Amazing Grace (The American Soldier Collection 3)

“Relax, baby, and just breathe. Listen to my voice and know that I’m here to protect you.”

God, he was so amazing. She would die if anything ever happened to him and his brothers. One night of lovemaking and she was so attached and possessive. She needed to put some space between them. She needed slow, not fast. Her mind needed to catch up with her body and its wants and desires.

“Please, Sandman, just let me be. I need to handle this alone.” She opened her eyes, knowing they were filled with tears and emotions. His deep blue eyes bore into hers, and when he licked his lips then stared at hers, she knew he wouldn’t comply with her wishes. In an instant he was kissing her and she was kissing him back.

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Grace’s fear and need to put space between him and her was not so easily accepted by Sandman. He came upstairs to check on her but mostly because he missed her. Wasn’t that a fucking crazy insane thing? He was going to scare her if he came off as immediately possessive. Even his brothers wanted to visit her in the shower, but they knew this whole ménage thing was new to all of them. They decided that they would slow things down as much as they could handle. Grace was going through enough emotiona

l turmoil and they didn’t want to add to her anxiety. It seemed they were too late. As quickly as the thought hit his mind, he reacted and kissed her. God, she tasted like heaven and sunshine.

When she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and returned the kisses, he felt triumphant as well as needy. He had been a man with a heart of steel. Many called him cold, unemotional and heartless after he returned from war. He didn’t give a damn. He had experienced so much death, violence, and desert heat to last him a lifetime. So what, that he never dated or let his emotions show? Grace touched him like no other and he couldn’t believe how his body, his soul craved more.

Caressing his hands along her thighs, he lifted her up. She straddled his hips as he pressed her hard against the bathroom wall. The feel of her fingernails pressing against his scalp as she fought for control of the kiss made his dick hard and desire strengthen.

He tore his lips from hers so he could pull back and remove the towel from her body.

“Fucking beautiful. I want you, Grace. I want you right here, right now.”

Her eyes still glistened with unshed tears but the emotion changed. No longer looking fearful and defeated, they shined with passion and hunger. “Yes,” she whispered and began to pull his shirt up and off of him.

“Hold on tight,” he said and felt her legs lock around his hips, her arms around his shoulders then her lips and teeth sucked against his neck.

He wanted to touch her everywhere but he also needed to get his pants off. Sandman ran the palms of his hands along her toned thighs then to her calves that were tight against his ribs. He somehow undid his pants and pushed them down as she continued to lick and kiss his skin from neck, to shoulder, to chest. She dipped lower, taking a nipple into her mouth and pulling.

“Fuck, Grace.” He pressed her harder against the wall, aligned his cock with her wet pussy, and shoved in to the hilt. Her head fell back, her chin tilted up as she gasped, and he immediately began to stroke her cunt.

“Mine. All fucking mine.” He dipped and thrust, dipped and thrust, wanting his cock to reach her womb and seal the deal that she belonged to him, she belonged to the Sandstone brothers.

“Harder, yes, like that Sandman, so good.” She cheered him on which only made him grow harder and wilder to satisfy their hunger. The sloshing sound filled the room and she screamed her release as he ground deeper, pelvis to pelvis. He spread her ass cheeks, trying to go even deeper. He could feel his balls against the crack of her ass. She was so fucking wet, so needy for his cock.

“Yes, so good, Grace. So fucking perfect.” He slammed into her in three quick strokes then grunted as he exploded inside of her. Breathing heavy against her neck, he absorbed the scent of her skin, the delicate flesh of her femininity and relished in the fact that they were one.

Her fingers ran through his hair and his heart came alive in recognition that she was the one and the only for him. She was his amazing Grace, his everything and he would protect her with his life until his last breath.

Chapter 11

Grace and Sandman headed downstairs, and when she entered the kitchen, she thought she would find Big Jay and Duke, but they weren’t there.

The disappointment must have shown on her face as Sandman hugged her from behind then bent down to whisper into her ear.

“Big Jay went into town and Duke is doing some computer work in the office. I need to make some calls. Can you hang out in the library for a bit?”

She turned in his arms, placed her hands up on his shoulders, and smiled at him. “How about I look through that freezer of yours and find something to make for dinner. I’ll cook tonight.”

He raised his eyebrows at her and she wasn’t certain if he assumed that she couldn’t cook. She squinted her eyebrows up at him. “What? You don’t think I know how to?”

He ran his hands down her back and over her ass, giving it a squeeze. “Honey, you have the body of a supermodel and you photograph them. I figured with your type of schedule, you probably eat out a bunch and order room service and nibble at fancy parties.” She was surprised at his evaluation of her.

She pulled from his embrace and walked over to the freezer. She opened it up as she spoke to him.

“I’ll have you know that I am a very good cook. You’ll be impressed considering I order out all the time and nibble at fancy parties,” she said sarcastically and he chuckled as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at her. The man was a sexy god. She could totally imagine him in military fatigues and weapons with sand coming off his big, heavy military-issued boots as he stalked toward her. Her pussy leaked and she knew she had it bad. Licking her lower lip he followed her tongue with his eyes and she knew she had his complete attention.

“You can call me a domestic goddess. I’m that good.” As she turned to look into the freezer and reached for some packages of chicken cutlets, he swooped in fast, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her hard on the mouth.

His dominant, sexy action caused her entire body to warm up and she knew she would never be the same again. Sandman, Duke, and Big Jay had a part of her she could never get back and hopefully nothing would take them away from her.

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