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  She moaned and nodded, sucking Geno harder until he gripped her hair. She released his cock.

  “That’s it. When I come, I want to be inside of your pussy.”

  He lifted her higher, and Jeb helped aligned her pussy with Geno’s shaft. She sank down onto him, moaning, feeling his thick muscle fill her. Just as her body accustomed to the thick, wide girth of Geno’s cock, Jeb pressed something cold and wet to her anus. His one hand held her hip as his fingers penetrated her anus.

  “Jeb?”

  “It’s just a little lube to make sure I don’t hurt you. This virgin ass is going to have a thick, hard cock in it momentarily. We don’t want you to feel any pain, sweetheart. Only pleasure.” He kissed her shoulder then nibbled next to her neck.

  Geno thrust upward as Jeb pressed his slick fingers in and out of her anus.

  “Oh, Jeb, I’m scared.”

  She felt fingers touch her chin, and there was Gator. He knelt on the bed, his cock in his hand, his body in all its glory in plain sight for her to see.

  “Easy, honey. Look at me. Look at what you do to me.”

  She licked her lips and felt the desire overtake her fears.

  He eased closer as Geno thrust up into her cunt. “Take him into your mouth. Suck him, baby, and show him how desirable he is to you,” Geno ordered her.

  She swallowed hard then moaned as Jeb thrust his fingers faster.

  She opened her mouth and got her first taste of Gator. He was musky, dark, arousing, and she licked and suckled the tip then began to work him into her mouth.

  “Sweet mother of God, get in her ass, Jeb, before I come,” Geno ordered.

  The power she felt was stimulating, and she suddenly felt as if she could handle anything these men dished out to her. Even their demanding, controlling orders in the bedroom.

  She felt Gator holding her hair and her head and begin to slowly pull from her mouth then push back in. She felt comfortable with the pace, despite how hard and deep Geno was pushing up into her cunt.

  She moaned against Gator’s shaft.

  “Oh hell, baby, slow down,” he told her, and that seemed to only arouse her more. Between the feel of Geno’s cock thrusting up into her pussy and—

  She moaned deeply as Jeb pressed against her puckered hole. His cock eased into her ass and began to slide deeper and deeper until she lost her breath and almost gagged on Gator’s cock.

  Her instinct was to pull forward, but Geno was thrusting upward, holding himself deep within her pussy, and Gator kept his hands gripped in her hair and his cock in her mouth.

  She wanted to scream when Jeb whispered into her hair and against her shoulder.

  “Let me in, baby. Come one now. You’re going to love this. You’re our woman now. Give us all of you as we give all of us to you.”

  He licked her skin and suckled in just the right spot, making her moan and go weak. Jeb’s cock thrust all the way into her ass, and he grunted and moaned louder.

  “That’s it, Alana. Let go and let us love you,” Geno told her.

  “Fuck, I can’t take it. I can’t take her mouth,” Gator said and began to move faster into her mouth.

  She felt herself begin to let go as his cock grew thicker and thicker, and then he moaned and shot his seed down her throat. She sucked and slurped, being sure to lick him clean with Gator moaning then pulling out from her mouth before falling back to the bed.

  “She’s a damn seductress. Holy fuck,” Gator exclaimed.

  “She sure the hell is,” Jeb said, and he and Geno began to move in sync, thrusting in and out of her body faster and faster.

  “Come with us, Alana. Come with us now,” Jeb ordered.

  The bed was rocking, Alana was moaning and trying to keep up when she screamed another release as Geno and Jeb roared at the same time. She gasped at the fullness and the feel of them releasing their seed in her body before she fell against Geno’s chest.

  She could hardly move as the men dislodged themselves from her body and strong arms lifted her up off the bed.

  “Oh God, I can’t move,” she whispered against Gator’s chest.

  He chuckled and carried her into the bathroom.

  “A nice hot shower and you’ll be good to go.”

  The spray of the water felt good against her skin. But Gator’s hands washing her, lathering the soap and massaging the suds over her breasts, and even over her anus, made her feel another burst of energy. She’d stared to lower as the water cascaded over her body, removing remnants of the soapy suds, when Gator gripped her shoulders.

  “No fucking way. That mouth of yours is a lethal weapon.”

  He pulled her back up and into his arms, kissing her deeply. A moment later she felt the cool tile against her back and ass, and then his cock pressed between her pussy lips.

  “Tell me you want me,” he said, holding back from penetrating her as he held her gaze, his dark blue eyes demanding and macho.

  She ran her hands along his wide, muscular shoulders and shivered as she tried to press closer so he would push his cock into her and ease the ache building in her core.

  He gripped her body and gave it a little shake.

  “Tell me.” He nipped her chin and licked her neck then nipped her chin again. He was wild. She ran her fingers through his crew cut hair and gripped him as he licked and suckled her skin.

  “I want you, Gator. Really badly.”

  She covered his mouth with hers and plunged her tongue deeply in exploration. He kissed her back with just as much hunger and vigor as he pushed the tip of his cock between her pussy lips and filled her in one, mind-altering stroke.

  She nearly pulled from his mouth to gasp, but he held her tight, pressed her body against the tile wall, and thrust again and again. The water slapped and splashed between their bodies, and their skin slid against one another as they rocked, thrust, and moaned.

  She tried climbing higher up him, wanting his cock even deeper as she held him and kissed him back with control. She massaged then pinched his nipples, feeling the pectoral muscles beneath her palms arouse her further. That set Gator off, and he pulled her hands from his chest, placed them above her head on the wall, and began a series of hard, fast strokes into her pussy.

  “Gator! Gator!”

  She screamed his name and exploded around his shaft. But he kept going, thrusting, stroking, rocking against her, filling her to her womb and claiming her in an almost animalistic manner. She loved it. It made her feel wild, and she counter-rocked her hips against his.

  “Mine. You’re fucking mine.” He yelled so loudly and deeply that she gasped as he came, filling her with his seed.

  “God, you’re going to be my everything, sweetness. My everything,” he confessed as he hugged her tightly and held himself within her as they both calmed their breathing and relished the aftermath of their loving encounter.

  * * * *

  Gabe was pacing the room and running his fingers through his hair. He could hear them moaning and Gator raising his voice and fucking Alana in the shower. His own dick was so rock solid hard right now that he wasn’t sure he could move, never mind make love to Alana.

  And how was he going to balance his weight on his knees as he made love to her when his legs were weak? He could barely hold his own body weight and needed the fucking cane.

  “Fuck,” he said under his breath. He felt the hand on his shoulder and turned to see Jeb there.

  “We’re not going to leave your side. We’ll help you.”

  “I can’t do this. I won’t even be able to hold myself up and make love to her like a real man should.”

  “Bullshit. Stop fucking focusing on your injuries and focus on what Alana does to you. Focus on how it feels to kiss her, touch her, and hold her in your arms. Just take your time,” Geno added.

  “We can leave if it makes it easier,” Jaxon suggested.

  Gabe shook his head.

  It was so hard to admit his weaknesses, and his fears, but these were his brothers. The
y were the reasons why he’d lived these last three years. They’d taken care of him and made sure that he healed once he was released from the military hospital in Germany. They were his support network, and they all had just made love to his woman, to Alana. It was only right to have them here so, if he failed, they could take over and satisfy her needs and desires.

  “If I fail. If I can’t satisfy her, help me,” he whispered, holding Jaxon’s gaze. He could see the emotions in all their eyes.

  “You won’t need us. Alana is special in many ways. You’ll find the will, the need to become one with her. You won’t need us. Just remember the bond you already share. That’s a bond you’ve allowed us all to be part of, and it’s fucking powerful.” Jaxon moved toward one of the big single chairs and took a seat.

  Geno and Jeb walked over to two other chairs and sat while Gabe pulled off his shirt.

  His fingers shook as he thought about his scars and the deep gash of missing flesh. He realized that he didn’t want to be ugly to her. He wanted her to find him handsome and capable, her knight in shining armor. Well, maybe a bit tarnished and banged up, but still capable.

  The moment he felt the hand on his shoulder, he froze in place.

  Alana.

  She gently ran the palms of her hands along his back then pressed her lips to his skin, even over the scars of battle wounds. He was tense, uptight, filled with anxiety about pleasing her and making love to her after all this time when she shocked him. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and hugged him.

  “I love you, Gabe.”

  He swallowed hard, turned around, and pulled her against his chest. He held her tight and ran his hands along her body and pushed the towel covering her away from her flesh.

  He cupped her cheeks, leaned down on shaky legs, and kissed her deeply. She gave so freely, his angel, his goddess, his woman.

  She ran her hands along his waist and up his chest, and he shivered from the deep sensations that filled him. He pulled from her lips and held her gaze. Alana’s green eyes sparkled with unshed tears, and she smiled.

  “Make love to me, Gabe. Claim me like your team has so we can be one.”

  Her statement, her understanding and description of this joining, enlightened him and brought a surge of desire and determination to his soul.

  “I plan on it, baby. Be patient with me. I’m weak,” he said, and she shook her head.

  “You’re not weak. You’re strong, you’re a survivor, and you’re a Marine. My Marine. Let me in. I’ll help you, just open up.”

  She slid down his chest, licking and kissing his skin as her palms worked over his belly muscles and then began to undo his belt and dress pants. He held his breath when she pushed them down, revealing his scars, his battered, destroyed flesh, and she didn’t shudder or gasp. No, she did the unexpected, the most courageous, loving thing a woman, his woman, could do. She kissed his wounds. She hugged his legs and lay her cheek over his damaged, missing flesh and showed him just how big her heart really was.

  He felt the tear roll down his cheek, and he quickly wiped it away but not before he locked gazes with his team, emotion in their eyes, understanding, relief, and love. They were going to be a family, one unit, one team, and all because of Alana. She completed them.

  Her lips kissed along his thighs then back up to his cock. He held her shoulders as he stepped out of his clothing, now fully naked before her and, thank God, past the awkwardness of her seeing his scars.

  She twirled her tongue around his shaft, taking her time to taste him, arouse him, and get his mind off of everything else but the feel of her mouth on him.

  Gabe ran his fingers through her hair and breathed through the pleasure of her strokes. She sucked him thoroughly, moving her head up and down as she massaged his balls and make his dick even harder.

  When she pulled her mouth from his cock and began to press him back against the bed, he knew what she intended. She was going to ride him, take away that worry he had of not being able to hold himself on top and make love to her.

  He fell back onto the bed, and she climbed upon him, her breasts so beautiful and full. Lovelier, more womanly than he recalled from years ago.

  “You’re so beautiful, baby. You’re the most beautiful woman, person, I’ve ever known.”

  He cupped her hair and neck and drew her closer for a kiss. A kiss that grew deeper and more desperate with every stroke of his tongue.

  He thrust his hips, wanting more of her, and she pulled from his mouth, gasping, taking unsteady breaths.

  He cupped her breasts, leaned up, and licked along the nipple, first on the right and then to the left before pushing them together and licking the deep, cleavage of her breasts.

  She was going to align her pussy with his cock, and he gripped her hips.

  He held her gaze, and she looked down at him, her long brown hair covered her breasts and her eyes glistening with tears. She was feeling the depth of these emotions they shared, and he adored her.

  “I want to taste you,” he admitted, and her cheeks turned a nice shade of pink. He winked at her.

  She began to lift higher, and he used his hands to maneuver her ass and cunt over his face. He inhaled, and her scent of soap, honey, and her unique nectar made him feel instantly hungry.

  He licked at her pussy lips, her cream dripping and ready like a meal for his pleasure and enjoyment. He twirled his tongue around her clit and tugged then suckled it. The sound of her moaning filled the room. He pressed a finger up into her channel, making her cream some more.

  “Oh Gabe. Gabe,” she moaned.

  “Come on my face, baby. Give me more,” he ordered, and she moaned and came. He licked and sucked her cream, and then he lifted her higher.

  “I need you now. I can’t wait. I’m going to come, baby.”

  “Inside me, Gabe. Please come inside of me.”

  He pulled her closer and kissed her deeply. She aligned his cock with her cunt and lowered over him, taking his cock into the depths of her tight, hot pussy.

  It was like heaven. Like nothing he’d ever experienced before. How could he have forgotten how perfect he felt when he was deep inside of Alana like this? Why had he suppressed such powerful memories? All because he was scared? Afraid she wouldn’t love him? He had been so stupid, but Alana had been stronger. She never gave up on him, and he would never give up on her, on any of them ever again.

  A bond, a connection, a power stronger then the tests of time, larger than life itself.

  “Alana.”

  Jaxon, Geno, and Jeb were right. Alana had the power to destroy any of his reservations and fears. All because he loved her.

  He rolled her to her back, making her gasp and drawing the attention of his brothers. He thrust into her and lifted to his knees, the ache not as strong as the desire to claim Alana as his woman again and not as strong as his need to fuck her.

  He thrust his hips, pushing his cock in and out of her, and pushed her thighs wider and higher.

  He was sweating and beginning to shake, and he knew he wasn’t physically going to last much longer, despite his desperate need to show her he was still a man. Her man.

  “I never stopped loving you either, Alana. I’ll never hurt you again.” he promised, and she cried out his name as she came. He followed, held himself deep in her pussy, and erupted as he let go.

  * * * *

  Alana awoke surrounded by warmth, and the smell of cologne and soap filled her nostrils. Someone was caressing her hair and her back. Her cheek was pressed against solid muscle, and as she blinked her eyes open, she saw Gabe watching her. Dark black hair, bold brown eyes that seemed brighter than they had been since she’d seen him that day at the estate sale. Her eyes filled with tears, and she hugged him, the fact that he was real and was holding her in bed once again brought on a surge of emotions.

  He continued to caress her hair. “I missed you, baby.”

  She tilted her head up and ran the palm of her hand along his chest.


  “I missed you so much too, Gabe.”

  “I thought I wanted to die, or at least be dead, so I wouldn’t have to face anyone.”

  She lifted up and held herself up, leaning on her elbow.

  “What do you mean face everyone? Why? Because you’re injured?”

  He released an annoyed sigh and tried adjusting his position, cringing from the ache. She ran her palm over his belly and held his gaze.

  “Tell me why,” she demanded to know.

  He ran his hand along her ass as she pulled the sheets to cover her breasts.

  He looked away.

  “I didn’t want you to see me like this. A failure, a weak invalid who can’t even walk without a fucking cane.”

  “No Gabe. Why would you think that? How could you see yourself as a failure when you’re a hero.”

  He shook his head. “I’m not a hero. I’m all fucked up, and you deserve better. How could I ask a beautiful, perfect woman like you to take me back when you could have perfect men like the others?”

  She held his gaze and processed what he was sharing with her.

  “God, I really want to smack some sense into you, Gabe. Are you out of your mind? I love you. Always have, and none of that has changed.”

  “But your dad came back fine.”

  “Oh, Gabe, I told you about how my dad suffered with nightmares. He wasn’t perfect. Why would you think I would want perfect?”

  He pushed the sheets down and away from her breasts then lifted her up and over his hips. He widened his thighs, and she fell forward as he cupped her hair and head, bringing her closer to his lips.

  “Because you’re perfect.” He kissed her, and Alana held on to him as they made love again and moved another step closer to putting the past behind them.

  Chapter 5

  Sarah Lark finished working at the salon and made her way down the street to the parking lot. She was exhausted. It had been a long day, a long week for that matter, and all she wanted to do was go home to take a nice hot bath.