The American Soldier Collection 5: The Greatest Fight of All (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  The swell of her breasts accentuated by the snug-fitting camisole she wore made him stare in admiration. As he stared at the skirt she wore and imagined lifting it up and falling between her legs to take a taste of her sweet cunt, he was disappointed to see they were lined with shorts, or a skort. He thought women called them that. But he saw it as another barrier, another block from him getting what he hungered for.

  He watched Ricky now, helping Amelia carry a box to her bedroom. He followed.

  “How come you don’t have a lot of clothes and personal items? Did you leave things at home in New York?” Ricky asked as Murphy stood by the doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.

  Amelia went about pulling items out and adding them to dresser drawers.

  “I don’t have a home back in New York. I had an apartment but that was it. I basically left all the household items there.”

  “Don’t women usually have a lot of clothes and shoes?” Ricky asked. “You have barely anything.” It was obvious to Murphy that Ricky wasn’t buying her story.

  She turned to look at him then sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Listen, Ricky, I have the bare necessities. Things were tough for me back in New York, which is none of your business really. I told you that I didn’t need a lot of help because I don’t have a lot of personal belongings.”

  She was filled with attitude. Murphy noticed she had been this way since leaving Regan’s apartment. He had a feeling that she was attracted to them, but was fearful. He couldn’t help but wonder why.

  She stood up and began to walk out of the bedroom and brushed by him as she did.

  The scent of her perfume and the concern in her eyes spoke volumes. He grabbed her hand to stop her and she froze in place.

  She wouldn’t look up at him. He felt her shaking. She was nervous.

  “Darlin’, we’re just trying to get to know you, that’s all. Don’t be afraid of us. We’re good men.”

  She slowly looked up toward him.

  “Murphy, I need my privacy. I don’t want to talk about New York.”

  He wanted to push for answers but knew he couldn’t. He released her hand and followed her out to the living room. Ricky followed and walked over toward the one remaining blue plastic bin.

  “What’s in here?” Ricky asked as he began to undo the lid to peek inside.

  “No. Don’t open that.” She walked over toward it.

  “A secret, huh? Maybe it has some clues to what you’re all about, Amelia,” Ricky teased, but Amelia didn’t take a liking to his brother’s teasing.

  “I’ll take care of that one later. You guys can leave. I’ll handle things from here.”

  Ricky pulled Amelia into his arms. “How about a little break?” He looked about ready to kiss her.

  “No. No break, no fooling around, Ricky. I’m not interested.”

  “You didn’t like my kiss before in the elevator? It seemed like you did because I sure enjoyed it.”

  “You’re a good kisser, and you’re also good at seduction, but I can’t get involved with either of you.”

  “Why not?” Murphy asked. He didn’t move closer to her. His gut warned him that something was up. But what?

  “I don’t date,” she said then shyly turned away.

  “Honey, did you forget that we were present for Paul’s conversation with you?” Ricky asked.

  “I don’t date men like you.”

  Ricky raised his eyebrows and Murphy felt insulted. What the hell did she mean by that? “Men like us? You mean men that like to share their woman with their brothers and cater to her every whim?”

  She swallowed hard and pulled away from Ricky. She walked a few steps away and wrapped her arms around her waist.

  “I don’t date men who were in the military. It’s a rule I have.”

  There she went again, getting under his skin.

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you some kind of anti-American or something? You hate soldiers? You think we’re monsters?” Ricky asked, raising his voice. Murphy was glad his brother responded. His retort would have been a hell of a lot worse than that.

  Amelia turned around to face the other way.

  “I don’t date soldiers. If it makes you feel any better, I don’t date anyone who engages in fighting of any sort.”

  “Oh, honey, you’re going to have to explain better than that. I kissed you. I felt you kiss me back. I bet if I inspected, your panties were even wet.”

  She turned around and shot him a dirty look.

  “I’m on to you. I get it. I do. You want to control me, manipulate my mind, and make me think I’m special, and then you want to pounce. I know the MO, big-time, Ricky. Let’s avoid the drama, the pain, and the bullshit and call it for what it is. I won’t be you or your brother’s latest fuck. Leave now.”

  * * * *

  Amelia knew her words were harsh. She was in a panic. She liked them both. She wanted them both, but she wouldn’t allow history to repeat itself. The point of making mistakes in the past was to avoid future ones. She’d been down this road. Even though it was with one man and not more than one, she knew the outcome.

  “What’s going on in here?”

  She was shocked to see Brody, standing there with a towel, wiping his hands. She had forgotten that Murphy called him over to check out her car. Another kind act, to get her to open up her thighs. As badly as she wanted to, she knew she couldn’t.

  “Nothing. Your brothers were just leaving. Thanks for the help,” she said then started to reach for the box. She lifted it up. It was too heavy and when Murphy went to reach for it to help her, she pulled away, lost her balance, and knocked the box over. When the lid popped open, pictures of her brother, Kyle, in uniform and the special box with a perfectly folded American flag from his funeral emerged. She knew that other pictures were in there. So were her father’s and her brother Edward’s flags as well that were given to her at their funerals when they died.

  She looked at Murphy as he bent down next to her.

  “Amelia?” he questioned.

  She shook her head as she quickly pushed the items back inside and tried unsuccessfully to add the lid.

  “Leave. Just leave.” She stood up, leaving the box, with the lid slightly loose sitting there.

  She glanced at Ricky and Brody, who now moved closer. She was shaking. She didn’t want them to see those pictures and to know about her heartache. They wouldn’t get it. These were her memories, her loss.

  Very slowly, Murphy wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her up against him. She grabbed onto his forearms to try and stop him, but he was rock solid and pretty damn determined.

  “Amelia, look at me.”

  She did instantly. His tone and his size were intimidating and initiated a natural instinctual response in her.

  She locked gazes with him. She felt his other hand move up her waist then to her neck and head. He held her firmly.

  “You really know how to piss a man off.”

  He leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. His tongue pushed between her teeth and a moment later she was kissing him back, allowing him complete access to her mouth and her body.

  She felt his hands explore her ass and lower back as he devoured her moans and stroked the cavern of her mouth.

  She never felt so aroused and needy. Hadn’t she just said she didn’t want them or a relationship with them?

  When he lifted her up into the air and began carrying her somewhere, she panicked, pulling her mouth from his, as Murphy placed her ass on the kitchen island.

  “Murphy?”

  His mouth was back on hers again, stopping her from denying the attraction any further. When he finally got his fill of kissing her, he used his mouth to suckle along her neck, filling her body with goose bumps. He used one large hand to push the strap of her camisole and bra to the side and release a full breast to his mouth.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he whispered then suckled the nipple, caus
ing her pussy to come alive.

  “Oh God, Murphy, please. You have to stop.”

  “Why, when you’re enjoying it and so are we,” Ricky stated, instantly reminding her that they had an audience. Ricky moved in on her left and Brody on her right.

  Murphy’s hands were pushing up her camisole and he was caressing her ribs and belly.

  She grabbed onto his head to stop him and wound up thrusting her hips up against him. He used the space to cup her ass and squeeze as he slowly released a swollen breast with a “plop.”

  “Delicious.” He moved up to kiss her again.

  “Please Murphy. We need to slow down. I told you, this can’t happen,” she scolded him as she held his rough skin between her hands. He had a slight shadow of a beard growing and he looked so feral and hungry as he stared at her. His face was red. His eyes sparkled as he held her gaze and cupped her bare breast. He used two fingers to tweak the nipple, and she felt her pussy weep in reaction.

  “Please, Murphy. It’s too much. I’m freaking out.”

  She felt the second set of fingers against her hairline caressing her hair from her cheeks. She glanced to the side and locked gazes with Brody.

  “You’re so lovely, Amelia.”

  She saw the sincerity in Brody’s eyes, despite the way he appeared so cold and unemotional. He stared at her lips and she pulled the lower one between her bottom teeth.

  He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and then her lips.

  She lost hold of Murphy, who stepped aside only for Ricky to take his place. Brody kissed her deeply, but with passion and meaning. She felt it to her soul. But then she felt Ricky’s hand cup her breast. She jerked until she felt Ricky’s tongue against the tip, licking back and forth across her hardened, aroused nipple.

  Amelia was in emotion overload. It was moving too fast. She needed to stop them. Brody must have sensed her concern as he released her lips then caressed her hair again.

  “Nice,” he whispered just as Ricky released her breast.

  Ricky pulled her bra and camisole back into place then leaned forward and gave a soft kiss to her lips.

  “Thank you.” He helped her sit up.

  “What the fuck’s going on in here?”

  They all turned to see Waylon standing in the doorway.

  The sight of his intense stare and still-like-new bruises reminded her of her rules.

  She shoved from Ricky’s hold and got down off the counter.

  * * * *

  Murphy grabbed her hand to stop her from pushing them away.

  “Whose flag was that? Who is the guy in the picture?” he asked and she gasped then hugged herself, shaking her head.

  “No. You don’t need to know. Please just leave.”

  “Leave, after that?” Brody sounded ticked off, too.

  “What’s going on? What guy?” Waylon asked.

  “A guy in the picture. The reason why she said she doesn’t date military men or men that fight,” Ricky replied.

  “Really? So you are a player and a flirt. You think you’re too good for a soldier? Not classy enough for ya?” Waylon asked.

  “You need to go. Just get your stuff and leave,” she whispered.

  Murphy stared at her, and when he tried to step closer, she stepped farther away.

  “I don’t want you here. What happened here will never happen again.”

  “Leave her. She’s no different than the others. I don’t know why you even wasted your time with her.” Waylon turned around and left first. Brody shook his head and walked after him and Ricky looked her over then looked at Murphy.

  “Go ahead. I’ll be right there,” Murphy told him, and Ricky walked out.

  “I don’t know what ideas are running through your head, woman. My brothers and I haven’t given another woman the time of day in years. You come along, and well, you did something to each of us.” She looked up at him, her eyes as big as saucers and filled with unshed tears.

  “Patience sure as shit ain’t one of the Haas family traits. I’ll leave this alone for now, but eventually, I’m gonna find out the truth. I always do.”

  “Leave, Murphy. Please, just leave.”

  He gave her a wink then walked out of the cottage, closing the door behind him.

  As he headed toward his truck and his brothers’ trucks, he shook his head.

  They looked angry.

  “Just leave her be. In time, she’ll open up. Let’s head home.”

  Chapter 7

  “See, I told you that you would have a good time, Amelia,” Regan said then tipped her shot glass against Amelia’s and Velma’s. They swallowed them down as the group of Velma’s friends and some rowdy cowboys hooted and hollered.

  Amelia could feel the buzz. She hadn’t drank like this ever before. She wasn’t drunk yet, but if she kept up with Regan, she was going to have a hell of a hangover for the family party tomorrow.

  Thoughts of that brought thoughts of her brothers. She’d practically cried her eyes out all afternoon.

  Now here they were having an awesome time celebrating Velma’s twenty-first birthday which started Friday night.

  Amelia was standing up and moved to the right as one of Velma’s guy friends came up to give her a birthday kiss. A moment later, Amelia felt the hands on her hips. Someone was pressing up against her back.

  “This is quite the surprise.”

  Paul.

  “Paul. What are you doing here?” She turned around to face him and his brother Will. Will placed his hand on her waist, too, and leaned forward to kiss her cheek hello. She turned and accidently caused his lips to touch hers.

  “You look hot, Amelia,” he said, looking her over.

  “Thank you.” She had borrowed the dress from Regan and even though the strapless top was a bit smaller than she would have liked, Velma and Regan talked her into wearing it.

  It was tight up top, flared out toward the bottom, and the little fringe on the end danced against her thighs as she walked. It was red and very sexy, but loose enough to dance in and feel comfortable.

  Paul kept a hand on her lower back and Will kept one on her waist as they talked with her.

  “Hey, guys, how’s it going?” Regan asked Paul and Will, then laid her head on Amelia’s shoulder.

  Amelia could tell that Regan was feeling the alcohol. Every time Amelia, Regan, and Velma walked up to the bar someone brought them a drink or a shot.

  “We’re doing great, honey. Looks like you’re having fun,” Paul said then looked at Will and winked.

  Amelia picked up on it as Paul pushed a strand of hair from Regan’s cheek.

  “You look hot tonight, Regan,” he told her and she giggled then pulled her head off of Amelia’s shoulder. Placing her hands on her hips she scolded Paul.

  “Don’t you start flirting with me. I’m taken. I know you and your brother want Amelia.”

  “Regan.” Amelia shook her head. Regan turned around and placed her arm over her sister’s shoulder.

  Will pulled Amelia closer to him, then leaned down to whisper against her ear. “Don’t get upset with Regan. You know what she said is true. Come home with us tonight.”

  She closed her eyes and absorbed the feel of both men touching her. Will was caressing her back as he lay soft kisses against her ear and Paul was rubbing her left arm. He was caressing it up and down, letting his hand glide against the swell of her breast. She wanted to feel something. Or perhaps she didn’t want to feel at all. She was so angry about what happened today with the Haas brothers. Yet, she missed their presence when they left. She pushed them away. She insisted that they go and that they not pursue her. But, standing here now, feeling the burn of the alcohol move through her body, combined with Paul and Will touching her, basically telling her they wanted to have sex, did absolutely nothing for her.

  They didn’t come close to Murphy’s, Ricky’s, or Brody’s touch. They didn’t get under her skin and make her panties wet like the commanding tone Wa
ylon had. As much as she wanted to fight her attraction, she wasn’t certain she could.

  “Want to leave now, or do you want to stay for Velma’s party a little longer?” Will asked.

  She should just go with them. The Haas brothers were all wrong for her. They would gain control over her. In fact they already did control her, affect her, and get to her. She wanted them. She fantasized about having them and belonging to them, but she knew she would only get hurt in the end. She wasn’t a slut either, and she wouldn’t sleep with Will and Paul, two men she didn’t know, just to try to get four other men out of her head. She chuckled.

  “What’s so funny?” Paul asked.

  She swallowed hard then looked up into his eyes. Taking a step back, causing them to release her, she smiled.

  “I’m sorry. I’m not that type of woman. I don’t know either of you.” Paul looked upset and so did Will, but then they glanced at one another then back at her. Will took her hand and brought it up to his lips. He kissed the top.

  “Then get to know us. Sorry we were so forward. Let’s enjoy the party and then we can work on setting up some dates.” He smiled.

  “It will be torture, but we’ll do it, for you,” Paul added and winked. She smiled.

  * * * *

  “What the hell is going on out there?” Waylon asked Murphy.

  “Sounds like a bunch of teenage girls screaming and having a party,” Murphy stated.

  The noises of truck doors slamming, girls squealing, and water splashing down by the lake awoke all of them. Their house was the closest to the lake and a good distance from the main house and Amelia’s cottage.

  That thought instantly upset Waylon. He didn’t get Amelia at all. He wanted to know her secrets. He wanted to know why she pushed his brothers away like she did and who the hell the soldier was who died.

  “I’m going to go check it out,” Murphy said and Waylon decided to join him.