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

She closed her eyes and absorbed the feel of both men touching her. Will was caressing her back as he lay soft kisses against her ear and Paul was rubbing her left arm. He was caressing it up and down, letting his hand glide against the swell of her breast. She wanted to feel something. Or perhaps she didn’t want to feel at all. She was so angry about what happened today with the Haas brothers. Yet, she missed their presence when they left. She pushed them away. She insisted that they go and that they not pursue her. But, standing here now, feeling the burn of the alcohol move through her body, combined with Paul and Will touching her, basically telling her they wanted to have sex, did absolutely nothing for her.

They didn’t come close to Murphy’s, Ricky’s, or Brody’s touch. They didn’t get under her skin and make her panties wet like the commanding tone Wa

ylon had. As much as she wanted to fight her attraction, she wasn’t certain she could.

“Want to leave now, or do you want to stay for Velma’s party a little longer?” Will asked.

She should just go with them. The Haas brothers were all wrong for her. They would gain control over her. In fact they already did control her, affect her, and get to her. She wanted them. She fantasized about having them and belonging to them, but she knew she would only get hurt in the end. She wasn’t a slut either, and she wouldn’t sleep with Will and Paul, two men she didn’t know, just to try to get four other men out of her head. She chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Paul asked.

She swallowed hard then looked up into his eyes. Taking a step back, causing them to release her, she smiled.

“I’m sorry. I’m not that type of woman. I don’t know either of you.” Paul looked upset and so did Will, but then they glanced at one another then back at her. Will took her hand and brought it up to his lips. He kissed the top.

“Then get to know us. Sorry we were so forward. Let’s enjoy the party and then we can work on setting up some dates.” He smiled.

“It will be torture, but we’ll do it, for you,” Paul added and winked. She smiled.

* * * *

“What the hell is going on out there?” Waylon asked Murphy.

“Sounds like a bunch of teenage girls screaming and having a party,” Murphy stated.

The noises of truck doors slamming, girls squealing, and water splashing down by the lake awoke all of them. Their house was the closest to the lake and a good distance from the main house and Amelia’s cottage.

That thought instantly upset Waylon. He didn’t get Amelia at all. He wanted to know her secrets. He wanted to know why she pushed his brothers away like she did and who the hell the soldier was who died.

“I’m going to go check it out,” Murphy said and Waylon decided to join him.

As they exited the house, they saw Ricky and Brody. They were shaking their heads.

“What’s going on?” Murphy asked.

“Oh, they’re all pretty drunk,” Ricky stated, laughing.

Waylon watched as some people went skinny-dipping and others stripped down to their panties and bras. He searched for Amelia and found her immediately. He and his brothers moved closer. The moonlight illuminated the water and the short beach around it. Clothes were spread about, and there were more girls than guys.

Amelia had her arms crossed and was standing there wearing a sexy red dress, that accentuated her every curve. The high heels showed off her defined calves and thighs. She looked sexy.

“Come on, Amelia! Just pull it off and jump in. We’re all naked,” Regan yelled and everyone cheered. A few guys, including Galen, were in the water, too. It pissed him off that they stopped to see Amelia undress.

“Those fuckers are watching her,” Murphy stated.

“The hell they’re not.” Waylon began to walk toward Amelia to stop her. She moved her hands to the hem of her dress and slowly began to wiggle free. Inch by inch she pulled the tight red material up over her perfectly round ass then over her head. Waylon froze in place.

She wore black thong bikini panties and a black lace strapless bra.

He couldn’t move. He was in awe of her body. Was that a tattoo on her hip?

“Hot damn, woman!” someone yelled and then the others all started. He was too late. They all saw Amelia.

She raised her arms, accentuating her breasts as they pushed forward. Her belly dipped inward, her hips more defined in the moonlight, as she adjusted her hair atop of her head.

She kicked off her high heels, and ran into the water.

Everyone screamed and cheered.