Gang of Broken Hearts

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Let’s do this,” Sunny said, and they slowly separated to surround the house and make their way inside.

  * * * *

  Ghost and Raven removed their shirts and stared at Dee lying on the bed. She didn’t know what to do to hold them off but she wouldn’t lay there and let them win. She would rather die then to be physically by them.

  Raven ran his palm along her belly. “You have an amazing body Dee. You’re going to have to keep this body perfect for us. That means working out, watching what you eat and accepting our rules.”

  “She’ll listen. There are ways to break her in,” Ghost said as he pulled the belt from his jeans and folded it in his hand before snapping it like a whip.

  She flinched and held his gaze. They would beat her into submission. She wasn’t stupid.

  “I don’t know, Ghost. I think Dee might like to act up and then get whipped by us. I could see it now, her ass all blistered and red and her begging to make things up.”

  Ghost slapped the belt against the side of the bed and she cried out.

  “No. Please don’t hurt me. Please,” she begged. Ghost smirked.

  “She’ll ease into her position as our woman quickly. It won’t take much. She has an idea of what we’re capable of don’t you, Dee?” Raven asked and then ran his hand along her neck, down her shoulder to her breast. When he pinched her nipple she cried out. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

  “Fuck, this is going to be fun. I get to fuck her ass first. I’ll cleanse her body of those dick soldiers she was screwing,” Raven said and began to undo his jeans. He stepped out of them as Ghost chuckled.

  “She’ll forget about them as soon as we’re inside of her. I’m certain,” Ghost added and then began to remove his jeans.

  “Wait,” she whispered, and Ghost gave her a stern look.

  “If I’m going to do this and submit to both of you, I want to be able to touch you, too. Why should you have all the pleasure?” she asked, voice shaking.

  Ghost clicked open the switchblade, making her flinch. He trailed the blade from her panties along her belly, between her breasts and then up to her wrists. He pressed his body over hers and kissed her. She fought the nauseous, disgusted feeling in her gut and then felt the ties part, and her hands fell to the bed.

  Ghost explored her body with his mouth, and she saw him drop the blade on the comforter then lick along her breasts, cupping them as Raven slid his hand along her belly then lower to her mound.

  She was shaking so hard as she ran her fingers through his hair and tugged.

  Raven pulled his hand out of her panties, and she felt her ankles part as the rope gave. He had a knife, too. How was she going to do this?

  Their hands were everywhere as she cried and forced herself to fight, to not let them win. She reached around on the comforter, panicking a moment when she didn’t feel the blade, but then her fingertips touched the metal, and she gripped it just as Raven pushed her thighs wider. She screamed as she clicked open the switchblade and stuck the knife into Ghost’s neck. He hollered, and Raven shot up, and so did she. She tumbled from the bed, scarred her knees and thighs along the hardwood floor, and cried out as Raven tackled her.

  He was striking her as Ghost approached, neck bleeding as he pulled the knife from his body and lunged toward her. She scrabbled to the left. The knife hit Raven, and he yelled then pounded on her. She turned over onto her belly, scrambling from beneath them when she heard yelling and then felt the slice to her side against her rib.

  She screamed so loudly her voice cracked and went hoarse as the burning pain hit her hard. Turning to look back, knowing she needed to escape, she saw Ghost with his arms raised above his head and the knife coming down toward her again. His neck was bleeding so much, and then the gunshots went off. He lunged downward, cutting her shoulder, and she screamed, and then another shot rang out.

  Her cheek was against the floor, the pain and burning getting worse and worse as she cried until she heard Hunter’s voice, then Sunny’s, Travis’s, and Marino’s voices as well.

  “Get pressure on that immediately,” Sunny yelled out, and Hunter caressed the hair from her cheek.

  “We’ve got you, baby. An ambulance is on its way. You’re safe. Be strong, love.”

  But she felt weak, tired, and her vision blurred.

  “No, Dee. Stay with us, baby. Stay with us,” Travis yelled, but she couldn’t. She was exhausted, and she blinked her eyes open and saw Sunny’s angry expression and what looked like fear in his eyes, and then she saw black.

  Epilogue

  Dee felt the lips against her neck and the warmth surrounding her. She panicked only a moment, and then she inhaled their familiar scent.

  “Easy, baby, it’s Hunter and Travis,” Hunter whispered as they did all the time now whenever they awoke her. For weeks after her recovery from the stab wounds, she’d woken up with nightmares or hit one of them in her sleep thinking it was Raven or Ghost. Her men were being so good, so caring. Well, mostly they were. Sunny and Marino got upset seeing her react to them in that way and seeing her scared.

  “Where are Sunny and Marino?” she whispered as she rolled to her back, the ache from her wound only slightly sore now. She’d survived, and having the scar didn’t matter to her. These men did.

  “They’re coming,” Travis said as he pressed her thighs apart and slowly moved between them.

  She ran her hand through his brown hair. Hunter licked across her nipple and then kissed her mouth as Travis licked her pussy.

  She widened her thighs and then felt his fingers thrust up into her. Hunter released her lips.

  “Please. I need both of you.”

  “Be careful with her. It’s still too soon,” Sunny said, joining them.

  Hunter released her lips and sat up. Travis pulled his fingers from her cunt then gently lifted her up.

  “She’s okay, Sunny. We all need this.” He placed her on top of Hunter.

  She sank down onto Hunter’s cock and exhaled.

  “Oh God, that feels so good,” she said, and Hunter smiled as he cupped her cheek then brought her lower to kiss her.

  She rocked her hips then felt the cool liquid against her anus. She pushed back and then felt Travis’s cock press in.

  “Yes, Travis. I need you,” she whispered and then pushed back as he pushed forward until she felt the pop.

  “Oh yeah.” Hunter moaned, and then the three of them began to move.

  She felt her belly tighten, and despite the ache in her side, she wanted, needed, them harder, deeper.

  “More. Harder,” she cried out.

  “I’ve got something more for you right here,” Marino said, bringing his cock to her lips.

  She opened immediately and licked the tip then base, just like Marino liked it. He grunted, and his expression hardened as if he were being tortured. She hid her smile. Every day she learned more and more about her men. Their desires, their weaknesses during sex, and she wanted to please them and love them forever.

  She sucked Marino’s cock in sync to Hunter’s and Travis’s thrusts. Her body erupted, and so did Marino’s then Travis’s.

  She licked Marino clean, and he fell backward, cursing at the sensitivity he felt and then praising her mouth before he reached up and kissed her deeply. Travis slid from her ass, and then Hunter rolled her to her back and began to seek his own climax. She moaned and shook as another orgasm erupted, and she cried out, grabbing onto his sides and running her fingernails along his skin and muscles the way he liked it.

  “Yeah, baby, more. I love feeling those nails dig into me when I’m fucking you.”

  “Oh God, Hunter. Oh!” She cried out, and he came, grunting and rocking into her.

  He kissed along her neck and then her lips.

  “I love you, baby,” he said.

  “I love you, too,” she replied, and then he eased out of her.

  She locked gazes with Sunny. She swallowed hard, and she wondered what he would do. Would he make love t
o her, or would he hold back, still feeling as though he’d failed her? They had talked about getting married, and she was thrilled but asked them to give her a little time to get over everything that had happened. She didn’t want to have the memory of the abduction and attack on her mind. She was having fewer nightmares, and soon she could focus on all the love her men gave her and on being their wife.

  He leaned over and lifted her up into his arms. He didn’t say a word as he carried her from the bedroom to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

  He got her under the spray and pressed her against the wall in the shower. He looked conflicted, as though he had so much on his mind. She ran her hands along his waist then over his lower back to his ass. She squeezed his ass, and he suckled her neck. She felt his hard cock against her belly and rubbed herself against it. Wanting it. Needing him to fill her next.

  She’d learned that Sunny, like his brothers, his team, was hard and fought against feeling emotions. He was a Marine, and Marines were tough. He didn’t want to show vulnerability or even expose himself to weakness, but he was human and needed to know she loved him no matter what and accepted that hardness and that Marine attitude.

  She ran her hands up his chest and moaned as he suckled her breast then stroked her cunt.

  “I love you so much, Sunny. I’ve never loved like this before. You and the others saved me, and I’ll never forget it.”

  He pulled his fingers from her cunt and tapped his forehead to the shower wall as if frustrated.

  “Sunny?” She kissed his chest, trying to ease that anger from him.

  “You never should have been placed in that danger.”

  “No one knew that Keller knew Raven and Ghost. It was out of your control and mine.”

  “You were going to take your own life. Those men touched you and tried to kill you. We could have lost the only women we ever loved.”

  She thought she saw tears in his eyes, but he looked away. It struck her heart so hard that she felt her own eyes tear. She stood up on tiptoes and climbed his body until he lifted her so she straddled his waist, and she kissed him.

  As she pulled back, she grabbed his cheeks and held his gaze.

  “All of that is behind us. You can’t live with the what-ifs or think about what could have happened. You need to live for today and for tomorrow and for all the things you hope for and dream to have. We’re together now, and no one will ever tear us apart.”

  “And your father? What about him wanting you to return to Dallas and to not be involved in us?”

  “I told him where I stood. That I love the four of you and that I’m happy. He let me go, and he’ll never come between us. All he ever really wanted was for me to be happy and to live a safe life. I would never have that in Dallas. I can have everything I want and need here in Pearl with you and your brothers.”

  He kissed her lips and then held her gaze.

  “I love you. I promise to never fail you again.”

  “You’re failing me right now,” she told him.

  He scrunched his eyebrows together firmed his lips.

  “How?”

  She reached under them and held his cock then aligned it with her pussy.

  “We’ve been in this shower for five minutes at least, and you’re still not making love to me.”

  His frown turned to a smile. He gripped her hips and held her gaze. “Okay, wise-ass. You asked for it.”

  Dee gasped as Sunny thrust into her in one full, hard stroke. From there on out, he rocked his hips and fucked her so hard, so deeply she screamed her release and held on tight.

  “I love you Dee. I love you forever,” he said, and she held on to him, hugged his neck, and suckled his skin. Then she told him she loved him, too, as he shook and came.

  She loved her American soldiers with all her heart, and she was grateful to have come to Pearl and learned to live a happy life instead of one controlled by fear and uncertainty. She’d never thought she would find love in one man, never mind four she could trust with all her heart and soul. They were heroes, her heroes, and she would love them for the rest of her life.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

  My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.

  Being that my momma’s families were descendants of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.

  Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

  I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

  Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

  Enjoy Soldiers of Pearl 4: Gang of Broken Hearts and allow your imagination to soar freely.

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