“You okay?” he asked, and she turned her head to look at him, only for Hans to slide his palm up her hip to her breast and cup it.
Her intake of breath had Hans opening his eyes and leaning up on his elbow to look at her.
“Sladkaya, you hurting?” he asked.
“No,” she said, feeling emotional. She felt safe, loved, protected like this. She rolled to her back so she could look at both men and touch them, but they had a different idea in mind. So did the others as Hans and Nolan lifted her arms above her head and both lowered down to suckle her breasts.
She closed her eyes and moaned.
“What’s going on in here?” Brye asked.
She popped her eyes open, and Brye climbed up between her legs, fully naked and sporting one long, thick cock.
She licked her lips. “They woke me up.”
“It sounded like you woke them up,” Brye said and spread her thighs, lowered his shoulders down between them, and started to feast on her cunt.
She tilted her pelvis up and moaned.
Hans and Nolan lifted their mouths from her breasts.
“We’ll never get enough of you. You realize that, don’t ya?” Nolan asked. She held his gaze. He was so very handsome.
“I’ll never get enough of any of you,” she whispered.
“Good.” Brye lifted her hips, slid up over her, and stroked his cock into her cunt.
She felt the ache, the slight soreness, and moaned and gripped his shoulders. He paused.
“Are you too sore?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Keep moving. Don’t stop.” She ran her palms up his chest.
“Grab the lube, Hans.” Nolan then eased off the bed.
“Good morning, baby.” Brye thrust hard and deep.
She gripped his shoulders, gasped, and parted her lips. “Morning,” she whispered and then closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and felt the tiny spasms begin to erupt in her pussy.
“Ready,” Hans said, and she went to look at him, but then Brye rolled to his back taking her with him so she now straddled his hips. He scooted down to the edge of the bed. His legs hung off, her ass stuck out, the cool air colliding with it, but then she felt the palms and the stroke to her anus.
“I love fucking this ass,” Nolan said, and she gasped. Brye thrust upward, and Hans cupped her cheek and then bent down to kiss her lips.
“I need that sexy mouth.” Hans brought his cock to her lips just as Nolan pressed cool lube to her ass.
The burning reminded her of how many times they all made love to her together. They didn’t give her much of a reprieve, and she sure wasn’t asking for any. She was infatuated with all of them.
She eased her mouth over Hans’s cock, taking him into her mouth. He moaned and stroked her hair.
Then she felt Nolan’s fingers leave her ass and his cock replace them.
“Here we go. We are one,” he said and slowly pushed his cock into her ass.
They all moaned.
She felt the mix of excitement, nervousness as she took three cocks into her body and couldn’t focus on just one single stroke. She bobbed her head up and down on Hans’s cock, absorbing the familiar scent that was all Hans, all male. The way he gripped her hair with his large hand and then stroked not only the locks but her cheek and jaw as if mesmerized watching her suck him down. It inspired her, encouraged her to please him and make him love her ministrations, but then the feel of Brye’s hard hands gripping her hips pulled her attention. She felt his thrusts. Up, down, up, and down, her pelvis slammed against his, and her pussy vibrated, and just as she felt the sensations intensify, her heart race, Nola’s cock slid deeper into her ass causing a collision of sensations—spasms and pure ecstasy—to attack every one of her senses. She felt out of control, yet completely connected and attached to these three men.
In and out, Nolan, Hans, and Brye stroked into her. They started moving faster, and she bobbed her head up and down, faster when she felt Hans’s cock grow thicker. He gripped her head, and he came in her mouth. She swallowed him, and when he pulled out, Nolan gripped her shoulders as Brye gripped her hips and they both thrust into her deeply. She gasped with every stroke and absorbed every sensation, including the feel of their hard thighs and arm muscles, and how she fit so perfectly between them and felt protected and desired. It was like they were part of her now, and she didn’t want to think of life without them. Tears stung her eyes, an instant obsession revealed as Nolan and Brye thrust harder, deeper, and she came, and they followed. She fell to Brye’s chest, and Nolan caressed her ass cheeks and then disappeared to get her a washcloth and towel. She lay there against Brye, kissing his skin.
“Where are John and Spartan?” she asked.
“Living room. Spartan and John got a call an hour ago about a mission. They’re assigning men and getting information,” Brye said, caressing her hair from her cheeks. She played with his nipple, and it hardened before her eyes. She leaned closer and licked it.
“I am awfully sensitive right now, baby.” He caressed her ass and hip. She tilted up toward him.
“So it doesn’t feel good? You don’t like it?” she asked, and he squinted at her. Then he smiled and rolled her to her back and covered her body, resting on his elbows so he didn’t crush her.
“I love it. Would love it a lot before I come while we’re exploring and getting ready to make love. But once I come, once I make love to you, my body is so damn sensitive it makes me ache and shiver.”
“Oh.” She realized that an experienced woman might know that, but not her. She looked away. He cupped her cheek.
“Hey, I love that it’s going to be my brothers and I teaching you things. Exploring all the possibilities in bed with you. Understand me?” he asked in a commanding tone, reminding her of his position of authority. Her pussy throbbed.
“Yes, sir.”
Hans and Nolan chuckled. They were getting dressed.
“We’re going to get stuff to make breakfast.”
“Really?” she asked, smiling.
“You seem surprised,” Hans said.
“Nope, just really, really hungry.” She tapped Brye’s shoulder.
He lifted up. “Where are you going?”
“Shower then to help. Come on.”
“Nah, I’m staying in bed, but maybe I’ll join you in that shower,” he told her, and she felt her entire body flush.
Nolan laughed and pulled her into his arms and off the bed.
“I don’t think she’s ready for that,” he said, chuckling and kissing her neck.
“After what we shared? Seriously, baby, don’t be shy. In fact, we’ll go over some rules when you’re done,” Brye said to her.
“Rules?” she asked.
“Yeah, like you remaining naked when we’re around you in our place here.”
“Sorry, buddy, that isn’t happening,” she said, and Hans chuckled.
“That’s what you think,” Nolan said and spanked her ass as he set her down by the bathroom door.
“Go shower. We’ll meet in the kitchen.”
* * * *
Spartan leaned against the kitchen counter and rubbed his jaw. He stared at John. “We need to tell her.”
“I know. It’s just that after last night and this morning, hell just now as the others made love to her, it’s terrible timing.”
“It’s what we’ve been waiting for. Whether she was claimed by us or not, we intended to go rescue her fathers. If Jaguar has confirmation and needs our specialties and resources, then we go,” John stated firmly.
“I don’t want to leave her,” Spartan said.
“Like I do or any of us do? We have no choice. We assign men to her while we go.”
“Like who? Who are we going to trust? Besides, she has work at the school and her friends around. She should stay at our place behind the security gates.”
“That’s fine. She’s our woman. We’ve claimed guardianship of her. She should be living with us.”
“What’s going on?” Nolan asked, walking into the room, smiling.
“How is she?” Spartan asked.
“Addicting,” Nolan said and grabbed a water bottle from her refrigerator.
John and Spartan smirked. Hans and Brye walked into the room.
“Where’s Cherokee?” Spartan asked.
“Showering,” Brye said.
“Alone?” John asked, standing up.
“She was a bit shy about one of us joining her,” Brye said.
“Yeah, poor thing turned as red as a cherry when Brye said he might join her.” Hans smirked.
“She’s so fucking sweet and inexperienced. My God, though, she was responsive last night. To all of us. Hell to all of it,” Nolan said and rubbed his jaw.
Spartan looked at John and nodded. John walked out of the room and headed to the bedroom. Brye, Nolan, and Hans looked at him.
“What’s going on?” Hans asked.
“Heard from Jaguar. Looks like we’re going in. We leave in a couple of days.”
“Are you fucking serious?” Hans asked. The atmosphere in the room instantly changed.
Nolan looked toward the hallway and bedroom.
“What are we going to tell her?” he asked.
“The truth. That we’re going on a mission,” Spartan said.
“Lie about it being to rescue her fathers?” Brye asked.
“No. We can’t have any lies between us, and she’ll figure out fast that the danger is great.”
“She might not take this well at all, Spartan. I mean her fathers disappeared, and then she gets attacked and has to take off for here. She lets her guard down with us, and we claim guardianship of her, only to leave her now and go into danger to rescue her fathers. She’ll be a mess,” Nolan said to him.
“She’s a strong woman, and she knows the deal. Being our woman, she has to be strong and take orders,” Spartan said firmly. He needed his men in the right frames of mind, or they could all die, along with her fathers, too.
“Okay, let’s look at it this way,” Hans said. “She is our woman now. We’re going to have a wife. Her fathers are our good friends, and they need rescuing. We keep our heads on straight and focus on that rescue and being soldiers like we do best. Then we get back to her, and with her dads’ safe, secure, and back in her life. We can do this.”
They were silent a moment.
“It’s going to suck leaving her. I mean that body of hers. Fuck.” Brye shook his head. They all chuckled. Brye nodded. “In.”
“In,” Nolan said.
“Good, now let’s cook her breakfast. I’ll go join John and her, and then we break the news,” Spartan said and exited the kitchen.
As he walked into the bedroom, he could hear Cherokee gasping and as he undressed and rounded the corner, John had her bent over the bathroom counter and was thrusting into her pussy from behind. She was holding on to the counter, breasts swaying, head hanging, and pushing her ass back against him.
“Holy fuck,” John said.
“My thoughts exactly,” Spartan stated, and Cherokee cried out her release as she turned to look at Spartan, eyes wide, face flushed, and the most lovely enticing treat he’d ever laid eyes on.
“Damn, Cherokee. My God,” John said after he came inside of her. He pulled out then turned her around and hugged her tight. He ran his hand over her ass and locked gazes with Spartan, looking at him like a man who was going to be suffering greatly having to leave this woman.
“Shower. Now,” Spartan commanded and stuck out his hand. She nibbled her bottom lip. Spartan raised one eyebrow up at her.
“Good luck, man. Why do you think we were out here?” He winked then gave her ass a tap. “Rules, Baby. Rules,” John said and exited the bathroom.
Spartan closed the space between them. He held her against his chest, the water running in the shower and steam coming into the room.
“Enjoy your time with the others this morning?” he asked and stroked her jaw. She tilted her head back to stare up into his eyes. He was so much bigger than her. He felt protective.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. We’re going to have many more days and nights like this. There are things to go over, but first things first. A shower.” He went to move, and she stood still.
“Spartan, I…
He gripped her hand and pulled her next to him then pressed a possessive hand over her ass.
“I want you in the shower, not only so I can make love to you but so I can take care of you, wash your sexy curves, cater to your needs, and then make you come, calling my name.” He held her gaze, and her lips parted. He pressed his lips to hers. He delved his tongue in deeply in exploration. He loved her taste, her scent and the feel of her in his arms. She was his woman. A woman to come home to, to love, to care about, and to spoil rotten. Holy fuck. He thought about leaving her and his heart ached and his gut clenched. He lifted her up, carried her into the shower and pressed her up against the wall.
He pulled from her mouth.
“You are mine always, Cherokee. This is forever. No matter what may happen over time, any time, know that we are one forever.”
She widened her eyes, and he aligned his cock with her pussy and slid right into her wet channel. The water sprayed over her body as she gasped, tilted her hips forward, and rocked against him. In and out he thrust his hips and then shoved deeply, held himself there, and suckled her neck. He was breathing rapidly, absorbing the feel of her fingernails trailing along his neck, giving him the chills.
He whispered into her ear, “My lover. My sweet, angelic lover. You’re my first and my only. Know that truth, Cherokee. You, only.” He then pulled back and shoved into her harder, deeper.
“Spartan. Oh, Spartan!” she exclaimed and came.
He followed and then held her in his arms as the water sprayed over them and just relished the feel of her so close. Leaving her was going to be like having part of his heart ripped from his chest. Torture. Absolute torture.
* * * *
Cherokee knew something was up, as they were all sort of quiet during breakfast and now gathered around the living room talking about the plans for the day. Spartan kept getting phone calls, and he and John and then the others, one by one, would walk into the bedroom to talk. She knew not to ask questions. It was more than likely Sons of Justice business, and she knew they couldn’t tell her. But when John glanced at her looking a bit upset, her gut clenched with concern.
She wore a flared skirt of black and a light green sweater, and Hans pulled her onto his lap while Nolan sat next to him and stroked her calf. It was arousing, and she felt content. Then Spartan spoke.
“Cherokee, we need to discuss something important with you. It’s bad timing, but ultimately may have promising results.” He stood there watching her. John stood next to him, and the others were gathered around her.
“Okay, what is it?” She sat up on Hans’ lap.
“We have to leave for a mission,” Spartan said to her, and she suddenly felt all the life, the happiness, the excitement of this new relationship dissipate with those words alone.
“You have to leave me?” she asked.
“We don’t want to, but we have to,” Nolan said.
“None of us wants to,” Hans said to her.
She looked at each of them, and she couldn’t help but get emotional. “I didn’t think you guys did missions anymore. I thought that was the point of being commanders of the Sons of Justice.” Her eyes filled up with tears.
Hans stroked her thigh, and she got up and stepped to the side. She crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“I don’t understand,” she said. “Did you know this before? Is that why you made love to me?”
“No, we didn’t know we would have to leave on a mission,” Brye said.
“I knew that it was a great possibility. Not that we all would need to go, but our abilities are all needed,” Spartan said.
She was silent, trying to absorb what was h
appening here. The feelings, the fears. Could they get hurt or killed? It was instant. The thoughts of her dads and how they still were nowhere to be found and how hard it had been. Now, here she was, the woman of five soldiers, and they were leaving her and she couldn’t know anything. Couldn’t ask anything.
The tear fell, and she quickly wiped it away.
“We normally wouldn’t tell you, or anyone else, what the mission is about, but in this case, we’re making an exception,” Spartan said to her. She just stared at him. Then at all of them and their beauty, their masculinity, and how much she loved them. Yes, loved them already.
“We’re going to rescue your fathers,” Spartan said to her, and she gasped and held her hand over her heart in shock.
“My fathers?”
“Yes. We’ve been working with Jaguar and getting intel on where they’re being held,” John started to explain.
“Held?” she asked.
“We can’t give you more. You have to trust us to do our jobs and to get in there and out of there with your fathers and the rest of the team going in,” Spartan said to her.
“Are they hurt? Are they being held prisoner? Where?” she asked.
John and Spartan shook their heads.
More tears fell.
John stepped forward and took her hands into his. “You are going to have to be strong, baby, and trust us here. It isn’t what we planned, but know that we will do what is necessary to save them,” John said.
She hugged him tight. “But now I’ll worry about the five of you. How can this be happening? There isn’t anyone else to go? Is it dangerous? Scratch that, of course it is. Shit!” she exclaimed and pulled back. Her head was whirling with different thoughts. She had to be strong here. She was her fathers’ daughter and the woman of soldiers who were in charge of a special organization. She couldn’t be weak. As much as it hurt, as scared as she was, she needed to be strong here.
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