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

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  He kissed her neck, her shoulder then cheek. “Don’t be scared. We’ll go as slow as you need, but to be completely honest, Amelia, as I feel you in my arms, going slow is the last thing I want to do with you.”

  Before she could speak, he was escorting her around the porch to say good-bye and then into the kitchen, where his dads and mom were talking. They each gave her a hug and said good night.

  Brody grabbed her purse for her as his mom made certain that Amelia wasn’t driving back to the cottage alone.

  Brody ensured her that he would escort her home because she had work tomorrow morning.

  She wondered if his parents knew him and his brothers’ intentions? They didn’t seem to indicate a disapproval of their obvious attraction, so that made Amelia feel less self-conscious. It was odd to have that sensation. The Haases weren’t her parents, yet here she was acting like they might be disappointed in her behavior. When had she become desperate for parents or a family of her own? Had spending a mere three weeks in Houston made her envious of Regan’s life and family? Had it really been only three weeks since arriving here and working? It seemed so much longer, yet here she was, ready to expose her heart to four men in a type of relationship she really didn’t understand.

  She exited the house with Brody holding her hand.

  “Do you have your keys?” he asked.

  She nodded and reached into her purse to grab them. As she took them out, he turned her around, taking the keys from her hand before pulling her close. He leaned down and kissed her deeply.

  Brody, known as Ice, was anything but cold in the way he kissed her. She was instantly lost in his kiss and even in the possessive way he moved his hands over her body, up under her hair, gripping the locks and directing her head as he devoured her moans. When he finally had his fill, he turned her around, opened the passenger door, and helped her into the seat.

  She was in shock. She felt so damn horny despite her fear of knowing that three other big, sexy men waited for them at her cottage. Men that wanted to touch her, kiss her, and perhaps have sex with her.

  She felt that nervous, achy feeling in her gut as she clasped her hands together. As Brody drove up the driveway and onto the stone path, far from any other people and secluded from interruption, she gulped.

  Brody parked her car, turned off the lights and ignition, then got out. Before she could move or perhaps take a second to breathe, overthink this, or panic, her door opened and Murphy was there, reaching a hand toward her.

  She gripped her purse then placed her hand into his. As he pulled her up and against him, he covered her mouth with his own.

  * * * *

  Murphy was desperate to taste her, to take off her pretty little dress and explore her sexy body.

  He couldn’t help the feelings of desperation he had as he continued to kiss her deeply. When she wrapped her arms around his neck in compliance, he rejoiced inside as he lifted her up and against him.

  Her thighs wrapped around his waist as he cupped her ass under her dress and felt the bare skin then the tight material against the crack. Her and the damn thong panties drove him wild. His dick was so fucking hard as he walked effortlessly with her in his arms.

  They reached the doorway his brothers held open and went inside. She dropped her purse. He heard it hit the floor as he carried her straight to the bedroom.

  Once inside he lowered her to the bed and was pressed between her open thighs. Releasing her lips and panting for breath, he stared down into her dark brown eyes and was lost in emotion.

  “Please invite us to stay. Don’t think, don’t fear, just follow your heart, Amelia.”

  She stared at him and then his brothers as they entered her small bedroom.

  “I think I lost my mind,” she whispered and he smiled.

  “Baby, we’re feeling the exact same way. Let us love you tonight.”

  Murphy leaned down and lifted her dress up, revealing dark lace panties and her firm belly. He noticed the tattoo as he leaned his lips closer, licking across her skin. She pushed her pelvis up toward him and he smiled.

  “I need to taste you, baby.” He reached for her panties. He maneuvered his fingers under the thin material and slowly pulled her panties down her sexy body. Her feminine scent aroused something carnal inside of Murphy. As he moved his hands up her thighs and heard his brothers begin to undress, he realized just how feminine and small in size she was to them. With palms spreading her toned thighs wider, he could practically cover her thigh completely.

  “You smell so good, Amelia. So fucking good.”

  He licked across her sweet folds and felt her shiver. She tried to close her thighs.

  “Stay open for him, for us.” Waylon’s authoritative voice penetrated the air and made Amelia freeze. Murphy felt her tense until he licked across her pussy lips again. She moaned then eased her ass down deeper against the comforter.

  Using his thumbs to spread those delicious lips, he stroked her gently.

  “You have the prettiest little pussy, baby. All trim and neat.” He pressed a digit up into her and she grabbed his wrist.

  “Murphy.” She said his name and his dick somehow grew harder.

  “Fuck, baby, I love it when you say my name.”

  “Let go of his wrist, Amelia,” Brody stated then knelt down onto the bed. He was naked, holding his dick in his hand, and Amelia gasped.

  “Oh God, Brody. Oh my God, this is too much. You guys are too much.”

  “Not too much. We’re all meant for this, for you,” Ricky said.

  Murphy added a second digit to her pussy and began to move in and out of her. With every stroke she tilted upward, causing her breasts to push upward, too. Ricky helped remove her dress. She wiggled her ass at him and Brody assisted with getting the material over her head. All she wore now was a strapless black bra that joined her large breasts together causing a deep cleavage.

  Ricky and Brody reached for the clasp next and removed the last bit of clothing that covered their goddess.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re fucking hot.” Ricky cupped her breast. Brody cupped her other breast then leaned down and licked the tip.

  The sight was so erotic and powerful, Murphy was shocked at how turned on he felt. He and his brothers were close. They never shared a woman before but knew that they wanted to. Amelia was special.

  “Give me your hands,” Waylon stated then took Amelia’s hands and raised them above her head. He kissed her palms then her forearms and finally her mouth. She tilted her head back toward him, because he was behind her. She was stretched out before them. Murphy knew he needed to get inside of her or he would lose it right here.

  “Amelia, baby, I want you, honey. I want to make love to you, sweetheart,” Murphy said then stood up. Brody and Ricky caressed her inner thighs open as Waylon released her lips then caressed his palms down her breast and to her pussy. Murphy undressed quickly.

  “Are you on the pill, baby?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  * * * *

  Amelia felt desperate. She craved more of them. She felt incredibly turned on and ready to engage in this.

  As Waylon hovered over her from behind her head, she felt his thick cock against her cheek as his hands caressed her breasts. When he trailed a finger over her pussy and pressed it between her wet folds, she tried to close her legs as an instant flow of cream released. Brody and Ricky wouldn’t allow it. Their large, wide hands held her open. “Oh.” She moaned and something carnal and wild came over her. She turned to the side and licked along Waylon’s cock.

  “Fuck, baby, do that again,” Waylon said and so she did. He eased back and moved her slightly so that she could taste him. Simultaneously she felt Murphy move between her legs and heard Ricky and Brody make comments about how hot and sexy she looked. She pulled Waylon’s cock between her lips and sucked as much of him as she could. He gripped her hair and she moaned against his cock.

  “Son of a bitch, Amelia. You’re going to make me come, baby.�
�� Waylon eased his cock in and out of her mouth.

  “Damn, woman, you’ve got me there already,” Murphy said then pushed his cock into her pussy.

  She gasped at his size and girth, releasing Waylon’s cock from her mouth.

  Ricky and Brody grabbed her hands and held them above her head. She was at their will and mercy as she exploded and shook with her first orgasm.

  “Gorgeous. You look incredible when you come,” Murphy said then increased his thrusts. He stroked his cock against her pussy then pulled back and thrust into her deeply. She moaned a little louder as the others released her and Murphy grabbed a hold of her hands. They locked gazes and Amelia smiled. Murphy looked so intense and controlled.

  He leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back. They were trying to battle over control of the kiss, and with every stroke of Murphy’s cock she allowed him to take over. Soon he was pulling from her mouth and kissing along her neck as he thrust into her. Amelia reached around and tried to grab his ass. She ran her hands along the muscles of his hips and back, and she spread her legs wider.

  Tilting her head back, she felt him grow thicker and knew he was going to come.

  “Come with me, Amelia,” he ordered. She called out his name as she exploded, and he followed suit before cradling her in his arms and rolling to his side. She lay against Murphy, calming her breathing and kissing his chest. His hands caressed over her ass and hip then up over the sides of her breast, tickling her.

  “Murphy.” She reprimanded then tried to get up. He held her tight and she knew in his grasp and embrace she couldn’t get up unless he allowed it. Murphy had to be in control at all times.

  When she felt the second set of hands on her, caressing her thigh then rolling her away from Murphy, she waited to see if they would argue or fight. Instead Murphy winked at her then stood up from the bed. She turned toward Ricky. He smiled down at her then scooted between her legs.

  Rubbing the palms of his hands together, he stared at her breasts and pussy as he licked his lips.

  “So, where do I start?” he teased and she giggled. Ricky had a hell of a body on him and tattoos along his arm and shoulder. She noticed the scars on his chest immediately. He shook his head at her. “No worries. Just battle wounds.”

  She swallowed hard.

  She stared at him in awe. These men had perfect physiques.

  He cupped her breasts first, and she softly moaned and closed her eyes. “Look at me.”

  She immediately did as Ricky said. Her eyes were wide and she probably appeared fearful because he smiled then winked.

  “You’re going to learn soon enough, that my brothers and I like to be in control in the bedroom.”

  “And everywhere else,” Waylon added, and they all chuckled. The sound of four masculine chuckles made her pussy leak. She was so horny right now everything about them turned her on.

  She moved her hands up to his waist as he leaned down and licked across her nipple. Ricky took his time kissing, licking, and sucking each breast, and Amelia found herself lost in his caresses as she tilted her pussy up against him.

  “Ricky, please.”

  “What do you need, baby?” he asked her as he suckled against her neck and shoulder, making her squirm beneath him.

  “You,” she said and he chuckled.

  “I’m right here.”

  He eased his way inside of her, slowly pressing his cock into her cunt. With each inch she moaned and opened wider for him. She felt so needy and as if the only thing that could ease the ache inside was Ricky’s cock.

  “That’s it, baby. God, Amelia, you feel so tight.”

  He thrust all the way in then sat up pulling her legs up over his thighs.

  “Ricky,” she reprimanded.

  “I’ve dreamed about this moment.” He began a series of long, deep thrusts into her pussy.

  He grabbed her wrists, placed them above her head as he leaned down over her, and thrust his hips, rotating them, pulling out then thrusting back in with deep, penetrating caresses.

  “Perfection.” He covered her mouth and kissed her.

  Soon, he released her wrists and began to make love to her faster. His strokes were relentless as she ran her fingers through his hair and counterthrust up against him. Her body tightened like a bow then snapped as she called his name. Ricky continued to thrust into her three more times then exploded inside of her. He wrapped her in his arms, crushing her momentarily to the bed before he rolled to his side taking her with him.

  She hugged him tight as he caressed her lower back then her ass and trailed a finger down the crack.

  “You have a great ass, Amelia. I can’t wait to fuck it.”

  She sat up, completely caught off guard by his statement. They all chuckled.

  “Don’t scare her, Ricky. She’s new to this,” Brody said, then lifted her up and pulled her on top of him. Ricky rolled over and got up off the bed.

  The light in the room was dim, but she could see some scars on Brody’s chiseled chest. They were sporadic, and appeared like knife marks.

  Amelia straddled Brody’s hips, feeling his long thick cock under her ass and pussy. She couldn’t help the mix of emotions she felt. She was instantly concerned and wondered how he sustained his injuries. She then panicked and hoped that he and his brothers wouldn’t notice hers, in this dim light.

  Brody thrust his cock upward.

  She closed her eyes and turned away from him in embarrassment. Meanwhile, she’d just had sex with his brothers and certainly was going to have sex with Brody and Waylon next.

  Brody grabbed a hold of her hips and thrust upward again. “Look at me.”

  She shyly looked down. The feel of his large hands moving softly up her hips to cup both breasts aroused her senses. She felt her pussy leak then jerked when Brody pinched both nipples.

  He eased the pinch he caused by rolling the pink protruding flesh between two fingers. He somehow used his thumbs to caress the mounds at the same time, and Amelia began to slowly move on him.

  “Take me inside of you, Amelia. Make me come, like I made you come in the barn tonight.”

  She was embarrassed a moment then felt the hands smooth along her shoulders. Waylon was behind her, caressing her skin.

  He reached her hips and thighs, caressing them, sending tingling sensations underneath her skin.

  “Lift up, baby, and take Brody’s cock, while I explore this ass of yours.” He lifted her, and Brody aligned his cock with her pussy, as she adjusted her hips with Waylon’s guidance. Then she lowered onto Brody’s cock.

  “That’s it, baby. Nice and easy.” Brody held her hips, and she slowly adjusted to his girth.

  Up and down, too slow apparently for Brody, because he ground his teeth and nearly growled while she rode him.

  Meanwhile, the feel of Waylon’s hands caressing her ass cheeks, parting them, then stroking her anus had her moving faster.

  “Whatever you’re doing Waylon, she likes it. Keep it up,” Brody said then thrust hard upward, causing Amelia to grab onto his shoulders and fall forward.

  As she gasped in shock at Brody’s strength and power, she felt a finger press to her forbidden hole just as she lowered onto Brody’s cock again.

  “Oh God, it burns,” she stated aloud. Brody held her in place then lifted her up and pulled her back down onto his shaft hard. She was overwhelmed with fullness and need.

  She pushed her ass back against Waylon’s fingers.

  “Ride them, Amelia. Do it,” Murphy commanded. She closed her eyes as Brody roared and thrust up and down as he held her hips so tight. Now her chest was flat against Brody’s as he thrust upward while Waylon finger-fucked her ass.

  She screamed as the orgasm overtook her, but she continued to thrust back against Waylon then downward against Brody.

  Brody roared his release, but before she could catch her breath, Waylon wrapped an arm around her waist to hoist her off of Brody. He pulle
d her to the edge, parted her thighs, and thrust into her to the hilt. She screamed from his invasion, so turned on by his power trip she gasped for air. His arm, like a vise grip around her waist as he held himself deep inside her pussy, kept her steady on all fours.

  He pushed her hair from her face.

  “You are so fucking perfect. I can’t go slow, Amelia. I don’t think I ever will be able to with you.”

  She felt his words to her heart and soul. Her core urged him to thrust into her, to fuck her hard, and as she began to say the words, Waylon pulled out then thrust back in. She gripped the comforter and felt her breasts sway with every deep thrust of his cock into her.

  “You belong to us now, Amelia. No more flirting. No one else but us.” He thrust again and again.

  “Say it,” he demanded but she couldn’t speak.

  He smacked her ass and she screamed a small release.

  “Say it.”

  “You. Just the four of you.” She cried out as her body shook and convulsed from the hardest orgasm yet.

  Waylon pulled out and shoved back in, in a series of long, hard, fast thrusts. She could hardly remain upward and felt her legs shaking.

  “Ours,” he stated loudly then thrust into her deeply, wrapping her in his arm as she lost the ability to remain upright and collapsed to the bed. Waylon landed on top of her but somehow managed to keep most of his weight off of her.

  He pulled her backward so that her back lay flat against his chest while his arm remained wrapped around her midsection cupping a breast and stroking her nipple between two fingers. She opened her eyes to see Murphy standing there smiling.

  “You look lovely, Amelia.”

  “Tired.” She felt herself drifting off into sleep and in the warmth of Waylon’s arms, with her lovers all around her.

  Chapter 9

  Amelia awoke to the sound of her alarm going off. Instantly she felt the hand cupping her breast and the hard body behind her. Someone walked into the room and turned off the alarm.