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

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “The first what? Time you shared a woman? That’s not what I heard.”

  “Who told you otherwise?” Ricky asked, sounding angry. Murphy felt that way, too.

  “It doesn’t matter who. I just need to be sure about this. I want to get to know each of you.”

  Brody caressed her cheek and she leaned into his palm.

  “Baby, last night was incredible.”

  Murphy could tell that his brothers were feeling on edge. Was she going to break things off before they got started? What was holding her back?

  When she wrapped her arms around Brody’s waist and held him close, he released a sigh of relief.

  “Last night was incredible. I just don’t know how a relationship like this can work. The four of you are control freaks.”

  “Control freaks? Honey, we’re leaders. We’re set in our ways,” Ricky stated.

  “I know that and it’s going to take some time to get used to. Like today on the phone, Murphy, I told you that we would talk later and you kept pushing. I don’t like being pushed.” She pulled from Brody’s arms.

  Brody reached for her hand to stop her.

  “Baby, this is new to all of us, too. My brothers and I talked about us last night. We understand what this type of relationship entails. We know what we want and we know we want you. We’ll go slow,” Brody told her.

  Waylon spoke up next, drawing her complete attention to him and his deep voice.

  “Don’t push us away. Don’t run from this.”

  She was silent and Murphy wondered what was going through her head. “I’ll try. I promise.”

  “How about we work on that dinner while you relax?” Ricky suggested.

  She smiled. “I’ll just go change and get washed up.”

  She walked from the room and Murphy looked at his brothers.

  “We’ll work it out,” Brody stated, but Murphy had a bit of an uptight feeling.

  * * * *

  Amelia freshened up then threw on a light sundress. She hadn’t bothered with sandals. As she brushed her hair, she heard her cell phone ringing. At first she felt a twinge of anxiety, hoping that it wasn’t Mano. She reached for it, saw the caller ID, and smiled. Sylvia.

  “Hey you, what’s going on?” she asked as she stood in front of the mirror and made sure that she looked okay. Ricky, Brody, Murphy, and Waylon were very attractive men. She felt almost inferior in good looks and great body department. How could any woman resist such attractive men?

  “How am I doing? How are you doing, chica? Word is, Mano knows you’re in Houston.”

  “So he knows I’m in Houston. Who cares?”

  She turned around and fixed the messy comforter on the bed. She wondered if one of the men had tried to make it this morning, smiling to herself as she thought about the possibility of more mornings like today with them.

  “I heard that he called you. I know he did. He was hounding me for your number since the day after you left New York.”

  “You gave him my number?” Amelia felt her chest tighten. Why would Sylvia do that?

  “Hell no! I told that asshole he fucked up with you big-time and that you deserved better. He wasn’t too happy, but he did seem determined. He told me about his new gigs and making money legit, ya know?”

  “I know.”

  “He called didn’t he? Shit, Amelia, what are you going to do?”

  “He can call me all he wants. I won’t believe his lies and I won’t go down that road again.”

  “He’s determined, Amelia. He hasn’t given up on you. He won’t give up on you. I’m worried.”

  “Please don’t worry. I’m safe here.”

  “Well I do worry. So how are the cowboys out there? Any prospects?”

  Amelia heard the floor creak and turned to see Waylon standing in the doorway with his arms crossed in front of his chest and a rather upset expression on his face. Did he hear her talking?

  “Listen, can I call you later or maybe tomorrow?”

  “Oh shit, you have someone there with you now? Damn, girl, you move fast.”

  “So tomorrow is good, Sylvia?”

  “Sure thing. Have fun and live, Amelia. You deserve to live and be free.”

  “Love you.”

  “Love you, too.”

  Amelia disconnected the call then placed the phone on her bedside table. She plugged in the wire.

  “Who was that and what did you mean by saying you’re safe here?” Waylon asked.

  She released a sigh then sat down on the bed. “Listening in on my private conversations?”

  “Caring about you is more like it. Who was that?”

  She sighed, trying to remember to not make matters worse. She wasn’t ready to bare her soul to them. She wanted to give this relationship a try. She loved being with them.

  “My friend Sylvia. She worries about me. I was just telling her about how safe I am here. No worries, ya know?”

  Waylon walked further into the room.

  One look up into his eyes and she had the feeling he’d heard more of the conversation than he let on.

  “I thought I heard you mention a guy.”

  “Waylon, you shouldn’t eavesdrop on people’s conversations.” She stood up, prepared to argue with him if it kept him from making her talk about the phone call. He grabbed her hips and held her in place.

  His expression was hard as he stared at her lips. Instantly, she was turned on by him. She had to admit that she loved the feel of his hands on her, and his aggressiveness, which should actually scare the crap out of her. She must be a glutton for punishment.

  “Are you hiding something from us?”

  It felt like a punch to her gut. He nailed it on the head and her response, though nonverbal, said it all.

  “Damn, Amelia, you can trust us. If you’re in trouble or if you’re running from something.”

  She shook her head. “Waylon, stop it. Stop trying to force this control on me.”

  He gave her hips a shake. “Force control on you? Amelia, I care deeply about you. Trust does not come easy for me or my brothers and I get the feeling that it doesn’t come easy for you either.”

  “It doesn’t. I’m fine though. There’s no need to worry.”

  She felt his hands caress her hip bones and then move down lower and over her ass. His expression was intense, but she couldn’t turn away from him. She licked her lower lip, and he flinched in response.

  “Arms up,” he ordered, and damn, her body instantly reacted in a positive way.

  “Waylon.”

  “Arms. Up. Now.”

  She felt her belly quiver as she slowly raised her arms up into the air.

  He bent down. She closed her eyes as his hands caressed down the sides of her thighs. In a flash he pulled her dress up and over her head.

  She was only wearing panties, and the dress didn’t leave room for a bra, even a strapless one.

  Her breasts bounced, and immediately he wrapped one strong arm around her waist and lifted her up.

  She held on to his arms and shoulders as he placed her down on the bed. Kneeling between her legs, hovering above her, he stroked a finger between her thighs. Back and forth, he trailed that long, thick digit as he stared down into her eyes.

  “You’re gorgeous. I missed you today, and I want you.”

  “I missed you, too,” she admitted.

  He stopped touching her, stood up, and pulled off his shirt, then undid his pants. She stared as each piece of clothing came off of him and more perfect, muscular flesh appeared.

  His tattoos were bold and colorful as they trailed down and over his shoulder and upper arm.

  The sight of his long, thick cock aroused her senses, and when he reached for her panties, she lifted her hips to aid him.

  He tore them off then lowered his shoulders between her thighs.

  “Open for me. I want some of your sweet cream, Amelia.”

  He used the palms of his hands to spread her open, and a moment later his tongue w
as at her entrance, flicking and sucking her clit.

  She grabbed a hold of his head as his relentless strokes brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

  “Waylon. Oh God, Waylon, what are you doing?”

  He nipped her clit and she gave a small squeal until he pulled from her pussy, grabbed a hold of her hips, and brought her down closer to the edge of the bed. He remained standing over her then aligned his cock with her entrance and shoved inside.

  She moaned as she shook from the instant invasion. The feel of his thick long shaft shoving into her wet, hot folds made her release a sigh of pure relief. She wanted him so badly. Having Waylon inside of her actually brought her instant peace and security. How fucking odd.

  Waylon leaned over her, gripping her hips as she wrapped her legs around his midsection best she could. He was thick, hard, and muscular everywhere as she tried to get closer against him.

  He cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples over and over again, torturing her. Her moans became louder, and she knew the others would hear her. She wanted them here, too. It was so strange to think of the others as Waylon fucked her.

  He raised her hips higher, placed his hands on her shoulders, and pushed down as he thrust into her upward. His cock felt as if it hit her womb with every stroke.

  She burned inside. Her mind absorbed every bit of desire for this man and for his brothers. It irked her. It excited her and scared the living crap out of her. She wanted to be their possession. She wanted them to own her, brand her, and take her to this feeling of completion at every opportunity they could get. She never felt like this. It was so wild and intense.

  “Oh God, Waylon. Harder, harder, Waylon,” she demanded.

  He pressed his entire body against her. He was crushing her as he used both hands to squeeze her ass cheeks open while thrusting into her cunt. She hugged him to her, hardly capable of breathing a full breath because of his weight and his thrusts. She breathed in his scent. She absorbed the feel of hard, muscular male surrounding her. He was so big, and capable, it made her cunt leak with admiration.

  “Fuck, Amelia. I’m coming. Come with me.” He growled at her as he stroked her cunt hard. She gripped him tight and counterthrust against him.

  “Waylon!” She screamed as her body convulsed underneath him. She felt Waylon tense then explode inside of her.

  They panted for air and all she could do was lie there beneath him and relish in the satisfaction of feeling safe with Waylon inside of her.

  Would he really keep me safe? Would it really feel like this forever, or one day would he love me less and less?

  That painful thought brought her back to reality and immediately that safeguard, that imaginary wall, began to rise back up inside of her.

  A moment later he rolled to his side, taking her along with him, causing her to gain full breaths of air. Although he practically crushed her with his weight, she didn’t care. She wanted to feel as close as humanly possible to him. She kissed along his collarbone and neck as he caressed her lower back.

  “You can really get under my skin,” he teased.

  “You can really get under mine,” she retorted then smiled.

  “Um, dessert usually comes after dinner,” Ricky teased as he and Brody stood in the doorway smirking.

  “I wanted dessert first,” Amelia stated boldly. The men raised their eyebrows in surprise.

  “Well why didn’t you say so in the first place?” Ricky asked as he pulled off his shirt and began to undress. Amelia blushed, but didn’t take her eyes off of Ricky. His light blue eyes sparkled, and the more skin, muscles, and tattoos that appeared, the more aroused she became.

  Waylon smacked her ass. “Get up on all fours.” He slid down off the bed and adjusted her body. He grabbed a light hold of her hair. She turned toward him, stimulated once again, by Waylon’s dominant behavior.

  Locking gazes with him, she licked her lips then felt Ricky move in behind her. His cock tapped against the crack of her ass and her pussy. She closed her eyes and released a low moan.

  “You’re going to find yourself in this position, a lot,” Ricky said, caressing a palm over her back then over her ass.

  Waylon leaned forward and kissed her lips. It was a very sensual, arousing kiss that made her nipples harden and her pussy moisten in preparation for Ricky’s cock.

  Waylon released her lips as Ricky slowly pushed his cock into her pussy from behind. She heard Ricky moan.

  “Home. You feel like home, Amelia.” Ricky remained still, deep within her.

  Waylon caressed her cheek. “Soon, we’re going to take you together.”

  Ricky pulled out then thrust right back in. Ricky held her hips and continued to stroke her pussy with his cock.

  She felt her breath catch in her throat.

  Take me together? I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same after that. I don’t know what to do. He feels so good. This feels so right to me.

  Her lips parted and Waylon caressed a thumb along them. Then Brody appeared in front of her.

  He was naked, too, and holding his cock, bringing it closer to her lips.

  “Maybe while Waylon fucks your ass and Ricky fucks your pussy, I’ll stick my dick in this pretty little mouth of yours while we fill you and make you ours.”

  Brody spoke in such a deep, primal tone, Amelia moaned. “Oh God.” She lowered her head and felt the eruption inside of her. Her body shook and then Waylon gripped her hair again and tilted her face up toward him.

  “Do you want that?”

  “I never did anything like that before,” she admitted, her voice cracking as she spoke.

  “Good,” Murphy stated from the doorway. She looked toward him as Waylon released his hold on her.

  “’Cause while I watch my brothers make love to you and claim you, I’ll go last. Just as you think you can’t take any more loving, any more acts of our commitment and possession of you, I’ll make love to you, slowly, deeply, Amelia, and secure the bond between us.”

  She swallowed hard then felt Brody’s fingers beneath her chin. She looked toward him and he pressed his cock closer, indicating what he wanted. She wanted it, too. She wanted everything they promised. She wanted to have them around her, all inside of her.

  Waylon began to move.

  She glanced at him as Ricky pulled out then slowly pushed back into her pussy.

  “Stay,” she whispered.

  Waylon caressed her hair, and then she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to take a taste of Brody’s cock.

  * * * *

  Ricky allowed Amelia to adjust to Brody’s cock in her mouth. Once she seemed to feel comfortable, he worked on finding his own release and claiming Amelia so she would never want to leave them. His thoughts were obviously just as possessive and wanton as his brothers’. Waylon watched in admiration and stroked Amelia’s back. Brody caressed her hair and cheeks as she sucked him, and Murphy stood by the doorway, watching over them. He was the oldest and always acted like they were his responsibility and they each loved him for that.

  Ricky continued to pump his hips, and then Amelia moaned, making Brody grunt, and that set Ricky off. He increased his strokes, thrusting deeply until he could no longer stop his body from erupting.

  Brody moved faster, Amelia tightened up, and then Brody growled as he climaxed. Ricky followed suit, rubbing her ass cheeks, imagining fucking her ass.

  “Amelia!” Ricky yelled then held himself within her.

  He could hear her breathing heavy and felt her body shaking. She could hardly keep upright.

  “So beautiful. All ours, Amelia. You, every part of you is ours,” Brody whispered then leaned down to kiss her.

  Ricky pulled slowly from her body as Amelia lowered to the bed.

  * * * *

  Murphy discarded his clothing then approached the bed. He winked at Ricky who looked extremely happy and then to Brody who was actually smiling. When he locked gazes with Waylon, who caressed Amelia’s back as she rested, he saw the ser
iousness in his brother’s eyes. Would Waylon ever smile and let down that wall around his heart? Could Amelia help heal him?

  He reached down and caressed her back then lifted her up.

  “Oh God, I can’t move,” Amelia whispered.

  Murphy gently lifted her up and into his arms. When she looked at him, she appeared satisfied and tired.

  “Remember what I said before?” he asked her, very seriously. He knew he sounded older, but that was his way. He demanded a lot and expected a lot from people. But mostly he wanted respect.

  She looked him in the eyes. “You were serious?”

  He had to hide his smile. She was perfect. She was amazing.

  “Oh, very serious.”

  He began to walk her into the bathroom.

  The feel of her in his arms, the overwhelming need to provide safety, security, and love for her, flooded his system.

  He set her down on the counter then reached into the shower to start the water.

  When he turned to look at her, she was staring at him. Her eyes roamed over his body.

  He towered over her, especially in the small bathroom. He’d have to duck to get under the spray of the water, but his concern was over Amelia, not him. She would come first now. She would take precedence over everything and everyone else.

  He walked closer and caressed the palms of his hands up her toned thighs. He looked over her tattoo.

  “Why did you pick this? Why one so intricate?”

  He traced along the vines and around the flowers with his finger.

  She laughed then pushed his hand away.

  “Ticklish?” he asked and she nodded her head.

  He leaned forward and kissed her. That kiss grew deeper as he pulled her up into his arms. She kissed him back, rubbing her hands along his shoulders and neck, then cupped his cheeks between her palms. He allowed her control of the kiss as he stepped under the spray of the water. He was right. As he predicted, he wouldn’t fit under the shower spray so he turned Amelia so that her back faced the wall. He wanted to feel every inch of her. He used his palms to caress over her ass as he lowered her feet to the tub floor.