Mending Hearts (The American Soldier Collection 11)
“Please. Please, Jaxon,” she begged, actually begged to be fucked in the ass by Jaxon.
She felt the fingers in her hair and then her head being turned to the right. There was Jeb with his cock in his hand, waiting for her to suck him.
“Now,” Jeb ordered.
She gulped, her heart pounded, and she opened wide and took him into her mouth. Behind her, Jaxon stroked into her ass in one smooth thrust, filling her. That was it. She lost focus as her body tightened like a bow about to break and she came. Jaxon and Gator rocked into her hard and fast. Jeb held her head and stroked faster into her mouth. Suddenly the three of them roared, and they came at once, filling her with their seed and marking her, ruining her for anyone but her five lusty lovers. She was exhausted as her eyes closed, and nothing else mattered but relishing the aftermath of their night of pleasure.
Chapter 9
Alana was working at the boutique in the back room when her cell phone rang. She saw the caller ID as she placed the last set of sweaters onto the rack that needed to be wheeled out front by Monique. It was Jaxon.
“Where are you?” he demanded to know.
“Jaxon, where do you think I am?” she asked, chuckling.
“Shit. Sorry. How is everything going? Will she need you much longer?”
“I know it’s a Sunday, but with the winter clothing line coming in, and people already shopping for the holidays, we’re behind. I think I’ll be at least a few more hours.”
“Damn. We’re meeting at Casper’s.”
“I can meet you there when I’m done.”
“No. One of us will come get you.”
“I can get a ride with Monique. It’s not a big deal. What’s wrong with you? Something is up.”
He sighed on the line and then exhaled.
“You heard about the young woman that went missing last weekend?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Well, she was at Casper’s that night. Her friend thought she had left with someone, and then when she got to their place, the killer was there. They found her
body and some evidence. They think the guy might be in Tranquility.”
“Oh God, that’s terrible. Did her friend walk in on it?”
“Not really sure. Gunner isn’t saying much except that they have some concrete evidence. The killer screwed up and left clues behind and fingerprints. They’ll hopefully have him identified soon.”
“Well, that’s good news then.”
“Not until he’s caught and behind bars. I want you to call me when you and Monique are done. One of us will come pick you ladies up.”
“Okay, Jaxon. I’d better go, or it will be four hours more instead of three.”
“Watch it, you.”
“Or else what, exactly?” she teased, knowing he was such a control freak.
“You know exactly what. A nice pink ass.”
“Hmm. Promises, promises.”
“Later, doll.”
“Later, Marine.”