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

Waylon pulled her back against him. She grabbed onto his thick, muscular forearm, amazed at how hard it was. “Didn’t I tell you to stay put until I came for you?” he whispered next to her ear. Murphy, Ricky, and Brody stood around them.

“Didn’t I tell you that you’re not the boss of me?”

He squeezed her a little tighter and she felt the ridge of his thick, hard cock against her lower back. It infused the fact that he was a big man and tall, too.

“Come with me outside to the barn.”

“No.”

He kissed along her neck then over her ear. “Yes. Come with me. There’s something we need to talk about.”

She sighed in annoyance.

“Regan asked me to come here right away. I think she wants me to talk to Velma, too.”

“They can wait. Velma is stubborn.”

“It must run in the family,” she said and Ricky chuckled.

Waylon kissed her neck then released his hold. Before she could move, Murphy pulled her toward him. He placed his hands on her hips and stared down into her eyes.

“What is it with you and sexy, little dresses?”

“This isn’t sexy.” She felt Ricky move in behind her. He ran his hands along her arms and let his fingers caress against the side of her breasts on either side. She tightened up, as she felt her body react to their touch. They knew just what to do to get her aroused.

“With an ass like yours, Amelia, every outfit looks sexy.” He moved a hand along her neck to grip her hair ever so lightly. She felt his possessive move and turned to reprimand him, catching his lips as they descended upon hers.

He kissed her softly but pressed his tongue between her teeth. As she absorbed the way Ricky tasted and how he held her head and hair, she realized how turned on she was. Denying this attraction was useless. But what about her past? What about Mano and the fighting?

The sound of their father Sam’s voice coming from the kitchen caused Ricky to release her lips and step away. Murphy reached out and caressed her lower lip with his thumb.

“You look really pretty, Amelia. Are you wearing a pair of those sexy little thongs of yours?” Murphy asked.

He was so commanding and bossy. She immediately thought of a drill sergeant or some other kind of really intense demanding instructor. He was at least ten years older than her. He could have his choice of any woman, any age he wanted. They all

could.

“That’s none of your business, Murphy.” He shook his head at her.

“Oh, I’m making it my business.”

Her belly felt as if it dropped to her knees.

“Murphy! Leave Amelia alone. I need her,” Regan yelled from the top of the stairs, but Murphy hadn’t budged.

He gave Amelia a tap to her waist.

“See you in a little bit,” he said, and Amelia walked toward the stairs, brushing her shoulders between Brody and Waylon as she passed by. Brody just stared at her.

She hurried toward the stairs to Regan who winked then grabbed her arm and pulled her upstairs.

“My sister is in a bit of a pickle.”

“What’s up?”

“You’ll see. So what’s with my brothers? Did you sleep with them last night?”

“Regan!”