Amazing Grace (The American Soldier Collection 3)

“Oh God, you guys are crazy,” she said.

“You think we’re crazy?” Big Jay asked as he leaned up and nipped at her shoulder.

“Or maybe this is crazy,” Sandman said, taking position behind her and touching her. Duke didn’t need to ask what his brother was doing. He could tell by the way Grace tightened up then closed her eyes with her lips parted that Sandman was playing with her ass.

“Ever have a man play with your ass?” Sandman asked her.

She shook her head wildly from side to side.

“Good.” He helped her move lower so she would be chest to chest with Duke.

“Look at me, baby,” Duke told her and she slowly opened her eyes. She definitely stole his heart with that look of passion, hesitation, and innocence. She was young and she was exceptional. How the hell did he and his brothers get so lucky?

* * * *

Grace could not believe how high-strung she was or how experienced and sexy Duke, Sandman, and Big Jay were. Three exceptionally dominant, sexy men who individually could rock her world were currently turning her into whatever they wanted. She didn’t care what. All she knew was that she wanted more of them. She wanted to kiss, lick, suck, and explore their bodies and make herself theirs. She wanted to love them so good and so perfectly that there would never be another woman in their lives who came even close to her. Silly, but these possessive feelings struck her like a bolt of lightning. They had her and she was ready and willing to do or try anything with them including anal sex.

At that moment Sandman pushed a finger into her anus making her moan. She was so wet that Duke’s cock was slipping in and out of her pussy. She was moaning as her body tightened up. Duke grabbed her, pulling her down and kissing her as they both exploded together. Sandman pul

led his finger from her ass and gave it a slap, snapping her out of her sexual daze.

“Hey.” She turned toward him with her face plastered against Duke’s chest. Duke was caressing her back and her ass.

“Hey, yourself,” Sandman said.

“You slapped my ass,” she replied.

“You have a great ass, Grace.” Sandman got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom.

“Sure do, sugar. Can’t wait to get me some of that ass,” Big Jay stated then winked.

“Me either,” Duke whispered as he stroked a finger down the crevice between her ass cheeks. She closed her eyes and held in her excitement.

Son of a bitch, I can’t wait to let you three try it.

Chapter 9

Maggie Sheridan lay handcuffed to a pole in some abandoned underground tunnel, her own handcuffs no less, and as a cop she should have been more careful, more cautious. But she wasn’t and now her life was in jeopardy. She couldn’t see a thing and the tape that the killer placed over her eyes was pinching her lids and giving her an instant headache. She could feel her eyelashes and eyelids sticking to the tape. She was perspiring, practically dripping with sweat from unsuccessfully trying to fight off her attacker and from pure fear. His voice and every move he made echoed in the wet tunnel that reeked of garbage and decaying roadkill.

She knew the man before her was the killer, the one everyone was looking for and she recognized the man’s voice. She knew she’d heard it somewhere before.

She wondered if John knew how much she loved him. She never told him and she was so busy acting tough, trying to be so damn unaffected by him that he probably didn’t love her, too. The fault would be her own, all brought on by the pressure of her job, being a respected female officer, and being sure everyone knew she earned her position and she hadn’t used the weapon between her legs to obtain it. John respected her and valued her feelings as he hid their relationship from everyone. That was the way she wanted it and now she may never see him again.

The killer approached her now and she felt the sharp object lightly cut her chest.

He’s going to kill me, just like he killed the others. I know what he did to them. Oh God, John, I love you and I’m sorry.

* * * *

He held the ice pick in his hand, and glided it along the lovely white skin of his latest adventure. He laughed at his victim. A beautiful young cop and girlfriend of SWAT team member John Thompson. This was a special kill. It would enter him into a whole new category. He could see the headlines in the newspapers already. “COP KILLER.”

He chuckled at the thought and stood tall, filled with pride and assurance.

No one can catch me. No one knows who I am. I live among them, socialize along with them, and they haven’t a clue. But you’ve all been so tight-lipped about where Grace is hiding out. Perhaps this will send a clear message to return her to me.

He was confident he would get away with this kill as well. But most importantly it sent an even stronger message. Especially to Grace and the investigator that whisked her off to hide her from him.

“I will have you, Grace. I will go after you any way I can,” the killer said out loud as Maggie Sheridan struggled to free herself.