“Why, when you’re enjoying it and so are we,” Ricky stated, instantly reminding her that they had an audience. Ricky moved in on her left and Brody on her right.
Murphy’s hands were pushing up her camisole and he was caressing her ribs and belly.
She grabbed onto his head to stop him and wound up thrusting her hips up against him. He used the space to cup her ass and squeeze as he slowly released a swollen breast with a “plop.”
“Delicious.” He moved up to kiss her again.
“Please Murphy. We need to slow down. I told you, this can’t happen,” she scolded him as she held his rough skin between her hands. He had a slight shadow of a beard growing and he looked so feral and hungry as he stared at her. His face was red. His eyes sparkled as he held her gaze and cupped her bare breast. He used two fingers to tweak the nipple, and she felt her pussy weep in reaction.
“Please, Murphy. It’s too much. I’m freaking out.”
She felt the second set of fingers against her hairline caressing her hair from her cheeks. She glanced to the side and locked gazes with Brody.
“You’re so lovely, Amelia.”
She saw the sincerity in Brody’s eyes, despite the way he appeared so cold and unemotional. He stared at her lips and she pulled the lower one between her bottom teeth.
He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and then her lips.
She lost hold of Murphy, who stepped aside only for Ricky to take his place. Brody kissed her deeply, but with passion and meaning. She felt it to her soul. But then she felt Ricky’s hand cup her breast. She jerked until she felt Ricky’s tongue against the tip, licking back and forth across her hardened, aroused nipple.
Amelia was in emotion overload. It was moving too fast. She needed to stop them. Brody must have sensed her concern as he released her lips then caressed her hair again.
“Nice,” he whispered just as Ricky released her breast.
Ricky pulled her bra and camisole back into place then leaned forward and gave a soft kiss to her lips.
“Thank you.” He helped her sit up.
“What the fuck’s going on in here?”
They all turned to see Waylon standing in the doorway.
The sight of his intense stare and still-like-new bruises reminded her of her rules.
She shoved from Ricky’s hold and got down off the counter.
* * * *
Murphy grabbed her hand to stop her from pushing them away.
“Whose flag was that? Who is the guy in the picture?” he asked and she gasped then hugged herself, shaking her head.
“No. You don’t need to know. Please just leave.”
“Leave, after that?” Brody sounded ticked off, too.
“What’s going on? What guy?” Waylon asked.
“A guy in the picture. The reason why she said she doesn’t date military men or men that fight,” Ricky replied.
“Really? So you are a player and a flirt. You think you’re too good for a soldier? Not classy enough for ya?” Waylon asked.
“You need to go. Just get your stuff and leave,” she whispered.
Murphy stared at her, and when he tried to step closer, she stepped farther away.
“I don’t want you here. What happened here will never happen again.”