Their Masquerade (The American Soldier Collection 6)

The sound of her voice, the relief in it, brought a surge

of emotions to his brain.

“I love you so much, baby. I was never so scared in my life,” he told her as he wrapped his arm around her midsection, cupping one breast in the process.

“I love you, too, and I was pretty scared.”

He used his other hand to push her hair aside. She wore it up high on her head, and her neck was fully exposed. Deacon licked along her skin, nibbling and applying firmer pressure the more relaxed her body became in his arms.

“Deacon?”

“Hmm?”

“I need you,” she whispered. He used the arm that was around her waist to press down over her taut belly. She opened her thighs in offering to his touch, and he moved his fingers into place. Her pussy was moist as he thrust two fingers up into her. She grabbed his thighs and lifted up and back, trying to get him deeper.

“Oh, God, that feels good.”

“It does?”

“Yes, Deacon. I need more,” she said, and then turned in his arms, making his fingers leave her body. She cringed as she straddled his waist, making the water splash up and against his chest.

Without hesitation she took his cock into her delicate hands and aligned it with her cunt. Mariah sank down onto his shaft, eyes closed, breasts forward, and sighed.

He cupped her breasts, as she began to thrust up and down on him.

“So beautiful. You’re gorgeous, Mariah. I’m in heaven,” he whispered and then licked her breast as she thrust downward. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she continued to ride him while he sucked along her neck and ran his hands over her curves.

She was moving quickly and he was so overwhelmed with desire, he felt himself letting go. He pressed his finger over her puckered hole and she screamed his name as she came. Two more thrusts from Deacon and he followed suit, kissing and sucking her neck, squeezing her shapely body tightly.

They locked gazes.

“Deacon, why did you wait to be wearing a mask to make a move on me?”

He took a deep breath and released it as he held her on top of him.

“It was the first real opportunity I had.”

“No, it wasn’t. That night at my uncle’s house, I told you that I really liked you. You shot me down. Made me feel like I wasn’t good enough for you.”

His throat tightened up. He felt terrible.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’ve never really cared for a woman the way I’ve cared for you. The timing still wasn’t right, and we were trying to identify DeLacruz.”

“I realize that. I thought that maybe, at the masquerade, you had gone to search for a woman to share, and that when you discovered I was there, and could possibly allow a stranger to have me, you took a chance.”

“We did take a chance. We were pissed that you would be at such an event,” L.T. said as he entered the bathroom. Axel and Quentin followed him. They all wore only boxers.

She looked at them. “So you were jealous that another man might have me? Is that the only reason you approached?”

“The moment you stepped into the room, Mariah, we noticed you. Amongst all those people, all those costumes, you stood out to us,” Deacon said.

“When the men danced with you, it pissed us off, and then when we saw that guy bring you over to a group of men who were into some sick fantasy games, I had to do something,” L.T. said.

“But the moment we knew that it was you, we took the opportunity to touch you, get close to you like we always wanted to. There was no fear, just hunger,” Axel said.

“So, the masks helped give you the confidence you needed to finally go after what you wanted?” she asked.

“Just as it gave you the confidence to fulfill your own fantasy,” Quentin stated.