Her Soldiers, page 2
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one about to lose a load in the parking lot.
She laughed softly. “Relax. It’s not like I’m gonna get called away on duty,” she teased, a glint of humor in her depths.
Reaching over, he unbuckled her. His stared visibly darkened as he took her in. Even in a baggy outer layer, she looked good to both of us. It was pretty damn obvious he wanted the sweater off, though.
Suddenly, she seemed nervous, biting her bottom lip as she fidgeted with her hands in her lap. “You boys go on in. I’ll be there in a sec.”
One look at Ben and I knew we were in agreement. “I don’t think so, baby girl.” I slid her right into Ben’s grasp and hopped out of the truck. We’d been separated for seven months, dammit. I wasn’t about to spend another minute apart for at least a week.
She screeched, breaking into laughter as he hauled her out of the vehicle. “Stop.” On solid ground, she tried to evade his grip, but failed.
His arms snaked around her, crushing her back to his front. He nuzzled the space between her neck and shoulder, and she gave up the fight, rapidly melting into his embrace. His body relaxed around her, sighing in relief.
Damn right, brother. We were home. We were finally home.
Chapter Four
Savannah
Brody dropped their bags inside the front door and stole me from Ben. He pulled me flush against him and claimed my lips. His erection pressed firmly against my lower stomach through my layers. He plunged his tongue into the cavern of my mouth, tasting me thoroughly before nipping at my lips, teasing me.
Moving in behind me, I felt Ben remove the pins from my hair, one by one, before finally freeing my strands from the band. Sweeping my long waves aside, he closed his mouth over my neck, feathering my sensitive flesh with kisses as he carefully removed my necklace.
A soft moan escaped me as my need made itself known. I needed them.
Liquid desire heated my apex as they moved around me, working in tandem to slowly strip me bare. They paid no mind to the daring layers I’d chosen, more anxious to rid me of them than to admire them, particularly Brody. I didn’t break from his lips, he didn’t let me break from his lips, until Ben slipped a finger between my folds, circling my pearl, testing me I was sure. “Not fair.” My protest was spineless and weak.
Tweaking my nipples, Brody’s gaze openly roamed my abundance. Abruptly, he grabbed his cock through his pants. “That’s all I need. Let’s go, baby girl.” He snatched my hand and led me to the bedroom.
Glimpsing back at Ben, I watched as he followed leisurely behind us. I frowned, noting his lack of enthusiasm.
Right as my demons were about to rise up, he gave me a smoldering grin, the veil lifting, his depths showcasing his desire. “Don’t worry, babe. Nothing’s changed.” His smile fell a bit with his final words, almost as if they were a lie.
I wasn’t given time to dwell on it, though.
The moment we were in the room, Brody spun on his heels, facing me, and jerked me into his chest, capturing my lips again. His hands worked furiously, nearly ripping his uniform as he rushed to peel away his layers, rushing to be skin to skin, hard to soft, muscle against curves again.
Oh how I missed the feel of him against me.
Chapter Five
Benjamin
I froze at the entrance to our bedroom. She’d changed little details, added decorative touches here and there in our absence, but most of it had remained the same. I was able to pretend I’d only been gone a few days, possibly a week, until I saw our bed.
My heart cracked at the sight of the pillows. If I had any doubts about being missed, they were gone now. In our absence, she’d covered every pillow with a shirt one of us had worn in the days leading up to our deployment. Every damn pillow wore a shirt Brody or I had worn, wore a shirt that probably smelled like us initially, probably consoled her initially.
Fuck! Brody was right. I should have told her about my injury. Even when she thought I was safe, she still worried; she still missed me enough to cuddle my shirts at night. Every night I thought about her. Every night, I stared at her photo before going to sleep.
But it didn’t compare; it couldn’t compare to this.
My gaze flew to her. For once I was glad Brody held her attention. – Yes, we dealt with jealousy. It came with the territory. We’d gotten a good grip on it over the past seven years with her, though. – I watched him ravish her lips, his hands squeezing her curves. God, I loved her curves. I didn’t feel like I was going to break her. I savored her weight on me. I’d dated women of various sizes, and I’d walked away from them all.
I couldn’t walk away from her, though. There was something about her that I couldn’t resist. I could take her a thousand times, probably had taken her a thousand times, and yet I still craved her like it was the first time.
My brother did too. We’d gone head to head in the beginning. We became enemies for a short time, until Savannah walked away, refusing to be the reason two brothers spewed hatred at one another. That was our wake-up call, and his answer when I asked him, “Why her?” solidified my decision to share her. I knew I couldn’t give her to him without resenting him at some point; I wasn’t that good of a man. But I loved them both enough, cherished them both enough, that I could share her. It made more sense to share her than to lose the two most important people in my life.
Our parents didn’t understand at first, but when Brody gave them the same answer he gave me, they did what good parents do and supported us.
“I’m in love with her. I’ve tried not to be, but I can’t turn it off. She’s embedded in my soul. Sure I could walk away, but I’d compare every woman to her for the rest of my life, and that’s not fair. I’ve fought my feelings and I’ve fought you over them, Ben, and, frankly, I’m tired of fighting a battle that I know will end in loss, a loss that I’ll never get over. Either I’m going to lose my brother or I’m going to lose her, and either one will leave me a shell of a man because you both mean that much to me.”
I’d seen her first. I’d been the one dating her. But Brody and I hung out together all of the time, meaning Brody, Savannah and I hung out all of the time. I’d noticed the way she looked at him sometimes, but she never betrayed me. I saw the way he looked at her every time she came around, but he never betrayed me.
We didn’t plan it. Brody and I had never shared a woman before. She was different. Unintentionally, she changed our relationship as brothers. We were reluctant, at first, to the arrangement. In time, though, our reservations fell away and what was left was something beautiful.
We balanced each other perfectly. Our openness led to an intimacy deeper than I ever thought possible. Blood tied us, but love bound us. His honesty rooted the relationship in an unbreakable trust, and Savannah’s commitment to our brotherhood secured us as a triad. She put us before her, and we put her before us. Our foundation had no faults. We loved each other. We didn’t lie, and we kept no secrets.
…until now.
Dammit. I’d royally fucked this up. I should have told her.
Staring aimlessly at her generous outline, I knew I was running out of time. The moment I stripped, she would see my scars, the puffy, jagged, white lines covering my left shoulder and bicep. I didn’t want her to. Not because I couldn’t handle her inevitable questions, but because I knew it would cause her pain. I never wanted to hurt her, and I never wanted to be the cause of her hurt, even unintended hurt.
I observed her squirming against Brody, my brother doing a decent job of getting her going, based on her tiny mewls. I’d walked in on them plenty of times. Contrary to what most of my fellow officers believed, we didn’t have a threesome every night. I could count on one hand the number of times we’d taken her at the same time. Call me selfish, but I liked to know when my touch gave her pleasure and when it didn’t. I wanted to know that her cries were for me and not him.
He drew her towards the bed, but, as he climbed on, she didn’t follow.
Instead, she looked over at me. Taking in my uniform, concern creased her brows. Her gaze raked over me, searching me.
The tug in my groin was instinctual. The hard set of my cock, straining against the fabric of my clothes, was uncontrollable. I always reacted to her. I was powerless when it came to her. I was putty in her hands. I couldn’t deny her. I’d do anything she wanted.
I could be a cocky bastard, bossing her around, but the moment she stomped her foot, I gave in. I put her wants before my own.
She bit her lip, sucking it between her teeth. Her focus darted between us, uncertainty stiffening her muscles. Her nerves renewed my interest, drawing me fully into the room. Noting my entrance, her lips curled into a sly smile, her confidence returning.
Making her way to the foot of the bed, I caught the gleam of mischief in her doe brown eyes. My brows shot up, curiosity getting the best of me as she glanced back at me, her teeth nipping a bit of her bottom lip. She’s up to something.
I kept my focus trained on her as she turned her attention to Brody. The moment she climbed on the bed, I saw it. Holy fuck! My cock bounced in excitement at the sight of it as she crawled stealthily towards my brother. She’d been wearing it the entire time, the little minx.
Methodically, I began to strip off my layers. Determination set my pace; anticipation held my stare. I was going to take her where she wanted me to. “Hey, Brody.” I kept my tone casual. “Savannah’s wearing a butt plug.”
His gaze flitted to me in surprise before bouncing back to her. A wicked grin lifted his lips. “She’s wearing red cheeks now, too.”
“I missed you both, so…I want you both.” She pressed one rosy cheek to her shoulder, avoiding our gazes. After all this time, she was still shy about certain things.
“Unh, unh.” Brody crooked a finger beneath her chin, drawing her face towards him. “That’s not how this works, baby girl. You tell us what you want with your head high, because trust me when I tell you we find it sexy as fuck.”
Naked and aroused, I leapt on the bed, immediately rolling on my back and sliding between her legs. It was time to pre-emptively apologize, and fuck if I didn’t love this kind of apology.
Chapter Six
Savannah
I gasped as Ben’s arms wrapped around my hips and thighs like a vise. With a single tug, my pussy was in his mouth. My lips parted in a moan as his tongue lunged between my folds. Pleasure ripped through my core, had me pressing into his mouth. Oh, sweet heavens, how I missed this.
Reaching out, I hooked a hand on the back of Brody’s neck and jerked him towards me, claiming his lips.
He didn’t fight me. Instead, he proceeded to rub circles over my nipples with his thumbs. Above and below, they worked me into a frenzy.
I bit his lip, whimpering as Ben plunged a finger into my slick channel. That single move sent me right to the edge. “Oh, God.” My words were breathless. I couldn’t breathe. Pleasuring myself didn’t compare; couldn’t compare.
Tongue flitting fast and furious over my sensitive clit, finger fucking my drenched channel, plug filling my rear asset, bumping all the right places in conjunction had me in a fit of desperation. It was enough, and yet it wasn’t enough. I tried to move, but Ben held me down, forced me to take what he gave.
And, sweet cherry pie, what he gave felt amazing.
Brody watched as I fought to ride Ben, pleading for more. I wasn’t ashamed. I didn’t care that he saw everything hanging, jiggling, bouncing. I wanted more. All I cared about was getting more.
And more was what I got.
Abruptly, Ben added another finger, at the same moment he sucked my clit, and abruptly, I splintered into a thousand pieces.
I cried out, grabbing hold of Brody as pleasure tore through me. It was an all-consuming pleasure that had my limbs shaking and my pussy pulsating harshly. Every nerve ending was alive, exploding with ecstasy. Heat scorched my veins, burned through me. My heart pounded in my chest, my pulse rushed in my ears and my vision blurred at the edges as he commanded more, until his hold was the only reason I hadn’t collapsed.
“Well, fuck. Guess you really did miss us.” Brody winked. His eyes were passion pits, full of desire, wild and untamed, begging to be set free.
Feeling my cheeks color, I bit back a smile. “Told you.”
“More like showed me.” He stole a kiss, growling playfully.
Ben trailed his lips along my inner thighs, releasing me as he slid out from beneath me. He sent a shiver up my spine as he drew a path up my back with his lips, tugging gently on the plug every time his lips connected with my flesh.
As if he knew, Brody searched the nightstand drawer for the lube and tossed it to Ben. Returning to me, he cupped my face with his hands, pulling my attention to him. His brows knit together, his nostrils flaring with every inhale. “I need you, baby girl.” Leaning in, he pressed his lips roughly to mine, his muscles shaking under the strain of holding back. “I missed you so damn much.” Moving, he slipped one leg on either side of me, his cock bobbing up towards me.
Smiling softly, I kissed him once more. “I missed you, too.” Shifting my weight, I dropped down on my elbows. Licking my lips, I peered up at him. He held his breath, his lips parted in suspense.
Without warning, I closed my mouth over his member, sucking hard as I slid upwards and then back down.
His fingers threaded my hair, his palms cradled my scalp. His body shook, a hard groan escaping him. “Ah, fuck, baby girl.” He was battling his instincts, the animalistic desire to fuck my mouth. His gaze was glued to me, watching as I took him.
Behind me, Ben worked the plug free and lubricated my rear asset. He bent over me, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “Brace yourself, babe.” No sooner had he said the words than he drove into me, knocking the wind out of me.
I’d prepared, but not enough to accommodate my husband. I grabbed at Brody’s thighs, his need forgotten as I waited with baited breath for the burning sensation to pass.
“Sorry, babe.” His voice was a husky whisper in my ear. “I didn’t want to prolong your discomfort.”
Reaching back, I sought his hand, clinging to him once I got it. “Make it feel better, soldier.”
He circled my ear with his tongue. “I planned to.” Gradually, carefully, he began to move inside me. He didn’t have to say it, I knew: if I told him to stop, he would.
“Hands and knees, baby girl.”
Ben straightened behind me, slipping from my grip. He grabbed my hips, hoisting me upwards as he continued to drive into me languidly.
Tingles fluttered through my core as I positioned myself as ordered. I met Brody’s gaze, savoring the promise in his depths.
He moved into place beneath me. “Don’t move, baby girl. No matter what, don’t move.” His tone was harsh, held a hard warning, but I knew they were just looking out for me.
Brody aligned his cock at my entrance. He searched me, seeking what I didn’t know. Arching up, he nipped my bottom lip. “You better let me know how much you missed me.”
I chuckled, taking him in. Damn, he was sexy. Seeing them today cracked my heart open, left me raw with overwhelming emotion. Only a woman who kissed her husband good-bye for six or more months understood the gratitude, the relief and the powerful need to be close to them, to reconnect with them, when they returned. I needed them. I needed this moment with them, together, at once. Because choosing who went first would be me choosing a favorite child, leaving a lasting scar. And the truth was, I loved them equally, but for different reasons. I loved them so-
My eyes shot open, a cry breaking from me as he drove into me. I snared his biceps, gasping as they both took off. It was difficult not to move. My instincts were to writhe, to ground into the pleasure, to seek it out, but I couldn’t; my orders had been given.
Ben’s fingers dug into my flesh as he pounded into my ass, laying claim in rugged silence. His quiet made me want to look at him, to check on him, but that would require me to move. As if sensing my concern, he nipped my shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”
Every breath was an exercise. My muscles tensed, my womb knit itself in a tight bundle as they plowed into me. Their moves were fast, frenzied, chaotic, and yet they were careful, meticulous, and well strategized, enough to where I couldn’t tell where each of us began or ended, enough to hear my sounds echoing in the room, gaining in volume as my need multiplied, as my yearning increased.
“Fuck, baby girl.” Sweat dotted his brows and temples. His breathing was labored, his gaze locked on mine intensely as he took me over and over again.
There was pleasure, there was pressure; there was so much commotion. It’d been so long since I’d been stimulated this way. I groaned, biting my lip. “I want to move.” It was an admission and a plea. Pressing my forehead to Brody’s chest, I gasped, fighting my need.
I didn’t know who, I didn’t care who, but someone rubbed my breasts over and over, distracting me, sending me flying over the cliff. “Fuck!” It was a gasp, a moan, and a praise, as pleasure tore through me.
My nails bit into Brody’s flesh as sensations exploded through me. All of me shuddered around them, the pleasure, my undulations, seemed never ending as they pummeled me, driving me higher and higher, extending my pleasure, causing my mind to blank.
It was loud, and yet it was quiet, our bodies humming in one accord as they sought to give me pleasure and to take pleasure from me. Over and over, again and again, blissful fractions of concentrated passion burst through me until I couldn’t hold myself up, until I felt ragged and weak from the intensity of it all.
Ben’s arm circled my waist, holding me up. He didn’t stop moving, never losing his rhythm.
Then it dawned on me. Brody stopped.
Blinking him into focus, I found him spent, collapsed back on the bed. His gaze was trained on me, though, his eyes reacting to everything he witnessed, responding to my every moan, my every arch, my every grasp.
Abruptly, Ben yanked me to my knees, jerking my back to his front. He slipped from me. A moment later, something akin to rubber snapped and I caught a condom flying across the room out of the corner of my eye. With all of the lube, I never knew it was there.
