Her Lucky Number Thirteen (The American Soldier Collection 13)

Chatham couldn’t help but run his palms along her thighs and ass then pull her onto his chest as he rolled to his back. She lay half on top of him, his one thick thigh wedged between her thighs and warm pussy.

“I love being this close with you, skin to skin,” he said and trailed a finger along her back then down the crack of her ass. She shifted slightly and her breasts lifted from against his chest then lowered again.

She snuggled closer then leaned up and kissed his chin. He tilted his head up and she kissed along his throat, loving the feel of her soft lips against him there. He slid his hands along her waist and felt how feminine and petite she was compared to him and his brothers. She didn’t deserve to feel pain, to have had to go through what she did to survive when Karlicov was shot. He thought about Viktor and the stab wound. They needed to eliminate the problem, the threat, but Scarlapetti and Lapella were nowhere to be found, and now someone else was involved in hurting the family. Until they were dead, none of them could let their guards down.

“Are you okay, Chatham?” she whispered. He ran his hand along her ass and gave it a squeeze.

“More than okay with you in my arms,” he said and she lifted up and licked her lips.

“Are you sure?”

He knew she heard the phone call and put two and two together. But Viktor and Cosivan were firm in their orders. She wasn’t to know what happened. Cosivan was their commander, their leader and it was a direct order.

He held her hips and gave her a little shake. “Everything is fine, Nalia. No questions, remember?” he asked and she rolled her eyes and sighed. He shifted quickly, rolling her to her back and pressing her arms above her head. She gasped and then lowered down to lick across her nipple then tug on it. As he suckled then released it, she moaned.

“You know the rules. Don’t push me, you won’t be happy about the punishment,” he said and her eyes widened like saucers.

He stared down into her dark blue eyes and gave her a wink.

“Let’s get some more rest, we have a surprise for you,” he told her and she gave a soft smile. He rolled off of her but continued to caress her skin.

“What is it?” she asked, keeping her arms above her head, waiting for his order to lower them. His cock hardened all over again. She was submissive, sexy, beautiful in so many ways. He trailed a finger from her lips to her nipples then her belly and cunt.

“You’ll see, but only if you behave and listen. Now, close your eyes and rest.” He leaned over and kissed her lips then Dusty joined them. He brought her hands to his chest and kissed her as Chatham snuggled up against her back. He slid his hand along her waist and held her with Dusty. He wished for so many things now that Nalia was part of their lives. But mostly he wished for them to all be together again soon, because being apart was definitely going to test Nalia’s patience of the family rules.

* * * *

Nalia was smiling as Aspen pointed out a photograph of her men with their friends in a picture that hung on the wall in Casper’s. She loved the place. It was fun, very country and everyone was friendly, even the sheriff. It was so crazy how these men, some of them government agents, state police and other types of law men, could be friends with members of the Russian mob. However, after a few little comments here and there it seemed like they all helped one another out and nothing illegal was done for favors. These were just men who served together, knew one another from their years in the service or had a family connection, and that was all it took for them to be close.

She shouldn’t assume that her men did illegal dealings, but she wasn’t stupid. They worked the system and in doing so they didn’t follow rules, and laws. She knew enough to not ask them any questions about the business, but she had done a lot of research when her father had her trained and talked to her about some of the things he participated in. It was scary stuff, but also a way of life. It was a family business and operation and it appeared in more recent years they were going legit in so many ways. So she wondered how men like Scarlapetti could get away with their actions and how come some higher ups or leaders of all this stuff could do nothing? Men were being killed. She was abducted and going to be forced to have a man’s baby.

She knew that certain ranks were involved and that it was a big deal to kill a boss. The more she thought about what Scarlapetti was capable of, the more she knew this world would be a better place without him.

“So, some more shopping after lunch?” Aspen asked.

“Sure,” Nalia said and then she and Aspen walked over to one of the tables to talk. The men all seemed to be involved with some serious conversation and Nalia knew she wasn’t supposed to listen in.

She was trying not to stare when she felt Aspen’s hand cover hers.

“It gets easier. They’re just protecting you,” she told Nalia.

Nalia looked at her. Aspen was beautiful, young, and even pregnant. She was involved with multiple men, too, who were involved with things similar to Nalia’s men.

“How do you do it? How do you come to this town whenever you feel like and feel safe and live a normal life? I mean when all the other things are going on.”

“You mean the dangers? Hell, Nalia, I went through some crazy stuff to get here. I worked with some of those businessmen first hand that are now trying to take over the family’s territory. It becomes a way of life and an understanding. My men are changing their ways in order to keep me and our growing family safe,” Aspen said and covered her belly with her hand.

“They’re going more legit and letting other men, single, experienced men handle the dangerous stuff while we expand our family. Your men will begin to do it, too. In fact, they already have.”

“Have they? It doesn’t seem like it.”

“Well, haven’t they told you about the clubs and restaurants they solely own?” Aspen asked.

“No. They don’t tell me anything because they don’t want me involved. This is all so new and Cosivan is very controlling and bossy. I think it’s going to take a long time to figure the five of them out and what they expect from me and don’t expect from me.”

Aspen gave a soft smile. “You’re young, and new to this type of relationship. It takes trust but patience, too. It will all come together. Don’t be angry if they want to keep you separate from it all.”

“Well, that’s the thing. I don’t want to be. I’m not weak or soft or incapable of handling the dangers or the business of what’s going on. I don’t like feeling shut out. I was made to feel unimportant, or like a separate responsibility all my life. My father had to pretend he was dead because I was born and no one could know I existed. The man my mother fell for she married out of convenience and stability and he wound up using her and killing her because of me, the child that should have never been born. If my father hadn’t saved me from getting into trouble and began training me the way he did, then I wouldn’t be here. It’s in my blood. All of it comes so easy.”