The Greatest Fight of All (The American Soldier Collection 5)

Her mind traveled in all sorts of directions, and as the other people around them went about a conversation she couldn’t follow if she tried, Murphy moved closer. As he leaned into her, she felt the palm of his hand glide up her thigh and to the seat bottom where her thigh and ass connected with the wood.

“I want to be alone with you. So do my brothers.”

She looked at him. The tone of his deep voice penetrated through her skin. As she took a slow breath, it hitched in her throat and her voice cracked as she answered him.

“Murphy, I’m not sure about this.”

She felt his hand squeeze her upper thigh under her dress, and she pressed her hand down, feeling completely exposed from his move. A quick look around her and she noticed the crowd disperse into separate little group conversations as Ricky and Waylon pulled over two more stools. The scraping of the chair legs announced to all that chairs were moving hard, across the wooden planked floors.

She looked up to see Regan squint. Then a huge smiled crossed her face. Ricky’s and Waylon’s knees tapped against hers as

they sat down on the stools they moved.

She swallowed hard. These men were so large. Not just in size, but in personality and persona. When one entered a room, all noticed. Now, as four moved to surround little ole her, the atmosphere changed instantly.

Murphy squeezed her thigh again in an attempt to make her focus on him. Waylon and Murphy spoke as Ricky leaned forward and squeezed her knee.

“We’re going to sit here for a few more minutes and that’s all. Then we’re going to say good night, we’re going to walk you to your cottage, and you’re going to ask us inside,” Murphy whispered.

She was about to respond when Brody squeezed her hip to get her attention. She turned toward him.

“Then you can decide what happens next. But be warned, watching you all day talking, laughing, enjoying spending time with our family and friends has been torture for me and for my brothers. We want you to ourselves.” He leaned in, her head absorbed his words, and then he kissed her softly on the lips. As Murphy squeezed and caressed her, she nearly shot off the chair. Her pussy wept in excitement and arousal. Two men were touching her at once and she liked it. She wanted more of it. Immediately she pulled from Brody. She looked at Ricky, a smile on his face. The hunger in his eyes held her gaze. Then Waylon sat back. His big muscular arms were crossed in front of his chest and his expression was firm, like stone.

The chairs scraped against the wood again, as Ricky and Brody stood up. The moment Brody moved his hand off of her waist she felt the loss of his touch.

Murphy smoothed his hand slowly from her thigh and stood up next.

Brody offered his hand.

“Wait,” she said, sliding off the stool. She looked around in a panic, but no one was watching them. The others were laughing and enjoying the music. It was dark outside now as Waylon and Ricky walked off the porch and into the darkness.

Murphy gave her a very stern look. “Don’t keep us waiting.” Those words ran havoc on her insides.

“I have to grab my purse and say good night.”

“Make it fast,” Brody said then turned her around and wrapped an arm around her waist. She gasped at his quick move and felt the twinge of excitement arouse her body in all the right places.

He kissed her neck, her shoulder then cheek. “Don’t be scared. We’ll go as slow as you need, but to be completely honest, Amelia, as I feel you in my arms, going slow is the last thing I want to do with you.”

Before she could speak, he was escorting her around the porch to say good-bye and then into the kitchen, where his dads and mom were talking. They each gave her a hug and said good night.

Brody grabbed her purse for her as his mom made certain that Amelia wasn’t driving back to the cottage alone.

Brody ensured her that he would escort her home because she had work tomorrow morning.

She wondered if his parents knew him and his brothers’ intentions? They didn’t seem to indicate a disapproval of their obvious attraction, so that made Amelia feel less self-conscious. It was odd to have that sensation. The Haases weren’t her parents, yet here she was acting like they might be disappointed in her behavior. When had she become desperate for parents or a family of her own? Had spending a mere three weeks in Houston made her envious of Regan’s life and family? Had it really been only three weeks since arriving here and working? It seemed so much longer, yet here she was, ready to expose her heart to four men in a type of relationship she really didn’t understand.

She exited the house with Brody holding her hand.

“Do you have your keys?” he asked.

She nodded and reached into her purse to grab them. As she took them out, he turned her around, taking the keys from her hand before pulling her close. He leaned down and kissed her deeply.

Brody, known as Ice, was anything but cold in the way he kissed her. She was instantly lost in his kiss and even in the possessive way he moved his hands over her body, up under her hair, gripping the locks and directing her head as he devoured her moans. When he finally had his fill, he turned her around, opened the passenger door, and helped her into the seat.

She was in shock. She felt so damn horny despite her fear of knowing that three other big, sexy men waited for them at her cottage. Men that wanted to touch her, kiss her, and perhaps have sex with her.

She felt that nervous, achy feeling in her gut as she clasped her hands together. As Brody drove up the driveway and onto the stone path, far from any other people and secluded from interruption, she gulped.