in the throbbing in his cock. When she lifted up and pushed him to the side, he thought she was going to get up, but instead, she straddled his waist and lowered down to kiss his mouth and then pushed up his shirt and did some exploring of her own. He ran his palms along her hips, up and down her slender thighs, and then to her hair as she undid his pants, pulled his engorged cock from confinement, and began to feast on him as he had done to her. Fire. His body was on fire, his cock super fucking hard, and she licked it, sucked it, and moaned.
“You’re so big. Holy God. I’m impressed, Quantico,” she said, sounding experienced with cocks.
Did that bother him? Fuck no. He had experience with a woman’s body more than he would ever let on. Forty years old, twenty years in the service as a marine, and women threw themselves at him. He gripped her hair as she sucked him down, bobbed her head up and down, and then he relaxed his body, enjoyed every second, and tried not to think about other men who got to fuck this woman, have her pleasure them. Fuck no. He was jealous, pissed off, and he rocked upward into her mouth. She accepted his dominance and sucked harder, faster, and he couldn’t take it. Her breasts pressed against his bare skin, and her mouth sucked faster and faster.
“I’m coming, baby,” he warned her, giving her time to release him if she wasn’t going to swallow. But she didn’t move. She gripped his thighs and sucked harder, and he shot his seed down her throat, and she swallowed. She didn’t pull back at all.
As she licked him clean, he watched her, held her shoulder, and then he yanked her up closer, plunged his tongue into her mouth, and rolled her to the side. He cupped her breast as he pulled back. “You’re something else, Kendra. This was unexpected.”
She stared at him.
“Don’t get so serious on me, Quantico. Nothing more can come of this,” she said, shocking him. She went to move, and he slid his thigh over her between her legs and narrowed his eyes at her.
“You don’t think so? After that? After what we were feeling and this attraction?”
“Nothing can come of it. I don’t date soldiers, and I certainly won’t be claimed by any. It was fun. It’s not a huge deal, and we didn’t have sex, so don’t look at me like that.”
“Well, I am fucking shocked.”
“It never should have happened, but it did. I can’t give more. I’m sorry, Quantico, but I’m not capable of giving more. You deserve better. Someone who can commit to you and your team fully. It isn’t me.” She started to move to get free, and he was shocked as he moved to the side, watched her get up, and straighten herself out. He did the same, zipped up his pants and stared at her with so many freaking questions. Then she was ushering him out the door, and he saw the tears in her eyes.
“This isn’t over, Kendra. Not by a long shot.”
“Please don’t make me regret this.”
“Regret this? Never, but it isn’t over.”
“It has to be,” she said to him, and he wasn’t accepting that. Not by a long shot.
Chapter Seven
Sam’s relief that no one was home at the house in Cadenville was short-lived. Cass was out cold on the couch in the living room as the baby slept in the playpen. Evan was who Sam would miss the most.
Cass awoke at the sound of the door opening and more footsteps. As she lifted up, her eyes widened and she took in the sight of all four large men. She fixed her hair and didn’t bother adjusting her top. It gaped open, revealing not only her breasts but love bites.
“Thank God you’re okay. I was so worried, Sam.” She stood up and lifted her top, pretending she was fixing her skirt as she licked her lips and stared at Big John, Tiny, Flint, and Reeves.
“I don’t have anything to say to you, Cass. I’m taking my stuff and moving out.”
“Moving out?” Cass questioned as Tiny and Reeves followed Sam up the stairs. Sam stopped and looked back down.
“Yeah. I’m done. I’m just grabbing my things. I’ll leave the furniture. Don’t need it anyway.” She continued up the stairs.
Tiny followed her, and Reeves looked around the place, making sure no one was upstairs in any rooms. They looked like they were in soldier mode as they swept the upper floor, and she was certain that Big John and Flint did the same downstairs.
She entered the bedroom, and she was not too surprised to see the bouquets of roses, a big teddy bear that said “I Love You,” or the lingerie on the bed.
“What the fuck?” Tiny asked and looked at the lingerie.
She rolled her eyes and quickly went about grabbing things.
“What is this shit?” Reeves asked her as she took out another bag and filled it with clothes and then some money she had.
“Vinny’s way of telling me he wants me back. Expects me to be lying on that bed wearing that lingerie when he shows up. Which would be when Cass calls him and says I’m here.” She continued to grab things. She didn’t have that much.
“Oh really?” Tiny asked. “I say we wait for the fucker. Tell Cass to make the fucking call.” Tiny cracked his knuckles. She swallowed hard. They both looked so pissed off.
“She isn’t making any calls with Big John and Flint down there. She more than likely is probably hitting on them as we speak.”
Tears hit her eyes, and she lifted the bag and then went to grab other things when Reeves grabbed her upper arm then cupped her cheeks and held her face.
“We love you. We will protect you always. This will be behind you soon enough,” he said firmly.
A tear fell, and she nodded. Her nose clogged up. “I know. I love you, too.”
He winked, kissed her tenderly, and then released her.
“How about jewelry? Any pictures?” Tiny asked.
“I don’t have any real jewelry.” She continued walking around the room.
“We’ll start bringing this stuff to the truck. Remember, anything you want to bring, you bring,” Reeves told her, and he and Tiny began to move what she packed and headed out of the room.
It was so quiet there for a minute, and then as she bent down to pick up shoes and throw them into bags, she heard her sister.
“How could you leave me? Who are these men? They’re like older and mean looking, too.”
“They’re friends of mine, and it isn’t any of your business.”
“How could you do this to me and Evan? We need you to protect us.”
“You n
eed to protect yourself and get away from Jerry. You didn’t protect me. You used me, Cass. Wanted me to sleep with your man. That’s sick.”
“I made up for that mistake you made. Denying Jerry sex. I made him happy,” Cass said, and Sam grabbed the last set of bags as Tiny walked into the room. Cass looked way up at him, and then she must have seen Sam smile.
“You’re cheating on Vinny and fucking him?” she asked, and Tiny narrowed his eyes at Cass but didn’t leave the room completely.
“He isn’t any of your business. Keep your eyes off of him and the other three. I told you I was finished, and I meant it.” She pulled the bag onto her shoulder.
“Vinny will hunt you down and use his skills to make you pay for cheating on him.”
Sam swallowed hard.
“He won’t be hunting down anyone. It’s been over for months. Take care of Evan at least, if you’re not willing to take care of yourself.” As she walked by, Cass grabbed her arm.
She whispered into her ear.
“He’ll take it out on Mom and me. Him and Jerry are doing business with Lank, and they will find you. You can never hide. Then you’ll live with my death, with Evan’s and mom’s forever. Vinny will hunt you down to the ends of the earth. He just left that stuff for you. Don’t go with these men. Tell them to leave. Get into that lingerie, lay on that bed, and wait for your man. For the man that owns you.”
Sam felt sick, angry as she yanked her arm free.
She glanced at Tiny, who hadn’t heard a word, but by the scowl on his face at Sam’s expression, he knew whatever Cass said was bad and had affected her. Sam straightened her shoulders and felt the deep pain in her stomach and her heart as she held her sister’s gaze. Her sister. It was sick, this situation, the fact that as she left today she would be alone with no family ever again. She was relying on her gut, her heart, her love for her four men to be all she would ever need and that they would help her get through this. She started to shake but hid it as best she could, and Sam walked out of the room, tears streaming down her cheeks the second her back was to her sister. Reeves, Big John, and Flint stared at her with anger and concern.
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