Baby Love (The American Soldier Collection 14)

Corona brushed her hair from her damp cheeks. “You’re so petite.” He cradled her in his arms. She pulled her tank top down over her breasts and had her thigh lifted to hide her naked pussy, but the move gave Atlanta and Freeman a better view of her ass. Corona caressed along her hip then over her ass, squeezing it.

“You’ve got one hell of a body, Nina. I want to explore it, too.” He lowered his mouth to hers to kiss her.

Atlanta watched her delicate fingers tangle in Corona’s wavy hair as he explored her mouth. The sight didn’t make him jealous or angry. It aroused him deeper, made him want to share Nina with his team and make her their woman for however long they had her.

* * * *

Corona lifted Nina up and placed her down onto the table. She gasped and tried closing her legs, but he kissed her inner thighs and caressed her skin.

“Don’t be scared. We’ll go as slow as you need. I just want a taste of you like Atlanta got to have,” he said to her.

Her eyes darted to Atlanta and Freeman, who took positions on either side of her and ran their hands from her ankles to her thighs, spreading her wider. She lowered down and moaned softly.

“So fucking beautiful,” Freeman said, and Corona licked his lips.

Her well-trimmed pussy was glistening with cream as he ran his palms along her thighs to her mound. When he brushed his thumbs along her pussy lips, she shivered and grabbed onto his head, but then Atlanta and Freeman took her hands and placed them above her head.

“Oh, God. Holy God, what are you doing to me?” she asked, and they chuckled.

“Exploring,” Corona said, then lowered down to press a finger to her cunt as he licked her pussy lips back and forth.

She shook and shivered, crying out in pleasure, and it fed his ego. She was so damn responsive it was wild. His cock hardened beneath his jeans, and he longed to stick his cock into her tight little cunt and feel the connection sex brings. For some strange reason, though, he had an aching feeling in his gut that this was more than sex, more than a lustful attraction. It made him pause a moment and wonder if it was right and fair to take from her body when he knew he and his team were in no position to take this beyond sex.

“Corona,” she cried out. He refocused and shook the serious thoughts from his mind and just enjoyed Nina’s body as she allowed them to explore her.

The more he stroked her cunt and licked her pussy, the more she moaned and wiggled and came.

He pulled his fingers from her cunt and suckled her cream. That was when they heard the yelling from upstairs.

* * * *

Nina couldn’t believe what these three men were doing to her. She’d never experienced anything like this before. She wanted to tell them to slow down, that she’d never done anything like this before, that she was a virgin and never had sex, but one look at Corona and she chickened out. If she told them she was inexperienced, a virgin, they might laugh at her or think she wasn’t capable of handling them. Maybe she wasn’t, but damn it, she had never allowed a man this close, never mind three men. She loved the way they made her feel. She wanted more of it, and she didn’t care about the fact that she’d never had sex before. She was twenty-three years old, and she was tired of holding back, of fearing life, of never letting go. She wanted to let go with them. They were older, experienced, sexy, and obviously knew what to do to make a woman throw her inhibitions to the wind and just give in to their demands. The attraction was insane, and she didn’t want it to end.

She couldn’t believe how hard, commanding, and sexy Corona was. He had scars along his chest, muscles upon muscles, a light beard, and such a mature way about him. She wanted to impress him, drive him wild, and make him come undone. Where the hell these feelings and thoughts, along with the capability to pretend being a sophisticated, experienced woman, came from, she didn’t know. What a façade it was, to pretend such things, but it would be worse to tell them the truth and risk them turning her down and pushing her away. She was ready to take this chance. She wanted this. She wanted more when she cried out another release as Corona did things to her pussy that awed her. It wasn’t until they heard the yelling from upstairs that all copulation stopped and Corona lifted her up off the table and placed her onto her feet. Atlanta and Freeman headed out of the room.

“Here, put these on. We need to check on Jessup.”

Nina headed upstairs, following Corona and the others. She saw Atlanta by the door to Jessup’s room and could hear Jessup yelling.

“Go to your room, Nina,” Atlanta ordered, and she was shocked at his tone and the command. After what they’d all shared downstairs, was she still an outsider, someone they couldn’t trust? Maybe she could help? She had helped with Zinc when he was fighting demons.

“Now, Nina. This isn’t your business,” he scolded, and her heart ached. She felt the tears reach her eyes, and she ran to her room, closed the door, locked it, and then sat on the bed. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. She had love marks on her neck and her chest, and her pussy felt swollen and needy, still. She wanted to feel more of their kisses, their touches, and the ways they played her body and made her feel good. It made her feel alive and normal instead of broken and not good enough. So simply, with a dismissal and a nasty command, Atlanta had taken all those feelings away and made her feel hollow inside once again.

She was angry and disappointed. It had gone wrong so fast. What was she thinking? Things weren’t going to be the same now. The attraction was there, the need and desire so strong it would be hard to ignore. She stood up and headed toward the shower. Maybe that would help, because, right now, she was confused. Yet, despite the realization that nothing more could ever come from this than a sexual fling, she was still willing to give them her virginity and move on with life when the time was right. It was easier that way, anyhow. She knew she could never count on anyone but herself. Nothing would change, and accepting that was fine with her. It was also what she was used to.

Nina awoke early to odd sounds coming from down the hallway. She’d gotten up, brushed her teeth and combed her hair, and then heard the banging. When she didn’t hear the footsteps from the men in the house, she wondered why. Curious, she unlocked her bedroom door and looked out. No one was there. She didn’t hear any voices, except the mumbling sounds coming from Jessup’s room. Where were the others? Why weren’t they coming to help him?

She slowly walked out of her room and passed by Atlanta’s bedroom. She saw the bed was made, and he wasn’t in there. She heard the muffled sounds again.

“No, no, don’t do that. Stop, please.”

She swallowed hard. She could remember when Zinc had bad episodes and how she would calm him, bring him back to the present, and then stay in his room in a chair watching over him. Many times, it gave him peace of mind knowing she was there, even if it did mean she had to keep a loaded revolver on her lap, prepared for the enemy he thought would come.

She heard sounds, as if Jessup was in pain, and she reached for the door knob and turned it. Pressing the door open, she said his name.

“Jessup? Are you okay? It’s Nina.” She looked at the bed and the rumpled sheets, the scattered clothing on the floor, and the tipped-over dresser. She didn’t see him until it was too late, until Jessup grabbed her around the waist and pressed her hard against the wall, a knife to her throat and a look of pure crazy evil in his eyes.

She cried out, “No, Jessup, don’t. Don’t hurt me.”