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

She held his shoulders and felt the muscles beneath her palms. The tears welled up in her eyes as she lowered her eyes to his chest. The first two buttons were undone. She could see his tan skin and imagined pressing her fingers inside the material and feeling his heart beat. Would it be racing, just like hers was right now?

“Amelia? Amelia, look at me.” She shook her head. She feared that the tears may fall. She feared being weak after fighting to be strong for so long.

Brody lowered her feet to the ground and pressed her against the wall using his hips to hold her in place before cupping her face between his hands.

She looked into his eyes and her heart raced.

“You’re shaking. Do I really scare you?” he whispered.

She

shook her head. She feared taking a chance on him and his brothers. She feared the past, especially after Mano’s voice message today.

“I’m so sorry, Brody. I thought. I mean, I really like you. It’s just that maybe I thought I was ready, but I’m not. I’m scared, Brody.”

He brushed his thumb along her lower lip.

“Afraid of what?”

She swallowed hard. “Of feeling…anything.”

His expression grew dark and almost angry.

“Who hurt you? Tell me.” She was shocked by his evaluation. She shouldn’t deny it. She couldn’t lie to him.

“It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter.”

“Obviously the asshole does matter because he’s standing between all of us and what could possibly be perfect. He hurt you, and I want to know about it.”

“No, Brody.” She shook her head and pulled away. He released her and she took a few unsteady steps, but then he grabbed her hand. When he pulled her back, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and laid his head on her shoulder.

“My brothers and I would never hurt you. We know far too well about pain, Amelia. I’ve been hurting for so long, I didn’t think I had a heart.”

“Oh, Brody, this has nothing to do with you.”

He squeezed her harder and she leaned back as he placed his cheek against hers. “You’re wrong. It is about me. It’s about us and about the others. We’ve all been hurt, baby. We’ve all had our share of heartache and sadness. Some of us have had it longer, that’s all.”

She took a deep breath and released it.

“You’re not shaking so much now.” He turned his cheek so he could kiss her skin.

“It feels good in your arms. You’re so big and strong and it makes me feel safe.”

He adjusted his stance and she felt his long, hard erection slide up her lower back and ass. “That’s good, because you are safe in these arms. I could hold you like this forever.” He started kissing her more and when his lips touched hers, she turned in his arms and kissed him back.

Their exploration became more urgent. Somehow her hands managed to move under his shirt and she rubbed her palms along his taut muscles and nipples. He maneuvered his hand under her dress and down her panties.

The moment his fingers touched her cunt, Amelia moaned into Brody’s mouth. There was no stopping them. All she wanted to do was feel. So Amelia ran her hands up and down his chest as he pressed his thighs between her legs, moved her against the wall, and pressed two fingers up into her pussy.

He released her lips and began kissing her neck as he stoked her pussy.

“Oh God, Brody.” She moaned and he licked her skin and continued to tease her cunt, and draw out more of her cream with every stroke of his fingers.

She felt her body tighten up, and she gripped his arms, tilted her head back, and moaned her release.

“Beautiful.” He covered her mouth and kissed her until she came down from the effects of an incredible orgasm.

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