Sons of Justice 12: Confident in Love (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  She adjusted her large breasts into the sports bra. Instantly causing massive cleavage to show in the tank top she wore. She didn’t really want to wear the tank top, but the workouts were exhausting, and she sweat a lot, and a t-shirt or long sleeve could make her get even more overheated and pass out. She felt self-conscious about her body, specifically her breasts and tried hiding them as best as she could. Not in this outfit. Spandex shorts in black, purple sports bra, purple tank top that didn’t dip low in front, but instead exposed the sides of her sports bra and her tight abs. She hated her legs, thought they were too thin, and her knees showed a lot. She was noticing some definition in her thighs recently, thanks to the pre-workout on the bag kicking and boxing.

  She started to feel a little sick to her stomach, and when she walked out of the bathroom, the kitchen right there, she noticed the bananas on the counter and other fruit. She wondered if Frankie would mind, and then went to the door by the gym entrance. “Frankie!” she called to him. He turned to look as did Cole and Spade.

  “Can I take one of the pieces of fruit on the counter in the kitchen?”

  “Go ahead, help yourself,” he said, and then went back to talking to Cole and Spade as they appeared to be discussing some sort of grappling moves. She took the banana, ate it, feeling a little bit better, then took a drink of water from her water bottle. She looked around the kitchen. It was really big. The whole house was, and they had a pool, and back patio with an outdoor kitchen, similar to Tat’s and his men’s place. She grabbed her bag and headed back into the gym.

  “Get warmed up on the ropes first, Avana,” he said to her, and then the door slammed, and she noticed three women, not two, enter. Their eyes went to Frankie, then Cole and Spade, and of course to Nathan, Woodrow, and Bronco, who only glanced up but then turned away.

  Frankie greeted them, all professional like and not with a nickname like “sunshine” that he called her. She started to warm up and a few minutes later, Frankie and the three women approached.

  “Sherry, Cathy, and Mandy, meet Avana.” He introduced them and they all said hello and looked her over.

  She was used to it and just smiled wide. “Welcome,” she said, and Frankie smiled.

  “Start off warming up on the ropes like Avana,” he said, and then he asked Avana to come on over to the bags where Nathan, Woodrow, and Bronco were.

  “I want you to warm up over here with some combinations. Right hooks, jabs, front punches and then a few kicks. Come up with different combinations like we’ve practiced while I get the other ladies started on basics.”

  “Okay,” she said, and he winked at her then looked at the guys. She didn’t look at them until she was by the bag farthest from where they were working on moves, too.

  As she started to hit the bag, she got into the groove of things and forced herself not to look at Nathan, Woodrow, and Bronco, but it was hard not to. First of all, Bronco had super tanned skin, hard, defined muscles without an ounce of fat on him. That beard he sported indicated he was wild. As he sparred with Woodrow, who had his shoulder-length hair pulled back with a hair band, she noticed how long and defined Woodrow’s arms were, and also the scar he sported on his arm from being shot. The sight of them sparring, wearing the short MMA fighting gloves with fingers out, and how Bronco countered Woodrow’s moves with a palm hit or a forearm block, made her appreciate those chords of muscles even more so. She caught Nathan watching her and she turned, but not before getting a glimpse at the man’s superb body and thick, hard thigh muscles. He was wide and thick, fierce in his demeanor and older. She felt intimidated.

  She jabbed at the back, punched and hit it, getting annoyed at herself for being attracted to six soldiers. She wasn’t ready for that. Not for the intimacy dating one man, being touched, caressed, kissed, by one man, never mind multiple. She had been resisting dating for a while now, which was hard in Repose because if you were a single woman, attractive, had a decent mind, and weren’t throwing yourself at every good looking guy, then there was a flashing yellow light on your forehead, and men went right to that light.

  Her head was starting to ache again, the banana only helping slightly. She was starving. She heard the laughter and turned to look where Frankie was instructing the three women, and sure enough one was hanging all over him and she was jealous. At the same time, the punching bag she just hit came back at her and knocked into her hip, sending her stumbling a few steps back as big, strong hands gripped her hips.

  She gasped, turned and looked way, way up into Bronco’s eyes.

  “I hate when that happens. Reminds you to never take your eyes off your attacker,” he said, eyes squinted. Was he trying to be nice or had he seen her staring at Frankie and getting jealous? Shit, this wasn’t good.

  “Avana, go over to the other mat. Spade will get you started on a few moves I wanted to teach you today,” he said, and the three women looked at her but remained extra close to Frankie.

  She exhaled and went to move, but Bronco stopped her with a hand on her hip. She looked up at him, into those dark brown eyes, that incredible chest of his, and swallowed hard.

  “Don’t be jealous. Frankie’s eyes are on you.”

  She was shocked.

  She wouldn’t try to respond, instead she walked away from him and to the other mat where Spade was, as Cole joined Frankie trying to teach the three women some basic moves, and arm motions. Those three women were totally not interested in learning self-defense. They were interested in the men here.

  She exhaled, then winced at the headache as she approached the mats.

  “What’s wrong?” Spade asked her.

  “Nothing, so what are we starting with?” she asked as both men looked her over, and boy did she feel it. She ignored her attraction to them. She had to. It wouldn’t be smart. Six men? Six who could hurt her, cheat on her, demand things from her, no it wasn’t meant to be, and she knew that.

  “All right, so Frankie said you’ve been coming along great with some of the counter attacks to a front attacker, but not really doing well with being attacked from behind,” Spade said to her, and Cole stared at her.

  “Yeah, well, I think that’s a size issue,” she said to Spade, who had scary tattoos all over his upper chest muscles, and both arms completely covered to his wrist on both arms. He had a very tight trimmed beard and crew cut hair in dark brown. He was fierce and intimidating, too. Cole as outgoing as he seemed, now looked different on the mats, wearing the martial arts black pants, no shirt, with muscles galore, dark hair, but a light brown beard, and thick eyebrows. He always looked like he was squinting as if untrusting, and holy God she was nervous. She wrung her hands together and looked up at both men.

  “There are things you can do to counter,” Cole said to her.

  “Okay, watch Cole and I first. I’ll be the person walking, my back turned away from the attacker. Watch what I do to counter Spade’s move.”

  She watched them and of course they were able to make it look so easy.

  “You’re both close to the same size and strong, too. I don’t think that will work for me,” she said to them.

  “Okay, come here. Let’s see what we can figure out since you’re resistant to learning that move,” Spade said very seriously.

  She stood facing away as Cole stood in front of her watching. Spade approached and grabbed her around the waist, and lifting her up in the air like nothing. She screamed and then went to try and move and couldn’t.

  “Okay, set her feet down. Hold her just like that, snuggly around the waist,” Cole said, and her heart was pounding against her chest.

  He was huge and strong, and she was completely lost in his arms and she knew the man could grab her with one arm and hoist her anywhere. Over his shoulder, in the air, hell, to bed. Her face went flush, and she started to shake.

  “Relax, I’m not going to use all my strength,” Spade said to her, his breath warm against her neck.

  “Okay, get a feel for where you are. To how much hi
gher Spade’s chin is to your head.” She tilted and looked up. It was a good six inches higher.

  “Okay, I want you to bend as if you’re lowering, giving into him, and then spring up hard, fast, head tilted slightly.”

  “Go ahead, baby, try,” Spade said, and Cole told him to grab her tight and pretend like he was going to take her. She lowered down, and jumped up as he told her, heard Spade curse, and then he released her and she turned. He was rubbing his jaw. “Fuck, Cole, what the hell?”

  Cole was laughing and gave Avana a tap to her arm and winked. “See. For a petite little thing you got power, it’s just learning to use it correctly. Want to try again?” he asked.

  “No,” Spade said, still rubbing his jaw. She couldn’t help but smile.

  “Okay, what else?” she asked, feeling a bit more excited to learn some things that she could really use if attacked from behind. Frankie had promised her that they would begin this today, she just hadn’t expected his cousin, Cole, and Spade to be the ones showing her.

  “Oh my God, you’re so strong. Can I feel that muscle?”

  She heard the words and then had to do a doubletake as she looked at the three women. One was reaching out to caress Frankie’s arm. She shook her head in annoyance.

  “Come on, focus on us,” Spade said, and licked his lips as he looked at her body. Her breasts felt full and aroused from having his arms pressed under them a few moments ago.

  “Okay, here’s another one. I’ll grab you this time,” Cole said, and now Spade told her what to do and they continued these back and forth lessons until Nathan, Woodrow, and Bronco came over, sat down and watched. Then they thought of other moves and before long, one after the next, they were teaching her things and she was laughing and then feeling pretty positive about this self-defense stuff. But she started getting very tired and her head made matters worse.

  “Wait, I need a minute. My headache is getting worse and worse,” she said and sat down on the mat, took a long slug of water, and closed her eyes.

  “When did it start hurting?” Bronco asked her.

  “Oh, before I even came here. It’s a stress headache,” she said, and they heard the laughter again and then it looked like the women were wrapping things up.

  She exhaled. “Definitely stress related,” she said.

  “Did you eat lunch?” Nathan asked her.

  Eyes still closed, she shook her head.

  “Why not?” Woodrow asked.

  “Too busy with work. Boss was a jerk, had an impromptu meeting that went through lunch, then had to hand deliver documents to a client, and that’s why I needed to change here. Usually I have time to do that and then come here,” she said.

  “Maybe I can help. Lay down on the mat,” Spade told her, and she opened her eyes.

  “Why?”

  “Just do it. I’m not going to hurt you. I know some things. Some techniques we’ve had to use out in the field when we’re all out of pain meds for headaches or body aches. It’s things a masseuse might use.”

  “Oh God,” she said, and Nathan chuckled.

  “You’ll be praising his abilities, sweetie, believe me,” Nathan said, and rubbed his neck.

  She laid down flat on the mat and Spade took position kneeling behind her, and then he scooted closer. His hands went to her temples and head and then to her chin, tilting her head up, so her spine and neck were straight.

  She looked up at him.

  “Eyes closed, easy breathing. Where’s the headache worse?” he asked, and eased his thumbs along her head.

  “My temples, like right above them…there. Right there.”

  “Definitely stress related,” he said, and eased those thick hard thumbs against her temple. His hands felt so good, and she was aroused by this.

  “Ouch!” she cried out and started wiggling. “No! Don’t move. It’s going to ache, but as I apply pressure, that headache is going to release and then disappear.”

  “Trust him,” Woodrow chimed in.

  She relaxed her body and hoped he knew what he was doing as she breathed through the ache, then moaned softly as the headache began to lighten, and lighten, and then disappear. “Oh God.” She moaned and heard their chuckles, but then Spade was above her caressing her hair and she blinked her eyes open.

  “All gone?” he asked.

  “How did you do that?” she asked him.

  “Magic, baby,” Spade said and lowered down, and pressed his lips to her temple softly.

  She closed her eyes, tilted back, and his hands cupped her cheeks from behind her, then his lips kissed the bridge of her nose, her cheek on one side then on the other side, and she lifted up and he found her lips and kissed her on the mouth. His hands slid along her cheeks and then to her shoulders, down her arms up and down, caressing her as he somehow kissed her from above. She couldn’t believe this was happening, and then he was moving, lifting his mouth from hers and before she could do anything, he was now in front of her and they were making out on the mats. His thigh was between her thighs as his big, muscular chest pressed against her breasts, and she felt like she could come. The realization that they had an audience had her pulling back, and he sensed that and slowly lifted his mouth from hers. He caressed her hair and was looming over her.

  “Delicious, and one hell of a thank you for getting rid of that headache,” he said, and winked. She stared up at him, lips parted, swollen, her body relaxed and aroused.

  “Why did you kiss me?” she asked him.

  “You wanted me to.”

  She went to respond.

  “We all want to. Don’t deny it. We all feel it. We all want to kiss you,” Nathan said to her.

  She was finally coming out of the fog, and looked back behind her at all five men. Then toward the other mat where Frankie had been with the women who were long gone.

  “I got rid of them,” Frankie said.

  “Let me up,” she told Spade, and he lifted back. She sat up, and he squatted next to her.

  “Why? It sounded like they were learning a lot,” she said to Frankie, all annoyed. She then got up from the mat and went to adjust her top when Frankie snagged her around the waist and pulled her into his arms. She gasped, and stared way up at him.

  “They aren’t serious. They were annoying and touching me, flirting. The only woman I want flirting and touching me, is you,” he said to her, then pressed his mouth to hers, as his hand slid under her hair to the base of her head, being sure to keep her where he wanted her. She gripped onto his arms and kissed him back, not being able to think about anything but the here and now.

  She felt his palm slide over her ass and he easily lifted her up and she straddled his waist, and ran her hands through his hair and lifted against him. He was walking with her and then she felt the padded wall at her back as he deepened the kiss and moaned into her mouth. The feel of his thick, hard cock against her belly made her realize this was moving so fast, and he sensed her need to slow down and slowly released her lips.

  She was panting for breath.

  “My turn,” Nathan said, and then Frankie set her feet down.

  “Wait, this is too much. What are we doing?” she asked in a panic.

  “Exploring these feelings we all have for you and that you have for us,” Frankie said.

  “Now, my team needs, too, baby. Let us in, we won’t hurt you,” Frankie said, and then he released her to Nathan, who immediately ran his hand under her hair and head, and used his other arm to lift her up and kiss her. He pressed her against the wall. She straddled his waist and the man was lethal in his kiss. He rocked his hips against her and she moaned into his mouth, felt her nipples harden, and then using his hips to keep her in place, he used his other hand to ease up under her tank top to her breast. She pulled from his mouth.

  “Nathan.”

  “God damn, baby, you are fucking sexy as sin. So sweet, feminine and God damn, in need of protection, and we’re the men to provide that,” he said, and kissed her again. His words, his comma
nding tone was too much, and she kissed him back and moaned louder when he cupped her breast, and was having difficulty getting the whole mound into one hand.

  He pulled from her mouth and suckled against her neck.

  “Jesus, woman, fuck,” he said, and then eased his palm down.

  “Sharing is key here,” Cole said, and she looked at him as Nathan winked and then set her feet down.

  “Oh God,” she whispered, staring up at Cole, those wide shoulders and fierce untrusting eyes, and then was wrapped up in his arms and lowered to the mats. He pressed a thick, hard thigh between her thighs and caressed her hair from her cheeks and stared into her eyes, at her face, her lips and then back into her eyes.

  “You have the most amazing eyes, sensual lips, and incredible smile,” he said to her. Then Cole pressed his mouth to hers. She was lost underneath him, but instead of it frightening her, she was aroused by it. Amazed at feeling the same strong, sexual attraction to each man as he kissed her. She ran her fingers through his hair and he gripped her arms, pressed them back against the man, and he kissed her deeper. She moaned into his mouth and when he released her lips and trailed his mouth along her neck, then down her arm causing her strap to fall, she got scared once again.

  “Cole, slow down.” She panted. He paused and pressed his head to her breast and exhaled. He lifted up.

  “I want you. Every bit of you. To kiss you, to hold you, to possess you as mine and my team’s. I know that probably scares you, baby, but we don’t lie. We tell the truth. Please don’t push us away,” he said to her. She lowered her arms and cupped his cheeks.

  “I don’t like liars either. I hope this isn’t a game.”

  “Not a game.”

  “Definitely not a game,” Woodrow said, kneeling down on one side of her.