The American Soldier Collection 11: Mending Hearts (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) Read online

  “Never be scared of me, of any of us. You come first. You complete us. Life as you know it is about to change.”

  Her eyes widened, and he kissed her again as he held his cock within her pussy and she battled with her mind’s wild thoughts and her body’s feeling of completion.

  Chapter 6

  Gabe and Gator drove Alana home, and Gator wasn’t pleased. He wanted Alana with them. He wanted to hold her in his arms in bed and explore her sexy body. He couldn’t believe how obsessed he felt after two full days and one night with her. They had fun. They all laughed a little. It was different, strange, but felt good.

  As he pulled up into her driveway and looked at the small cottage all dark, his stomach churned with worry. He didn’t like her staying here alone. He wanted her with them, but that would not go over well. Jaxon had explained about her odd behavior earlier this morning. He hoped they’d worked her fears or any concerns out of her by all making love to her again and again. But he knew women were fickle sometimes. He just hoped that she wasn’t having second thoughts.

  Gabe climbed out of the truck, limping and trying not to groan in front of Alana. He’d overdone it, but Gator was certain Gabe didn’t regret one second of it.

  “The house is so dark. You should have left a light on the other day,” Gabe told her, almost reprimanding her. Instead of snapping back at him, she looped her arm through his and walked with him.

  “It’s okay. I have the two of you to walk me in. Remember, Gabe, I’ve never been too fond of the dark.”

  He reached up and paced his palm against her cheek. “You still sleep with a nightlight on?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “How about a stuffed animal?” Gator teased her as she released Gabe’s arm and unlocked her front door.

  “I have something better than a stuffed animal,” she said as they entered.

  Alana turned on the lights, and Gator checked out the house to make sure it was secure. One glance out the back door to the dark backyard and woods and he felt his concern grow. He didn’t know why. He was being so possessive, and he wanted to demand that she stay with them. But that couldn’t happen.

  * * * *

  Gabe followed Alana into her bedroom, where she closed the shades. He looked around and was surprised at all the pictures she had of them and of his parents.

  His chest tightened as he took one of the pictures of them as teens leaning next to his beat-up pickup truck, and he smiled.

  “God, that truck was such a piece of crap.”

  “But reliable. We only broke down that one time,” she told him.

  He remembered that. They’d made good use of being stranded out on the back roads of town at night. She was beautiful then, but now Alana was all woman. Her maturity, classiness, and sex appeal was even greater.

  “Oh I remember that, and those tiny purple panties I removed,” he said as he pulled her closer to him by her hips. She ran her palms up his chest, and she blushed.

  “Figures you would remember that. How about almost getting caught by the local deputy driving by?”

  “Harvey couldn’t see shit. Besides, he had it bad for you anyway, and there was no way I’d take a chance of him seeing what belonged to me.” He squeezed her closer, leaned down, and kissed her.

  The feel of her hands running through his hair calmed him and made him feel almost normal. Only Alana had the ability to do that.

  “It’s all clear and locked up,” Gator said, joining them in the bedroom.

  “Great. I can’t wait to get out of these clothes.”

  “Well, that’s definitely something Gabe and I can help you with,” Gator told her, joining them by the bed.

  He cupped her cheeks then drew her in for a kiss. Gabe watched Alana reach up and caress Gator’s shoulder then neck. She made Gator happy. She made the whole group of them happy.

  “Top or bottom, Gabe?” Gator asked as he began to undress Alana.

  Gabe undid Alana’s skirt, pushing it down and off of her. He saw her bare pussy, thanks to Jaxon, and licked his lips.

  “I think I’ll take bottom.” He stroked his finger over her pussy lips as Gator licked across her nipple.

  Gabe undid his pants with one hand and shoved them down as he stroked Alana’s cunt. Gator moved behind her, and Gabe could hear him undressing.

  “Put one leg up on the bed, doll.” Gator gave the order, and she responded immediately.

  Gabe sat down, pushed off his pants, and looked at Alana.

  Gator was cupping her breasts from behind her.

  “Touch your pretty little cunt for us, baby. Gabe wants to see you finger yourself,” Gator told her.

  Gabe watched her eyes glisten and go big. She looked so damn sexy with one leg up on the bed, her legs wide, her pussy showing. He stroked his own cock as she reached for her clit and began to move her fingers around in a circular motion.

  “Alana, you’re a goddess,” Gabe told her, and she moaned, closed her eyes, and thrust two fingers up her pussy.

  She shocked him and Gator when she pulled her fingers out and pressed them to Gabe’s lips.

  Gator chuckled.

  “Full of surprises,” he said.

  Smack.

  She gasped as he gave her ass a smack. “Gator.”

  “Wait until I tell Jeb, Geno, and Jaxon what you did.”

  Gabe licked her fingers, sucked them into his mouth, and licked away the cream. Her lips parted, and she brought her foot off the bed, leaned lower, and kissed Gabe. He tried kissing her back, but it seemed Alana wanted to please them both and get Gator wild. She lowered down, took Gabe’s cock between her lips, and stuck her ass back against Gator, placing her legs far apart, like Jaxon and Geno had taught her.

  “Oh hell, woman, that’s fucking hot.”

  Gator smacked her ass a few more times, and Alana moaned against Gabe’s cock.

  “Hell, baby, I’m going to come,” Gabe said to her.

  “Not yet. Wait until we’re both inside of her,” Gator replied then caressed her ass cheeks and leaned down and prepared her ass for his cock.

  Alana moaned and wiggled then lifted up and gasped.

  Gator’s hands were on her hips, and he was smiling.

  “I think you better climb on up there, woman,” Gator said, and Alana shot a look over her shoulder at Gator.

  “Don’t be sassing me, girl. Fuck that cock. Work it up into that pussy of yours and show Gabe you own that cock. Do it, and we’ll both make you come so fucking hard you’ll remember who owns this ass and pussy.”

  Smack.

  “Oh God, Gator, I can’t take the way you talk,” she said, almost panting, and Gabe chuckled.

  He helped her up onto his lap, and she straddled his hips and took his cock deep.

  “Get used to it, doll. I’ve never seen him like this,” Gabe told her, and Alana cried out as Gator thrust into her ass from behind.

  Gabe moaned, too, feeling his cock tighten and grow thicker. He could feel the friction between their skin as Gator stroked in and out of her ass.

  “Ride him,” Gator ordered, and Alana did.

  She moaned and cried out as she thrust and rocked on top of him. Gabe grunted and held her hips. He cupped her breasts, pulled on her nipples, and felt himself grow thicker.

  “I’m going come, baby,” Gabe said.

  “Oh God. I feel so tight, so full. I can’t take it. Oh God!”

  She screamed out her release, and Gabe and Gator thrust up into her. Gabe could feel her hot cream surround his oversensitive cock, and he lost control.

  “Alana,” he cried out and came.

  Behind her, Gator thrust faster and faster, rocking them and the bed before he roared and shook, coming inside of Alana’s ass.

  “Oh God, I’ll never walk the same again,” Alana stated and Gabe and Gator chuckled.

  They both caressed her body, and Gator massaged her ass and her back and kissed her shoulders and her cheeks. Gabe watched, thrilled at witnessing the l
ove and care Gator had for Alana. He knew that all the guys probably loved her already, and he couldn’t ask for anything more than that. They would protect her and care for her if he ever failed to do so.

  Gator pulled gently from her ass and gave her ass cheeks a light smack.

  “Gator,” she reprimanded, reaching back and caressing her ass cheek.

  Gabe stretched out as she lifted up, pulling her body from his. Gabe rolled her to her back and kissed her as he held her gaze.

  “You’ll walk just fine,” he said, and she gave him a sassy look as he chuckled.

  As Gabe turned toward her pillows on the bed, he saw something sticking out from underneath one.

  “Hey, what’s this?” he asked.

  He held up the army green T-shirt that looked as if it was worn and belonged to a guy. His chest tightened as she pulled it from his hands.

  “Nothing,” she said.

  Gator was pulling his pants on and gave her an angry expression. “Is that a guy’s shirt?” he asked.

  She sat up and put the shirt on, covering her breasts from their view.

  “Alana, who’s fucking shirt is that, and what is it doing under your pillow on your bed?” Gabe asked her, getting angry and feeling jealous too.

  “It’s not what you think. It doesn’t belong to some guy. It’s…I’ve had it forever.” She hugged herself.

  Gabe reached out and touched the shirt.

  “Who’s is it?” he asked.

  “Yeah, who the fuck owns that shirt?” Gator demanded to know.

  “You,” she said to Gabe, holding his gaze.

  He stared at her as his mind tried to process her statement, and it hit him.

  “So this is that special thing that you sleep with? My military shirt from before I left for Iraq?”

  She gulped and looked from Gator back to Gabe.

  “Yes.”

  He reached out and cupped her cheeks.

  “Damn, baby, I’m going to make up for all the pain I caused you. I swear to you, baby. I swear.” He kissed her softly, and she hugged him.

  “I guess I’ll let this slide. Considering,” Gator told her.

  She pulled back from Gabe and reached out for Gator’s hand. She pulled him closer.

  “Shut up, Gator, and just kiss me.”

  Gabe chuckled, and Gator did as Alana said and kissed her. They weren’t leaving her tonight. They were staying.

  * * * *

  Gunner stood outside of the motel room where the crime scene was located. He popped a piece of gum into his mouth, trying to get the taste of death out of his mouth. He looked at Jim and Teddy.

  “This is the second fucking dead body, and the wounds, the damage to her, is too similar to that other girl found murdered two weeks ago,” Jim said to Gunner.

  The coroner was there, the forensic team was finishing up, and Gunner was angry.

  “We have to find this sick fuck. I told that forensics team to be extra thorough. The perpetrator has to fuck up somewhere. He did all this damage to that beautiful young woman, and no one heard a fucking thing?”

  “It’s crazy, but this side of the motel was vacant. It was a weeknight, not the weekend. This motel is almost always booked up Friday to Sunday,” Teddy said as he looked at his notes.

  “The guy at the front desk doesn’t have any info on the person who paid for this room?” Teddy asked Gunner.

  “No. The person secured it over the phone and paid cash. He deposited it into the outside mailbox by the office.”

  “So it was a man?” Jim said.

  “That’s pretty obvious by the damage done to that girl. But yes, the manager said the person on the phone who booked the room was a man,” Gunner told him.

  “We have the deputies casing the place and trying to question people. But considering this is a motel, and it seems people aren’t willing to even speak to the police, we may have a dead end here,” Jim said.

  “Yeah, I saw that coming. The manager said that people rent the rooms by the hour too. He doesn’t even have enough time to clean them in between, and the people who come here don’t care.”

  “That’s fucking disgusting,” Teddy replied.

  “Tell me about it. Someone must have seen something. I asked the manager to compile a list of all his guests over the last forty-eight hours. We’ll start there,” Gunner told them.

  “We’ll take part of the list, too, and apply the pressure. You’re right, Gunner. Someone had to have seen this guy and that girl come here last night. Tough shit if they were cheating on someone or just fucking around. This is the second young woman to be murdered around Salvation. That just isn’t acceptable,” Teddy said.

  Gunner looked around him. He had a really bad feeling that this investigation was going to get worse if the body count rose. Someone knew something, and he was going to find them.

  * * * *

  Alana couldn’t believe the workweek had passed so quickly. It was Friday night, and she was working at Casper’s and missing her men. She was serving up some beers to several patrons when she overheard them talking about the murders of two young women. Both had been tortured and sexually assaulted then left for dead. She felt so sick to her stomach to hear about something like this happening in Salvation. Everyone was.

  As the guys discussed safety measures with a few women who were standing around drinking and enjoying the night, she heard the women’s responses and their lack of concern.

  “It’s not like anything like that would happen to us. We don’t hook up with guys we just met,” one said.

  “What does that mean?” one guy asked.

  “They found her body in the motel on Highway 10. Everyone knows that people go there for sex,” she said.

  The same guy ran his hand around her waist, pulling her back, and rocked his hips back and forth against her ass.

  “So you want to go there with me tonight?” he teased her.

  “You wish, Donny,” she replied, and they all chuckled.

  “How about you, gorgeous?” some guy said, turning to Alana. “When do you get off work? Maybe we can check out that motel on Highway 10?”

  Before she could reply, Geno came up behind the guy and slapped his hand on the guy’s shoulder.

  “That’s my fucking girlfriend, asshole.”

  “Oh shit, Geno. I didn’t know,” Donny replied, stepping back.

  “She belongs to us,” Jeb added and moved the group out of the way as Jaxon, Gator, and Gabe relocated to their spot by the bar in front of her.

  Alana crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Feel better now, Geno?”

  “I will as soon as you get your lips over here and kiss me, doll.” He leaned over the bar. She did the same and kissed him. Hoots and hollers started, and she quickly stepped back.

  “That should do it,” Jeb said with his arms crossed in front of his chest, appearing pissed off.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked him.

  “When do you get off?” he snapped at her.

  She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and looked at the others. Jaxon seemed even angrier.

  “It’s only eleven. I close up, remember?”

  “Let’s get comfortable, men. It’s going to be a long night,” Gator stated, and they ordered some beers.

  Alana poured them and felt a bit annoyed. Were they going to stay here and scare off all the patrons who flirted with her? How was she going to make any tips?

  She decided to ignore them as their friends joined them and they seemed to let down their aggressive guard. Alana walked down to the end of the bar and saw the man by the corner. He waved her over, and she noticed the way he kept a hand on the bar and played with a die. He moved one in between his fingers smoothly and without even looking down. As she approached, she recognized him as that guy she’d seen at the fair. The one who she’d apparently helped in the clothing store. He smiled at her.

  “So I figured out where the second place was that I saw you before. Casper’s. How are you
, Alana?”

  She felt a bit uneasy that the guy knew her name and she didn’t know his. She needed a reprieve from Geno and the guys so she placed a coaster onto the bar and smiled.

  “You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

  “Just call me Neil.” He reached out to shake her hand, and she did. He gave it a squeeze, and she felt nothing, but he held her gaze and looked her over.

  “What can I get for you?”

  “A martini. Dry and shaken, not stirred.”

  She gave him a nod and then prepared the drink in front of him. He continued to roll the die between his fingers, and she poured the martini into the glass.

  “Olive?”

  “Two, please.” She added them.

  “What’s with the die? That’s pretty cool.”

  “Oh, just an old habit. I used to enjoy the casinos, but now I kind of just like the roll of the dice and where it may lead me, or to whom.”

  She knew he was flirting, but just barely. She was going to respond, but someone asked her for a drink, and when she looked at Neil, he seemed angry for someone interrupting her. There was something about this guy, yet he seemed so nice.

  The bar got busier as the night went on. Neil left after a little while, and her men disappeared to a side table.

  It had slowed down a bit, and she checked her cell phone and looked up her e-mails. When she scrolled down and saw the one from Gabe’s parents, Mike and Marcy, she felt sick to her stomach. They were still suffering, and here she knew Gabe was alive and well and his parents, and the community in Scrantonville, didn’t. It wasn’t right, and she would have to talk to Gabe. He had to come clean and, at a minimum, call his parents.

  * * * *

  “No! No!” He roared in anger and slammed his hands down on the steering wheel as he watched the men walk his woman to her car. She wasn’t driving. One of them took her keys but not before kissing her and running his hands along her hips and ass. Another pulled her into his arms then pressed her against the car like some whore. He felt as if he was going to break a blood vessel in his eye as he watched in horror as five men took her with them. She was fucking five men.