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

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Damn baby, you look so sexy. Your cream is glistening between your thighs. Your ass is so perfect,” he told her then swiped his finger over the cream and pressed it to her anus. He repeated the motion and then leaned down and licked between her ass cheeks.

  “Oh, Ricky. Oh.” She moaned then thrust down and back, spreading herself wider for them.

  “Nice and easy. Just like Waylon,” Ricky said, and Amelia kissed Murphy. She explored his mouth and Murphy enjoyed the way she made love to him. He knew the moment that Ricky breached her ass. Amelia tightened, then pressed her tongue deeper, kissed him harder, as she thrust back against Ricky.

  Ricky moaned then gripped her hips.

  “Slow down. I’ll come before I can even enjoy this tight ass.” He gave her a smack on her cheek and Amelia pulled her mouth from Murphy’s.

  Murphy felt her cream again.

  “Damn, I think our woman likes to get spanked.”

  “Oh God.” Amelia moaned as she tried to counter their thrusts.

  Murphy heard Ricky smack her ass again.

  “You like that? You like being a naughty girl and getting this ass of yours fucked and smacked at the same time?”

  “Oh God, Ricky, I can’t take it. Never. I never thought it could be like this.” She moaned and thrust her pussy down hard over Murphy’s cock, then pulled up and thrust back against Ricky’s cock.

  “Holy shit, Amelia,” Murphy said then exploded inside of her as he gripped her hips, making her remain still while he recovered from the pulsating sensation in his cock.

  “Oh!” She moaned and Ricky gave her ass a smack again.

  “I’m going to enjoy spanking this ass when you’re naughty, Amelia. I’m going to make it pretty and pink. My hand looks so good on your ass, holding it in place while my cock disappears inside of you.”

  “Oh God, Ricky,” Amelia said, tilting her head back, parting her lips, and thrusting back her hips.

  Murphy reached up and pinched her nipples, tugging on them as Ricky thrust in and out of her ass, alternating pumps of his hips with smacks to her backside.

  Ricky grabbed a hold of her hips as Amelia screamed her release.

  “Too fucking good. You’re incredible,” Ricky said, sounding like his teeth were clenched as he held his cock within her ass and came with a low growl.

  Amelia fell against Murphy’s chest and he caressed her damp hair from her face. He locked gazes with Ricky, who was breathing heavy. As Ricky slowly pulled from Amelia’s ass, he nearly stumbled backward. He grabbed onto her back for support.

  “Hot damn, woman. You are a sex goddess. This ass, this body, is fucking incredible. I love you, Amelia. You hear me, Amelia? I fucking love you. I’m never letting you go. Not ever.” Ricky leaned down next to her and caressed her cheek as she held his gaze and smiled.

  “I love you, too, Ricky,” she whispered. Ricky kissed her then caressed her back.

  As Ricky stepped away to get dressed, Murphy moved so that Amelia could sit up.

  He held her cheeks between the palms of his hand. “This is special, this bond between the five of us. I’ve waited for you for forever.” He kissed her softly.

  When he released her lips, she smiled.

  “I love you, Amelia. I’m going to take care of you, and so are my brothers.”

  Amelia smiled, and he could see the tears glistening in her eyes. “I love you, too. I want to feel like this, forever.”

  He hugged her to him, rolling her to the side as he pulled from her body and snuggled close.

  “Close your eyes and rest. We’ll shower when the others are done.”

  She closed her eyes and snuggled against Murphy. He’d never felt so at peace in his life. He’d found his soul mate. He and his brothers found the woman to complete them. What had been a dream, a fantasy that seemed would never come true, became a reality today. He squeezed her tighter. She moaned and pressed harder against him, and he knew she felt the bond between them.

  Now if only he could get the aching little fear in his gut to go away. Was he just nervous from taking this chance? His gut never steered him wrong. Something was bothering him, and he needed to figure it out. For now, he would relish in the aftermath of their lovemaking, and the huge step in the right direction toward ultimate happiness.

  Chapter 13

  After taking showers, Brody was applying some ointment to Amelia’s scratches on the back of her thighs. She was naked in front of him as he knelt down on the towel.

  She saw his scars on his chest and wondered how he sustained them. “How did you get these?”

  He tensed a moment then looked up, his face level with the underside of her breasts and tattoo. “Long story. Battle wounds, ya know?” She felt the sadness in his tone.

  Brody placed his hands on her hips, then leaned forward and kissed her belly. The feel of his lips against her skin, and the gentle, intimate way he held her naked body, with such strong and capable hands, aroused her senses. She was lost in the emotions she felt as he explored her skin with lips and tongue.

  Closing her eyes, she immersed herself in the feel of his long, thick fingers and his hard palms pressed against her skin. They aroused her, and her pussy clenched.

  “What’s this?” he asked. She was suddenly pulled from her daze, and the enjoyment of Brody’s exploration. She felt his thumb brush across the raised skin, and she knew he was referring to the spot underneath the largest flower of the tattoo. It was the main reason she got the tattoo in the first place. She wanted to forget the pain, and the memory of the time Mano burned her.

  He had been smoking a cigar and was pissed at her because he lost a fight. He lost because he wasn’t good enough. The other guy was better. It was one of the moments when he proved that he didn’t love her and that she needed to break free from him.

  As she tried to console him, he freaked on her and pressed the cigar against her side. She remembered the smell of burnt material and flesh. She’d screamed in pain, and he pulled her against him, and kissed her brutally hard. He’d only released her because his brother walked in.

  “Amelia?” Brody stood up. He stared down into her eyes and she felt the tears fill them, but she wouldn’t cry. Instead, she ran the palms of her hands gently over the scars on Brody’s chest and whispered, “I have scars, too.”

  Her voice cracked and she hugged him to her, keeping the tears at bay as he held her in his arms and cursed under his breath.

  “Let’s go get dressed and see the others. I miss them so much. Isn’t it silly?” she asked, keeping her head against his shoulder. She felt Brody’s hands caress her ass and back while he carried her to the bedroom.

  “Not silly at all. We’re yours now, Amelia, and you’re our woman. We’ll protect you forever,” he said then kissed her.

  Amelia hoped that his words were true. But that feeling of uncertainty tinged ever so slightly in her gut. Life couldn’t be so perfect for someone like me. Could it?

  * * * *

  When Amelia walked into the room with Brody, Waylon smiled. He walked over toward her, took her hand, and brought her fingers up to his lips. He kissed each digit.

  “Come sit down and eat. Murphy and Ricky made some lunch since we missed breakfast.”

  She smiled, and he noticed the pink blush appear on her cheeks. She was shy and beautiful. He felt his chest tighten. While she was in the other room with Brody, Waylon had expressed his concern over Amelia finding out about his upcoming training and boxing match. Murphy and Ricky ensured him that he needed to be honest and that Amelia would get the difference. Waylon was a professional fighter, the jerk-off from New York was a fucking joke.

  “I need to talk to you about something,” Waylon said as Amelia took a seat in one of the chairs around the small kitchen table.

  “Okay. What’s going on?” she asked then looked at his brothers. They appeared concerned, too.

  “You know that I’m a professional fighter?”

  She closed her eyes, sighed, then
smiled before she opened them. She reached up and took his hand.

  “I know the difference. I understand. It will take some getting used to, but I get it.”

  “Baby, I’m going to be in training the next few weeks. I have a big match coming up to a well-known guy. It’s in Vegas, and it’s going to be a difficult match. If you can’t handle it. If it upsets you, then I won’t do it.”

  He heard his brothers gasp then release angry sighs. Amelia stood up. She reached up and cupped his cheek.

  “Waylon, I love you. I would never take away your dreams or stand in the way of your goals. You said that you would never hurt me and I believe you.”

  He turned and kissed the palm of her hand. Then she sat down.

  “So who are you up against?” she asked.

  The others brought the sandwiches over to the table and the pitcher of lemonade.

  “A heavyweight from Chicago.”

  She took a sip of lemonade from her glass.

  “Not Jerry O’Connor?”

  He nodded his head.

  “Oh my God, Waylon. You must be really good. He’s tough. He’s also unconventional.”

  “Unconventional?” Murphy asked then took a bite of his sandwich.

  Waylon leaned back against the counter.

  “Yeah. He fights dirty. He has a mean right hook and does these cheap shots. I don’t know your style of fighting, Waylon, but Jerry O is a wild one. He has so much pent-up anger in him. I saw him fight over a year ago. His opponent went out on a stretcher. He suffered a major concussion and broken cheekbone.”

  “Shit,” Ricky said aloud.

  They were all looking at Waylon.

  “I know he’s tough. I’ve got my trainers coming in tomorrow. You think I can’t take him, Amelia?” Waylon asked.

  She stood up and placed her hands on her hips. “How badly do you want to beat him?”

  He looked at his brothers, their stern, hard expressions. It was difficult being so mean and pissed off in front of Amelia, but he was honest.

  “I want to win. The grand prize would be a step in the right direction toward retirement.”

  “You want to stop fighting?” she asked.

  “I thought about it.” He reached out and gently tugged on a strand of her hair.

  “More so recently.” He gave a small smile.

  Amelia grabbed his hand and held it against her chest as she stared up into Waylon’s eyes.

  “Don’t you dare quit for me, Waylon. This is what you do. This is what has helped you over the years to survive and keep the demons at bay. I won’t be an excuse to quit. I won’t stand in your way of succeeding. I can help you.”

  “I’ll need you there with me. I’ll need you to understand that I’m in training and that I want this.”

  “You said that the trainers are coming tomorrow?”

  He nodded his head.

  “Then we better take full advantage of today and tonight to engage in some wild, mind-blowing sex. Because you’re cut off, come Monday night.”

  The guys laughed and Waylon was overwhelmed with emotions and love for this woman before him. He lifted her, she straddled his waist, and he kissed her long and thoroughly. When he finally released her lips while cupping her ass, he smiled.

  “Sex with you is an inspiration. And if I can’t have this hot, sexy pussy and ass for three weeks, then I’m retiring today.”

  Amelia laughed then kissed him softly on the lips.

  “Let’s eat, killer, then we’ll go over a game plan. I may be out of work remember? That means I can focus completely on you.”

  He set her down and gave her ass a smack before she sat down. When he looked at his brothers, they were all smiling and he nearly lost his breath. Amelia did that to them. Amelia was and forever would be their everything.

  Chapter 14

  Murphy explained the plan to Amelia—lunch at Casper’s to get together with some of their military friends and then a quiet dinner alone, at their place, where the beds were king-size and they could share more of themselves with her.

  Sitting here now, leaning her back against Murphy’s chest and his thighs while he sat on a barstool, made her feel content. She listened to the men joke around a bit and loved seeing them like this. She didn’t want to take credit for it, but his friends whispered to her that she was definitely special and thanked her.

  Murphy moved his hand to her shoulder then rubbed his thumb up and down along the base of the back of her neck. She had placed her hair in an updo because it was nearly a hundred degrees outside. She wore a light blue sundress, with scalloped edging along the trim and small sequence beading lining the top of the bodice. It was a bit sexy, but Regan had bought it for her, wanting to cheer her up after the Tucker incident.

  Her men didn’t like the idea of her wearing it in public, but she informed them they she would only wear it when they were around.

  She smiled to herself, thinking about how many times Ricky tried to remove it before they left her cottage.

  She loved the feel of Murphy’s fingers caressing her. He and his brothers always touched her, kept her close to them, and she sought them out every time.

  “So, what’s the problem you wanted to discuss with us?” Sandman asked then took a slug of beer as he held Murphy’s gaze.

  His brothers Duke and Big Jay were there as well. Their wife, Grace, had stayed home with the baby. She was feeling tired, being pregnant and all, so they were only staying for an hour. She could tell that these men loved their woman. Every time they said Grace’s name, their eyes sparkled.

  She wondered if her men would show such love in their eyes, too.

  Murphy’s hold firmed slightly at Sandman’s question.

  “I think Amelia should tell you about him.” She was shocked. So this was why they came here? They wanted to tell their friends, these men who were all involved with the government and law enforcement, about Mano? Did they really think she couldn’t handle this?

  She turned toward Murphy. His hand slid down her neck and back to her waist. He gripped her hip bone.

  “Murphy, what are you talking about?”

  He held her gaze. She was still impressed with his size and muscles. His firm, determined expressions were impressive, and seeing him now, knowing his stubborn, boss-like ways, he wouldn’t drop this issue.

  “I want you to tell them everything you can about Mano. Where he lives, what he does, what he’s gotten in trouble for. I want them to be able to find him and set him straight, so he never bothers you again.”

  She looked at Sandman, his expression just as firm. He was total military and yet, there was something in his eyes. Something deep and dark that gave her the chills.

  As if knowing, he spoke. “Some one wants to hurt you?”

  She shook her head.

  Murphy gave her hip a squeeze. “Tell him the truth. You can trust him.”

  She looked at Murphy. “I can’t believe that you would do this. I told you that I can handle it. You’re not getting involved with this and neither are your friends. He’s not going to bother me, Murphy. So what that he calls and texts?”

  When the second set of hands landed on her shoulders, she looked back and up toward Brody.

  “We think otherwise. Let Sandman do his thing, and if he thinks that this guy will stay in New York, and that he’s not a threat, then we’ll ease up.”

  “No, Brody. No.” She turned toward the bar, trying to ignore them.

  “Let me,” she heard Sandman say, and Brody released his hold.

  Sandman spoke. “Amelia?”

  She looked at him. She clasped her fingers together in nervousness. These men were intimidating.

  “Your men are concerned. Why don’t you explain the situation to me, and then I can determine if they’re just being overprotective.”

  She thought his statement fair, but she didn’t know this guy, despite the way he seemed to show love and affection when he spoke about his wife.

  “I don’
t know you.”

  He smiled. “No, you don’t. But your men do. I can be trusted. Grace was in major danger over a year ago. A serial killer was after her.”

  “Oh my God.” Amelia felt her belly clench. “Well this is nothing like that.”

  “He hasn’t threatened you?”

  “Not really. I mean, just saying that things weren’t over. That he was giving me time.”

  “Let him see the text message,” Brody interrupted. She held her purse tighter.

  “That’s an idea. Can I see them?”

  She didn’t see what harm it could do. He hadn’t texted since the night at the club and the Tucker incident.

  “It’s not really that bad. He’ll stop if I ignore him.” She pulled out the phone. She slid her finger across the lock pad and saw that she had some text messages and a voice mail. She had left the phone on vibrate.

  She would look at them later, but as she pressed the little letter, the latest texts came up and they were from Mano. She swallowed hard.

  “What is it? What’s wrong?” Brody asked.

  She stared at the latest text.

  Whomever you’re fucking is a dead man. I’ll find out. I’ll kill him and then I’ll kill you.

  Sandman gripped her hand as she tried to close the phone and put it back into her bag. She felt Murphy’s arm move around her waist as he stood up and looked over her shoulder.

  Her heart was pounding in her chest. Where did all this aggression come from? Why did Mano suddenly want her so badly?

  Sandman was looking at the cell phone. She looked at Brody, who held her gaze, and she felt Murphy squeezing her tightly.

  “What’s going on?” Ricky asked, joining them. She locked gazes with him. Concern for all four men gave her an instant headache.

  “Amelia, this is a serious threat. Do you understand that?” Sandman asked.

  “Fuck. What the hell do the other two say?” Brody asked, as he looked over Sandman’s shoulder. They were looking at her phone, and reading the messages.

  She pulled from Murphy’s embrace.

  “Amelia,” Waylon said. She turned around toward him.