Sons of Justice 7: Letting Go of the Pain (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

Panther still held her up against him, her leg raised against his hip, giving Steve better access to stroking her cunt. She was rocking her hips, completely turned on by their moves, by how the four of them worked together, touching her, talking to her, arousing her.

  “It’s too much too soon. It’s not fair. Not fair that you make me feel this way. I can’t. Oh God I—”

  Panther kissed her on the mouth. She was in tune to everything right now. To how Mink slid his palm to her thigh and ass, squeezing it up against Panther’s hip as he suckled on her breast. On the other side, Eddie was playing with the string on her panties and kneading and squeezing her ass while kissing her shoulder, making the camisole go down on that side. Behind her, Steve stroked fingers into her sopping wet channel as Panther held her cheeks between his hands and devoured her moans, kissing her deeply and tenderly, making her feel even more wild and crazy. It was like nothing, nothing she had ever experienced before, and as he released her lips, she rocked her hips. He held her gaze, his hands cupping her cheeks.

  “Come for us. Right fucking now, you come for us, show us that you feel what we feel and that you want more. That you want more with us,” he commanded, and it was an order, a command, a demand, an example of his character and his position as leader of this team and of her, too. Instead of freaking out at his words, that look of hunger, need in his dark blue eyes sent her over the edge.

  “Yes! Oh God, Panther, Eddie, Mink, Steve, I can’t believe this is happening. I…I…ohhh!” She came, screaming out, thrusting, moaning, and then feeling limp, but they all held her right there between them.

  Mink released her breast so that Panther could hug her tight as Steve slid his fingers from her cunt but not before stroking her anus as Eddie and Mink slid their hands along her thighs, fixed her skirt, and caressed her together.

  “Holy fuck, Lauren. Talk about a home invasion. You just infiltrated the most highly protected, non-penetrable hearts of four men that ever existed, and goddamn, I want fucking more. So much fucking more,” Panther told her, lifting her up into his arms and carrying her over to the outdoor love seat, where he sat down and held her in his arms as she caught her breath and recovered from the most incredible ménage make-out session to ever occur between just friends.

  She giggled as tears stung her eyes.

  They were quiet as she pulled back, feeling like she probably looked like a mess and hoping she looked like a hot mess to them. Her camisole was lowered, her bra straps off her shoulders, deep cleavage exposed, and her heart pounded inside of her chest.

  “Laughter?” Panther asked, looking insulted or hurt.

  She reached up and cupped his cheek, the beard tickling her palm.

  “I don’t know what the hell just happened, but I’m thinking that the whole friend thing is—”

  “Fucking bullshit,” Eddie stated firmly. She swallowed hard and turned to the right to look at him. He looked so serious and hard. She eyed Eddie over. That tattoo against his neck no longer appeared scary. Instead it was a turn-on, and it brought on questions she wanted and would get to ask him.

  “Exactly, because I think we kind of just screwed up any possibility of us being friends,” she replied.

  “We knew instantly that we weren’t going to be just friends but so much more,” Mink said to her.

  Panther slid his palms up and down her thighs under her skirt all the way to her hips.

  “You got one hell of a body on you, Lauren. I have a lot of ideas about how we are going to spend the rest of the day with you.”

  She gulped and held on to his wrists and stopped him from moving them up and down her thighs to her hips. She couldn’t concentrate, and she needed to gain some control here. This was all so different, like nothing she had ever experienced before. She held his wrists.

  “I think we reached capacity of levels to fool around and explore on a first date.”

  “Oh, baby, we sure the fuck didn’t.” Steve caressed her hair, gave it a yank, and leaned down to touch his lips to hers.

  She closed her eyes and relished his sexy response and how easily he had control over her, but when the hand cupped her one breast and pushed the camisole down lower on her left side, panic sank in fast. That was the side her burn mark was on.

  She pulled back and wiggled to get free.

  “No. Don’t move. What’s wrong?” Panther asked. She pulled her camisole up and then her sweater and fixed her top.

  “I think we should stop.”

  Steve caressed her hair. “I don’t.”

  She swallowed hard and forced the tears away as best she could. Eddie reached down and cupped her cheek and jaw. He stared down into her eyes.

  “Tears? Are we scaring you? Are you thinking that we could push ourselves on you?” he asked, sounding not only offended but concerned.

  She covered his wrist with her hand as she reached up and held his gaze.

  She needed to be honest. She’d spoken to her cousin and her sisters, and they were right. They said that she would know if she cared for these men and wanted more of them or if she couldn’t let go of the pain in her past for them because the connection wasn’t strong enough. It was beyond strong. It would be impossible to deny these feelings and not want these four men in every way. But not today. Not after one date, hell, a twenty-damn-minute conversation on their back patio. Jesus, what the hell is going on here? This can’t be normal.

  They were silent, but none of them pushed. They just surrounded her like this.

  She took a deep breath, looked at all four men, and exhaled. She held Eddie’s hand and cupped Panther’s cheek then reached out and took Mink’s hand as Steve kept his hands on her shoulders and squeezed. She exhaled, looked back up at Steve, and then back toward Panther.

  “Honesty is key I’m told, so here it goes.”

  She licked her lower lip, and Panther squinted and watched her tongue. He was so manly, sexy, and strong. She could feel how thick and hard his leg muscles were, and her pussy was wet and throbbing just from sitting on his lap, feeling Steve’s hands caress her shoulders and having Eddie and Mink touching her at the same time.

  Her chest tightened, and her face heated.

  “I like this. I like how close we are, just like this, and I feel so much as you all touch me together. I like how the four of you work together, surround me together, make me feel protected and special and like nothing else matters. Not the past, not the expectation of fears brought on by my past.”

  “That’s a good thing,” Eddie said to her.

  “Good and bad. Good because I get a feel of happiness that’s foreign to me and bad because my mind, my body, and the emotional and physical pain I experienced forces its way to the present. Makes me question your words, your actions, and reminds me that I’m not a good judge of character. I’m not in control of my gut instincts, and with the four of you, all the fears, the insecurities, the weakness come flooding back because the four of you are super capable.”

  Panther gripped her hips and stroked her hipbones.

  “Sweetie, we are hardcore, capable soldiers, and, yes, people who have a clue fear us for those capabilities, but we’re good men. Men who will put you first and who will not betray the trust you put in us and in this relationship.”

  “How do you know? How can you be sure that you won’t snap? That I won’t say or do something that angers you and then you’ll strike?” she asked as a tear fell.

  Steve pressed up against her back and squeezed her shoulders.

  “Those two dicks you were in a relationship with did not deserve to have you as their woman.”

  “What did they do to you, baby? How did they break you down so terribly that you can’t see what’s right in front of you and how real, how honest and true we are being?” Eddie asked.

  She looked up at him. “What didn’t they do? What didn’t I do wrong? I don’t know how it happened. I just tried so hard to be what they wanted and needed, but it was never enough. Everything I did caused me pain and a re
action in both of them that scared me so much. I can’t explain it.”

  “They’re dead though,” Steven replied.

  “Thank God they are because, if they weren’t, I surely would be by now.”

  Panther squinted and then cupped her cheek.

  “It was that bad? They abused you on a regular basis?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  “No one was there to help you? Not your sisters, your uncle, cousin, any family, hell, the cops?” Eddie asked. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

  “It was in a matter of months that the abuse started and progressed. By the time Thylane and I were held hostage, Logan and Connor had already broken me down. The fear I had of them…” She shook her head and tried to ease up off of Panther’s lap.

  He held her steady. “Stay right here. With us surrounding you, protecting you even from the memories of that abuse you sustained. Go on, we want to understand and know more.”

  “I don’t talk about it. It’s been three years, Panther. Three, and I still have nightmares. I still think about the things they said and did to me to make me weak. I compare every man, ever soldier to them.”

  “Have you been with anyone since them?” Mink asked her, and she shook her head.

  “Here today, with the four of you, is the first time I’ve let another man close to me, to kiss me, never mind intimately touch me, and that scares the hell out of me.” She felt her body shaking.

  “That’s the last thing we want to do to you, sweetie. We can do slow, if that’s what you need,” Steve said to her.

  She eased up, and Panther held her by her hips under her skirt still.

  “Slow is one thing. Holding back, denying this attraction, or putting up walls is not acceptable. We’re risking a lot, too. What happened here today has shocked all of us, but I do believe my team and I are on board together. That we want you. Want to get to know you better and see where this leads,” Panther said to her.

  “I’m not denying anything. I just need time, and I’m scared, Panther. I don’t want to feel pain like that again.”

  He stroked her jaw and gripped it.

  “Only pleasure, and remember, later on, they’ll be some more taste testing, and your sweet, wet pussy is on the menu.”

  She gasped, her lips parted, and he held her gaze.

  “Now kiss me and seal the promise that you’ll let us do some more exploring so you can get used to our touches and their effect on you.”

  She held his gaze as his team, his brothers, stared at her and waited for her response.

  “Can I say I’ll see later?”

  “No. You say yes because you want to know what it feels like to have our tongues on you, tasting your cream, bringing you pleasure, and that decision is all yours and it’s because you want it and you want more, you want us doing the exploring.”

  She felt her pussy cream just from his words and how wild, experienced, and commanding he was.

  “Then, yes. I want that.” She slowly leaned closer and kissed him.

  “Let’s do lunch now then.” Eddie slapped his hands together.

  They laughed, but then Steve eased her up off of Panther’s lap. His hands slid along her thighs, and there she stood on shaky legs, wondering how the heck she was going to even eat as she anticipated being feasted on for dessert?

  * * * *

  Eddie shook his head and laughed. “You are so full of crap. I had you beat by a mile.”

  Steve, Panther, and Mink started laughing.

  “I don’t think it was quite a mile,” Steve said to him.

  “I know it was. I hauled ass to that finish line, and you were nowhere in sight,” Eddie said.

  “That’s because I was already past the finish line,” Steve countered, and Eddie and Panther really started laughing.

  “He’s lying, Lauren. He won’t ever admit to defeat, but that’s okay. He’s still my brother,” he said to Steve, and Steve got straight faced but then lowered his eyes and shook head.

  Lauren re-crossed her legs, and Eddie placed his arm over the back of the couch where she sat.

  He held her gaze, feeling so much so quickly. He loved having a woman here, and especially Lauren. She fit right into their conversations, and they talked like they hadn’t done in a while. He ran his hand over her knee and then up her skirt a little. She glanced at him.

  “I’ll get the brownies,” Mink said, leaving the room.

  “It’s nice having you here with us,” he said to her, stroking her thigh.

  She held his gaze. “What do you guys usually do when you hang out?”

  He glanced at Panther, who was leaning back against the couch next to her. He took her hand and brought it to his lips.

  “We all have different responsibilities, but once we’re home, we look at the house, the training gym outside in the shed as decompressing time. We could work out in the gym out there, do projects around the house, simple maintenance stuff,” Panther said to her.

  “We make sure our gear is ready. We have several sets depending on the location that we’re shipped off to. Everything needs to be in order.”

  “How often do you have to leave?” she asked.

  Eddie stroked her thigh higher and to her hip. He leaned over and kissed her chin.

  “There’s no real pattern, baby. We get a call, sometimes a text, and we have to go. No questions asked until we get to the meet-up location or hear from our contact over the phone,” Panther said to her.

  “That’s scary. Don’t you get worried or fear where you could be sent to and how dangerous it is?” she asked.

  “It’s what we do,” Steve said to her, and she glanced at him.

  “When was your last mission?” she asked him.

  Steve just stared at her.

  “We had one not too long ago,” Eddie said to her.

  “Months ago for me,” Steven said to her.

  “So you don’t have to go together? You separate?” she asked,

  “Now we do,” Steve said.

  “No, we don’t separate. The last one we did Steve’s talents weren’t needed, so he stuck back and held down the fort and handled things. Got to help out Bo with the construction, which is something Steve enjoys doing,” Panther said to him.

  Steve held his gaze, and Eddie hoped Steve wouldn’t lose it right now and start a fight. Everything was going perfectly, and Eddie was really enjoying spending time with Lauren and feeling so attracted to her. He started to really want the things their friends had. A woman to come home to. A woman to eventually love, wake up to in bed with and cater to. She had been abused, hurt, and nearly killed. Lauren deserved so much more in life. They could provide those things for her.

  “This is nice.” Eddie leaned closer. He stared into her aqua-blue eyes and then pressed his lips to hers.

  She cupped his cheek, and he deepened the kiss. The feel of her nails and fingers pushing through his crew-cut hair against his scalp gave him the chills. He eased his hand up her skirt, and she grabbed onto his hand to stop him. He pulled back.

  “Your lips are addicting.”

  She worried her bottom lip, and then as if trying to slow things down again, she reached out and stroked his neck.

  “Did this hurt?” she asked about his tattoo.

  “A little.”

  “He was drunk off his ass,” Mink replied, coming into the living room carrying a tray of brownies.

  “I wasn’t drunk,” he replied.

  “What does it mean?” She asked him about the symbol.

  “It’s the Armor of God. It means being ready for the day when evil comes so that you can stand your ground and have the power to do so.”

  “We all have a version of it on us. Mine is the actual armor, latticed along my upper arm to my shoulder,” Panther told her and pushed his shirt up higher.

  “Mine has the armor, as well as Zeus in red wearing the armor of God,” Mink said to her and showed her his arm.

  She reached out and caressed his muscles.
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  He, in return, knelt onto the floor in front of her, slowly lifted her leg so her legs uncrossed, and then he slid his hands up her thighs under her skirt to her hips.

  “Lift up and let me take off your panties so we can really get a good look at you.”

  “Mink.” He shook his head, and Eddie cupped her cheeks.

  “Trust us,” he said and slowly lowered his mouth to hers and helped her lean back and shift lower. Mink lifted her hips and pulled off her panties.

  She pulled from Eddie’s mouth as Mink grabbed her hips and had her ass off the edge of the deep couch cushion.

  She grabbed out at Eddie and Panther, who were on either side of her.

  “The brownies? I thought you said brownies,” she said, gasping for breath as Steve knelt down on the floor next to Mink.

  “You first then brownies.” He slid a finger up into her cunt.

  She went to close her legs, but Steve and Panther moved their palms over her inner thighs and down under her knees, spreading her higher, keeping her open to Mink and Steve.

  “Oh God!” she exclaimed and came.

  “Fuck, that is hot,” Mink said and lowered down and began to feast on her wet pussy.

  Steve pushed her skirt up to her waist so they could see their brother feast on her. The sight instantly made his dick hard. Her bare, wet pussy glistened with cream as Mink licked and stoked his tongue in and out of it. He alternated fingers, thrusting, curling up into her cunt, and then he growled against her pussy, lifted her hips higher, placing her legs over his shoulders, and stroked her pussy and asshole.

  “Mink!” she screamed out and came. Her nails dug into Eddie’s thigh and Mink’s, too.

  “My turn,” Steve said, and Mink winked at her.

  “You’re delicious, baby. Now let my brothers have a taste, too,” Mink told her and eased back, only for Panther and Eddie to caress their palms up her thighs, spreading her as Steve took Mink’s position on the floor between her legs. Eddie slid a finger up into her cunt and held her gaze.

  “You are awfully wet, sugar.”

  She nodded, lips parted, eyes glistening.

  “We will never hurt you. You tell us what you like, what feels good and what scares you. Okay?”