“Oh!”
“Don’t hold back, baby. Let go,” Brock ordered and she continued to shake and come, losing her voice. She shook and held his gaze as Smith pulled fingers from her pussy and feasted on her cream. She’d orgasmed. She’d come in his mouth and he was devouring her as if it were the most delicious feast he ever had.
“Oh, oh God, that was incredible.”
Brock cupped her cheeks. “You’re incredible.” He kissed her, and then she felt Smith pull the fingers from her pussy and lean up with such an intense stare. She felt her body shaking. He pulled her firmer against his crotch, her thighs around his thick waist as he leaned over her, appearing so carnal and possessive.
“You taste fucking delicious. I’ll never get enough of you. Never.” He covered her mouth and kissed her. The taste of her own cream elicited a wild sensation inside of her. She was in serious trouble. She would never be the same woman again. Never.
* * * *
Brock stood between her thighs now as she sat up and fixed her skirt. Her cheeks were flush, her lips swollen, and she looked incredibly happy. He caressed her toned thighs, thrilled that she’d let the walls down a little. But he was very concerned about the dark, long scar on her groin. He couldn’t help but wonder if she had been sexually assaulted. He and his team knew nothing about her or her life, and now was the time to get some answers.
He held her gaze. He maneuvered his hands against her cheeks and the back of her head, holding her in place and keeping them eye-to-eye. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing gentled, and her chest and cheeks red from the pleasure they gave her.
“I understand that took a lot for you to let that happen between us. Thank you for trusting us with that. You’re so lovely when you come, Arabella. I want to see that look on your face all the time. My team and I want to bring you pleasure and happiness. But we can’t do that if you’re not completely honest with us.”
Her small smile faded as she lowered her eyes. “I can’t, Brock.”
He used his thumbs to tilt her chin back up so she could look at him again. She was so delicate and beautiful. His hands were huge compared to her face as he held her. The possessive feeling consumed Brock and made him feel the deep need to protect her and keep her safe and in his arms, but he needed to go slow, yet be firm with proving their intentions.
“We’re a team here. We look out for one another and we protect one another. When I ask a question and want answers, I get them.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you threatening me?”
“Of course not. I’m letting you know that I care for you. We all do and the attraction is like nothing none of us have experienced before. But seeing that scar by your groin upsets us. Someone made that mark. Someone hurt you, scared you, and I think he has something to do with why you and your family have been on the run.”
She closed her eyes and covered her mouth with her hand. He moved his hands to her shoulders then to her arms as he caressed them.
“Please, Brock,” she begged for him to drop it, but he couldn’t.
He caressed her thighs. “Baby, talk to us. Explain so we can help you.”
“Did someone rape you?” Reno asked, and then swallowed hard. She shook her head and relief seemed to echo around the room with each exhale.
“He tried,” she whispered.
“What happened?” Smith asked as he clasped his hand with hers.
She looked at him. “He was interrupted by his partner.”
Brock raised his eyebrow. “Partner?”
“Liam and Julia’s father.”
“What happened to him? Was he hurt, or involved?” Reno asked.
“He was involved. Both men were abusive. They were criminals, cops.” She reached up and ran her finger along the tattoo on Brock’s arm. “Special Forces.”
No wonder she had been so scared by them.
“Damn, baby. No wonder we frightened you so much,” Rex said and reached over to caress his knuckles against her cheek.
“Where are they now?” Brock inquired. “These men I’m assuming are the ones you’ve been running from.”
“One will be out of jail in one week, and the other has been hunting us for him.”
“We need their names,” Smith said.
She shook her head and pushed off the island to stand up. Brock stopped her from moving too far from him. “I can’t. They’ll find us. They’ll get tipped off about where we are. You don’t understand these men. They have connections. They were cops and soldiers and are resourceful with connections everywhere.”
He pulled her closer and held her in his arms.
“Baby, we’ve got some pretty damn good connections ourselves. No one will know or catch on to anything.”
She shook her head, a tear rolling from her eyes. “I have to protect my family. I’m sorry but I just can’t risk it.”
“Baby, you can’t keep running,” Reno told her.
Brock caressed her lower back as he held her close.
“I need to go. I have to get ready for work at Rocky’s tonight.” Brock made a face and the others mumbled.
Brock squeezed her a little snugger as he looked her body over and caressed a hand under her skirt to her ass. “I hate that fucking uniform,” he whispered.
She hugged him, wrapped her arms around him, and her warm breath collided against his chest through his T-shirt.
“I hate it, too, but the uniform helps to get the tips and make the money,” she replied.
He continued to caress her ass. His desire to possess her, make love to her was growing stronger.
“Do you have to work there?” Rex asked, stepping up behind her as he covered her shoulders and squeezed them. She closed her eyes and leaned back against him.
“I have to. The money is great and I’ll need it when we leave.”
Brock squeezed her tighter. She gasped, opening her eyes as he maneuvered his hand along her ass cheek to the crack then to her pussy. Her lips parted.
“I want you to think about this. Think about us helping you, protecting you and your family. I promise that we can fix whatever went wrong and stop the men who want to hurt you. We can help you find work, make better money and not by showing off this sexy body. You’re going to be our woman, Arabella, and no woman of mine is going to be flashing her sexy body around a bar with a bunch of horny cowboys in it trying to steal a feel.” He pressed his finger deeper and she closed her eyes and moaned. Rex kissed her shoulder then maneuvered his hands under her arms to her breasts, cupping them.
“Oh God, Brock, please.” She moaned.
“Are you going to think about it? About letting us take care of you and help you?” he asked, stroking her cunt, feeling her juices flow and coat his fingers. She was so responsive and sexy.
“Yes,” she whispered. He lowered down to his knee, lifted her thigh up over one shoulder, and added a second finger to her cunt. In and out he pumped his fingers as Rex held her, as he massaged and manipulated her breasts.
Brock kissed her inner thigh and lifted her skirt. He used his other hand to push her panties aside as he continued to stroke her. His eyes locked on the scar by her groin, and his stomach knotted and his chest tightened. He swore to himself that no man would ever hurt her again and the one responsible for this scar was never coming near Arabella again. He licked the scar and then licked her pussy, her sweet cream filling his senses.
“Fucking delicious,” he whispered, and she moaned aloud.
“I love your breasts, baby. They’re too fucking big for my hands, and I’ve got big hands,” Rex told her. She was turned on by both of them. He felt the gush of cream and her hips thrusting forward. He increased the speed of his finger thrusts as he suckled her clit, then swirled his tongue in exploration.
He used his thumb to try and bring her to climax. Rex joined in the exploration of their woman’s body. He stroked a finger over her pussy and Brock pulled his finger out to let Rex pump his finger into her to lubricate it. As he removed his finge
r and stroked back toward Arabella’s forbidden hole, Brock pressed his fingers again to her cunt and added a second digit. He heard her moan and tighten up, and then Rex pressed a wet digit against her puckered hole as Brock suckled and pumped fingers to her cunt. She moaned and thrust her ass downward and Rex pressed firmer, gaining access to her ass. She moaned aloud, but Rex had a strong arm wrapped around her midsection, holding her upright.
Brock had her one thigh over his shoulder and a perfect view of what their tactics were doing to her lovely body. Her pussy was swollen and dripping with cream. She felt so tight, aroused as her inner muscles gripped his digits.
“That’s it, baby,” Rex whispered against her neck. “Let us explore what’s ours. This pussy, this ass is ours.”
“Oh God, I never. Oh!”
“Brock!” she screamed and they pumped both fingers into her ass and cunt at the same time. He felt so wild, so needy as he slurped away her cream, and her moans stroked his ego. She was losing her ability to stand but Rex was there to help her. Together they would all keep her safe and protected.
She was so damn wet and tight as he increased his thrusts, causing her to scream her release. She was shaking, panting while he pulled fingers from her ass and pussy then he devoured her cream until she could no longer stand. Rex lifted her up and carried her out of the room to the living room.
Brock fell back onto his ass as he heard Reno and Smith chuckling. “Incredible,” Reno said, following Rex out of the room.
Smith held Brock’s gaze, his expression intense and hard. “I can’t let her leave Pearl, leave us. We have to get her to open up, Brock.”
“I know. It’s going to take some time. We can’t force her.”
Smith looked toward the living room and then back toward Brock.
“I don’t think we have enough time for that.” He walked out of the kitchen.
* * * *
Arabella was trying to calm her breathing. The men were so amazing and they made her want things she wasn’t sure she could have. But being here with them and feeling so much seemed to be breaking down the walls around her heart. It was such a risk to take. Rex held her in his arms as he sat on the couch. She stared at his shirt and ran the palm of her hand along his pectoral muscles. He felt like steel. She felt safe in his arms and she couldn’t resist wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him as her belly and pussy tingled after what Rex and Brock had done to her.
Rex caressed her back and kissed the top of her head. She didn’t need to open her eyes to see that the others joined them. The couch dipped as someone sat down and moved her legs over their lap and caressed her thighs. Her pussy came to life all over again.
She imagined Rex’s green eyes watching her. His arms, muscular and tattooed, felt so good against her. Keeping her face pressed against his chest, she opened her eyes to see Reno there. Blond hair, blue eyes, calm and capable, the deputy softly ran the palms of his large hands back and forth over her calves.
“Thank you for trusting us with that. You looked incredible, baby. I can’t wait to taste you, too, to bring you such pleasure.”
She felt a bit intimidated now. Being surrounded in the room by four extra-large, retired, military men was giving her palpitations. She nibbled her bottom lip and he moved his hands higher up her thigh.
“I never did anything like that before.”
Reno smiled while Rex continued to caress her back. She was sitting up now, as she glanced toward Brock and Smith, who joined them, sitting on the large, wooden coffee table next to the couch. They were all gathered around her again, like a huddle, a protective shield.
“Have you ever had two men bring you pleasure together?” Rex asked as he kissed her neck. His warm, masculine lips did incredible things to her. She closed her eyes.
“Never been touched in either place,” she whispered.
Rex’s lips stopped and then Reno took her hand and brought it to his lips. She opened her eyes and watched him kiss her knuckles.
“Never, baby? You’re a virgin?” he asked, holding her gaze, his eyes locked on hers over her knuckles as he kissed them.
A tear escaped her eye, and her voice quivered. “He almost took that from me, too.”
“Fuck.” Brock reached over and cupped her chin. Turning her toward him, he used his thumb to wipe away the tears. “He can’t hurt you anymore. Let us in, Bella. Let us take care of you and your family. We’ll never let him touch you again.”
The tears flowed onward and she felt so conflicted. She had spent years being so independent and the past three trying to be so strong, to handle all of it. She was exhausted and feeling defeated until she came here to Pearl and met all these amazing people in this fairy-tale place. She wanted to accept their help so badly and lean on them. But she was conflicted with her own need to remain in control, with fear that Kever and Anthony would find them and hurt them and perhaps even hurt these men or the wonderful people who had been so giving. She battled with an answer. Her body shook.
“Just one word, baby. Just say yes, and we’ll be here for you. We’ll fix it all,” Brock told her.
She locked gazes with him through blurry eyes. Brock, was so big, fierce, a leader, their leader in military and in civilian life. He was charismatic and sexy with his bulging muscles, bold tattoos, and commanding persona. She glanced at Smith who shared the same intense personality, and she wanted to believe that she would be safe with them.
Reno squeezed her hand and Rex kissed her shoulder. “We promise that the four of us can and will protect you and your family. Just say yes. Let us in. Let us help you to get back your life,” Rex whispered.
She cried, sobbed as her chest tightened and she got out the word. “Yes.”
Brock knelt on the floor by the couch and pulled her into a hug. She sobbed against his strong, solid shoulder as his arms surrounded her. When she felt the others touching her, caressing her all at the same time, a feeling of comfort, protection, like some force field, radiated around her and through her body. She prayed that she didn’t just make the last and final mistake of her life. If she did, and these men hurt her and her family, she wouldn’t be able to go on living. She’d give up and end it all. She just couldn’t bear the pain she knew she would feel.
Chapter 10
“How did things go with Arabella yesterday?” Mark Santos asked Brock as they talked in the main office of Liberty Construction. They were discussing another team of retired soldiers who were moving to Pearl in one of the new constructed houses in Phase I of the complex. Brock knew two of the men from basic training. Galvin and Orin were Texas Rangers now, and their other team members from the military, Gus, Harper, and Mace had taken different law enforcement positions outside of Keanter. Wyatt’s joke about soldiers invading Pearl was starting to become a reality. Except this wasn’t going to be some military town, life on a base. These men and women coming here were seeking the comfort of being around people like themselves who were transitioning into civilian life.
“Well, we made some progress,” Brock said, and Mark smiled.
“She’s a very beautiful woman. It’s smart that you and the team jumped on becoming her and the family’s guardians.”
Brock felt a jealous feeling consume him. “Why, were there other men interested?”
Mark smiled. “Are you kidding me? Of course there were. But that doesn’t matter now. So tell me what you found out. Is there anything I can do to help? You know I have people everywhere.”
“As do we. She’s still too scared and untrusting. Someone hurt her pretty badly.”
“How badly?” Mark asked, now looking angry. It was pretty evident that the men around Pearl protected women and felt pretty strongly against abuse and mistreatment. But Mark was a good friend and he trusted him.
“She has a scar.”
“Where?”
Brock held his gaze as he took a deep breath and released it. “On her groin.”
“Oh fuck.” Mark ran his fingers through his hai
r. “Did she give any details?”
“Just that she wasn’t raped.”
“Thank God. But still it must have been traumatic.”
“The guys who are after them were cops, retired Special Forces.”
“What the fuck?” Mark exclaimed, standing up.
“I know. It hit us all pretty hard. No wonder she had been so resistant to us.”
“You’re breaking through that though. It’s going to take time to really gain her trust. It’s understandable.”
“Well, I think the problem here is that we don’t have a lot of time. First of all, we don’t want her working at Rocky’s anymore.”
“Well, that’s not going to go over well. Millie and Diane said that was her main way of making money.”
“I know. We’ll take care of her. We just need to get her to let us.”
Mark exhaled. “That’s not going to be easy. She’s been the main breadwinner. You can’t expect her to just allow the four of you to take over her life. She’ll need her independence, and to work. Maintaining some normalcy while also allowing her to see your protectiveness and guidance is imperative. If you push her, force her to sit around and do nothing, she’ll resent you. You’ll make things harder instead of easier. So even though it might make you jealous and upset to see her still working at Rocky’s, you need to allow it.”
“If I learned anything in this life, nothing worthwhile ever comes easy.”
“You’re not kidding. Since you saw this scar, I’m assuming you’ve made some progress on the intimacy scale. So that would seem to be a sure sign that you’re gaining her trust. Did she give you any idea who she’s running from?”
“These guys, one of them tried to rape her but wasn’t successful.”
“What?” Mark said in anger as he took some heated breaths.
“I know. It was a shock when Smith discovered it. Everything stopped. I thought my heart was going to jump through my skin out of my chest. She’s so beautiful and very scared. To see that, to just imagine what she went through disgusts me and pisses me off. If I ever come face-to-face with that bastard, I’ll kill him.”
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