“Corona. Oh, God, Corona,” she panted.
“Fuck.” He shifted, spreading her thighs wider, keeping his finger in her ass, and then she felt his cock press up into her pussy. He shoved in deep, and she cried out through the open window.
He pounded into her, and the sensations of his cock in her pussy while he thrust fingers into her ass was too much. She screamed her release, and he pulled his finger out, grabbed her hips, and thrust over and over again into her pussy from behind.
Corona grunted and came then wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned over her. He was practically crushing her, but she didn’t care. She loved it, and she loved him.
She was shocked at her thoughts, but then came the scattered kisses to her skin, against her neck and then down her shoulders and her arm. He eased out of her and then turned her around, lifted her up, and placed her onto the counter, knocking over the salad bowl.
She ran her hands through his hair as he looked over her breasts, then leaned down and suckled a nipple into his mouth. He pulled her close once he released her nipple.
“You’re amazing, baby. I’ll never forget these times with you.” He then kissed her deeply.
She felt her heart sink and fear, disappointment, flooded her soul. She was only a temporary thing. She’d known this from the start, but when had it all changed? Why had she fallen in love with them, and when had she decided she wanted more?
* * * *
They spent more time making love to Nina, talking to her about Salvation and how they’d built this house, how much they traveled.
“It gets tiresome, and sometimes we’re desperate for a break. Like right now, coming here to Salvation for a little R&R,” Atlanta told her.
Corona cleared his throat and listened to the men describe the difficulty they had leaving the house as they got older. Nina complimented the design of the house and the privacy of the land.
“Maybe we could try to go back into town again, together? That is, if Atlanta allows me to.” She stared at Atlanta with her arms crossed in front of her chest. She was leaning against the railing outside on the porch as the sun was setting. Corona saw Atlanta give her the evil eye.
“You better not be sassing me, girl. If I take you to town now and you flirt, men could be getting seriously injured.”
Corona was shocked at his remark. It sounded so possessive, as if he was claiming Nina as more than just a lover. Truth was, they would all would kill any man that laid a hand on her right no—other than one another.
She shook her head and exhaled.
“That won’
t be necessary, Atlanta. Just like the first time we went to town and you had things wrong, I don’t flirt.”
Atlanta sat forward in his seat and then curled his finger at her. Corona watched, as did Freeman, who chuckled.
Nina raised one of her eyebrows up at Atlanta.
“Seriously?” she challenged him.
“Need another ass spanking, Nina?”
Atlanta felt his cock harden in his jeans. Corona had dished out a nice ass spanking to Nina earlier when she’d come down from the shower and he found her wearing panties and a bra, even though they’d told her not to. It led to another round of lovemaking in the living room.
He cheeks turned a nice shade of red, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly pushed off the railing. She eased her way closer, and Atlanta didn’t touch her until she was right between his legs. Corona watched his hands move up her skirt against her thighs, and then he smiled, giving her ass a slap.
“Lucky girl, ’cause if I’d found panties under this skirt, you’d be getting more than an ass spanking.” Atlanta leaned back, taking her with him. She gasped and pressed her hands on the arms of the chair, but he kissed her deeply, and she lost her balance. She fell against his chest, and he caressed her ass, lifting her skirt and giving Corona and Freeman a view of that sexy, round ass of hers.
Corona felt a smile reach his lips as Nina tried pushing her skirt down. He could get used to this. Used to sharing Nina and living out here in Salvation. He was getting older, but the rest of the team had several more years in them to serve. He wouldn’t let them go out there without him. He’d been over it several times in his head. None of them felt comfortable with any other soldiers or teams but their crew. They knew one another so well. As good as this was with Nina, it was temporary.
* * * *
Each day rolled into the next, the sounds of moaning and making love in every room, and even outside, becoming a normal occurrence. Nina smiled at the thought. They challenged her, said things that indicated they were possessive and didn’t want to share her with anyone, but then they made comments about leaving and about their commitments to the service. Corona complained about being older than the other men and about being set in his ways, but really, they were all set in their ways, and they needed to feel in charge at all times.
Just like Atlanta had, on the porch just now. He’d been jealous of those men in town flirting with her. Perhaps because they were younger, closer to her age, and these men seemed a bit affected by the age difference between her and them. She didn’t care. She focused on how they made her feel.
They couldn’t seem to get enough of making love to her. Every little touch or little tease of words turned into a bout of lovemaking.