Her Lucky Number Thirteen (The American Soldier Collection 13)

“Oh God, please. Please,” she moaned louder.

“Holy fuck, she loves being restrained. You look incredible, Nalia. So fucking perfect,” Dusty chimed in.

“She sure does,” Boian added and Chatham swore under his breath. Cosivan and Viktor continued their slow, deep thrusts and then she started pressing back and down then up and forward.

“Oh hell,” Cosivan said and then he and Viktor increased their thrusts and Nalia couldn’t move. She felt her body explode again and again and then finally Viktor and Cosivan came inside of her at the same time. They were panting for breath and she held on to Cosivan as Viktor slid from her ass. Cosivan rolled her to her back, pulling out of her pussy, and Chatham was there with a washcloth and towel to clean her up as both men scattered kisses along her skin.

“Damn, being away from you was pure hell,” Viktor whispered and kissed her thigh.

“Worse than hell,” Cosivan added and then kissed along her waist and then her belly. He used his fingers to stroke over her skin after Chatham cleaned her up. His lips touched her tattoo and then went along to where the stitches had been. “Nice and perfect. I barely see the marks,” he told her.

She ran her fingers through Cosivan’s hair. “Because my sexy, capable soldier knew what he was doing.”

He lifted up and held her hips as he looked at her.

“I know how to do a lot of things, malyshka.” He tickled her sides and she giggled until he stopped and stood up. Viktor took his place and pulled her against his side.

She immediately looked at the bandage and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. She softly touched the outer part of the bandage on his upper arm.

“Nalia, let me hold you. I missed not being in bed with you.” He pulled her close and she snuggled against him, absorbed his cologne as she kissed his skin and then Cosivan slid in behind her. He ran his palm along her ass and then her hip, before he kissed her shoulder.

“Ahh, now this is more like it,” Cosivan said and the others chuckled.

“We’ll see you guys in the morning,” Boian told them and then each of them came over and kissed Nalia. First Boian, then Chatham, and finally Dusty. Her five American soldiers were safe and back together again. Everything felt perfect.

* * * *

“How is he really?” Chatham asked Cosivan.

Cosivan took a sip from his mug of coffee. “He needed thirty-five stitches, but you know Viktor,” he replied. Chatham whistled low.

“My God, if that guy got him in the fucking chest,” Dusty said.

“He didn’t, so there’s no need to think about that. He is fine and we took care of those assholes. What we need to do now is hope we get the phone call from Nicolai staying that Lapella and Scarlapetti are no longer a problem. Then we can make some concrete plans with Nalia,” Cosivan said to them.

“She really likes it here in Salvation. She has plans with Aspen tomorrow and we already spoke with Corona and the guys about getting together with Nina so she can meet Nalia,” Boian told him.

“That’s great. I guess we can decide what we want to do and make some plans. Once this situation is resolved we might be able to work out having a place here as like a vacation home or weekend getaway or something,” Chatham suggested.

“It’s something to consider. Let’s see what happens,” Dusty added and Cosivan heard his cell phone ring. He glanced down and saw it was Nicolai.

“Fingers crossed, brothers,” he said and then answered it.

* * * *

“Seriously?” Nalia asked and covered her mouth with her hand.

“Nalia, calm down.”

She lifted her hand palm forward at Viktor and turned away from him.

He licked his lower lip and placed his hands on his hips.

“Just get into the shower,” he told her and she shook her head. The water was running, they were going to shower then have breakfast with the others downstairs. He wrapped his arms around her midsection and pressed against her back. “I’m fine. It wasn’t serious and it’s not a big deal.”

“Thirty-five stitches? You were stabbed, Viktor, and on top of that no one told me a damn thing.” She turned around and he snagged her close before she could walk away. Her eyes landed on the bandage, now covered by waterproof tape.

Viktor ran his hand along her ass cheek and squeezed her to him. “I didn’t want you to worry so I asked Cosivan to not tell you. Think about it. You would have been worried sick and then you couldn’t see me to see that I’m perfectly fine.”