He turned to look at Alana, feeling overwhelmed and at a loss.
“Did you plan this? Did you put them up to this?” he asked in disbelief. An expression of insult and shock crossed her face before tears filled her eyes. She shook her head.
“You see, Gabe? You are a hero, and everyone in Scrantonville knows it. You’ve touched people’s lives, and when that happens, it’s special, just like you.”
He shook his head as his eyes welled up with tears. He hugged her, and then he heard his mother’s voice.
Marcy and Michael ran forward and stopped in front of him. His mother was hysterically crying, her hand over her mouth, staring at him in disbelief. His father had his arm wrapped around her shoulder, and he, too, had tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Gabe,” his father said.
“Don’t cry, Mom. I’m here, and I’m alive.”
They hugged him tight as they cried about miracles and having their son return home to them safe and sound.
This was the second best day of his life. The first one was when Alana had shown up in Tranquility and forced him to realize she still loved him and that he wasn’t a failure in her eyes. The second was this moment. To feel his mother’s hug and the healing it provided him just like when he was a child and got hurt. All the pain and fear disappeared. It was magical. He was a grown man with so many misconceptions and fears holding him back. He could have lost the opportunity to feel the power of his mother’s and father’s embrace, as well as the love and embrace of the people in the community he grew up in. He owed it all to Alana, the love of his life, his heart and his soul, his everything.
* * * *
Neil stood in the woods and hid within the trees. He peered through the binoculars and watched the house for several hours. No movement and no sign of Alana. She hadn’t been at work the last several days, and he needed to see her. His quick fix turned out to be more than he had anticipated, and when he’d killed her, he had left a trail of blood behind him.
Her roommate arrived home after all, and she wasn’t alone.
He had barely gotten his clothes on. He was certain he’d forgotten something and had left something behind. He had to make his move. He needed to grab Alana and take her away someplace they could be alone. He was going to keep her forever.
He knew his truck was stocked with everything he needed. Guns, food, ammunition, clothes, and even things for Alana to wear. Although he loved her in skirts and in all her classy dresses, it didn’t make sense for her to wear such things where they were going. He leaned against the tree and wondered where she could be. He tried to fight the thought that she was with them. Four assholes and one invalid. The fucking soldiers were weak and useless. He was the real deal. He’d killed so many fucking people that the government discharged him. He’d been making progress and kicking ass like a Marine should do. Those damn pussies in the government wanted to sit behind a desk all cushy and comfy while soldiers died left and right for bureaucratic bullshit. Not him. He wasn’t going to die in the middle of some fucking desert within some godforsaken village of terrorist assholes and their families. He’d done what he had to do, and the government, his own leaders, found fault in that.
Fuck them, and fuck those five pussies who are trying to take my woman away from me.
He pointed his rifle at the house and used the sight to clearly mark the back doorway.
“If one of you fuckheads are standing there, and in the way of me getting my woman, I’m going to blow your fucking head off.”
He pretended to pull the trigger and pretended to make the sound of a shot.
He chuckled and lowered his weapon. “I’ve always been a patient man, and I always take a direct order and follow that order until the mission is complete.”
He looked to his side.
“Isn’t that right, commander?”
He smirked to himself. He’d prove he was the best soldier ever, even to his dead commander and the rest of his troop who could no longer join the fight with him.
* * * *
“You’re something else, do you know that?” Jeb asked Alana as he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her from behind.
She stared out toward the barbecue and all Gabe’s family and friends.
“Me? I didn’t do anything,” she whispered.
He kissed her neck and inhaled against her skin.
“Doll, you brought him back to us, to his family and to you.”
She turned in his arms and ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders, her expression serious.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
Jeb looked over her shoulder and saw Gabe smiling and talking with some friends. Jaxon, Gator, and Geno were laughing with Gabe’s mom and dad, and Jeb felt content.
“Gabe had so many issues when he retired from the Corps. A lot of guys lose their minds or try to hurt themselves. He just closed up and wouldn’t allow anyone in. We all had a rough time. Nightmares, anxiety attacks, and just trying to fit in. But Gabe shut down. He was abrupt and angry all the time, and he wanted nothing to do with talking about his home or his past. Jaxon even tried to encourage him to call his family. We didn’t even know about you.”
She looked down, and he lifted her chin back up with his fingers.
“Hey, I’m not kidding when I say he was fucked up.”
“I know. He was pretty straightforward about wanting me to think of him as dead,” she said.
“But you changed that. You changed all of us. You really brought this team together like we haven’t been in years. I mean we’ve always relied on one another and just knew we needed to continue to live our lives as a team, but we never expected to feel the way you’ve made us feel, Alana. You truly complete us, and I want you to know that I love you.”
“Oh, Jeb, I love you too.” She stood up on tiptoes, and he lifted her higher so he could kiss her.
“Hey, if she’s handing out kisses, I want some too,” Gator teased, joining them.
Jeb released her to Gator, who pulled her into his arms and hugged her.
“You’re an angel, doll, our very own angel, and I love you,” he told her.
“And I love you.”
“And what about me?” Geno asked.
She chuckled, and Jeb smiled wide.
“Who couldn’t love you?” she said, pulling him closer by his shirt. She stood up on tiptoes and whispered to him, “And that dirty little mouth and mind of yours.” She kissed him.
Geno ran his hands along her ass, squeezing her.
“You’re the one who mentioned getting dirty. I’ve got some very dirty thoughts about you and this fine piece of ass.”
She gave his shoulder a smack, and Jeb laughed.
* * * *
Jaxon was standing by the large tree and swing where Jim and Teddy were. They talked about the recent murders of two young women and how they were trying to catch the guy.
‘Yeah, I read about it in the papers and online. Sick bastard. Are you guys any closer to catching him?”
“Gunner has some leads. That’s why we can’t stay long. We have to get back to Salvation,” Teddy told him.
“Yeah, it’s a terrible situation. People are beginning to panic,” Jim said.
“Well, maybe it will make women more aware of what’s going on around them and remind them not to take chances. You know, follow their instincts,” Jaxon said as he looked over at Alana with his team. She was young, sexy, and beautiful, just as the two women who were killed had been. It made his stomach ache and his gut clench with concern.
He didn’t know why he felt so worried.
“Do you think this guy knew the women or just randomly chose them?” he asked.
“I think randomly chose them. Opportunity of convenience. Hopefully he’ll screw up soon, and we’ll catch him.”
Jaxon watched Alana as she walked down from the porch and some guys, who were friends of hers, stopped her. They hugged her, and she smiled as she kissed them back but quickly pul
led away. He supposed he would always have this protective feeling over her. She was such a sweet woman with a great big heart, and people instantly liked her. In a matter of weeks, she had changed their lives. He knew what his job was and what it would continue to be. To protect Alana and his team. No matter what the cost, he would always put them first and do what was best for them. Nothing would change that.
* * * *
Gabe clasped her hands above her head as he thrust his hips. Alana’s legs hung over his thighs and against his waist as he thrust his cock deep, up into her pussy.
She held his gaze, and he absorbed every ounce of love and passion combusting between them. The way her large breasts bounced with each stroke of his cock. How her long brown hair cascaded over the pillows and how her chest heaved up and down.
“I love you, baby. I love being inside of you.”
“I love you too,” she said, and he lowered down and held himself, still not wanting to come. Not until the others joined them.
He glanced to the right, and there stood Jaxon. He stroked his cock and stared at Alana.
Gabe lowered down and used all his strength to roll her to the right so she was now straddling him.
Jaxon reached out and ran his palms along her ass cheeks.
“Baby, I’ve waited three days to have you, and it was fucking torture.”
She smiled as she thrust up and down, riding Gabe. Gabe reached up and cupped her breasts. She moaned and jerked a moment, and Gabe knew that Jaxon was stimulating her.
“Where do you want my cock, Alana?” Jaxon asked.
“Oh, Jaxon, please. Don’t tease me.”
Geno approached, ran his fingers through her hair, and gripped her head. She looked up toward him.
“Tell him, baby. We all want to hear that sweet little mouth talk dirty. Then, if you’re a good girl, I’m going to fuck this mouth. You want that?”
“Yes. Yes, Geno.”
Jeb joined in. “Then tell him.”
“Tell me where you want my cock,” Jaxon pushed.
“My ass. Fuck my ass, Jaxon, please.”
“Hot damn, you don’t need to ask me twice,” Jaxon said.
Gabe lifted her up then lowered her back down on his shaft. He watched Gabe pull her toward him and then saw Alana open her mouth and begin to lick and taste Geno’s cock. She moaned loudly, and he felt the pressure, heard Jaxon moan, and then he knew Jaxon had penetrated her ass fully. That was it. They all lost it and began to thrust, stroke, and rock, making the bed shake as they filled Alana in every hole.
“Fuck, I’m there. Damn, baby,” Gabe said as he came inside of her.
Geno followed after and fell to the bed. Jaxon was still thrusting into her ass.
* * * *
Gator watched, and he looked at Jeb, and then they both joined in. Jaxon lifted her up and back, keeping his dick in her ass as he gave orders.
Gabe moved out of the way, and so did Geno.
Jeb and Gator knelt on the bed and watched Alana as they stroked their cocks.
“Spread your thighs. Use your fingers to open your pussy lips while I fuck this ass.”
“Jaxon. Oh God, Jaxon.” She moaned and slightly fell forward as she came.
“Holy shit, that is hot. Damn, she likes you ordering her around, Jaxon. You should see her cream dripping from her pussy,” Jeb said, and he stroked a finger over her pussy then pressed up into her.
She moaned and thrust as Gator licked her nipple and pulled on it. He swirled his tongue around her breast then tugged.
“I think Jeb needs to feel your mouth on him, baby. Open that mouth and suck his cock,” Jaxon ordered then lowered her down so she could reach Jeb. Jeb held his cock in his hand as he leaned back on his heels on the bed. Alana’s thighs were spread wide, and Jaxon was slowly moving in and out of her ass.
Gator was staring at her, and Jaxon knew he wanted some too.
Alana sucked Jeb’s cock until Jaxon gave her ass a smack.
“Now, Gator,” he ordered.
She released Jeb’s cock and moved her head to the right toward Gator. Gator grabbed her hair and head as she opened wide and took him inside of her mouth.
“Fuck, that is hot. Damn, baby, I’m going to come.”
Jaxon rocked his hips, and Alana pulled from Gator’s cock.
Jeb continued to play with her pussy, pushing his finger in and out of her cunt as Gator nipped her nipple.
“Stop teasing me and fuck me already,” she yelled, and Jaxon stopped. Gator, Jeb, Gabe, and Geno all looked at her. Geno whistled.
“Damn, Jaxon, she told you.”
Alana screamed as Jaxon pulled from her ass, flipped her over his lap, and smacked her ass.
“Jaxon!” she yelled as she held onto his leg so she wouldn’t fall, and Jaxon gave a series of smacks to her ass.
* * * *
Alana’s heart was pounding in her chest, and once the dizziness subsided, she yelled out again.
“Oh. Oh!” she moaned.
“Hot damn, I love this woman,” Gator said and ran his palms up her thighs, spreading them as Jaxon spanked her ass.
She felt Gator’s fingers press up into her pussy as someone spread her thighs wider, making one leg drop off of Jaxon’s lap.
She found herself rocking and thrusting against Jaxon as he randomly smacked her ass in between Gator’s strokes with his finger in her pussy.
“Please, Jaxon. Please, I can’t take it,” she begged.
Jaxon chuckled, and Gator pulled his fingers from her cunt.
“Get on the bed, Gator,” Jaxon ordered as he turned her around and placed her on top of Gator.
Alana held his gaze. His blue eyes sparkled with desire and hunger as she sank down onto his shaft. She felt so wet and slick that she could hear the sounds as their bodies collided. Jaxon pushed her down gently, and then she felt the cool, liquid to her anus again, and the anticipation was killing her.
“Please. Please, Jaxon,” she begged, actually begged to be fucked in the ass by Jaxon.
She felt the fingers in her hair and then her head being turned to the right. There was Jeb with his cock in his hand, waiting for her to suck him.
“Now,” Jeb ordered.
She gulped, her heart pounded, and she opened wide and took him into her mouth. Behind her, Jaxon stroked into her ass in one smooth thrust, filling her. That was it. She lost focus as her body tightened like a bow about to break and she came. Jaxon and Gator rocked into her hard and fast. Jeb held her head and stroked faster into her mouth. Suddenly the three of them roared, and they came at once, filling her with their seed and marking her, ruining her for anyone but her five lusty lovers. She was exhausted as her eyes closed, and nothing else mattered but relishing the aftermath of their night of pleasure.
Chapter 9
Alana was working at the boutique in the back room when her cell phone rang. She saw the caller ID as she placed the last set of sweaters onto the rack that needed to be wheeled out front by Monique. It was Jaxon.
“Where are you?” he demanded to know.
“Jaxon, where do you think I am?” she asked, chuckling.
“Shit. Sorry. How is everything going? Will she need you much longer?”
“I know it’s a Sunday, but with the winter clothing line coming in, and people already shopping for the holidays, we’re behind. I think I’ll be at least a few more hours.”
“Damn. We’re meeting at Casper’s.”
“I can meet you there when I’m done.”
“No. One of us will come get you.”
“I can get a ride with Monique. It’s not a big deal. What’s wrong with you? Something is up.”
He sighed on the line and then exhaled.
“You heard about the young woman that went missing last weekend?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Well, she was at Casper’s that night. Her friend thought she had left with someone, and then when she got to their place, the killer was there. They found her
body and some evidence. They think the guy might be in Tranquility.”
“Oh God, that’s terrible. Did her friend walk in on it?”
“Not really sure. Gunner isn’t saying much except that they have some concrete evidence. The killer screwed up and left clues behind and fingerprints. They’ll hopefully have him identified soon.”
“Well, that’s good news then.”
“Not until he’s caught and behind bars. I want you to call me when you and Monique are done. One of us will come pick you ladies up.”
“Okay, Jaxon. I’d better go, or it will be four hours more instead of three.”
“Watch it, you.”
“Or else what, exactly?” she teased, knowing he was such a control freak.
“You know exactly what. A nice pink ass.”
“Hmm. Promises, promises.”
“Later, doll.”
“Later, Marine.”
Alana disconnected the call and chuckled.
She didn’t know where Monique had disappeared to as she stood up and started pushing the rack of sweaters out to the front. They had a display prepared, and Mrs. Hamlet wanted things done perfectly.
As she pushed the cart to the dark room, she wondered why all the lights were off. She knew that Mrs. Hamlet wanted her customers surprised by the new displays, but how could they even see what they were doing?
“Monique? Mrs. Hamlet?” She stopped the cart in front of the empty display. She thought she heard something and turned around. There was someone standing there.
She gasped and then heard the voice.
“Hello, Alana. I’ve been waiting for you.”
She recognized the voice, and then he came out of the shadows.
“Neil?” She looked around her, not really processing what was happening here. His eyes seemed to widen that she’d remembered his name, and in a series of quick, panicked thoughts, she wondered if he was some lunatic.
He was on her in a flash, and she turned to run, but he grabbed her arm. His hold was forceful and firm. His tight grip scared her, and she tried pulling away and demanding he release her.
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