“It was the first real opportunity I had.”
“No, it wasn’t. That night at my uncle’s house, I told you that I really liked you. You shot me down. Made me feel like I wasn’t good enough for you.”
His throat tightened up. He felt terrible.
“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’ve never really cared for a woman the way I’ve cared for you. The timing still wasn’t right, and we were trying to identify DeLacruz.”
“I realize that. I thought that maybe, at the masquerade, you had gone to search for a woman to share, and that when you discovered I was there, and could possibly allow a stranger to have me, you took a chance.”
“We did take a chance. We were pissed that you would be at such an event,” L.T. said as he entered the bathroom. Axel and Quentin followed him. They all wore only boxers.
She looked at them. “So you were jealous that another man might have me? Is that the only reason you approached?”
“The moment you stepped into the room, Mariah, we noticed you. Amongst all those people, all those costumes, you stood out to us,” Deacon said.
“When the men danced with you, it pissed us off, and then when we saw that guy bring you over to a group of men who were into some sick fantasy games, I had to do something,” L.T. said.
“But the moment we knew that it was you, we took the opportunity to touch you, get close to you like we always wanted to. There was no fear, just hunger,” Axel said.
“So, the masks helped give you the confidence you needed to finally go after what you wanted?” she asked.
“Just as it gave you the confidence to fulfill your own fantasy,” Quentin stated.
“I was only there because I was trying to get the four of you out of my head,” she said.
“What?” Deacon asked, grabbing her hips. His cock was still deep inside of her, and she felt perfect.
“I wanted to get you out of my head. I had saved my virginity for the four of you, and then you pushed me away after that incident in my uncle’s house. I thought when you three kissed me, and Deacon tasted me, that it was the beginning.”
“Then L.T. called with information on Michael’s murder. It scared us. Made us remember that you’re his sister,” Quentin said.
“So we all had our reasons for attending the masquerade. We were trying to hide our true feelings while also trying to identify Michael’s killer,” L.T. added.
“It all worked out. We’d do anything for you, Mariah. We’re sorry it took so long for us to have the guts to show you how we feel,” Deacon stated.
“I understand that it must be hard for you. Being a soldier, going through the things you experienced probably makes your hearts hard. I want you four to let me in. Give me all of you like I’m giving you all of me. Let’s finally end the masquerade, and show one another every part of us. I love you all,” she said.
“And we love you,” Deacon told her. The others said they loved her and then L.T. opened up a big towel and stood there.
“Let’s go, baby, your men need some loving, too,” he said and then winked at Deacon. Quentin helped her out of the tub, as Deacon moaned from their bodies parting from intimacy. She smiled at him and L.T. carried her into the bedroom.
They dried her off as they discarded their boxers. Deacon came out and sat in the chair by the bed.
“How do you want it, baby?” Axel asked as he kissed along her neck, making goose bumps travel under her skin.
“In every hole, the way you want to.”
“Oh, fuck, baby, you know how to get me hard,” Axel said and then lay down on the edge of the bed. His legs were hanging off the side corner and then L.T. lifted her up so she could straddle him. She gripped Axel’s hard shaft and aligned her pussy with the mushroom top.
“Bring it on, honey, and get ready to get thoroughly fucked.”
Her eyes widened at his words as she lowered her body over his cock. She took him in slowly and opened her mouth to moan at the sensations. L.T. pressed his palm between her shoulder blades, as Axel cupped her breasts. She felt the cool liquid to her anus as Axel began to thrust up into her. She tried to ride him, but then Quentin placed his hand over her head, entwined his fingers in her hair, and tilted her head to the left edge of the bed. He held his cock in his hands and she licked her lips. “Every hole, as you asked, baby.”
“Open wide, Mariah. Let your men possess you and make love to you,” Deacon stated from the chair he remained sitting in and watching. Even that turned her on. As she licked the tip of Quentin’s cock, swirled her tongue over and around the base, Axel thrust upward. Quentin pushed deeper and then she pulled him in and began to bob her head up and down. Just as she started to get used to the odd rhythm of Quentin in her mouth and Axel in her pussy, thrusting upward, L.T. pressed his cock into her ass. She was on fire, but so filled with cock, she couldn’t do anything else but let them love her, control her body, and dominate her the way she’d always fantasized about. The sounds of their grunts and chants filled the room and Quentin came and then Axel. She thrust her ass back hard and L.T. smacked her ass.
Smack, smack, smack.
Three times and she exploded in pleasure with L.T. following suit and calling her name.
In the aftermath of their lovemaking, they gathered on the bed, turned off the lights, and snuggled together.
Her American soldiers, her lovers, and the only men she truly trusted with all her heart, body, and soul. She was finally home, and they were finally an ultimate part of her heart that could never be taken away.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.
My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.
Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.
Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.
I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.
Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.
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