This Cradle Won't Fall (The American Soldier Collection 18)

“Just like that. So wet and tight. Come for me, baby. Come all over my fingers like it’s my cock and you’re riding me,” he whispered into her ear.

“Oh, God.” She moaned and grunted against his shoulder, trying to be quiet, and he held her and she came.

He eased his fingers from her cunt and hugged her tight. She was breathing heavily and holding onto him. Vye was so light in his arms and feminine such a protective and possessive feeling came over him as he squeezed her to him and held her there. She kissed his neck.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” he asked her and stroked her back and her ass under her dress.

“I think so.”

He chuckled and pulled back. She looked at him and, holy shit, he was done for. The woman had him wrapped around her finger and permanently had a place in his heart. Her lips were swollen, her face flushed, and her eyes sparkled.

“Let’s sit down a few minutes and catch our breaths before we head back out.”

She nodded and they spent the next few minutes just talking about the farm and about plans for the rest of the week. Including spending a little more alone time with her.

* * * *

Aunt Gay headed back home to New York promising to visit in another month or so. That was three weeks ago. The baby was getting bigger. Time was flying by. Vye smiled as she watched Kendrick talking to a couple of police officers from a group he just trained. She had been peaking around the corner and taking in the sight of the classes her men taught. She paused, then felt her cheeks warm and a giddy feeling fill her heart. She was referring to them as her men.

She finished putting the files away as Kendrick walked the men out and then closed and locked the door. She grabbed her things and went by the training room, hearing a heated argument between Pierce, Tex, and Frankie.

In a flash, they were doing these crazy martial arts or hand-to-hand combat moves and punching, flipping, and beating the heck out of one another, yet not causing any damage to their skin. There were some grunts, and a few curses, but they went round and round, and she watched intrigued by their abilities, and also aroused by their bare chests and all those muscles.

A strong arm wrapped around her mid-section and Kendrick made her gasp, drawing their attention toward the doorway.

“Look who I found watching you guys,” he said and the men paused, eyeing her over with hunger in their eyes. They were so fierce and intimidating she looked away and that was when she saw Lou standing there. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he looked her over from the corner.

Kendrick walked her into the room, his arms wrapped around her and practically lifting her up.

“Wait. They’re practicing.”

“You can practice with us,” Kendrick said and she planted her feet into the mat, trying to stop him when Kendrick lifted her up into his arms and then placed her between his brothers. Bare chests, muscles, tattoos…oh, God, she was in trouble here.

“Toss off your heels,” Kendrick said and lowered to his knees, held her hip with one hand, and started to lift her foot. She nearly lost her balance but Tex grabbed her around the waist and stroked her jaw with his knuckles.

“We can teach you some moves. The classes are done and Kendrick locked up. Have you ever done any self-defense training?” Tex asked in that strong, commanding tone of his. She shook her head. They all looked disappointed.

“I, um, I did a kickboxing class a few times until I had to quit.”

“Why did you have to quit?” Kendrick asked, tossing her heels off the mat and then sliding his palm up her thigh and under the flair skirt she wore. She widened her eyes and he gave her a wink.

“Your guardians, remember?” He teased and then stood up.

Her thigh warmed from his touch and her ass did, too. She wanted their hands everywhere. She loved when they touched her. Never so far in the past few weeks had they all touched her together. She thought if they did, she would lose her mind.

She was trying to be strong here but they did things to her. Turned her mind to mush when they touched her as they asked questions and broke her down. She didn’t even think when she replied to Tex’s question.

“Murdock made me quit. He said the instructor was flirty and wanted me so I couldn’t go back.”

“Seriously?” Lou asked.

She nodded. They were all quiet until Frankie spoke.

“Come here,” he ordered and Tex released his hold around her waist and she walked along the padded mat.

“Stand like this,” he said and she mimicked his movements and position in a ready stance, he called it.

Frankie had her do a few variations of moves and strikes. She remembered a couple of things from the kickboxing class and remembered how much she’d enjoyed it.