The Greatest Fight of All (The American Soldier Collection 5)

She shook her head. “Stop. Your brothers aren’t interested. I’m not interested in that type of relationship.”

“You were going to go out with Paul and Will. Don’t lie. I can spot a liar from a mile away,” Murphy stated firmly as Ricky slowly released her.

She straightened out her dress and tried to step out of the elevator but Murphy stared at her in such a way that she froze in place.

“I’m too fucking old for games. Flirting can get a woman in a heap of trouble. Trouble she may not be able to handle.”

She was instantly pissed off. Big surprise there. Mad Dog Murphy did it to her every time. The nerve of him. He made her feel like a child being reprimanded by an adult. She jumped as Ricky placed his hands on her hips from behind.

“Let’s get this move started and then we’ll start talking about you and I going on a date.”

As they walked down the hallway, she felt the anger building. This was so typical of a military man…well, men. Give orders, make demands, and expect the woman to just comply.

She pulled out her keys then looked up at Murphy and Ricky. Murphy looked about to explode and Ricky was smiling as he looked her over with hungry eyes.

Her damn fingers were shaking as she unlocked the door. Before she opened it, she looked at them.

“Neither of you have the right to give me orders. I said I’m not interested, Ricky, and, Murphy, I can flirt with whomever I damn please.” As she went to open the door, Murphy covered her hand and the doorknob as he used his other hand to grab her around the waist. He stared down into her eyes and he looked determined.

“I catch you flirting again, Amelia, and I’ll toss you over my knee, spank that sassy, sexy ass of yours, and stroke your wet pussy until you come, calling my name.”

Holy mother of God!

His words, the tone of his voice, and the feel of his hands pressing against her ass, inches from the crack, made her almost moan. Her cheeks felt red and warm and she was sexually shocked.

“Test me, sweetheart. Please, test me and I’ll do it.”

She felt Murphy’s hand tap her ass then move off of her as he stepped back.

The loss of his touch hit her harder than she wanted to admit. The man was such a hard-ass, disciplinary, sex god. It wasn’t fair. There were two of them against her. She was so screwed.

Amelia took a deep breath and opened the door. Her wet panties reminded her of Ricky’s and Murphy’s effect on her with every step she took.

“Hey, you’re finally here. We were waiting for you,” Regan said in greeting.

Amelia felt embarrassed and hoped that Regan couldn’t tell that she was sexually aroused right now.

Murphy and Ricky looked at Galen who stood by the counter in the kitchen.

“What is he doing here?” Ricky asked.

Amelia took the opportunity to make an excuse to leave. She needed to breathe. She needed to recover from that assault of sorts in the elevator and outside the door. How the hell was she going to keep her hands to herself and halt any attempt by Ricky and Murphy to make another move on her?

“I’m going to go change and then throw some last items into the boxes. I’ll be back.” She hurried from the room. After a glance at Murphy, she imagined him touching her the way he threatened to. And it was a threat. He didn’t want her going out with Paul and Will. He was trying to stake a claim, but she had fallen for that once before. The heartache and loss wasn’t worth the excitement and pleasure. She needed to set some rules and deny this attraction. A man, or in this case, men, who demanded possession and dominance meant trouble.

A hit from men as big as Ricky or Murphy would hurt. She should know. Mano was only an inch or so shorter and fought for a living. The thought brought tears to her eyes and made her heed caution.

Remember Mano and Escala. Remember, these type of men can not be trusted.

Chapter 6

Murphy didn’t know what had come over him. Amelia got under his skin like no one else ever could. She was a secret weapon the government could use to infiltrate any male out there. Even the toughest and he thought of himself as pretty damn tough. Not ever had any woman made him so emotional. One minute he was filled with rage and the next filled with hunger. He wanted to kiss her like Ricky had. He wanted to pull her into his arms, devour any feelings of denial she may have, and explore every inch of her. The woman had a sexy, curvy body. She was not skin and bones, but softness and muscle. He didn’t look at her and think he could break her, yet every part of him wanted to cherish her, caress her, make love to her. But the attraction, the desire to have Amelia was so strong. It was shockingly instant. And even now, as she unpacked what little belongings she had and bent over to lift things up, he couldn’t stop his mind from imagining bending her over that couch and fucking her from behind.

The swell of her breasts accentuated by the snug-fitting camisole she wore made him stare in admiration. As he stared at the skirt she wore and imagined lifting it up and falling between her legs to take a taste of her sweet cunt, he was disappointed to see they were lined with shorts, or a skort. He thought women called them that. But he saw it as another barrier, another block from him getting what he hungered for.

He watched Ricky now, helping Amelia carry a box to her bedroom. He followed.