Mending Hearts (The American Soldier Collection 11)

“Geno. Oh God, Geno, you have to stop. We can’t—”

Gator moved in from behind her, cupped her cheeks, and then leaned down and kissed her mouth, stopping her from denying this shared attraction.

She reached up with one hand and held Gator’s hair and head as he deepened the kiss while her other hand held on to Geno’s shoulder. Geno moved her shirt to the side and cupped her breast then licked her skin, circling his tongue, working the material of the bra to the side so he could find her nipple and suckle harder.

She rocked her hips against them, and Geno felt Gator rocking against Alana as their moans filtered through their kisses.

Geno cupped her breast harder and licked across her nipple and pulled when Alana gasped and moaned.

She came. She fucking came in their arms.

His dick instantly hardened and pressed against his jeans, causing him to moan too.

Alana pulled back, her face red, her lips swollen, and her shirt and bra pushed downward, revealing part of her luscious breasts and just how well endowed she was.

“Easy, darling. It’s okay. That was bound to happen. You got us both so fucking aroused right now. I’m wondering if your pussy is going to be as sweet as your lips,” Gator said, and her eyes widened and she tried to wiggle from Geno’s arms. Both men held her in place.

“Whoa, easy, honey,” Gator said and pulled her by one of the loops in her jeans closer to him. He cupped her cheek and let his eyes roam over her breasts then smiled softly.

“You pack a hell of a punch. I think all three of us need to slow things down.”

She nodded.

“Good girl. Come on now. Let’s sit down.” Gator took her hand and led her over toward the small couch barely big enough for the three of them to sit.

Back at their ranch they had big couches, plenty of room for sitting and a nice sofa Geno could have spread Alana out on as he tasted that sweet cream he was certain was going to be addicting.

Alana fixed her shirt, crossed her legs, and clasped her hands on her lap, so prim and proper. If it weren’t for the fact that they both had made her come in their arms a few moments ago, he would think she was pretending they didn’t affect her. But as Gator placed his hand over hers and she slowly looked up into his eyes with desire and hunger, he knew she was just scared and being cautious. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, just as long as she didn’t deny them what they wanted.

Her.

* * * *

Alana could hardly even focus on the conversation they were having. Not after those kisses, their touches, and how they held her in their arms, suckled her breasts, devoured her moans, and made her come like that. She was initially embarrassed, but now as she sat here feeling the proof of their desires and actions in her panties and against her still swollen pussy, she became more intrigued. Maybe she was just giving into the lust, the attraction because she hadn’t had sex in over three years.

She couldn’t help but wonder if she had allowed Martin, her friend from Scrantonville, to have sex with her a year ago if she would feel so compelled to give in to these animalistic desires. And they were animalistic. They had to be. Because with Geno and Gator kissing her, and touching her, she wanted to do nothing more then rip their clothes off, suckle their skin, and taste their cocks as they fucked her long and hard. She felt almost desperate to come and to feel that sensation she hadn’t felt since Gabe.

This was such a screwed-up situation. They were Gabe’s brothers in arms, his military buddies, his best friends and roommates, and they wanted her. Why couldn’t Gabe want her too?

She felt the tear in her eyes and then Gator’s hand caress her cheek.

“Talk to us. We’re the only ones saying how we’re feeling and what we think will work here. Come on, Alana. This isn’t something we’re all forcing on you. The attraction is real, the feelings mutual,” Gator told her.

“I know that. I do,” she whispered with her hands clasped on her lap as she wrung them together. Her heart was beating fast, and she felt embarrassed to admit h

er desires and her lack of sexual experience in so many years.

“I don’t know if this is right, or if I’m just desperate.”

“Desperate? What do you mean?” Geno asked her.

She eased up off the couch, and both men sat there staring at her filling up her small gray sofa with their huge bodies.

“Desperate for sex, to come, to orgasm, and feel alive and whole again. God, why are you making me say this? I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, yet I feel like I would be the only one suffering here.”

“What are you saying? Do you think this is just lust?” Geno asked her.

“It has to be. Look at you guys. You’re sexy, have big muscles, and you’re Marines. I’m not stupid. You’re women’s fantasies come true, and I haven’t had sex in over three years,” she blurted out.