Armored Hearts (The Town of Pearl 7)

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I’ve already looked up everything I could on that asshole Iakov. All I have to do is make one phone call and I’ve got an exact location on him even if he’s taking a piss in the back of some local shit-hole bar. So don’t think for one moment that we’re looking at you as if you’re ugly and we’re disgusted. On the contrary, I haven’t been able to sleep since your first night in this house,” Fisher admitted.

“Why?” she asked.

He raised one eyebrow and Ford caressed under her tank top.

“As my friends have explained, you’re the most beautiful woman we’ve ever laid eyes on. All I think about is getting home from work to see you, brush against you, and watch over you.”

“We’ve never, and I mean never thought about sharing a woman before. But by the way you make each of us feel, I’d say I wouldn’t want it any other way,” Grey told her.

Fenton touched her chin and held it firmly. He stared down into her eyes. His green eyes sparkled and then appeared darker.

“Enough talking.” He leaned down and kissed her.

India was overwhelmed with emotions at this point. She was shocked that they all had been watching her, wanting her despite her battered body.

Fenton of all people was the last one she expected to cling to and to kiss her. In a matter of weeks she had become so dependent on them and attracted to them.

He kissed her deeply and despite her swollen lips she kissed him back. He pulled her up and against him so she now lay half over his body. The flimsy tank she wore couldn’t hide the effects of his hard, muscular chest as it pressed against her aroused bosom. She rocked her hips and then she felt the second set of hands gliding back and forth over her hips, her thighs, and then under her shorts.

It felt so good, so right to have these two men touching her at once. Their caresses seemed to make the aches and pain disappear and cause something stronger to ignite within her body.

When thick digits collided with her wet pussy, she gasped, pulling from Fenton’s mouth.

“Easy now, darling. Don’t move around so much or you’ll hurt yourself,” Grey told her and she looked past Fenton to see Grey standing by the bed watching.

Ford pressed fingers deeper into her cunt and she lifted up, needing more.

Fenton pushed her tank top up. “Damn, woman,” he said, his green eyes locked on her large breasts as he cupped them best he could. She held onto his sides and lifted up as he lowered his mouth to a breast and licked the nipple. She moaned aloud only for Grey to cup her face between his hands as he bent over by the side of the bed and he kissed her.

Behind her Ford pulled fingers from her cunt and then pushed her shorts down her thighs.

Her belly muscles ached in this position but her desire to feel more and to be touched by all five men was more powerful.

Grey kissed her deeply while Fenton licked and suckled her breasts, pushing them together, massaging them and arousing her pussy.

Ford lifted her thigh up and against Fenton’s hip, gaining better access to her needy cunt. He pressed his digit up into her and began to stroke her as he licked and kissed along her spine and her ass cheeks.

The next set of hands massaged her ass.

“She’s got a great ass. Damn I’m going to be the first one to fuck this ass, baby,” Fisher said.

She moaned, her body tightened up from the thought, and she exploded.

“Damn, I think our India likes the sound of that, Fisher,” Flynn said.

Grey released her lips and Fenton pulled on her nipple.

“Oh God,” she said and fell to his chest, her lips pressed against Fenton’s skin as Ford pulled his fingers from her pussy.

They massaged her. All five of them. She felt their warm, gentle hands everywhere. Their lips pressing against her skin, tickling her, arousing her, and sending a deep need through her body.

Fenton eased her down onto the mattress, removing her tank top as Ford lifted her up. They adjusted her body so she was on her belly. She laid her cheeks against the cool sheets that were in great contrast to her heated skin. And so it began. They took care of her. They massaged her tender skin and muscles with the gentleness of compassionate men who had the hands of warriors.

Fingertips coasted along her arms, her shoulders, down her thighs and calves to her feet. She felt the heaviness of the bed as it dipped and all five men partook in caring for her.

“Rest. Try to get some sleep now, India. We’re not going to leave you,” Ford told her then kissed the back of her neck, sending goose bumps down her spine.