Authors: Jan Springer
in one mad thrust. His cock stretched her, filled her easily, compliments of the tending of her three lovers and her well-juiced vagina.
Their lips immediately clashed, melting together in a frantic kiss. Her mouth slanted over his and she tasted his sweet flesh, smoothed over his teeth until their tongues dueled, bringing delightful flutters to her vagina. She heard Colter groan beneath her as her muscles quivered around his thick cock. The bed moved. The other two men had joined them. Her heart fluttered with excitement. Her ass ached to be filled and her pussy once again clenched tighter around Colter’s cock.
He groaned into her mouth and broke the delicious kiss.
“Damn, woman, you kill me when you do that with your cunt.”
She grinned, kissed him again and quickly broke the kiss. “You just relax, and let us do all the work.”
She giggled at his surprised look as she echoed the same words he’d said earlier.
“Work, woman? You call this work? I got this fucking aroused just by sucking on your breasts.”
She laughed again, and from the corner of her eye, she discovered Blade’s gorgeous mushroom-shaped cock head only inches from her face.
Her mouth watered at the sight. He was so huge! And she wanted to devour him!
She parted her lips and licked the underside of his rod. He was scorching and so solid as his cock pulsed with a life of its own against her tongue. He groaned as she lapped at him, and her pussy clenched at the erotic sound. Beneath her, Colter hissed into his arousal.
Blade’s cock head felt so smooth and she quickly lapped at the salty pre-come. He groaned again and his fingers tangled into her air. She opened her mouth and he came inside, filling her beautifully.
He had an impressive size. Hot, swollen flesh and oh so deliciously hard. He tasted clean, of lust. Old memories surfaced of the two of them. Blade and Colter, their thick cocks pummeling her, arousing her, making love to her.
And now there were three.
She gasped around Blade’s cock as her buttocks were pried apart. Moaned as Cade’s thick, hard, generously lubed cock penetrated her anus gently yet forcefully. She felt the ring of sphincter muscles give way as his hard length came inside. She gritted her teeth and inhaled into the sweet bite of pleasure-pain.
“Oh man, you’re so fucking tight,” Cade hissed as her ass clenched around his thick rod. Gripped him. Welcomed him.
She grimaced around Blade’s shaft as Cade’s thick rod drove deeper. She loved the snug way he fit up her ass, enjoyed the feel of three silky cocks inside her. 165
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Colter’s moist lips kissed the curve of her neck and shoulder, creating intimate sensations as Cade’s calloused hands held her hips. He held her steady as he began pumping her. Slow, easy thrusts—almost too slow—as if he might be afraid of hurting her. She wanted to call out to him. Demand he fuck her harder. She wanted to tell him she’d had worse under the general’s reign and his caring thrusts were just not hard enough. She wanted a harder bite of pleasure-pain.
For a fleeting moment she wondered if maybe the general had turned her into a masochist who enjoyed pain with her sex, but then remembered she’d always enjoyed a little bit of pain with her pleasure, especially when she’d been with Colter in Iraq. Blade’s fingers curled tighter in her hair. His cock slid easily in and out of her mouth. She allowed him to go to the back of her throat, even down it. She was an expert at deep throating. Knew how to relax the throat muscles so as not to gag. Keeping her lips tight around his shaft, she moved her tongue against the underneath of his pulsing flesh and scraped her teeth along the top of his cock, creating a delicious friction for him as he thrust in and out.
“You’re so damn good, Ashley,” he growled.
She could see the sweat on his chest, heard his harsh gasps, saw the muscles in his neck tighten as he bore down on her. His hips thrust quickly, passionately, making her tremble with lust.
The pleasure from the three cocks was exquisite. Carnal sensations deep in her belly blossomed. Perspiration flourished over her heated flesh. With every fierce thrust of Cade’s hips, he pushed her pelvic bone harder against Colter’s, causing friction against her clit. In reaction, her pussy contracted wonderfully around his pulsing cock. In this way, she gave her captive Outlaw, as well as herself, delicious pleasure. She found Cade lifting her hips, allowing Colter’s cock to sink in and out of her cunt like a piston, creating a wonderful friction against her G-spot. Friction that teased and tormented her toward the climax she craved. Suctioning noises and the slaps of flesh against flesh intermingled with the sultry masculine groans and her own whimpers of pleasure as all three men continued to fuck her.
All of them plunging so deep, in perfect rhythm, she felt as if each rod touched muscles and nerves that had never been touched before. Nerve endings that sizzled to life and took over her body.
She shuddered as the first pleasure wave hit her.
Cried out as the second slammed through her.
And then she was lost.
Lost in the release. Lost in the spirals of pleasure as the three cocks plunged in and out of her in utter perfection and fulfilling her ménage fantasy. 166
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Chapter Twelve
Afterward Colter cradled her in his strong arms and gently stroked her silky cheek as she slept soundly. Her bared breasts heaved up and down with each deep, relaxed breath. Dark eyelashes framed her closed eyes and her lush lips curled into the sweetest, dreamiest smile.
His gut clenched with warmth as he watched her.
It had been an unbelievable fuck-fest. It had happened so quickly. So naturally. His brother and Blade had watched as he’d kissed her. Their dark gazes riveted to his hand as he’d slipped it beneath her skirt. Hunger and desperation had brewed in their eyes.
When he nodded to them, and then vocalized to them about pleasuring Ashley, he’d seen the surprise, the thanks and the knowledge he trusted them not to hurt her. And they hadn’t.
They’d treated her like the sensual woman she was. A woman that he loved. They’d taken the time to pleasure her even if it had meant subduing their own sexual gratification. He knew Cade hadn’t had sex for at least several months and had no idea when Blade had entertained a lady.
The three of them had fucked her in every conceivable way most of the day. Teasing her. Pleasuring her. The three of them grinning at the cute way she screamed every time she orgasmed, which had been often.
He smiled. Oh yeah, she’d been a screaming bundle of ecstasy and he’d seen every minute of the enjoyment splashed on her face. The tender sight had only made his heart burst with love.
She was unbelievable. Absolutely fantastic. And he bet Blade and Cade wouldn’t soon forget her.
But forget her they eventually would, because fulfilling her ménage wouldn’t be an everyday occurrence as it had been for Callie at the beginning of her Claiming. He had no idea how a divorce worked these days because he wanted to marry Ashley. Marry her the old-fashioned way. One man. One woman. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like the laws were going to change any time soon though, so they’d just have to wait. Until then, he’d protect her, love her and take care of their daughter and any kids that might come into the picture down the road.
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He gazed around the room, committing it to memory. Soon, he’d leave here. Leave the Outlaw farm, the only home he’d known. The only time he’d been away was to fight in the Terrorist Wars and then he’d come straight back. Back to the place he thought he’d love and would live on forever. The home he’d lived in since his mom had brought him home from the hospital. All his brothers had lived here all their lives. Except Tyler who’d gotten his own place shortly before the Terrorist Wars had broken out.
At the thought of what might have happened to Tyler at the hands of the terrorists and then the Barlows made a blade of anger rip through him. He hated the idea of leaving his little brother back here in the States. Hated to know he’d react real badly to finding out his woman had been Claimed by the same sons of bitches who’d kept him imprisoned after the Wars had finished. He could only hope and pray Tyler would somehow survive the anguish of Laurie’s betrayal and not do something really stupid like get himself killed when he went after her.
Without a doubt, he would go after the woman he loved. He’d do the same thing. Would have done the same thing if he’d found Ashley. Hell he’d even have helped Ty get his woman away from the richest men in the state—but now Colter had a daughter to think about. A sweet little girl who needed his protection. He had Ashley back too. Back in his arms.
And there was no way in hell he would ever lose her again. A soft knock at the open door made Ashley shift in her sleep and Colter looked up to find Blade standing there fully dressed.
“Just wanted to let you know Cade’s been called away on another bounty-hunting job. He just left.” He lowered his voice as he caught Ashley sleeping. “Just wanted to thank you for all you’ve done. And thanks to Ashley for showing us a good time. She’s a very sensual woman and very special. Hold onto her. Hold her tight.”
“And I’m going to hold you to personally delivering that vaccine when it gets made,” Colter whispered back, wanting his friend and ex-partner to know just how important it was to keep his daughter out of danger.
He was no fool, though. He knew this vaccine would take care of only one mutation of the X-virus. There were several others around. But it was a start. Maybe the medical profession would be able to glean the information from the research papers they’d taken from Cheri. That’s what he hoped would happen, and he had to stick to that thought or he would surely drive himself mad just thinking about his daughter turning into a mindless submissive, or dying, or worse.
“S.K.U.L.L. has made the arrangements already. I’ll bring it just as I promised.”
“I never asked her why and how S.K.U.L.L. got involved in this gig in the first place. I mean they’re Army. Top secret. Why take on this assignment?”
Blade shrugged.
“Either you don’t really know or you’re just not a liberty to say,” Colter mused. 168
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“Consider the latter. Besides, I’d think you wouldn’t give a shit anymore, especially when you get entertained whenever you like by a beautiful woman.”
“Or whenever I like,” Ashley purred, and snuggled against Colter.
“Sorry we woke you.” Blade grinned.
“You don’t look too sorry,” she countered.
Blade chuckled. “She’s back to her feisty self again. Just like old times. Oh and here. One of the guys picked this up before they left Pleasure Palace. You must have dropped it.”
Blade reached into his pocket and tossed something onto the bed.
“Oh, my God!” Ashley cried out, and grabbed the little Victorian comb Colter had given her in Iraq. The comb he’d found with the note he’d thought had been from her. He’d carried both the comb and the note with him wherever he’d gone. Reminders of his need for revenge against Ashley.
She clutched the item to her chest and Colter could instantly tell by the way her eyes sparkled she was truly grateful to have his mother’s comb again.
“I’m so glad you got it out. Thank you so much, Blade.”
She turned to Colter. “I’d taken it from your suitcase when I searched your room,”
she said quietly.
“And you wanted it back again after all this time? Even after you thought I’d betrayed you?”
She nodded her head. “Because I love you. I’ve never stopped loving you.”
Emotion clogged his throat and warmth flooded through him as he felt the sheet covering his waist move slightly. Hot, feminine fingers wrapped around his cock and he grew hard instantly.
“Yep, just like old times,” he agreed with what Blade had just said moments ago as her fingers began to stroke his length, invoking memories of Ashley never getting enough of touching him back in Iraq.
“Oh yeah, definitely like old times,” he whispered hoarsely to the suddenly empty doorway.
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After making love to Colter, he’d muttered something to her about Blade leaving soon. She’d insisted they get dressed and at least say a proper goodbye. They were doing just that, her stopping Blade near the front door while she’d sent Colter to the kitchen to grab and wrap the last piece of chocolate cake she knew Callie had hidden in the back of the fridge. The least she could do was send Blade off with something sweet as thanks for all he’d done for them.
That’s when the shot shrieked through the living room window. 169
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It was a loud blast. The glass shattering made Ashley literally freeze with shock. To her horror, Blade crumpled to the floor. Redness blossomed at the back of his upper right shoulder. Before she could even think of what to do, she heard Colter swear as a loud crash came from the kitchen area.
More shots!
Icy fingers of terror gripped her and instinctively she dove for Blade’s prone figure. He had a gun in his shoulder holster, but he’d fallen in such a way that it lay beneath his heavy body. For a panic-stricken moment she wondered if he’d fallen onto the vial, shattering it. Should she go for the research papers?
She heard footsteps on the front porch.
Shit! No time!
Grabbing Blade’s shoulder, she ignored his soft outcry as she struggled to turn him over. He rolled onto his back. His eyes fluttered open and he stared unseeing. Oh God! Was he dead? No time to find out.
Clutching the pistol, she undid the safety and, in a crouch, she headed toward the kitchen.
She heard voices. One of them belonged to Cheri Blakely. She recognized the anger, the triumph in her voice.
Cheri must have caught Colter. Her blood froze. A strangled scream hovered in her throat.