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

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  She chuckled to herself.

  The crew of them were so much alike that they did everything together. They even joined the service. She sighed at that memory. They’d changed some after those eight years. Brody and Waylon had changed the most.

  She watched now as Brody placed his hand on Amelia’s waist as she spoke to Velma and Jonas. It was about time Jonas made a move. He’d liked Velma for a long time.

  “What are you staring at so intently?” Sam asked as he came up behind Elise, wrapping his arms around her. She placed her hands over his and leaned back against his chest. She loved the feel of being in her men’s arms. She felt safest and most loved there.

  “I was just watching our son’s act blatantly possessive of Amelia. They’re making it clear that they like her.”

  “Hmm, I did notice that. She seems resistant, doesn’t she?”

  “Oh, I wouldn’t quite say resistant, as I would cautious. I can recall meeting you, Jordan, and Tysen, and trying to get used to your public displays of possession.”

  He laughed as his warm breath caressed against her skin. She closed her eyes and smiled. She felt his lips kiss her skin by her ear.

  “Damn straight we did. Wanted every man in the vicinity to know you were taken. Those boys are definitely making their intentions known. I just hope they don’t push too much. Amelia is very quiet and only learned of ménage relationships from Regan.”

  “You think she’s not interested?”

  “I wouldn’t say that. She likes all four of them. I’ve never seen Brody, Waylon, or Murphy pay so much attention to a woman. Ricky on the other hand, he’s got some personality.”

  Elise laughed. Ricky flirted a bunch, but he’d never brought a woman home to the ranch. That said a lot right there.

  “I’m not sure if it’s anything to be concerned about, but earlier, Amelia got a phone call and she looked pretty shaken up. I walked into the kitchen and she hadn’t even heard me. There were tears in her eyes, and when I asked her if things were okay, she of course said she was fine. I could tell she wasn’t.” Elise turned around to face Sam.

  “Could something be wrong and she’s not telling us or Regan? She has been on her own for years. Regan mentioned Amelia losing everything she had.”

  Sam scowled.

  “What do you mean?”

  “My understanding is that she had to sell off the house and belongings to pay for funeral expenses. Regan wouldn’t say much more. She only mentioned Amelia living in a place in the country for a year by cooking meals in between working at a hospital. I don’t really know the details.”

  “Well, if there is something wrong, perhaps accepting our sons’ attention will give her the confidence to confide in them.”

  “I hope they really do like her. I’d be disappointed in them and pretty angry if they hurt that young woman.”

  “They won’t. Like you said, we’ve never seen any of them act like this before and definitely not all four, together.”

  Sam squeezed her shoulders and Elise smiled, hoping that her sons and daughters would find love as wonderful, perfect, and strong as her and her husbands’.

  * * * *

  Amelia finished washing some dishes in the sink when she felt the arm wrap around her waist from behind. She jumped, dropping the dishtowel as strong arms embraced her.

  “Come with me.”

  Brody.

  “Where?” she asked, immediately feeling aroused and nervous. Brody was so quiet and fierce looking all the time. His seriousness caused these tiny wrinkles above the bridge of his nose and between his eyebrows. He was very tan, like his brothers and just as tall as Murphy and Waylon.

  She hesitated until he turned her around to face him. He pressed her back against the counter and sink and stared down into her eyes. God, he’s so beautiful.

  He reached up and trailed his index finger along her jaw. She parted her lips, suddenly feeling almost breathless from the attraction between them. She felt his muscular hand glide across her neck, under her hairline and to the base of her head, tilting her head back.

  “I like this dress,” he said so very seriously she didn’t know if it were a compliment. This was Brody. He was hard, stern, quiet, and yet his touch was gentle and unexpected.

  “Me, too,” she whispered.

  He leaned down, and before he lowered his lips to hers, she closed her eyes.

  “Yes,” he whispered before he kissed her. It made her think that he wasn’t so sure that she would let him. A man so big, so commanding and sexy felt insecure around her? How outrageous. She was the insecure one. She was fearful. Four men together wanted her.

  She couldn’t think another coherent thought as Brody deepened the kiss and pulled her into his arms.

  She kissed him back, and when his hand moved under her dress to her ass, squeezing the cheek, she moaned.

  Then came the thought that someone might walk in. They were right inside the damn kitchen. He must have sensed her pulling away because he slowly released her lips.

  He pulled back, taking her hand firmly within his much larger one. “Come with me.”

  She only hesitated a moment, but one tug on her hand and she followed, her desire to taste more of this exquisite, complicated man leading her along the way.

  They cut through the backyard, away from the party and all the people. He escorted her to a larger building she had seen before but had no idea what was in it. At the door, he pressed her hard against the siding and kissed her again. It seemed that neither of them could get enough of one another, and as he continued to kiss her while pulling the door open, she hadn’t a care in the world.

  Somehow, Brody got her inside the dark building and closed then locked the door. He pressed her against it, kissing her deeply while exploring her body with his hands.

  He moved his hands to her panties as he released her lips.

  The light was dull inside of the building. She could barely make out what was around them but really didn’t care. Brody’s hard, thick fingers pressed against her mound and she gasped, grabbing his wrist.

  “Brody?”

  “Open for me, Amelia. Let me be the first one to make you come, baby. The first one to stroke this wet pussy and start learning this perfect body.”

  She held his intense gaze and felt the slight twinge of fear caused by his size, his personality, and of course, her resistance to giving herself in fear of getting her heart broken. Then she thought about Mano. The man had put a deeper fear in her than she thought.

  He kissed her softly, pressing fingers to her pussy lips while his other hand pressed against her hip and the wall. He was in total control and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t turned on by this.

  “Brody, I’m scared.” She held his wrist and the urge to let him touch her and ease the ache building inside of her nearly overpowered the fear.

  He stopped touching her then pulled her into his arms. He lifted her up. She straddled his waist, feeling his belt buckle and thick waist wedge against her inner thighs. Her pussy wept and her nipples instantly hardened.

  “Don’t be afraid of me. I care about you. I want to get to know you. I want to touch, lick, and suck every inch of this body. I want you to look at me and care.”

  She held his shoulders and felt the muscles beneath her palms. The tears welled up in her eyes as she lowered her eyes to his chest. The first two buttons were undone. She could see his tan skin and imagined pressing her fingers inside the material and feeling his heart beat. Would it be racing, just like hers was right now?

  “Amelia? Amelia, look at me.” She shook her head. She feared that the tears may fall. She feared being weak after fighting to be strong for so long.

  Brody lowered her feet to the ground and pressed her against the wall using his hips to hold her in place before cupping her face between his hands.

  She looked into his eyes and her heart raced.

  “You’re shaking. Do I really scare you?” he whispered.

  She
shook her head. She feared taking a chance on him and his brothers. She feared the past, especially after Mano’s voice message today.

  “I’m so sorry, Brody. I thought. I mean, I really like you. It’s just that maybe I thought I was ready, but I’m not. I’m scared, Brody.”

  He brushed his thumb along her lower lip.

  “Afraid of what?”

  She swallowed hard. “Of feeling…anything.”

  His expression grew dark and almost angry.

  “Who hurt you? Tell me.” She was shocked by his evaluation. She shouldn’t deny it. She couldn’t lie to him.

  “It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter.”

  “Obviously the asshole does matter because he’s standing between all of us and what could possibly be perfect. He hurt you, and I want to know about it.”

  “No, Brody.” She shook her head and pulled away. He released her and she took a few unsteady steps, but then he grabbed her hand. When he pulled her back, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and laid his head on her shoulder.

  “My brothers and I would never hurt you. We know far too well about pain, Amelia. I’ve been hurting for so long, I didn’t think I had a heart.”

  “Oh, Brody, this has nothing to do with you.”

  He squeezed her harder and she leaned back as he placed his cheek against hers. “You’re wrong. It is about me. It’s about us and about the others. We’ve all been hurt, baby. We’ve all had our share of heartache and sadness. Some of us have had it longer, that’s all.”

  She took a deep breath and released it.

  “You’re not shaking so much now.” He turned his cheek so he could kiss her skin.

  “It feels good in your arms. You’re so big and strong and it makes me feel safe.”

  He adjusted his stance and she felt his long, hard erection slide up her lower back and ass. “That’s good, because you are safe in these arms. I could hold you like this forever.” He started kissing her more and when his lips touched hers, she turned in his arms and kissed him back.

  Their exploration became more urgent. Somehow her hands managed to move under his shirt and she rubbed her palms along his taut muscles and nipples. He maneuvered his hand under her dress and down her panties.

  The moment his fingers touched her cunt, Amelia moaned into Brody’s mouth. There was no stopping them. All she wanted to do was feel. So Amelia ran her hands up and down his chest as he pressed his thighs between her legs, moved her against the wall, and pressed two fingers up into her pussy.

  He released her lips and began kissing her neck as he stoked her pussy.

  “Oh God, Brody.” She moaned and he licked her skin and continued to tease her cunt, and draw out more of her cream with every stroke of his fingers.

  She felt her body tighten up, and she gripped his arms, tilted her head back, and moaned her release.

  “Beautiful.” He covered her mouth and kissed her until she came down from the effects of an incredible orgasm.

  * * * *

  Brody pulled Amelia into his arms and hugged her to him. He inhaled the sweet smell of her shampoo and absorbed the feel of her body against him.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, and she nodded her head against his chest. “Thank you for trusting me with that.”

  She looked up at him and he could see the blush against her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes. “You’re thanking me? I think I should be thanking you. That was…amazing, Brody.”

  He felt the smile nearly reach his lips. It had been so long since he smiled or even felt like it.

  He smoothed out her dress and she adjusted her breasts in the snug-fitting material.

  “You have an amazing body. I can’t wait to explore every inch of it.” He moved the palm of his hand over her ass. He wanted to be inside of her so badly his cock was throbbing for release.

  “Brody, this was a huge step for me. I’m not—”

  He placed his finger over her lips. He didn’t want to hear her denials or her attempts at putting the damn imaginary wall back up.

  “No, baby, don’t say anymore. Let’s just enjoy this, okay? Do you want to head back to the party?”

  “I’m not sure I can walk.”

  He laughed then scooped her up into his arms. Amelia squealed but wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled close.

  “I’ll carry you.”

  “Won’t that draw attention to us?”

  “If it sends a message that you belong to me, then I’m all for it.”

  “Brody, will the others be upset?”

  He knew she was attracted to him and his brothers. She could deny it and fight these feelings all she wanted.

  He shook his head. “No, Amelia. They’ll be really happy.”

  “Are you certain?”

  “They’ll want what I just had. To see your angelic face blush with satisfaction as they get to watch you come. You’re beautiful.”

  She leaned forward and kissed him. “I think you need to put me down. I’m not quite ready to be made a spectacle of. I have a lot to think about in regards to a relationship like this.”

  He slowly set her down. “I’m glad to hear that you’ll consider us. But you’re not getting off easy.” He grabbed her hand and brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them. “Let’s get back to the party.”

  He held her hand and there was no way he was letting her go.

  * * * *

  Amelia was laughing at something Regan was saying. Regan could be so dramatic when telling a story. Her facial expressions alone, were funny.

  Amelia felt the hand on her waist, but it was the second hand on her knee, caressing back and forth that was causing her anxiety. Well, maybe anxiety was the wrong word.

  Brody sat beside her on the stool by the outside bar. His arm was around her waist, keeping her close. Her legs were crossed as she listened to Regan speaking and the different conversations that flowed from one subject to another. She felt lost in the fun, uplifting atmosphere. Then Murphy sat beside her. He immediately placed his hand on her knee and began to caress it.

  The instant sting of what she could only describe as fire lit up her entire body. An imaginary line from his touch, combined with Brody’s, seemed to connect to her pussy. Her belly tightened, her breasts felt full and aroused, and she actually felt the hitch in her breath.

  One glance around them, and she noticed the eyes on her. These men were making a scene. They were staking a claim, a public move, and Amelia had mixed emotions.

  She could feel her body began to shake as she went to clasp her hands only for them to hit Murphy’s large one. She stared down at his hand. It was huge, muscular, his fingers thick and long. She wasn’t certain why she imagined his cock in her mind. It came on instant, nearly making her gasp.

  She felt Brody’s thumb caress her hip bone. Even though the clothing covered her skin, it felt obsolete. His simple, gentle touch was that powerful.

  Her mind traveled in all sorts of directions, and as the other people around them went about a conversation she couldn’t follow if she tried, Murphy moved closer. As he leaned into her, she felt the palm of his hand glide up her thigh and to the seat bottom where her thigh and ass connected with the wood.

  “I want to be alone with you. So do my brothers.”

  She looked at him. The tone of his deep voice penetrated through her skin. As she took a slow breath, it hitched in her throat and her voice cracked as she answered him.

  “Murphy, I’m not sure about this.”

  She felt his hand squeeze her upper thigh under her dress, and she pressed her hand down, feeling completely exposed from his move. A quick look around her and she noticed the crowd disperse into separate little group conversations as Ricky and Waylon pulled over two more stools. The scraping of the chair legs announced to all that chairs were moving hard, across the wooden planked floors.

  She looked up to see Regan squint. Then a huge smiled crossed her face. Ricky’s and Waylon’s knees tapped against hers as
they sat down on the stools they moved.

  She swallowed hard. These men were so large. Not just in size, but in personality and persona. When one entered a room, all noticed. Now, as four moved to surround little ole her, the atmosphere changed instantly.

  Murphy squeezed her thigh again in an attempt to make her focus on him. Waylon and Murphy spoke as Ricky leaned forward and squeezed her knee.

  “We’re going to sit here for a few more minutes and that’s all. Then we’re going to say good night, we’re going to walk you to your cottage, and you’re going to ask us inside,” Murphy whispered.

  She was about to respond when Brody squeezed her hip to get her attention. She turned toward him.

  “Then you can decide what happens next. But be warned, watching you all day talking, laughing, enjoying spending time with our family and friends has been torture for me and for my brothers. We want you to ourselves.” He leaned in, her head absorbed his words, and then he kissed her softly on the lips. As Murphy squeezed and caressed her, she nearly shot off the chair. Her pussy wept in excitement and arousal. Two men were touching her at once and she liked it. She wanted more of it. Immediately she pulled from Brody. She looked at Ricky, a smile on his face. The hunger in his eyes held her gaze. Then Waylon sat back. His big muscular arms were crossed in front of his chest and his expression was firm, like stone.

  The chairs scraped against the wood again, as Ricky and Brody stood up. The moment Brody moved his hand off of her waist she felt the loss of his touch.

  Murphy smoothed his hand slowly from her thigh and stood up next.

  Brody offered his hand.

  “Wait,” she said, sliding off the stool. She looked around in a panic, but no one was watching them. The others were laughing and enjoying the music. It was dark outside now as Waylon and Ricky walked off the porch and into the darkness.

  Murphy gave her a very stern look. “Don’t keep us waiting.” Those words ran havoc on her insides.

  “I have to grab my purse and say good night.”

  “Make it fast,” Brody said then turned her around and wrapped an arm around her waist. She gasped at his quick move and felt the twinge of excitement arouse her body in all the right places.