Their Masquerade (The American Soldier Collection 6)

“Very okay.”

“The night is young. There was someone I wanted you to meet.”

“I’ve met everyone I’m interested in meeting.”

Mariah glanced back at them and Axel hid his smile. He wasn’t certain that he liked that other woman, or that she wanted to introduce Mariah to some other man.

“He is interested in you. You’ve met him before.” The woman then glanced at Axel and the others before she looked back at Mariah.

“If you are certain?”

“I’m certain. Thank you.”

“Well, there’s always tomorrow. I’ll meet you for lunch where we discussed.”

Mariah nodded her head, and the woman glanced at them before she walked away.

Deacon approached, wrapped his arm around Mariah’s waist, and then stared down into her eyes. He placed his fingers under her chin, causing her to tilt her head up toward him. Their gazes were locked.

“I’m nearly desperate for your full attention. So are my friends, as you can see. Will you accept us, trust us with our plans for you this evening?”

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??Although I don’t know you, I feel that I can trust you. Yes. I’ll go with you. All of you.”

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Mariah’s heart was beating so rapidly, she thought it might explode from her chest. When Sienna had stopped her, asked her if she was certain about these men, she thought she would lose it. Then the fact that Sienna had mentioned there was some man who wanted to meet her didn’t sit right with Mariah at all. She would worry about that tomorrow. Right now she had a role to play. She was pretending to not know them, and it heightened her arousal. She faced the four of them now. Her sexy masked men, who had always been the ones she wanted to give her virginity to.

They were in a large bedroom. A thick, intricately designed cherrywood, four-post bed stood feet in front of her. She could hear some movement behind her and then the feel of fingers caressing her arm. She closed her eyes and imagined who it was in her head.

Axel.

She could picture his face. Dark brown eyes, black crew cut hair, chiseled features, and a look of longing, sadness, and uncertainty.

“You’re like the perfect little package. All tied up into one gorgeous dress. I’m going to enjoy unwrapping you, baby,” he whispered then stole a slow and soft kiss. She moved toward his lips. She wanted more. She needed to feel more of Axel, but he had other plans and so did the others.

She felt the knuckles against her lower back. They grazed, gently against her exposed skin. It was one of the sexiest parts of the gown. The low dipping back.

“This is quite the sexy little dress. To expose such luscious creamy skin and tease the eye, makes me want to see more.” His words, his tone, and warm breath against her neck sent shivers down her spine. Then she felt the zipper lowering.

She was so glad that she’d decided to wear the black skimpy lace set. Lace thong bikinis, black lace garters, and a sheer black lace bra made her feel so very sexy and exotic.

She opened her eyes and was shocked to see Quentin, Deacon, and L.T. shirtless. Her breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes locked on each of their incredibly perfect bodies. Quentin had a tattoo on his chest and along his taut, hard abs. Deacon had an intricate design that wrapped around the muscle of his upper arm.

The dress fell from her body, and Axel took her hand. She glanced at the others. They seemed thrilled with what they saw, or at least she hoped so. The masks hid their facial expressions. But their eyes appeared darker, hungrier, and she shyly turned toward Axel.

“That is one sexy lace set you’re wearing.”

“It’s a shame that it will be coming off so quickly,” L.T. said, as he stepped toward her. In a flash he was behind her, and his thick strong hands clasped over her hips.

Axel stood in front of her.

“Undress me. I want to feel your hands on me, baby.”

She took a deep breath and reached forward. Her fingers were shaking as she undid the first button. She felt L.T. lower down behind her and he began to massage her ass cheeks.

“I can’t wait to fuck this ass.”