Their Battle for Love (The American Soldier Collection 15)

“Great, then one of you guys can go visit the galleries with her around Salvation,” Kane told him.

“Hey, we’re going to meet the guys at Casper’s. Stone said there’s a party going on Saturday and we will probably know a few of the soldiers there who recently retired.”

“Great. And how do you feel about that?” Krane asked him as he watched Malayna shake her head at something Ellington showed her and then she placed her hand on her hip and he could see the diamond and emerald engagement ring sparkling in the sunlight. She looked so classy and sexy. He couldn’t wait to peel that long flair skirt off of her and then sink his cock into her deeply and remind her that she belonged to them and no other men. God, he was feeling so possessive.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll feel okay because Malayna and you guys are with me,” Border said to him.

“I guess so. We’ll see if we’ll make it out of the house. I’m kind of looking forward to getting out of Chicago and being in the country with Malayna,” Krane added.

Border chuckled. “Me, too. Let her know everything is set for Texas and checking out the galleries. Star ordered a team to go ahead and scope out everything first.”

“Man, he is really not taking any chances,” Krane said.

“I don’t blame him, Krane. Something isn’t right about this whole mess with Cruz. It’s like someone is trying to personally sabotage Nicolai, but his list of enemies is too fucking long to evaluate.”

“His list of friends is longer. Keep me posted and I’ll see you hopefully in a couple of more hours,” Krane said as he glanced at his watch. Then he ended the call and listened to Malayna express her ideas about a gallery show and her paintings. He could see in her body language and in the excited tone of her voice that she loved this. She’d found her calling and he couldn’t try to stop her or keep her locked up and safe in their penthouse. She needed to do this. She had gone through enough being a prisoner and losing three years of her life. She didn’t need to feel trapped and controlled. She needed to be supported, and that was what he was going to do. He looked around the place and at Ellington placing his hand on her waist and pointing out something in the painting. He would be supportive even if it killed him.

* * * *

Malayna screamed as she ran through the living room in the penthouse. Krane was chasing her, unbuttoning his blue dress shirt and heading toward her.

“There’s no use in running, woman, you are getting that ass spanked,” he stated firmly.

Her cheeks flushed and she turned around and held out her hands palms upward. “Wait, I don’t think that’s necessary, considering that I didn’t do anything wrong.”

He raised one of those sexy eyebrows of his up at her, making his blue eyes sparkle with mischief. “Really? Letting Ellington and Pierre whisper in your ear, caress your hip, and even move your hair out of the way as you looked over photographs in catalogs?” he said, raising his voice.

She placed her hands on her hips and felt her breasts bounce from the move. He had already removed the blouse she wore and now the see-through camisole was hanging low enough to give him a good view of her lacy bra and her breasts. He looked her over then licked his lips. “Sweetheart, don’t resist. Just accept your punishment.” He reached out and snagged her wrist then pulled her toward him.

She laughed as he tickled her and then covered her mouth and kissed her firmly. She ran her hands over his sides and then down over his ass as he plunged his tongue into her mouth deeply. That kiss and their petting grew fierce and she felt him unzip her skirt and shove it down. In a flash he pulled from her lips, turned her around, and pressed her over the edge of the bed. She fell to it and started laughing more until his hands caressed her ass cheeks. Glancing over her shoulder seductively at him, she licked her lips.

“What exactly do you have in mind for my punishment, Krane?”

He squeezed her ass cheeks and then lifted the thin material of her thong and stroked a finger down the crack of her ass.

“I was thinking that you might need a Lucca kind of punishment,” he told her as he pulled down her panties and then unclipped her bra. She helped him remove her top and the bra and then she looked at him with such desire she could care less what he did to her just as long as he made love to her soon.

“A Lucca-style punishment? What’s that?”

“It’s where I first spank this ass.”

Smack.

“Oh.”

“Then explore this ass.” He pressed a finger from her wet pussy to her anus and then lowered behind her. “Then fuck this ass.” He bit her ass cheek lightly and she felt her pussy leak more.

“Oh God, Krane, you’re just as wild as Lucca.”

He smiled wickedly then spread her thighs and lowered down. He stroked her pussy, pressing two fingers up into her cunt from behind.

She gripped the comforter. “Keep those arms up and lift this sexy ass. Show me how much you like this,” he said to her.

Smack.

He stroked his fingers into her pussy and then she felt him lean lower and lick her from where his fingers stroked to over her anus. Back and forth he wet her really good and then smacked her ass again.

“Krane, please. I need you. God, it’s so crazy. I don’t know why I’m so turned on right now.”