Mending Hearts (The American Soldier Collection 11)

Alana gasped.

“Geno.”

Jaxon could see her ass as Geno lifted her up into his arms.

“You’re not going anywhere. I’m taking you prisoner.”

She placed her hand on his chest then gave him a light slap. She tried to push the shirt down to cover her ass.

Gator whistled as he joined them.

“Put me down,” she stated.

“Hot damn, mamma, I can get used to coming down to the kitchen and seeing you flashing your ass.”

“Gator,” she reprimanded and still tried to cover up, but Geno set her down on the kitchen table and lowered her down. She pressed her hands against his chest.

“Geno.” She said his name in a tone that meant business, and Jaxon chuckled.

Geno reached under her shirt and cupped her breast.

“I know exactly what I want for breakfast.”

“Lunch,” Gator teased, taking a seat at the table and gliding his hand up along Alana’s thigh.

“Gator, stop that. Geno, let me up,” she stated, and Geno manipulated her breasts.

“First things first.” Geno pushed her shirt up to her neck and leaned down to feast on her left breast. Jaxon chuckled as Gator lifted the shirt up and leaned forward to feast on her right breast.

She grabbed their hair and heads and held on as she moaned and tried to reprimand them.

“What do we have here?” Jeb joined them.

“Oh God. Please stop, this isn’t fair. It’s two against one.”

“Four actually,” Jaxon said.

“Jaxon, order them to stop. We’re on the kitchen table. Someone might come to the door,” she carried on, truly feeling embarrassed.

Geno and Gator stopped suckling her breast, and Geno pulled her shirt back down.

“Ain’t no one ever going to see you naked but the five of us. And get yourself ready, woman. I, for one, plan on having you in a lot of places in this house, including this here kitchen table.” He pressed a finger over her mound and against her panties, making her wiggle and screech at him.

Gator laughed, and Geno lifted her up, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her deeply.

As Geno pulled from her mouth, Jaxon thought she might reprimand Geno again or maybe even give him a smack against his chest, but instead, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight.

Geno looked stunned as he locked gazes with Jaxon then Gator and Jeb. His buddy looked incredibly happy.

* * * *

Alana watched Jaxon and Geno cooking breakfast and admired their bodies over the mug of her hot cup of coffee. Gator was making the toast, and Jeb was looking at his laptop, checking out the latest news. It was apparently a morning ritual that the others shared with her. She couldn’t help but admire their sexy bodies and the way it felt to be surrounded by four men she’d made love to last night.

She looked up toward the ceiling, worried about Gabe. He hadn’t come down yet, and he should have by now. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and contemplated heading back upstairs to check on him. She put her mug down and ran the palms of her hands down her thighs and over the bit of material from Jaxon’s shirt. That was another thing. She was practically naked, and they were all fully dressed except for their feet. No one was wearing any shoes.

She sensed her body’s reaction to the men and couldn’t help but think about last night. She had let them all make love to her. Gabe had watched them all make love to her before he took her last. It was kind of overwhelming. They were big men, very dominant and controlling. She had been on her own, taking care of herself for quite some time. Would their need for control cause a problem in the future?

If she’d learned one thing last night, she was definitely a submissive who enjoyed being ordered around by these men. She wanted to please them. To give them all of her heart and her soul. She began to feel a little panicked. She’d given them her heart and soul last night. What if they left her like Gabe had?