Authors: Willow Brooke
Brody laid down on the bed on his back and lifted her on top of him. Instead of guiding her straight to his cock, he pulled her down to his mouth and kissed her, giving Leland a perfect view of her backside. “Hot damn, Alaina. Your ass is fucking sexy.”
“I plan on examining that ass up close and personal soon.” Brody’s statement held more meaning than Alaina was aware of. He didn’t want to scare her off, and knew given the current events, she wasn’t ready for what he had in store. Alaina hiccupped a sexy little gasp, sending his temperature even higher.
Maybe she is more aware than I thought.
Her small hint of interest snapped the last of his composure. He forced his lips back against hers in a demanding, earthshaking kiss and pushed her down onto the top of his cock. In one thrust, he set her down to rest against his pelvis, buried to the hilt.
She screamed, rolling her head backwards in ecstasy. The sudden demanding dominance sent a flood of cream out her sex. Her extremely tight channel squeezed his dick, pulsing while it adjusted to his size. For the first time in months, her mind went silent. All of the torturous thoughts just disappeared. She just…
Felt
. The magical sensations they were creating in her body seemed to be renewing the lifeless darkness that had settled deep within her. Alaina started lifting slowly, riding him in a pace that built her higher and higher. With each rise and fall, her rhythm sped. She descended harder with each bounce, matching each with her ragged breaths.
Leland’s hands moved down her sides, landing to rest on her hips. He took over for her, lifting and dropping her on Brody’s dick. Watching her on top of his best friend was the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed. He slowed her gently, running one palm up her spine and pressing softly to push her against Brody’s chest. With her laid over, the cute little globes of her ass were up in an invitation that he couldn’t refuse.
“Brody, take over. I need to get inside her before I blow from watching.”
The carnality in his voice took Alaina one more step up the climb to the orgasm that mounted.
“I am not doing much better. You better hurry, man. Her tight little cunt is squeezing good. I have never felt anything so good in my life,” Brody grunted, jerking deep into her, sending another string of moans he had to kiss silent from her lips.
While Brody kept her concentration, Leland slid the head of his overeager cock down the crack of her ass and probed at her hole. He rubbed gently, adding pressure slowly to prevent her from tensing. She shocked the shit out of him when she pushed backwards against him in encouragement. “Fuck!” He lost it. Leland grasped her hips and worked in, stopping once he had passed the tight ring to let her get used to it. When she pushed backwards again, he slid into her constricting ass, inch by sweet inch. Once he was fully seated, he waited, reveling in the feel of her body molding around his dick like a glove. It wasn’t until Brody began moving that he did, setting a rhythm that kept one of them in her at all times. They see-sawed in and out, pumping faster and harder with each thrust.
Alaina went limp between them, floating into a subspace of erotica so far from reality she forgot where she was. A fire started to build in the pit of her stomach, burning for more. It had been so long since she had any sexual activity it felt almost new. Tingles spread through her, going down each leg and up her chest. Her nipples throbbed, grazing against Brody’s chest with each bump and jolt. She arched her back to give them better access, grunting when they rubbed just right. Brody’s hands came up and pinched them, sending shocks straight to her clit. He continued rolling and plucking the taut buds, driving deep into her cunt. The little bits of agony heightened her senses even more and expanded the dire need that took over. With both men moving in her at the same time, she could feel them almost touching through the thin little wall that separated them. The mental picture of them that close, brushing past each other inside her, sent her skyrocketing. She could taste the release her body craved, and bore down on both of them. “Harder!” Her one word plea was all they seemed to need. Brody gritted his teeth to keep the growl to a minimum, finally unleashing the beast. His thrusts quickened, growing erratic and out of beat. Alaina tried to meet each stroke, but was struck motionless, joined to them both.
“That’s it, Alaina. Come for us. Give us that sweet cream.”
Leland’s encouragement dropped her off the cliff. The moment her body began to convulse, Leland dug his fingers into her thighs to hold on and rode her hard from behind. Alaina rocketed to the moon, and orbited around it a few hundred times. The combustion in her sex felt like a nuclear bomb going off. She rode each wave, with every muscle in her body tense and spasming.
Brody was holding on by a thread, and the moment she went rigid he blew. Powering in and out of her body, he held her thighs and shot deep into her. Leland came only moments after, shoving her down onto his chest from the impact. When they had all began their drift back to earth, Leland threw the rubber in the trash and crawled up on the bed with them. Brody shifted her onto the mattress long enough to do the same before taking his place on her other side. They all three fought for breath, unable to speak. When the guys had finally cooled off some, they wrapped her up into a tangled web of their arms and legs, and held her close.
“You are unbelievable, baby. I have never felt this way with a woman in my life. You are perfect in every way.” Leland kissed her right cheek, resting his head on hers.
“I agree. You rocked my world, angel. Who would have known that such a sweet little innocent thing like you was a wild cat in bed?” Brody kissed her left cheek, and laid on the pillow by hers.
“I think you both are just blood deprived in your brain right now. But, you two were pretty amazing yourselves.” She grinned, feeling totally happy for the first time in as long as she could remember. They made cuddle talk for a few minutes before Brody noticed her heavy eyes and her fighting to stay awake. With a single look over her head at Leland in a non-verbal communication, they both went quiet and kissed her sweetly good night. She dozed off, sinking into the plush mattress beneath her. Whether it was the soft bed, or the protective men blanket she had wrapped around her, she felt safe and completely relaxed. It wasn’t long after she started snoring the cutest little nasal snore that Brody and Leland both followed her into dreamland.
She woke up snuggled tight between Brody and Leland. The sun sitting high in the sky, streamed through the windows. Both had a death grip on her, with their legs and arms tangled like a web across the bed. The warmth that came over her filled her soul. This was the safest place in the world—in the arms of two amazing guys with a small army in the next room. The past six months of hell were forgotten at this exact moment. Needing to pee desperately, she attempted to sneak out from under her barricades without waking them and failed. Both latched onto her, dragging her to fall back on top of both of them. “Hey! Sorry, I was trying to be quiet.” She squirmed around their limbs, trying not to let anything in the same vicinity as her over-swollen bladder.
“Where do you think you are going, missy?” Leland’s voice was sleepy and adorable, making it impossible not to giggle. His eyes were still half closed, squinting from the light.
“I have got to go pee. Unless you two are into waterbeds, you might wanna let me go.” She smiled, loving their easy-going affection.
“Hummm…well, I gotta say golden showers are one of the few things I am not into. It will cost you a kiss, but I think you have a good point,” Brody teased, puckering up like a fish. Alaina laughed and gave him a smooch, hoping she didn’t have killer morning breath. “Good morning, beautiful. How was your night?” Brody opened his eyes and smiled, melting her heart a little more.
“I slept better than I have in years. I don’t know if it was the cardio routine or just being sandwiched between you boys, but I didn’t wake once. How did you sleep?”
“I slept like the luckiest man on earth—with the perfect woman snuggled up tight.” Brody flashed a goofy grin. Alaina smiled back, and lifted up. He released her as promised, and she scooted to get up again.
This time, Leland stopped her. “Hey! What about me?” She sighed and climbed over Brody enough to scoot up on Leland’s chest.
“What about you? Does someone feel left out?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do. I want a kiss too, damn it.” His voice was in a playful pout that she couldn’t resist.
“Well, we can’t have that.” Alaina pressed her mouth to his and smacked three long kisses, ending with one on his cheek.
“Now that’s what I am talkin’ about. Ha, bro, I got more.” She playfully smacked him and lifted to her knees.
“Can I go to the bathroom now? Is everyone satisfied?”
They glanced at each other as if consorting and finally answered in unison, “Yeah.” She scooted off him and four wheeled back over Brody, lingering a little in a tease before reaching the edge. When Alaina swung one leg over the side, Leland grabbed her other ankle and held her tethered in an almost spread eagle.
“Hey! I don’t stretch like this!” She giggled, loving the light scoffing.
“Now there you are wrong, sugar. I specifically remember you
stretching
more than this last night.” Brody’s seductive voice sent an instant heat through her veins. He laughed at the pink flush that crept over her cheeks, holding her arm to keep her steady and not falling to the floor when Leland released her.
“You two are ornery.” Alaina snickered as she walked off, shutting the door behind her. After taking care of business, she glanced over and saw the tempting shower. It was small but was stocked with scented body washes and hair supplies that had definitely been bought by a female.
Thank you
,
Alex.
Alaina cranked on the hot water and stepped inside, washing away the last bit of anguish that remained. Each lick of the steaming water massaged her stiff and sore muscles, relaxing and rejuvenating her. She lathered up every inch of her body, reveling in the sweet smell of Japanese Cherry Blossom the soap provided. When she got to her sex, she flinched. Her folds were swollen and deliciously tender, bringing the nights events back into thoughts like a mental replay. Grinning, she rinsed and got out.
Brody woke with his heart lifted more than he could ever think possible. The little beauty that had been tossed into their path had changed his life forever. Getting out of the Army had been the toughest decision he had ever had to make, and up until running into Alaina, he had second guessed himself every day. The military was all he knew. Not having the structure it provided had proved to be more of a problem than he had originally anticipated. All of the crew seemed to be struggling adjusting into the civilian world, until yesterday. They got to do the one thing they loved—bring the hammer of justice down and make the world a better place.
After they had taken care of the bastard and his hoe, Zane, a.k.a. Hulk, stepped in to put his specialty skills to work. He had trained in explosives and bombs, and could make or disarm just about anything. Arson was more of a hobby but came in handy with their job. The crew worked together like a finely tuned machine, knowing without a drop of hesitation what to do.
“When we get home, the first thing that is getting built is a bigger shower. It is a shame she is all alone right now.” Brody looked at Leland, knowing by the look on his buddy’s face he was having the same thoughts.
“Agreed. It is a pity her hands are doing all the touching and we are laying here in a bed together.” Leland’s pout was evident. Brody had to laugh. They had all been a bit too up close and personal over the years, having to shit, shower, shave, and sleep together in all of the toxic environments they had been dragged through. This was a whole new level of brotherhood.
“A bigger bed goes on that list too. I don’t want to wake up snuggling your ass every morning either.”
Before Leland could respond, a knock on the door sent both men leaping for their discarded clothing. They had their jeans up in record time. Leland unlocked the knob and opened the door, surprised to see Wesley propped against the frame smirking. “Hey, Romeo, what’s up?”
“I think you both are jacking with my reputation. We started a betting pool on how long you two would last. I won two hundred bucks thanks to you.” He flashed a cheesy grin, working the best of his smartass personality.
“Shut up, ass. You better keep your mouth shut and not say anything in front of Alaina. She isn’t used to our crap yet.” Leland went on the defense, half secretly glad they knew she belonged to them now, and the other half angry at the idea of anyone thinking about her being naked. He took the hint and dropped it, getting straight to the point. “You guys gotta come see this.”
“What is it?” Brody had kept his tongue during the other piece of the brief conversation, knowing Leland well enough to know the protective beast would come out to play if Wesley didn’t shut the hell up.
“Just come here.” He turned and walked back down the hall, with both men on his heels.
When they entered into the living area of the bus, Zane was perched on the couch clicking the buttons of his laptop with a couple of the others hovering over him. They all scooted, making room for him and Leland to see. Zane clicked play, and let the video stream.
“
This morning
,
authorities and firefighters worked together to put out the flames in what has been declared a drug lab gone bad. Investig
ators state that a meth lab exploded
someti
me late last night
, torching a residence in the
country community of Honey Hill. The remains of two victims were found, but identities were unable to be made due to the high phosphorous levels and extreme temperatures of the fire. No foul play has been suspected at this time, making this the second drug related tragedy in less than four months in Adair County.
Now let’s have a look at our weather forecast. Ollie?”
Zane stopped the video, glancing up at him and Leland. Smiles of relief broke out on all of their faces. “Another job well done, everyone.” A few high fives were exchanged, and the group embarked into conversation. A few had taken up a poker game at the table, and Elizabeth was seated in the mix with a hand full of cards and a bowl of ice cream in front of her. Brody was the first to notice Alaina standing just inside the doorway. Her face was as hard as stone, seeming conflicted. He walked over and kissed her cheek, hoping to ease whatever was bugging her.
“What is wrong, love?”
“Nothing. I heard the news report. It is like a brick wall has been lifted off of my chest. I can finally focus on the future for me and Lizzy. I have been worried to death that this would be traced back to all of us. You all are a very talented bunch.” Alaina leaned forward and rested her head on his chest, exhaling a deep breath. “I know it is probably not the right thing to say, but I can’t thank you enough for doing something so extreme… and brutal.” She was torn between feeling remorse for the things the team had to do, and feeling relief for the demon that had been haunting her since she had clicked on the secret file months before. With that solitary click of the mouse, her whole life had been altered. How could someone she had known most of her life be in to something as wrong and disgusting as kiddy porn? It had changed her, and left her not only feeling the loss of the man she had been so in love with but also the realization that she didn’t know who he was after all those years. She was so angry, relieved, sad, and hurt all at the same time. Lizzy finally took notice of her mother’s presence, and smiled. “Hey, Mom! I am learning how to play Texas Hold ‘Em! I am up fifty MMs! Oh! And guess what I found in bed with me? Brand new babies! I have so many new animals I am still trying to give them all names! My bed is pink, what color is yours?”
The group at the table burst out laughing, making it impossible for Alaina to stay in her troubled gloom. Elizabeth’s rambling of excitement warmed her heart. She laughed, rolling her eyes at the others. “I am sure you will come up with names by the end of the day. Take them for everything, baby.”
“Hey, don’t tell her that! I swear she has been hustling us. She has been sitting on a boat for the past four hands!” Drake threw his hands up in the air in a mock defeat, which of course led Elizabeth into a giggle fit, drawing Alex to her aid.
“She can’t help it if you suck. Maybe if you spent more time concentrating on your own cards instead of trying to get a peek of ours, you might get somewhere.” Alex high fived Elizabeth, getting her focused back into the game. Once Elizabeth was back to playing, she sent a smile and a wink across the room to Alaina. Alaina was so relieved that they were hanging out with her, making her feel like a part of something. In all the years that Brian was around, he never once played a single board game with them or ran through the park. He was either watching television, on his cell, or sitting on the park bench like a bump on a log. This was refreshing.
“How long has she been up?” Alaina asked Jeremy.
“Ah, about three hours or so. Kodiak made her chocolate chip pancakes, and pointed her in the direction of cartoons. She is such a good kid.”
“Oh my gosh I am so sorry. I should have been up. Usually she wakes me up the second her eyes pop open.”
“Why? I think she has been taking care of these goons. She is more mature than they are, that’s for sure. She was going straight to the kitchen to make a bowl of cereal and Kodiak offered pancakes. No one resists his chocolate supremes.” Zane laughed, knowing all too well how addicting they were. He had traded everything from chores to details just to get a stack on the weekends.
“Well, she can take care of herself, but I didn’t want anyone to think I just dump my kid on anyone around, that’s all. Thank you for hanging out with her.”
“Shi-oot. Thank you for letting us. That little girl is more sunshine than we have had in a very long time. She is just as good for us as we are to her. Now, are you ready to fall prey to Kodiak’s chocowonder cakes?”
Her belly answered for her. It grumbled and groaned, rumbling loud enough Zane laughed. “Kodiak! We need a stack of cakes! I think the bear in Alaina’s stomach is going to break out and whip your big ol’…butt!”
Nick jumped up and headed to the kitchen. “Roger, SGT Major.” He pulled various items from the cabinets and fired up the grill. Within minutes, the sweet smell of chocolate goodness turned her already hungry belly into starving to near death. Both Leland and Brody guided her over to the couch and they sat, with her tucked between them. She leaned back, relaxing and content. Jeremy hollered from the front of the bus and Leland went up to check on him. Brody wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her over to lean against him, butterflying a kiss against her temple. “You okay, babes?”
She leaned over, snuggling down against the hard bulge of his shoulder. “Better than I have been in a long time.” She sighed, casting out all of the stresses that had been pent up. Before Leland could get back, Nick was standing in front of her with a tray containing a heaping stack of pancakes, smothered in chocolate syrup and whip cream and a cup of hot coffee. When she met his gaze, he was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Here you go. The two greatest things for breakfast—loads of sugar and caffeine to wash it down.”
She took the tray and returned his smile, restraining from cramming the whole plate into her mouth at once. “Wow, I guess! Thank you, Nick.” She sat the tray on the wooden coffee table and dug in, feeling like she hadn’t eaten in years. The chocolate chips melted in her mouth, tugging uncontainable ‘mmm’s’ from her.
Nick shot her a wink and turned to Brody. “I love it when a woman moans for me.” Brody dead legged him, punching him in the thigh hard enough to leave a charlie.
“Aw, did that hurt? Go make me some pancakes, smart ass.” Brody laughed as Nick hobbled away, playing it up a little more dramatic than it was.
The rest of the day was great conversation and hanging out. She had checked in with the very worried Mrs. Sanders, Vince, Violet, and Gina periodically, having to seek privacy away from everyone to go into details about Leland and Brody to Vince. The man was a hoot. He had vowed to come visit as soon as she was settled, and she couldn’t wait. Mrs. Sanders seemed to miss them very much already. She was the hardest to leave behind. Having taken over the motherly role, Alaina only wished she could have come along too. Gina was busy as always, and consumed by the manager position she had just received at the hotel. Violet was…Violet. She wouldn’t be surprised if the girl had already started packing up her house to move with her. As her absolute best friend in the world, she had felt it necessary to text her on the hour.
They switched out drivers every few hours, only stopping to fill up on gas. Come nightfall, they had all fallen into a routine that functioned like a normal family in a normal house, sharing chores and working together seamlessly. Elizabeth had been tucked in by each of them, and read five stories before Alaina had put a stop to the mayhem. She had laughed, loving that they all were softening and letting go of some of the hard, cold exterior she had seen before. They were all amazing people. Alex had taken on the roll of her best friend, and had jumped at the chance to assist with any parental duties. It was evident the woman’s motherly instincts were kicking in. She had even mentioned wanting a baby for quite some time. With the job, it wasn’t an option. Now that she was back to being a civilian, she had started rolling the possibilities around again. Alaina had listened, and loved giving advice. Under the Xena Warrior Princess was a soft, caring woman.
The huge bus pulled to a stop at a campground in the middle of nowhere. The movie ‘RV’ came to mind, and she had to stifle a laugh. If any of them were going to play the part of Robin Williams, it would have to be Drake. She swore his nickname should be Joker instead of Dracula, given that he had played pranks and teased the entire day, keeping everyone happy and in a great mood. “Hey, Drake!”
“What’s up, Momma?” he answered.
Momma? Do I look old enough to be his mom?
“Momma?” she responded.
“Yeah. You're the mom of the bunch, and taking it upon yourself to take care of us all day. We are getting spoiled.” A quirky smile tugged at the corners of his lips, reaching his eyes.
“Dang, I knew I was getting old but shit. They have your nickname all wrong. I still don’t see how Dracula fits you. You should be called Joker instead. You are always the life of the party.”
“You do not look old…that’s not how I meant it. I am twenty-six for shits sake. I can’t call you MILF without getting the shit kicked out of me, so I thought momma was a little more appropriate.” He dodged a swinging fist aimed for his bicep and laughed. Leland was on him, following each zig and zag until he landed a solid blow. They rustled around the room until Jeremy stopped them.
“Hey, morons, there is a little girl trying to sleep. Plus, this is too tight of quarters to be rough housing. Take it outside.” His demanding tone fit his personality perfectly, being the highest ranking of the bunch, he was their leader. They both grumbled a bit before mumbling a simple ‘Roger’ and headed out the door.
Alex went into the kitchen, pulling out a variety of alcohol bottles, juices, mixers, and fresh fruit. Shot glasses were lined up and filled before she called everyone. Leland and Drake came back in, covered in sweat and dirt. They all gathered around the table, leaving Alaina to sit on Brody’s lap. A shot was passed to each of them before Alex lifted hers. “Here is to kicking ass and taking names. Another parasite gone from the human gene pool.” She lifted it to her lips and downed it, signaling her and the others to do the same.
The sharp burn coated her throat, creating an instant warmth that spread through her stomach. She kept her nose plugged off to avoid gagging, knowing that in this group she would never live down her sensitivity to hard alcohol. She had always been more of a fruity drinker, sticking mainly to wine and mixed drinks. Shots were definitely nothing new but weren’t a norm for her either.
All of the glasses slammed down on the table in unison, rattling the hard wood against her thighs. Alex refilled each one before getting up and pulling out two crystal glasses. Tequila, apple pucker, and a couple other things were added before she dipped the rim of each glass in a sugar and cinnamon combination, creating apple margaritas. When she returned, she sat one in front of Alaina and one for herself. The guys were all locked in light conversation, laughing and shooting the breeze. “Hey—one more toast. Here is to love and new beginnings.”
Again, the shots were drank. Alaina had to fight to not do her normal shimmy shake and sourpuss face, and gulped the margarita to ease the taste. The flavor burst on her tongue surprised her. It was the best margarita she had ever drank. “Oh wow, Alex, this is delicious!”
Alex grinned. “Thanks. I have worked for a long time perfecting the recipe. I had tasted an apple-flavored margarita in Mexico a few years back. The bartender wouldn’t give the secret ingredients away, but I eventually figured it all out.”
“Yes, you did. I bet these are better than that though! You are officially my new bartender. Leland, tip the lady.” She playfully nudged his arm, giggling. Instead of him laughing it off, he pulled out a quarter from his pocket and flipped it at her.
“Here you go, Vice. Don’t spend it all in one place.”
“Oh, ha ha. You are so funny.” Alex laughed. The group engaged in conversation, eventually rolling into stories about their Army days. The more memories shared, the more alcohol that was consumed. Alaina was feeling the tingling effects of the booze, but still could see the underlying issues that each hid behind every story. This group of people had seen and done more horrendous things than nightmares could produce. There was one statement that had stuck in her head, and played over and over. She had asked how they keep from letting nerves and fear stand in the way of completing their job.
After a long pause, Wesley had been the one to answer. In a half slurred, half dead gaze, he said, “When you go to any mission, you have to know that you are going to die. Once your brain accepts that and you understand, nothing stands in the way. If you live, it is a hell of a good surprise. If you are caught in a life or death situation, you fight with a vengeance and no restraints.” All of the others fell silent, nodding. They all seemed to agree, only unable to speak those words. Wesley said out loud what all of them thought. It was crazy to her. How could anyone accept death, much less welcome it? The chatter quickly turned more serious, losing the fun sentimentality it had started with.
Zane had started the more intense topic. “I wish we could have made a real difference. After seeing that last town, knowing there were hundreds more just like it, I can’t help but feel like I failed.”
“What, you mean like breaking protocol and taking out all of the terrorists?” Drake piped up. He seemed to be a bit more wasted than the others but was still able to focus enough to understand Zane’s words.
“Hell yeah, like breaking protocol. It shouldn’t have been breaking orders to do what is right. Those bastards will never be prosecuted like they should. They will continue to rape, kill, and mangle innocent people. They don’t stand a chance against a group of heavily armed insurgents. Most of them have never touched a weapon—much less own one. Lives are lost in multiples every day. Women and girls are ruined forever. It is fucking bullshit.” Zane pounded his fist on the table in anger, dumping whisky in the shot glass and slamming it twice. The alcohol calmed him some, but only by locking all of the horror back inside of him.
People always say the eyes are the window to your soul...and she never believed it so much until tonight. She could see ghosts and demons that haunted all of them through their eyes. As their walls crumbled some from the drinks, their pain came to the surface. Everyone agreed with Zane, chiming in about how it was unjust and wishing they could make a difference. Alaina remained quiet and just listened until Nick spoke up.
“The fuckers killed my dog. He saved my life.”
The half thought made Alaina ask, “What do you mean? Who killed your dog?”
“The fucking General had a couple of privates go around and shoot all of the animals that we had on base. He said they carried disease, and he didn’t want their filth on his compound. That dog kept me from being blown the fuck up by a suicide bomber. When the car pulled up at a checkpoint, we were running, Bone got between me and the car barking and snarling to back me up. We were all locked and loaded, but Bone smelt the explosives. We stepped back into the ditch just as the car blasted in a ball of fire. He ended up with a few minor burns, so I took him back and fixed him up. I had him for over a damn year when they decided to be heartless bastards. That dog put in more time on missions and worked harder than half the platoon. He was just a pup.”
Alaina’s heart dropped. She could almost see moisture in the huge, tough man’s eyes. Drake reached over and patted his shoulder in an offering of support.
“That dog was something else. Tough as nails, but if it thundered even one time, he ran into the CHU, or combat housing unit, with his tail between his legs and hid under our covers. We had him trained to shower when we did, and even eat in the mess hall. He was one of us.” Drake filled another round, tossing the empty bottle in the trash before fetching another one. They all toasted in silence, remembering one of their fallen. To them, he was a soldier through and through.
“Man, I don’t know if I am ready to leave that life. There's so much I can do to help with the battle. I wish we could form our own A-Team and say fuck everyone,” Alex said before guzzling another glass.
“A-Team? More like Power Rangers with you goofs. If we go back in, nothing will be changed. We will still be taking orders from suits higher up that won’t give a shit about anything. We would have to form and fund our own unit, and be ready to pay the consequences if we are captured or caught. The U.S. would not run to our aid. Hell, we will have to watch out for them too. If we step in the wrong place, they will charge us with something for interfering with official Army business. It would be one hell of a risk.” Jeremy stared off at the wall. They all started throwing ideas out, excited and amped up at the mere idea of getting back into the game.
“I say screw it. We are what we are. We need to look into this more and see if it is even possible. If it is, I am willing to lay my cards on the table and go all in. I would bet on you all any day,” Drake stated. The group all seemed to share the same feelings, and intoxicated excitement about their ‘mission in life’ as Nick had put it. Even buzzing off her ass, she still saw the overzealousness they all shared.
The rest of the night, the group finished off two more bottles and at least a hundred war stories before calling it a night. Alaina said her good nights and made her way back to the bed, stumbling and thankful for the narrow hallway that held her upright. It took a lot of manipulation, but she managed to shuck her clothes and crawl into bed, boggled in the numbing tingles of alcohol.
When Leland and Brody crawled in beside her, her libido went through the roof. Leland snuggled up to her back, and she faced toward Brody in a three-way spoon. Her right knee slid up over his legs and nudged slowly against his cock, hoping for a rise. She got a deep growl, and he gently moved her leg down off his growing boner. Alaina huffed, not exactly sure why she was being rejected.
Didn’t all men like fucking a drunk chick
? Hell, Brian had made her get drunk on many occasions just so he could use and abuse her, and give nothing back. Not willing to give up just yet, she arched her ass into Leland’s groin, grinning when she felt the hard rod press into her crack. A duplicate growl vibrated against her back from his enormous chest. He thrusted it against her hard once and scooted away. “No you don’t, love. I want nothing more than to sink balls deep in your sweet little cunt, but you are drunk.”
“So? Doesn’t it make it that much better for you two?” she slurred.
Brody slid his head over to lean his lips against her ear. In the sexiest whisper she had ever heard, he said, “Not for us. When we take you, we want you to be fully aware of everything we are doing, every sensation we create, and every orgasm we give you. We want to know that you are going to remember why you are sore the next morning and can’t walk. Now, be a good girl and stop teasing.” After the last warm word skated across her earlobe, he traced his tongue along its ridges and down her neck, ending with a suction kiss. A shiver ran up her backbone, igniting a need deep in the pit of her womb. Unable to drop it, she put her sexy attitude on and boosted her feminine drunken charm… if there was such a thing.
Leaning back over to Brody, she turned the tables on him. Instead of starting with words, she let her tongue find its way to his ear, licking and sucking the lobe before finally stopping with her lips against him. “I am not that drunk, I will remember everything, believe me. But right now, I don’t want to think or remember. I want to feel. I need to feel….you both…here.” Her hand had slowly captured his, dragging it to her cunt. Slowly she slid her panties over, putting his hand directly on her slick mound. When he didn’t pull away, she decided to take it even farther and pressed his forefinger between her lips, rubbing and playing. When she drew it back up to circle her clit, he roared. It didn’t take much coaxing to get him to move down to her needy opening, and she gently pressed his hand to sink into her.
“Leland, I need some help over here…I am knuckle deep and the last shred of chivalry and falling fast…” his voice had grown husky and sexy. She smiled, loving that she was actually succeeding at seducing him.
“Dude, don’t. Your dick can wait until tomorrow. She is intoxicated and doesn’t know what the hell she is doing. It’s just wrong.” Leland sounded a little more sober than he was a few minutes ago, which sucked because he had more control but at the same time was good because he could just as easily be unable to resist and still ‘perform’.
Throwing caution to the wind.
Why not
? she thought.
I might as well go big or go home…
Her fingers curled over his and she shoved him all the way into her, clenching his finger in kegels tight enough to make him wiggle his digit inside her. In a bit of an over dramatic tone, she moaned sexily right by his ear.
“Fuck, Alaina. I promise you are going to pay for this, soon. So soon, baby. You see, Dom and I share tastes in certain things, and I have just the solution to your vixen ways. You are going to be begging for mercy tomorrow.”
“Brody, change of plans. Her sweet little hand just wrapped around my dick. Play time. Plan B, got it?”
“Got it. Let’s give her what she wants, bro,” Brody mumbled through clenched teeth.
“What is plan B?” Interest perked, making her head swim with the mix of anticipation and alcohol haze.
“Already on it.” Leland’s breath was already in short pants. Before she knew what hit her, Leland had her hands pinned above her head. Brody had jumped up and straddled her, sliding down to the foot of the bed. When Leland latched onto her pebbled nipple, she arched into his mouth and screamed as Brody lapped the juices flowing from her tingling, hypersensitive pussy.
“Damn her cream is sweet. Doesn’t she have the prettiest little hole you have ever seen?” Brody licked up to her clit, sucking and rolling it between his teeth.
“The prettiest. Her little ass is fucking sexy too.”