Blake, Abby - Soldier [Altered Destinies 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

“
Relax your throat. Let him in all the way.”
She did as Zane instructed, slowly releasing her grip and letting Rick push farther into her throat.

“Good girl,” Zane said out loud as his hands roamed over her hips, ass, and thighs. She practically wiggled at the praise, but gasped as he pushed a finger deep into her dripping pussy. She could feel her own juices gliding down her thighs. Hell, if giving a blow job was this exciting, how amazing would it feel to have Zane fucking her while she did it.

“Do you want to find out?”

“Yes,”
she sent telepathically as Rick gripped her hair and held her still so he could pump into her mouth. The bed dipped as Zane left the room, but he was back quickly, and a box of condoms landed beside her. She could hear his fast movements as he stripped off his clothes, sheathed himself with a condom, and climbed back onto the bed.

“Can’t wait,” he mumbled aloud as he held her hips in an intense grip and pushed his cock deep into her body in one long stroke. She gasped and swallowed around Rick’s cock, and then all hell broke loose.

Rick held her head tight as he pumped into the back of her throat, his rhythm off, his movements forceful. Zane withdrew and slammed back into her pussy over and over. She could feel an orgasm building in her body, the sensations as overwhelming as they were last night. She felt heat swell from her groin, the tingle spreading through her veins as she shook frantically with her approaching release.

Hot cum hit the back of her throat the same time that Zane’s clever fingers found her clit and squeezed. She screamed around Rick’s cock in her mouth as Zane rode her orgasm to his own release. She swallowed convulsively as more and more cum coated her tongue, Rick’s hand gentling in her hair as she pulled away and licked his softening cock.

Zane fell forward onto her back, his sweaty chest plastered to her skin. He held her that way, his face pressed against her as they all fought to catch their breath.

“That was fucking amazing,” Rick whispered.

Chapter Eight

“Good morning, princess,” Zane said. She looked adorable, her hair mussed, her eyes sleepy. She scowled at him, told him to get the fuck out of the way so she could use the bathroom, and pushed past him like she was a professional football player. God, he loved that.

Whoa. Love? Well, it was probably too soon for the L-word, but he knew that he’d never been happier, and he knew Rick well enough to know his best friend felt the same. And, well, their princess was rude, grumpy, and a danger to a man’s ego, but they saw the true woman, the personality she tried to hide, peek through the façade from time to time. It was always there when she was with her girls.

They’d fallen into a comfortable rhythm. For the past three weeks, he and Rick had spent their days protecting and helping her as she got to know her daughters and their nights exploring her amazing body. A month ago, he couldn’t have imagined the type of relationship he now found himself in, but today he couldn’t imagine not having it.

He leaned against the wall so that he would be the first thing she’d see after leaving the bathroom. He heard the shower turn on and considered joining her, but hauled in his rampant thoughts. They had the whole day together, and he wasn’t about to rush things.

She finished in the shower in record time. Every other woman he’d ever known had taken forever in the bathroom drying, fluffing, painting, but not Jenna. She washed quickly with maximum efficiency, pulled her golden brown hair into a braid, and didn’t bother with makeup. She may have been a free woman now, but she still thought and acted like a soldier.

Like today for example. The girls were scheduled to go on a school excursion to the zoo. Alana had made sure that Jenna knew she was welcome to join the kids, but Jenna had assessed the risk, calculated that the girls were safer in public without her, and declined the invitation. No amount of planning and reassurance from Zane and Rick that they would keep her and her daughters safe had swayed her decision.

Remove the emotions of the situation and Zane was inclined to agree with her. It was risky. If the girls were seen in public with her, anyone watching Jenna would find Hailey and Kara. And Jenna had warned them that it was Hailey and Kara the Professor really wanted.

She came out of the bathroom with a soft towel wrapped around her and glanced up at Zane in surprise before scowling at him again. “What do you want?”

“I have a gift for you.”

“A gift?” She said it with such childlike excitement that he wished he’d used another word. It wasn’t exactly a gift for her, but rather something that would benefit all three of them. He wasn’t sure that a purple butt plug would quite fit her idea of a gift.

“Um...sort of,” he said hesitantly.

“Dickhead,”
Rick’s smug voice said inside his head.
“Lucky for you I picked up that present we ordered. Bring her into the kitchen. We’ll give it to her now.”

Trying not to be obvious about the sigh of relief, Zane reached for Jenna’s arm and entwined his fingers through hers. She smiled just a little as they walked into the kitchen.

“Mmm, almost perfect, but maybe you should lose the towel, too.” Zane watched her smile grow wider as she pulled the towel apart and dropped it to the floor. She stood in front of them, without a hint of embarrassment on her face. He supposed the fact that they’d been exploring every inch of her body for the last three weeks might have had something to do with her confidence.

“Beautiful,” Rick said as he stepped forward and ran his knuckles down the side of her face. “Zane and I thought you might like this.” He handed her the small, rectangular jeweler’s box and stepped back to let her open it.

Zane could feel her emotions spiking wildly. She bounced between excitement and gratitude and confusion and of course the ever present anger. Slowly she opened the box, tears filling her eyes before she managed to blink them back.

She lifted the long chain from the box and held it up to admire. Attached to the chain was an old fashioned, heart-shaped locket, the type that opened up and could hold two photos inside.

“We can’t put the girls’ photos inside until we’re sure you’re all safe, but we thought that the locket would be a way to carry them close to your heart.” Zane smiled as Rick said the exact right words. Thank God he had Rick’s sweet-talking charm to back him up here. Zane was pretty sure he would’ve thrown the box at her and fumbled his way through a few poorly considered words. Rick managed to say the things Zane felt, but in a more effective way.

The chain was long enough to lift over her head, and when she put it on, the locket nestled perfectly between her breasts. He’d never wanted any woman more than the beauty standing naked in his kitchen, wearing only the gift he and Rick had given her.

“Bend over the back of the sofa.” The husky words startled her almost as much as they surprised him. Rick laughed quietly and winked at her when she hesitated. Zane held his hand out to her, his dominant side rising to the fore, but relief washed through him as she put her hand in his and let him lead her to the couch. He positioned her where he wanted her, her ass pointing high in the air, her face pressed against the seat part of the sofa, her hands supporting the rest of her weight.

Rick moved to sit on the sofa beside her. He ran a soothing hand up and down the column of her spine as he explained what Zane was about to do. She seemed a little anxious, but she nodded slowly and relaxed as Rick continued to whisper to her and ran his hand soothingly up and down her spine. Soon Zane could see and smell her arousal pulse from her pussy.

He placed a hand on her back, essentially holding her still as he pressed three fingers straight into her dripping channel. She gasped at the sudden invasion, but her slippery flesh flexed around him, and more of her juices slicked his fingers.

He pumped them into her several times, her hips lifting slightly to push back onto his hand. He smacked her thigh loudly as she tried to wriggle closer to his touch. “Stay still,” he ordered. “We don’t want to hurt you, princess.”

She growled her frustration and tried to kick out at him, but he expected the move and easily blocked it. He pinned her legs to the back of the couch with his knees. Rick moved to hold her immobile as Zane pulled his fingers from her pussy and inserted one slippery digit into her anus. She stopped fighting him as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle. He slid the finger in and out slowly, enjoying the sounds she made and the way her ass clenched with each stroke.

“Two now,” he warned her as he pressed another finger deep into her ass. She swore as he stretched her, and he smacked her ass lightly. “No more swearing, princess. It’s not very nice.” He laughed as she used every swear word he’d ever known and maybe a couple that were new to him.

“Baby, he’s right. Maybe we should find something more interesting for you to do with that mouth.”

Chapter Nine

Jenna couldn’t hide the heat that swelled through her at the idea. She thought he was going to lift her up and feed her his cock, so the feeling of a rubber ball shape pressed against her mouth was rather shocking. She tried to hold her jaw shut, but Rick managed to get it past her teeth before she could put up any real resistance. He tightened the buckle behind her head and then grabbed her hands and held them together before she could manage to reach it. She laid her head back down to consider her next move.

“Good girl,” Zane said as she stopped fighting. God, how could two little words mean so much to her? She’d never been praised, not even as a child. It had always been run faster, be smarter, work harder. At the time, she’d believed it had made her a better soldier, but now,
now
, she wasn’t so sure. If two words of praise from someone she loved and respected could melt her into a pliable puddle of nonresistance, how much different could her life have been?

She flexed her lips around the ball gag as she realized the words she’d used to describe Zane. Did she love him? Did she love Rick? Really, she had no comparison. If wanting to be with them all the time, trusting them to protect both her body and her heart, then yes, she loved them.

A hard slap on her ass bought her back to the present. “Concentrate, princess.”

“Fuck off,”
she sent telepathically, but couldn’t hide the smile in her voice.

Another sharp slap against her ass had her gasping for breath at the same time that her pussy tingled and orgasm beckoned. Zane scissored the fingers in her ass, stretching her sensitive flesh even more before removing them completely.

“This is just a small plug, but it’ll help the muscles relax and give you an idea of what it will be like when we both fuck you at the same time.” She moaned. Even though he wasn’t touching her, her ass and pussy muscles pulsed in anticipation. Something cold and slippery dripped onto her ass, and then his fingers were back, spreading the lubricant around and inside her anus. “Okay, princess. I want you to take a deep breath and then breathe out slowly.”

She did as he instructed, her ass throbbing as he pressed something hard and round into her back passage. Her skin burned a little as the object grew wider, and she fought against Rick’s hold as the plug kept pushing slowly into her ass. Just as she was about to scream telepathically, the plug narrowed and her muscles closed around it to hold it tight inside her.

She sucked air through her nose and chewed on the ball gag as incredible sensations traveled up and down her legs, into her pussy and ass, and up through her chest. Her entire body felt swollen, tense, ready to explode. Her breasts rubbed against the fabric of the sofa, her nipples aching deliciously as Zane pushed her down with more force. He lifted her up and maneuvered her pliant lower half until her swollen clit mashed against the fabric. One tap on the butt plug and she was flying.

Every muscle shook as heat pulsed from her ass and pussy and burned through the rest of her body. Wave after wave of rippling sensation bounced through her, zapping her strength, erasing her thoughts. She dragged in air, her chest heaving, her body quivering as she tried to slow down her racing heart.

Jenna had no idea how long she stayed draped over the sofa like a limp noodle, but she barely noticed when Zane bent to inspect the plug’s placement or when he lifted her into his arms and cradled her close. He undid the ball gag, kissed her forehead tenderly, and whispered the two words guaranteed to worm their way into her heart, “Good girl.”