Their Sin City Showgirl (The American Soldier Collection 7)

She shoved at their hands.

“No. No, I’m not cold at all. I’m hot, and damn it, I want this. I want you,” she said to Calder. “I want all of you. Just make it stop. Please. Make it stop.”

She shrugged her shoulders making the blanket fall from her body. She continued to shake as she reached up, running her hands up and over Calder’s shoulders before standing up on tiptoes to kiss him.

She felt Conway’s hands on her back, and Brook’s on her pants, while Lincoln kissed the skin on her hipbone on one side of her.

She pressed her tongue deeper into Calder’s mouth and felt the shivering subside. She put all her energy into this moment, this time with these men who obviously empathized with her state of mind, her emotions and fears. Knowing that they suffered from the same type of issue in their lives caused some kind of imaginary bond between the five of them. They did things together as a unit. They would do her as a unit, too. She wanted to be part of them in every way.

Calder’s large hands caressed over her skin. They parted lips and he smiled at her.

“You are everything and then some,” he said, making her cheeks warm and her nipples harden.

“Don’t be shy with us. We’re going to take good care of you,” Conway whispered from behind her. She felt his hands smooth under her arms and over her breasts. The bra fell from her hands as the sensation of Conway’s large, callused fingers massaged her needy breasts. He pulled on the nipples simultaneously, sending a jolt of cream to hit her cunt.

“That’s a lovely sound. You moaning and gasping from our touch,” Conway told her and then licked along her neck as he continued to massage her breasts.

“Is that a tattoo and a belly ring?” Brook asked. She popped her eyes open in time to see him kneel down next to her and place his hard, warm hand over her lower belly and mound as he stared at the tattoos. It was a small shooting star.

Brook’s hands were large, his fingers long and thick. They looked so big over her skin. It was masculine and made her feel feminine. How silly.

His thumb caressed over it, and then she felt the lips against her belly. There was Lincoln. He was kissing her skin, making his way toward her mound with his lips and tongue. Brook lifted her thigh. He placed it on his knee, spreading her open for Lincoln. Conway grabbed her, using his hold on her breasts and his solid, hard chest to keep her from losing her balance.

“You’re already so wet, baby. God, that makes me happy,” Lincoln whispered then stroked his fingers over her pussy lips.

“Keeping us happy in here is a good thing,” Conway whispered, then nipped her neck. She shivered with anticipation and excitement.

“This is torture,” she said, sounding breathless.

“This is where nothing else matters but us. You, me, Calder, Brook, and Lincoln. No one else, nothing else,” Conway said as he pulled on her nipples, just as Lincoln pressed two fingers up into her pussy. Brook licked across her hipbone and over the tattoo. He nibbled on the bone on her hip, making her pussy leak some more.

“You taste incredible. I can’t wait to be inside of you,” Brook told her.

“Me either. I’m ready, is she?” Calder asked. She heard his voice coming from behind them. Slowly Lincoln pulled his fingers from her cunt and then leaned forward and licked her pussy. He began to eat at her cream, nip her clit, and twirl his tongue around her pussy.

“Oh, Lincoln. Oh, God, I’m coming.” She moaned, and he stopped. He pulled his mouth from her cunt and stood up.

“What the hell?” she stated.

“You come when we tell you that you can.” Conway pinched her again and then released her breasts. Bro

ok stood up, turned her around, and marched her forward. There was Calder. He was lying on the biggest bed she had ever seen. It was covered with pillows and a thick, fluffy, hunter-green comforter. It looked so comfortable and like something out of a fantasy story. She chuckled. It was so appropriate. This was a fantasy. It couldn’t really be happening.

“Are you on the pill?” Brook asked as he lifted her up and right onto Calder. He was lying on the edge of the bed, completely naked, and his big, long hard dick pointing upward.

She was in shock as her flesh hit his flesh. Her thighs pressed against his muscular thighs, and she felt so aroused and excited. She ran the palms of her hands up his very muscular thighs in admiration. Calder grabbed her hips and lifted her up. She fell to his chest.

“Well? Pill or no pill?” Calder asked. She just stared at him. The man was a work of art.

Smack.

She gasped and turned not expecting the smack to her backside.

She stared at Conway.

“You were asked a question.”

“No. I’m not on anything.”