Quadruple Duty: All or Nothing

“Damn she’s wet…” Dakota grunted.

He was plowing away at me doggie-style, making it almost impossible for me to keep Ryan in my mouth. Every thrust pushed me further into the bed, until I was gripping the edge with two clawed hands.

Someone shoved a pillow beneath me, presumably for comfort.

Oh my God…

“Easy man,” Kyle laughed nervously. “I know you’re eager but…”

Whatever he was saying, Dakota didn’t want to hear it. He kept screwing me harder and faster, with a wild, desperate abandon that both shocked me and turned me on at the same time. My dress was everywhere. One or more of them were constantly pushing it back, smoothing it down. But it felt sexy on my body. It made me even hotter just to feel it brushing against my exposed skin.

Someone else moved in front of me. I lifted my head, mouth open and ready, and was instead greeted with another hot, soulful kiss. Jason’s eyes bore silently into mine, holding me in his gaze as I bounced back and forth against his friend. I could sense his arousal, feeding off mine. My own lust, reflected in his eyes…

“Let me have her now.”

It was like a switch being pulled. I felt Dakota back off gradually, slowing his thrusts like a machine being powered down. When he finally left me my body protested, craving more. But then I was flipped onto my back. Tossed downward against a fluffy white ocean of silk, satin, and lace.

I felt my legs being spread, my ankles gripped on either side by strong, capable hands. Then Kyle was there, pushing his way between my thighs. Staring down at me adoringly as he guided himself against my glistening sex.

“The last one,” I breathed, smiling up at him.

“The first one,” he grinned back.

I reached up and pulled him into me, sinking him all the way to my core. It was the alpha and the omega. The beginning and the end. Or rather, the end of a long road; of somehow finding and dating and falling in love with four beautiful men.

And the beginning of having four incredible, Army Ranger husbands.

We fell into our familiar rhythm, the one reserved just for us. The one we’d perfected alone, just like I’d done with Ryan, or Dakota, or Jason.

“God you’re soaked…”

I groaned and clawed at his ass, pulling him deeper inside of me. Sliding my fingers into his hair, I made a tight fist. Then I pulled him over my shoulder, so I could whisper into his ear.

“My sexy soldier…”

He fucked me deeply, cradling me in his arms. Nuzzling his face into my hair. Sliding his warm cheek up against mine.

“My ivory princess.”

My body convulsed and shuddered around him. It was all so perfect, like a pristine dream. The destination wedding, the reception, the castle! Dancing and gliding and floating on air… with four gorgeous husbands.

Kyle kissed me, and I melted beneath him. The scope and depth of my love for him ran just as deep as with any of the others, but there would always be something special between us. A bond of firsts. We shared a common origin, one that kicked off the whole crazy thrill ride that became my life, my work, my loves…

My everything.

Fifty-Nine

SAMMARA

I climaxed first around Kyle, coming so fiercely I began thrashing my head from side to side. I was only vaguely aware of the others, still holding my ankles high. Still pinning my legs back behind my head, stretching me wide for their brother-in-arms.

The best part of sleeping with them all was that each of my men knew my body. They knew my movements, my motions, the limits of my flexibility. They knew what aroused me and what teased me and what brought me off almost instantly when I got horny enough to want it.

But they also knew when to back off. When to let me come down from an orgasm… that moment when they would free me to cross my legs and squeeze my

thighs together and shudder through wave after wave of warm euphoria.

I was welcomed back to earth with more kisses, more love. Jason was tonguing my left breast, Ryan my right. Their mouths were so hungry, their tongues so hot and wet I was forced to grab their heads and squeeze them into me as hard as I could before the sensations became too much.