Their Sin City Showgirl (The American Soldier Collection 7)

Back and forth she tried to take both men deeper. She was losing focus, the sensations rocking her body and causing an eruption of sorts inside of her.

“Too fucking tight. Oh Fuck. I can’t go slow. I can’t,” Lincoln ground out through what sounded like clenched teeth.

“Then don’t. Fuck me harder, Lincoln, Conway. Take all of me. I need it. I need this,” she said, and Lincoln kissed her shoulder before he grabbed on to her hips and thrust into her ass, balls deep. She was panting for air as the two men countered their strokes. One would shove in as one shoved out, making her long for both of them together. In and out they alternated thrusts. She felt every inch of their cocks enter her and then pull out. Her pussy felt so swollen and then there was this deep sensation and she knew if they just kept moving, she would reach that point of no return.

“Faster. Oh, God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she told them and both men picked up the pace. She moaned along with them. They called her name, as they pumped their hips. She felt their hands everywhere and she felt on the edge of something wonderful. She moved with them, countering their strokes until her body tightened like a bow and she exploded in pure bliss.

Conway thrust upward and came soon after her, calling her name as he pulled her down and nuzzled her neck. The move made her thighs spread wider and Lincoln slapped her ass as he fucked her harder and faster. She was so damn wet, and the orgasm just kept going and going, when finally Lincoln came hard and furious, calling her name. “J.J.!”

Her ears were ringing, and she could hardly concentrate on the movement around the room. She felt Lincoln kiss her shoulder and then pull slowly from her body. Conway rolled her to her side, pulling from her pussy and cupping her breast.

“Amazing. That was so amazing.”

She stared at him, her heart racing, her body a bit sore. “I don’t think I can move.” They chuckled.

“I’ve got you, baby. I get to take care of you now,” Brook said. She turned to look at him. Big wide shoulders, muscles galore, trailed down to a narrow waist with ridges of stomach muscles. His brown hair and deep brown eyes held her gaze as he smiled. “Come on. My turn to make love to you.” He scooped her up into his arms and carried her out of the room. She laid her head against his chest as she looked at the others. They were all watching her, and they all looked so happy, it scared her. She didn’t want them to get hurt. She wanted them safe. What if she just made matters worse?

* * * *

Brook started the shower after he set J.J. down on the counter on top of a towel.

After getting all the showerheads into position, lower so that they would reach J.J. perfectly, he stood in front of her. She immediately placed her hands on his chest and ran her palms over his muscles.

“You look tired,” he told her.

“You’d be, too,” she said and then winked. He smiled. Trailing a finger along her collarbone and down her arm, he thought she had an amazing body, like that of the perfect sculpture. Her defined arms, large breasts, and flat belly were very sexy.

“I love the feel of your skin and touching your curves.” He cupped her breast and stared at the nipple, before tugging it.

“You have a great body, too, Brook. So many muscles,” she said and then ran her palms over his skin. His cock jerked upward.

“I need you.”

She turned to look down on the counter to where the condom package sat. Lifting it up, she smiled at him.

“I need you, too,” she whispered.

He took the condom from her hands, opened it, and then placed it on his shaft. He lifted her up and kissed her hard on the mouth as she straddled his waist. Walking to the right, he stepped into the oversized shower, and the warm water sprayed their flesh. She pulled from his mouth and moaned.

“Oh, God, it feels so good.”

“I’ve got something that will feel even better.” He pressed her against the tile wall under the main spray of the shower. The other showerheads continued to hit their bodies, making their skin slick.

He held her gaze as he pushed between her wet folds

. J.J. lowered down, taking him in. They both moaned and then pressed their foreheads together.

“God, you feel like heaven.” His arms wrapped her tightly as she lifted up and thrust back down while holding on to his shoulders and head. His mouth was against her upper breast and he took the opportunity to lick and suck her skin. The water flowed between them as he began to make love to her, thrusting his cock deeper on every stroke. The water splashed between their bodies and soon he was pounding into her, trying to relieve his need to have all of her.

“Oh!” she moaned, tilting her head back, exposing her throat. The bruising tugged at his heart, a need to protect her from future harm feeding his inner ego. He’d never loved a woman before. Never cared for one so much that he wanted to wrap her in armor and keep her hidden from the world so that he would never lose her. With J.J. the thoughts came rushing through him on every stroke of his cock in her cunt, and every moan of pleasure from her lips.

They were both moaning and thrusting. Her nails dug into his shoulders and then she kissed his mouth, plunging her tongue inside and muffling his moans. He grew harder and penetrated deeper as she widened her legs and stuck her heels into his ass. He moved a hand over her ass cheeks and then pressed a finger to her anus. She bucked on his cock and he held her tight in his arms and snug against the wall.

He stroked deeper while his finger thrust into her ass and she screamed her release. Two more thrusts and he was on his way to exploding inside of her when she pinched his nipple.

“Fuck!” He roared and then pounded again and again as he lost it inside of her.

Holy shit. Their woman was filled with surprises. And yes, she was their woman.