Mending Hearts (The American Soldier Collection 11)

He felt the tear roll down his cheek, and he quickly wiped it away but not before he locked gazes with his team, emotion in their eyes, understanding, relief, and love. They were going to be a family, one unit, one team, and all because of Alana. She completed them.

Her lips kissed along his thighs then back up to his cock. He held her shoulders as he stepped out of his clothing, now fully naked before her and, thank God, past the awkwardness of her seeing his scars.

She twirled her tongue around his shaft, taking her time to taste him, arouse him, and get his mind off of everything else but the feel of her mouth on him.

Gabe ran his fingers through her hair and breathed through the pleasure of her strokes. She sucked him thoroughly, moving her head up and down as she massaged his balls and make his dick even harder.

When she pulled her mouth from his cock and began to press him back against the bed, he knew what she intended. She was going to ride him, take away that worry he had of not being able to hold himself on top and make love to her.

He fell back onto the bed, and she climbed upon him, her breasts so beautiful and full. Lovelier, more womanly than he recalled from years ago.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. You’re the most beautiful woman, person, I’ve ever known.”

He cupped her hair and neck and drew her closer for a kiss. A kiss that grew deeper and more desperate with every stroke of his tongue.

He thrust his hips, wanting more of her, and she pulled from his mouth, gasping, taking unsteady breaths.

He cupped her breasts, leaned up, and licked along the nipple, first on the right and then to the left before pushing them together and licking the deep, cleavage of her breasts.

She was going to align her pussy with his cock, and he gripped her hips.

He held her gaze, and she looked down at him, her long brown hair covered her breasts and her eyes glistening with tears. She was feeling the depth of these emotions they shared, and he adored her.

“I want to taste you,” he admitted, and her cheeks turned a nice shade of pink. He winked at her.

She began to lift higher, and he used his hands to maneuver her ass and cunt over his face. He inhaled, and her scent of soap, honey, and her unique nectar made him feel instantly hungry.

He licked at her pussy lips, her cream dripping and ready like a meal for his pleasure and enjoyment. He twirled his tongue around her clit and tugged then suckled it. The sound of her moaning filled the room. He pressed a finger up into her channel, making her cream some more.

“Oh Gabe. Gabe,” she moaned.

“Come on my face, baby. Give me more,” he ordered, and she moaned and came. He licked and sucked her cream, and then he lifted her higher.

“I need you now. I can’t wait. I’m going to come, baby.”

“Inside me, Gabe. Please come inside of me.”

He pulled her closer and kissed her deeply. She aligned his cock with her cunt and lowered over him, taking his cock into the depths of her tight, hot pussy.

It was like heaven. Like nothing he’d ever experienced before. How could he have forgotten how perfect he felt when he was deep inside of Alana like this? Why had he suppressed such powerful memories? All because he was scared? Afraid she wouldn’t love him? He had been so stupid, but Alana had been stronger. She never gave up on him, and he would never give up on her, on any of them ever again.

A bond, a connection, a power stronger then the tests of time, larger than life itself.

“Alana.”

Jaxon, Geno, and Jeb were right. Alana had the power to destroy any of his reservations and fears. All because he loved her.

He rolled her to her back, making her gasp and drawing the attention of his brothers. He thrust into her and lifted to his knees, the ache not as strong as the desire to claim Alana as his woman again and not as strong as his need to fuck her.

He thrust his hips, pushing his cock in and out of her, and pushed her thighs wider and higher.

He was sweating and beginning to shake, and he knew he wasn’t physically going to last much longer, despite his desperate need to show her he was still a man. Her man.

“I never stopped loving you either, Alana. I’ll never hurt you again.” he promised, and she cried out his name as she came. He followed, held himself deep in her pussy, and erupted as he let go.

* * * *

Alana awoke surrounded by warmth, and the smell of cologne and soap filled her nostrils. Someone was caressing her hair and her back. Her cheek was pressed against solid muscle, and as she blinked her eyes open, she saw Gabe watching her. Dark black hair, bold brown eyes that seemed brighter than they had been since she’d seen him that day at the estate sale. Her eyes filled with tears, and she hugged him, the fact that he was real and was holding her in bed once again brought on a surge of emotions.