The Greatest Fight of All (The American Soldier Collection 5)
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Every night it was the same routine. Amelia would come home from work to find one or all four Haas brothers waiting for her. The lovemaking intensified, and although wary, she wanted to try anal sex with them. She didn’t dare suggest it yet. She was tryi
ng to get used to their large cocks and strong personalities. Each of them called her regularly at work. They wanted to know every detail of her day, and they shared their days with her as well.
They kind of flipped out a bit about her going out with Regan, Velma, and some other women on Friday night. But Regan told her brothers that they had to share Amelia.
When she walked out of her bedroom, dressed in a thigh-length, snug-fitting black skirt that flared at the bottom and tapped against her thighs, along with a golden yellow camisole, they looked pissed.
The bling on the black cowgirl boots accentuated her calves and thighs.
She pulled her hair to the side and the long, onyx locks fell directly over the cleavage of the golden yellow top she wore, slightly hiding the deep cleavage.
“What the hell are you wearing?” Waylon asked.
She felt her cheeks warm.
“Damn, Mamma, you look hot,” Velma stated aloud and Amelia shook her head.
“You guys look incredible, too,” Amelia added as she complimented Velma’s deep red tank top and jean skirt as well as Regan’s fancy, diamond-studded cowgirl boots.
She felt a large, thick arm come around her waist as Brody pulled her back against him. He inhaled against her neck.
“You smell good. Too good to go out with anyone other than one of us.”
She tried to pry his hands off of her then gave up. It was useless. The man was strong.
“Stop fussing. You get to smell this perfume all the time.”
She felt the palm of his hand move along her belly. Now Murphy, Ricky, and Waylon stood around them.
“Couldn’t you wear something less sexy?” Murphy asked.
“No, she can’t. She’s sexy no matter what she’s wearing. Now leave her alone. We need to head out to meet the others.” Regan pushed between her brothers.
Brody reluctantly released her, but not before giving her ass a light smack.
“Hey,” Amelia reprimanded.
“Hey yourself. We own that ass,” Brody stated very seriously, embarrassing Amelia in front of Regan and Velma.
“We’ll watch over her,” Velma stated then laughed.
“Yeah right,” Murphy replied. Amelia waved good-bye to the men, their scowls indicating that they definitely were pissed off, as she got into Regan’s convertible.
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They arrived at the club and Amelia was listening to Velma talk about Jonas.
“So things are going well then?” Regan asked her sister then took a sip of margarita from her glass.
“Yes. I met his brothers, Felix and Canton.” Velma took a sip from her drink and avoided eye contact with Regan.
“Wait. His brothers? Do you mean like a ménage thing? They’re interested in that?” Regan whispered. Velma looked at Amelia and then to her sister and nodded.
“Holy shit.”
“What, Regan? Like you were never interested in that or engaged in a trial run?” Velma raised her eyebrow, daring her sister to deny it.