Mending Hearts (The American Soldier Collection 11)

One lover. That’s all she’d ever had, and it was Gabe, their roommate and best friend.

She began to feel panicky and tried pulling from their gentle holds.

“Easy, Alana. We just want to hold you, touch you. You’re too beautiful to resist,” Geno told her.

“I can’t do this. I don’t know how to react to this,” she said as Gator pulled the truck down her street and along the empty dirt roadway that led to Ron’s farm and house and then a minute longer before her cottage.

“You should get used to us touching you. It’s going to be happening a lot,” Geno said, and she gulped.

“About that,” she said as Gator parked the truck and turned off that stimulating engine.

Geno raised one eyebrow as she tried to build up the courage to admit she was freaking out and nervous about this. But her silence made him smirk as he opened the door then held a hand out for her to take.

Gator was already out of the truck and coming to the other side. She slid to the edge and gripped the handle at the top of the door, but then Geno placed his hands on her hips and lifted her, making her grab onto his shoulders as he eased her down to her feet. Her breasts rubbed up against his solid chest as she absorbed his cologne and all his manliness at once.

“Baby, you keeping looking at me like that and I’m going to forget all about going slow here.”

He reached for her hand and pulled her close as he used his other hand to close the door. The hard sound of metal hitting metal made her jump, and he held her against him, his hand over the upper part of her ass and lower back.

God, he’s so big. Even his hands are huge.

Gator’s voice interrupted this intense moment, and she was half grateful, even though she thought Geno might kiss her. Instead, she turned, and he guided her by her hips toward the front door.

She fumbled with her key in her purse as Gator walked around to the side of the house and probably the woods to check things out. But that didn’t make her nervous at all. She couldn’t care less about any strange man in the woods, any Peeping Tom, or anything other than the enormous amount of emotions, desires, and sensations filling her body at this moment. Even as she walked, she felt as though her feet were not touching the floor.

“Alana.” Geno said her name, and when she turned to look at him, he had his hands by his sides and appeared too big and tall to fit in her teeny tiny cottage.

She held his gaze.

“Come here,” he said, and her heart instantly began to race and pound against her chest.

She stood still, and he raised one of his eyebrows up to her at her lack of response.

Gator opened the front door and walked inside of the house and closed the door behind him.

“It’s all clear out there,” he said.

“Come. Here. Now,” Geno said slowly, with a hint of authority that made her breasts tingle and her pussy ache.

Gator stood still, but her focus was on Geno’s deep brown eyes and the seriousness of his command. Everything about these men was military, their intensity, masculinity, and power. It all turned her on entirely too much.

She slowly approached, taking each step with shaky legs and holding this sex god’s intense gaze.

He reached out and snagged her around the waist, drawing her tight and hard up against his chest. Geno ran the palm of his hand along her shoulder and under her hair, and then he tilted her head back.

“As I said in the truck, you’re too hard to resist.”

He leaned down and covered her mouth with his, and she allowed him to take complete control.

* * * *

Geno was caught in a battle with what his dick wanted and what the man wanted right now and in what was the right thing to do for a woman as sweet and perfect as Alana.

But he knew that he wanted her. He wanted to explore every inch of her sexy, curvy, petite body and, of course, her large, full breasts and delicious lips. He pulled her closer as his tongue delved deeper into her mouth in exploration. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her taste, the scent of her shampoo, or the feel of femininity and beauty in his arms.

He lifted her higher, cradling her ass with one hand as he kissed her deeply, and she kissed him back.

Their lips parted, and she gasped as he licked along her neck and kissed the skin in the open V of her shirt, his tongue desperate to take a taste of her cleavage and explore lower to her nipple so he could pull and tease her into bliss.