Ask Me No Questions (The American Soldier Collection 12)

He was about to walk away.

“Only if you’ll have breakfast with us too,” she said to him.

They stared at one another. She looked up into his dark, sad eyes and saw something sparkle for only a moment. He nodded and stepped aside.

Cash squeezed her shoulder and kissed her skin by her neck.

“Sit down before your breakfast gets cold.”

She walked past Stryker to her seat. Memphis held her blouse out for her to put on.

She took it from him, and they all watched her as she adjusted her camisole and put the blouse back in place. They all sat down to eat together, and she tried to calm her emotions as to what had just taken place here. Then she felt Memphis’s hand on her thigh under the table and him give it a squeeze.

She glanced up at him. He winked, his expression different from before. It was deep. That’s the only way she could describe it. As she looked at the men one at a time, she realized how good looking they all were and how special. She felt comfortable with them, despite Stryker’s outburst. She felt as if they were equals, and it seemed something definitely had changed between her and all five men, forever.

* * * *

Cash took Cassidy’s hand and led her out to the back porch while the others cleaned up from breakfast. The moment they headed outside, he could feel the heat of the summer sun. She walked with him to the railing, looking out over the fields. He was overcome with emotion. It was insane, but something amazing had happened in their house this morning, something that they’d longed for, and Cassidy was the reason.

He turned her so that her back was against the railing, and he placed his hands on her hips. She placed her palms against his chest, causing her blouse to part and her camisole to lower, revealing the deep cleavage of her breasts.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, and she squinted at him.

He looked past her a moment as he tried to gather his emotions.

“What you did today, what you said to Stryker…”

“I didn’t mean to fight with him. Memphis and Orlando invited me over for breakfast, and I nearly ruined the nice gesture,” she said as if thinking he was upset with her.

He squeezed her hips and shook his head.

“No, Cassidy. I’m not upset, nor are the others. You got to Stryker.”

“Stryker got to me.” She exhaled in exasperation.

He chuckled and held her tighter.

“He has that effect on lots of people. But you handle him perfectly. You called him out on his defiance and attitude, which got you a lot of kudos from the rest of the team.” He reached up and caressed a strand of hair away from her face and placed it behind her ear. She smelled so good. The scent of her shampoo wafted through the air, seducing his senses.

“You’re filled with surprises. You’re like everything any of us could ever hope for. You’re special, Cassidy.”

She shook her head.

“I

’m not special. I’m just an ordinary woman trying to survive in this life God’s given me.”

He cupped her cheeks and stared at her lips then her eyes.

“No, baby. You’re way more than that. You’ve come to mean so much to us in such a short period of time. You’re irresistible.”

He leaned forward and kissed her lips. He delved his tongue deeply, exploring her mouth while using his hands to pull her away from the railing and snug against him. He felt every sensation. His senses were in overdrive. From the taste of her lips to the smell of her shampoo, she became more and more enticing to him. He ran his hand along her thigh then under her skirt. The feel of her soft, toned skin had his cock straining against his jeans. He held her tighter and felt her grip his waist, and as he ran his hand under her skirt and against her ass cheeks, she ran her hand over his ass cheek against his jeans. She wore a thong, or maybe no underwear at all. It aroused him as he pulled her thigh higher up against his thigh and ran a finger along the crevice of her ass. He felt the thin string, and it seemed to turn him on just as much as thinking she was naked under the skirt.

He heard the wood floor creak, and then he felt Cassidy tighten up. She tried pulling back, but he kissed her deeper as Coast joined them.

Cash reached under with his other hand and cupped her breast as Coast gripped her hips, pulling her slightly back against his chest. Cash felt Coast’s hand under her skirt in the front, and he eased back a little to avoid Coast grazing his crotch. Sure, they wanted to share Cassidy, but they were macho straight men. A little contact during sex with a woman was one thing, but that was all.

Cassidy pulled back, panting.