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

He released her breast and straightened to grab the soap. Lathering it in his hands as Amelia shampooed her own hair, he absorbed the feel of her toned muscles and shapely figure.

“You have an amazing body, Amelia. There’s definition everywhere.” Murphy began to soap up her body, paying special attention to her breasts. She rinsed her hair, added conditioner, then rinsed it out while he continued to thoroughly cleanse her.

“Let me get you now,” she whispered, reaching her palm between their bodies and next to his hand that held the soap.

He smiled down at her. “Okay.”

She took the soap from his hand then he leaned over her, placing his palms against the wall above her head.

She soaped him up thoroughly. She started with his neck and shoulders, then moved across his chest and thighs. His cock jerked to attention as she passed it to soap up his thighs. Was she teasing him on purpose? Didn’t the little minx know what she was doing to him?

She maneuvered behind him to soap up his back, his ass, and thighs.

“You have a great body, too, Murphy. Nice ass.” She squeezed it.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back in front of him.

He pressed his palm against her belly then lower to her cunt. Without hesitation, as he held her gaze, he pressed a digit up into her. Instead of gripping his wrist to stop him, she surprised him by leaning back against the tile wall, palms back, breasts pushed forward as she thrust her pussy against his fingers.

“Amelia?” he asked, surprised at how serious and unsteady his voice sounded.

“Yes?” she replied, holding his gaze.

“I can’t hold off. You’re driving me insane, baby.”

“Then don’t, Murphy. Fuck me,” she said, shocking him.

He pulled his fingers from her, lifted her up, and pressed his cock up into her pussy in one smooth motion.

She gasped, but held on to his shoulders and thrust downward as he thrust upward.

The sight of her parted lips and the sound of her quick breaths caused him to lose control. He wanted to fuck her so good, so hard that she would never stray or ever leave him and his brothers. It was such a carnal thought, but raw and honest.

“More, Murphy. Harder.” She begged of him, killing his ability to take it easy.

“Fuck, Amelia, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want it hard. I want you deep. As deep as you can get. Please, Murphy,” she begged, and he felt her fingernails push into his skin and her heels dig into his sides.

He grabbed a hold of her hips, pulled back, then shoved hard and deep into her. Over and over again, he pounded his cock into her pussy as she cheered him on, begged him to go harder, faster. He lost complete control as he grunted and thrust. He grabbed every bit of her he could. He reached around her back and as he thrust his cock into her pussy, he pressed a finger into her ass.

“Oh!” she screamed loudly and he lost it.

“Damn, woman!” He pressed her hard against the tiled wall. They were both panting for breath and she was pulling him tighter, closer against his chest. Was she feeling the deep connection, just like he was? “Feel that baby?”

“Yes.”

“It’s real. This is real.”

“I hope so. Oh God, Murphy, I hope so.” She hugged his neck and he wondered why she sounded so unsure and so scared. He and his brothers would need to prove it to her. He couldn’t help the bit of uncertainty and his own fear lingering in the back of his mind.

This had to work out. He would never be the same man again.

Chapter 11

Waylon was talking on the phone with his agent, Frankie, as he stared at the computer screen. He was looking at the latest round of opponents. One in particular was moving into position. Some young guy from Chicago. But Waylon still had to fight O’Connor.

“I know. So give me a few weeks. I can make that. I’ll start doing my heavy training now. I’ve been doing the light stuff the last few weeks.”