9 Marines' Shared Property (Love by Numbers 8)

Elijah pulled out his phone. “I’m on it.” He put the phone to his ear and walked out of the room.

Travis’s phone binged again. He read the message. “You know the location. The clock is ticking.”

Elijah returned with a disappointed look on his face. He said to J.P., “No can do.”

“Hell, guys,” I said. “What are we doing? We’re all here together now.”

“Yeah, and?” said J.P.

“Let’s go to her now,” I said.

“It’s almost midnight,” said Elijah.

“And?” I said. I walked over to the mirror and gave myself a quick inspection. Looking good and ready to please.

“We’ve got six am drills,” said Santiago.

I grabbed the keys to the SUV off the rack then I turned to the group. “Then we’d better hurry.”

Axel jumped off the couch and joined me. The others followed, all but Santiago and Tristan. I looked at Santiago and said, “We’ve got six am drills, but we’ve also got midnight drills.” I raised an eyebrow.

Santiago didn’t need any more convincing than that. And with eight of us on board, Tristan couldn’t refuse.

“Tell her we’re on our way,” I said to Travis, and we filed out, quickly and orderly.

A damsel in distress, nine Marines packed into an SUV, racing across town to the rescue. I joined the Marines looking for adventure, but this went well beyond what I’d expected. “Gentlemen,” I said in my overly dramatic voice, “remember your training.”

Nolan looked at me and laughed. “What kind of training have you been doing?”

J.P. put a hand to his crotch. “Equipment check.”

“Yeah,” said Santiago from the driver’s seat, looking into the rearview mirror, “when’s the last time you cleaned your rifle, soldier?”

J.P. exhaled loudly. “Actually, my unit hasn’t been deployed in quite some time.”

It didn’t take us long to make it to Gwen’s place. However, finding a parking spot was a different matter. We ended up parking a few blocks away from her apartment. If anyone, looking out their window that night, saw us, nine Marines fast marching down the street, they would have thought that a most unusual sight. And who knows what they would have thought if they’d known where we were going and why.

When we arrived at Gwen’s apartment, her front door was ajar; no lights were on inside.

I pushed the door open and entered. “Gwen?”

“In here.” Her voice came from a room down the corridor in the back.

I motioned to the rest of the squad, and we filed down the corridor.

I flung open the door.

Gwen lay on her bed, wearing a black silk nightgown. One of the straps hung loose off her shoulder. One of her legs was bent at the knee, revealing her smooth tan thigh. She twirled a lock of hair with one hand while her other lay across her stomach, fingers spread and red painted fingernails pointing to her crotch.

She looked delicious, ripped straight out of my fantasies and made even more desirable.

I got hard instantly.

“Finally,” she said in a lazy, breathy voice. “It took you so long.”

I stepped toward the bed, unfastening my belt. “You’re mistaken,” I said. “It’s you who’s going to take it long: long and hard.”

I snapped off my belt and tossed it to the side. In an instant, the squad had surrounded the bed. Without coordinating or even looking at each other, we all slipped off our pants at the same time.

Gwen pulled herself up and looked around her, mouth agape. “Oh, my.”

“Oh, my’s right,” said J.P. and he crawled onto the bed.

I slipped out of my boxers, freeing my stiff cock from the confining fabric. I was ready to pounce. But instead, I watched as my colleagues closed in on her, their bodies casting her in shadow as they overtook her.

Taylor on one side and Travis on the other, they each ran a hand down her legs spreading them apart.

She wore white panties. I zoned in on my target. I crawled onto the bed. I snatched her panties with my teeth and tore them off of her.

She tried to shift or turn, but my colleagues held her down.

I placed my hands on either side of her snatch. I ran my thumbs up the contours of her labia, spread them apart and slid my tongue inside. She was wet, and I was thirsty.

I sucked and licked and kissed her snatch, marrying the movements of my mouth with those of her gyrating hips. I slid a hand underneath her to lift her and pull her closer to me. My tongue entered and explored. God, she tasted good.

I pulled away for a breath. As soon as I’d pulled away, she was taken from me. I couldn’t see who had grabbed her; perhaps it was Tristan or Travis. Whoever it was, he lifted her, turned her around and set her back on the bed, on her knees, her face mere inches from mine.