Their Sin City Showgirl (The American Soldier Collection 7)

“No. No I wasn’t, I was fine. I am fine,” she said, raising her voice.

“You weren’t fine. Just like you’re not fine at night, when you wake up screaming or gasping for air,” Lincoln yelled at her as he stepped toward her.

She saw red. She was so angry. Was he spying on me?

“You bastard.” She swung at him, and he ducked and then countered. She ducked and it began, a crazy sparring match based on her anger and refusal to ask for help or to admit that her sessions of zoning out were getting the better of her.

“Come on. Get it out. You’re all filled with piss and vinegar, and I’m ready for it. Come on. This makes you feel happy. Denying what’s going on here is working for you?” He egged her on and she swung her arms and hands at Lincoln until he grabbed her, did a quick maneuver, and tackled her rather gently to the mat. He was over her body, had her arms pinned above her head, and he was using his thick, hard, long legs to hold her in place.

She held his gaze and she was the one breathing heavily. Lincoln hadn’t even broken a sweat. Her nostrils filled with his cologne, and the soap they all used.

Her shirt was lifted up to her breasts, her spankies shorts rode up her very sensitive, throbbing cunt, and this damn model of a soldier was just staring at her.

“Have you had enough?” he asked.

“No,” she yelled.

“Honey, I think you should know that Calder and Lincoln are training instructors for law enforcement in self-defense and hand-to-hand combat. We’re all highly trained.”

She eased her legs in just the right position below Lincoln and gave a soft smile as she weakened her grip. He in return eased up, as she slid her leg seductively up and down his thigh. “Hand-to-hand combat, huh?” she asked in a seductive whisper.

Lincoln’s green eyes sparkled as he eased his hold, and then she prepared to make her move.

“So am I,” she said and then used all her might to take Lincoln’s one leg out from under him, causing him to fall to the right, so she could shove all her strength that way. She did, and wound up straddling him. But Lincoln countered the move and they rolled across the mat, slamming one another down each time. Finally Lincoln held her down, using one hand to grip her wrists above her head, while he pressed his pelvis between her thighs making her widen her legs and straddle him.

She tried pressing her thighs against his ribs but then the sneak began tickling her with one hand. His fingers were everywhere. Under her shirt, over her breasts, and then between her thighs as she laughed and screamed for mercy.

“Mercy! Mercy, I give. Oh, God!”

Lincoln stopped and she locked gazes with him right before his mouth crushed down onto hers.

* * * *

Lincoln was so fired up. He felt aggressive, possessive, emotionally attached, and he damn well shouldn’t. As far as he could tell, J.J. was suffering from some serious post-traumatic stress. She was denying it, wouldn’t ask for help, and he was losing his patience. They’d talked about it last night, after she’d gone to bed. They’d also talked about wanting her, and the attraction they felt. It was decided to just let things ride, but today, things were different.

Her attitude, the fact that she’d zoned out again in front of him and Brook was upsetting and concerning. She was literally fighting for her independence and didn’t realize that they could be trusted. He and Brook would show her, and so would Conway and Calder.

As she’d pulled the move on him, making him tumble to the right, he was pleasantly surprised. The woman had guts, and she was definitely physically fit. The sight of her on her back, the sound of her laughing as he tickled her, and the swell of her large breasts beneath the tank she wore, was too much to ignore. Throw in what looked to be a tattoo on her hipbone, and damn, he wanted a taste of her, and now he had his chance.

He slowly released his hold on her wrists, as he explored her mouth. J.J. was kissing him back, and the legs that were squeezing his ribs a few moments ago were now snug against him. He pressed the hair from her face, and eased his lips from hers. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then trailed lower. He didn’t go near her bruises, knowing that they still hurt, and that Calder had kissed her there and found out. He pressed her tank up higher, as he scooted lower and kissed her belly. The small gold hoop was a surprise too as he licked her belly button and tapped the jewelry. She gripped his hair.

“Oh, God, Lincoln. What the hell i

s happening? We have to stop.”

“No, you don’t. It’s too fucking hot to stop,” Brook said, and J.J. gasped as she tuned to look at him.

“I think Brook feels left out, baby,” Lincoln stated and then jumped up in one move, and reached a hand down to her. She took his hand, looking at Lincoln and then back at Brook.

The moment she was standing up straight, Lincoln turned her around, wrapped an arm around her midsection, and kissed the side of her neck.

“He wants to taste you, too. You’re too damn sexy for us to not want you.”

J.J. rolled her head back against Lincoln’s shoulder as Brook stepped closer. She was sandwiched between them.

Brook placed his palm against her cheek and stared down into her eyes. “You’re so beautiful. You’ve got a hell of a temper, baby. A hell of a temper,” Brook said against her lips right before he kissed her.

Lincoln eased back slightly but moved his hand upward to cup her breast as Brook devoured her moans. This situation was like nothing they’d ever experienced before. They knew that they wanted to share a woman, and have the kind of relationship their friends like Sandman and his brothers had with Grace. They’d had had sex with the same woman a couple of times but never together. One by one, but it was never all four of them together. Maybe two of them and then the other two afterward or even alone. But with J.J., Lincoln could see all of them taking her together, in the same room, the same bed.