Kennedy's Redemption (The Protectors 3)

When Linc leaned over her and pulled her ass cheeks apart, she froze. Clamping down on Creed’s cock so harshly had him moaning. “Just playing, Sunshine,” he promised her.

She felt a cool gel hit her anus followed by a seeking finger rubbing it around. As she relaxed into their touches she realized how nice it felt, a whole new kind of pleasure, a darker kind. The kind she secretly wanted to get lost in before her life had changed. It opened a whole new world of promises for them.

When Linc started to massage her cheeks gently, the probing finger pushed through the tight ring of muscle in her ass causing an intense burn that she found to be more gratifying than she would have thought possible.

Linc finally pulled his now flaccid cock from her mouth as they continued their assault on her ass and pussy. She felt that all-encompassing desire grab hold of her again as Creed’s thrust picked up speed and intensity. When he slammed into her one last time while inserting another finger in her ass, she went off.

Her body locked up in the most spectacular orgasm of her entire life. A flush worked its way across her body making her hotter than she ever imagined. Just as she was coming down from her high, she felt Linc lean back as he pulled her up for a slow panty-melting kiss.

Creed pulled from her just as she felt his cock grow thicker. He placed the head at the small opening his fingers had created in her ass and let go of his own orgasm. Feeling the ropes of his cum splash against her, she pushed back slightly lodging just the mushroomed tip of his cock inside her; the burn had her coming with him again.

“Fuck me, Sunshine. That was spectacular,” Creed whispered from behind her with his cock head still pulsing inside her. Leaning back against him, he slid the tiniest bit further inside her as she leaned against his chest looking into his eyes. “Love me, Creed,” she begged.

“With everything I am, Kennedy,” he promised as his lips descended to hers in a slow kiss.

Sixteen

“Jet lag sucks balls,” Linc groaned as he rolled over to the bright lights of the sun hitting his face. Si

tting up in the bed he threw his legs over the side, rubbing a hand down his face. He made to get up when a gentle finger started tracing the tattoos along his back. First the tribal lines, then the seal of brotherhood he and Creed had gotten together on their shoulder— an American flag with their last name weaved through the red and white stripes.

They had been twenty-five when they got them. Just out of the Marines and wanting a way to solidify their time served for their country with their commitment to each other. It wasn’t long before that they’d met Nate and Ty’s parents and saw what they had. Even so young they knew it was something special, something they’d want. The tattoo also represented their choice to one day share a woman; the woman currently drawing light lines across his back.

When he heard her softly moan he turned to see Creed with his head buried in her neck, eyes closed, and a sensual smile on her face. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. Rolling back into bed he pulled the sheet away from her body, admiring every dip and curve.

“Can’t believe you're all ours, Sunshine,” Linc whispered leaning down to kiss a scar on her thigh he’d missed seeing before.

Spreading her legs for him, she sighed her contentment as they kissed every inch they could reach. “Can… Oh, my… can I ask you something?” she said in between panting for breath.

“Anything,” Creed told her as he sucked one small, round pink nipple into his mouth.

“Well, I’ve been thinking,” she started.

“Oh boy.” Linc laughed when she swatted his head.

“I want to get a tattoo. Well, a couple. Or maybe just one really large one.”

That got their attention. Looking at her he saw the worry in her eyes as well as the desperation. “Why?” Creed asked her.

Lowering her head she whispered, “My scars.”

Just like that, he understood. She was ashamed of the scars and wanted to cover them up. “You’re gorgeous the way you are, Kennedy,” he told her, lifting her chin so he could see her eyes.

“Scars or no scars, we’ll love you no matter what, Ken,” Creed told her.

“It’s just they’re such a painful reminder. I don’t want that reminder anymore. I feel… They make me feel lost again. Seeing them every time I look in the mirror brings me right back to that awful cabin. I’m so tired of feeling like less than a woman, like I’m somehow damaged.” Her voice started as a whisper but the more she spoke, the stronger it became.

With tears on her lashes, Linc wiped under her eye with his thumb. Kissing the tear away, he leaned forward and told her, “We’ll take you. But be sure, Sunshine. It’s not easily reversed.”

Nodding her head she jumped into his arms with the most glorious smile to ever grace her lips. He was stunned at how happy their acceptance of her need to cover up her scars made her.

“Do you know what you want, Sunshine?” Creed asked laying behind her still.

“I do,” she smiled shyly. “I want a vine of lilies to wrap around my body, with the vines to run across my scars. Do you think that’s possible?”

“Yeah, Ken, it is. Whatever you want we’ll get it for you.” Creed smiled at her and she practically melted in Linc’s arms.

A knock at their door had Kennedy squealing and diving under the covers. They laughed while getting up to get dressed.