Mending Hearts (The American Soldier Collection 11)

“I’m fine, Jaxon. Just tired and hungry. Why don’t we go eat?”

She began walking. He stopped her and pressed her up against the wall as he cupped one cheek with his palm so gently and eyes filled with passion. His other hand wrapped around her waist possessively, and he swept down and kissed her.

In that moment, as her lips parted to his need for control, an act she was more than likely going to have to get used to, she gave in. She allowed the feel of his arms, the gentleness of his compassion to overtake her. There was no turning back. The fire, the connection, and power between them were combustible. She kissed him back, rocked her hips against his, and then felt his hand move lower and press her panties down her thighs.

“Jaxon,” she reprimanded, but in actuality, she was utterly turned on and dripping wet.

“I want you. I can’t get enough of you,” he told her as he lifted her up so she had to wrap her legs around his waist. He maneuvered out of his pants, dropping them to the floor as he pressed her back against the wall so she wouldn’t fall.

“You’re mine. Do you even realize that?” he asked her as he held her gaze, gripped his cock, and pressed up into her cunt.

She gripped his forearms and gasped at the forceful, sexual invasion.

He thrust fully into her, making her moan.

Jaxon cupped her cheeks between his hands as he rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting into her wet channel and making her hold his complete attention.

“I didn’t like that look in your eyes. That uncertain, almost panicked expression. Last night was perfect. From here on out will be perfect because you’re meant to be ours.”

He kissed her deeply as his words sunk in. Jaxon’s ability to see through to her thoughts, to know she was indeed panicking, overwhelmed her with emotion. He thrust in and out of her, and she held on to him, reveling in the feel of his hard, thick cock marking her, claiming her as his woman again and again.

Jaxon was the leader, the man in control of the men, of all of them. It seemed this included her now, and that was something she needed time to process. But for the moment, in this heat of passion, she gave of herself fully. She countered his thrusts, called out his name as she came, and accepted him fully as he exploded inside of her.

“Never be scared of me, of any of us. You come first. You complete us. Life as you know it is about to change.”

Her eyes widened, and he kissed her again as he held his cock within her pussy and she battled with her mind’s wild thoughts and her body’s feeling of completion.

Chapter 6

Gabe and Gator drove Alana home, and Gator wasn’t pleased. He wanted Alana with them. He wanted to hold her in his arms in bed and explore her sexy body. He couldn’t believe how obsessed he felt after two full days and one night with her. They had fun. They all laughed a little. It was different, strange, but felt good.

As he pulled up into her driveway and looked at the small cottage all dark, his stomach churned with worry. He didn’t like her staying here alone. He wanted her with them, but that would not go over well. Jaxon had explained about her odd behavior earlier this morning. He hoped they’d worked her fears or any concerns out of her by all making love to her again and again. But he knew women were fickle sometimes. He just hoped that she wasn’t having second thoughts.

Gabe climbed out of the truck, limping and trying not to groan in front of Alana. He’d overdone it, but Gator was certain Gabe didn’t regret one second of it.

“The house is so dark. You should have left a light on the other day,” Gabe told her, almost reprimanding her. Instead of snapping back at him, she looped her arm through his and walked with him.

“It’s okay. I have the two of you to walk me in. Remember, Gabe, I’ve never been too fond of the dark.”

He reached up and paced his palm against her cheek. “You still sleep with a nightlight on?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“How about a stuffed animal?” Gator teased her as she released Gabe’s arm and unlocked her front door.

“I have something better than a stuffed animal,” she said as they entered.

Alana turned on the lights, and Gator checked out the house to make sure it was secure. One glance out the back door to the dark backyard and woods and he felt his concern grow. He didn’t know why. He was being so possessive, and he wanted to demand that she stay with them. But that couldn’t happen.

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Gabe followed Alana into her bedroom, where she closed the shades. He looked around and was surprised at all the pictures she had of them and of his parents.

His chest tightened as he took one of the pictures of them as teens leaning next to his beat-up pickup truck, and he smiled.

“God, that truck was such a piece of crap.”

“But reliable. We only broke down that one time,” she told him.