Jana Leigh (13 page)

Her new friends helped her more than she would have thought possible.  They knew how it was, two against one, it wasn
’t fair.  So she set about getting her revenge.  The girls gave her awesome tips.  When one of them was working, she would bend over in front of them.  Either giving them a shot down her shirt, or brushing her ass against their arms.  Of course, she had not realized they liked looking at her ass so much until Jolie pointed it out.

They lent her pretty lacy tank tops to wear, with her breast
s being so much bigger now, she had great cleavage.  The first time she came down with one of the tops on, she thought Grant would have a coronary.  He tried to put a shirt on her shoulders, but she had laughed and patted his cheek.  She listened to everything the women had said.

Looking back, she realized that because of her studies, she had been shut off from meeting new people.  She had a small group of friends that she studied with and hung
out with in college, but like anyone else, they moved on to the real world.  It had been that long since they left the little town of Smith and Wesson Township.  She worried about the people; it felt like they had left them in a bind.  Although, Grant assured her he was still in constant contact with Jabo, and apparently, Sassy loved to text because she received updates hourly from her.

Brin laughed when she felt the buzz in her pocket. 
There she goes again
, she thought and shook her head.  Brin would look after she was done working with West.  He needed his next round of meds that were due.  So far, he had been in and out of consciousness.  Both doctors agreed that he should be kept heavily medicated for the pain.  However, they were coming up on a week, and would soon back off on some of the meds to see if he would start to come to on his own.

“
He is doing better,” Brin said softly to Arden who was helping her.  They had to change dressings and IVs. 

“
I hope so,” Arden said softly and kissed West’s forehead.  “He was there because of me.  West wanted to get me some answers about my parents.”

Brin frowned and reached out a hand, “
No, Arden, this is not your fault.”

Her new friend shook her head and stood up.  “
My head tells me that, but my heart?”

Brin
’s phone buzzed again and she reached for it.  “Sorry, Sassy is texting.”

Arden smiled.  “
Tell her hi, she texts me also.”

Brin frowned and said, “
She asked me to call right away.”

“
Then you had better, you know how she is.”  Arden laughed.

“
Yeah, a little high maintenance,” Brin winked and whispered then hit the send button and walked out into the hallway while it connected.

Arden and Brin had talked about the small town that helped them both.  When this was all over, both women wanted to go back and visit them
under normal circumstances.

“
Hey, Sassy,” Brin said cheerfully.

“
Brin?” Sassy whispered loudly.

“
Uh, yeah?”  Brin said quietly.

“
You need to have your men call Jabo and find out what is going on.  T-bone found something at the motel,” Sassy whispered.

“
Who is T-bone?” Brin asked.

“
Jabo’s brother, his other brother’s name is Stewie. T-bone and him were assigned to guard the motel, you know while Vince was gone.  Last night they got bored, went snooping, and found something,” Sassy hissed impatiently.  “You have to have the guys call, Jabo is gonna do something stupid if you don’t.”

Brin rolled her eyes.  “
Fine, but what did they find?”

“
I don’t know, but whatever it is, you guys need to know,” Sassy assured her.

“
Sassy, who you talking to?”  Brin heard Jabo ask.

“
None of your business,” Sassy yelled.

“
Damn it, woman.  Did you call someone?” Jabo yelled.

“
Hey, bozo, you were going to call anyway,” Sassy argued.

“
Hey, Sassy?”  Brin tried to interrupt.

“
I was doing it by the book.  You know maintain the crime scene and all that.  Woman, I have watched CSI!” Jabo bellowed.

“
Yeah, Sass, we have watched CSI!”  Another man stepped in.  “We are like Grissom and all that shit.”

“
T-bone, shut the fuck up,” Sassy yelled.  “Your dumbasses probably left your own prints on that stuff.”

“
What stuff?  Hey, Sassy, Jessie and Grant are coming in right now, let me give them the phone,” Brin said desperately as she ran down the stairs and thrust the phone into Grant's hand as he walked through the door first.

“
What?” Grant said smiling.

“
It is Sassy, they found something at the hotel,” Brin said.

Jessie frowned and nodded to Grant to talk.  “
Hey, Sassy?” Grant said smoothly.  “Yeah, I heard.  Can you give the phone to Jabo?”

“
What is going on?” Jessie whispered and Brin shrugged and said. 

“
All I know is they found something at the motel.  Jabo and his brothers were securing it, like CSI, and Sassy didn’t think they were doing it right,” Brin whispered back.

Jessie shook his head, pul
led out his phone, and sent a mass text to the guys, they were all somewhere in the house, but this was the fastest way to get everyone into one room.

“
This is what they found in the room at the end,” Vince said and pointed to the drawing he had made of his building.  “There is a window here, someone broke and slipped in.  They could have been in there for days, even a week, and no one would have known. I usually use that room only when we are full on account of the swampland that runs behind the property.  You know those gators are ornery cusses, they like to come up and hide on the side of the building.  I don’t want people to freak out if they look out the window."

“
And the number that texted us the warning is a dead end.  Burner phone.  The cops say that it was in a fucking machine at the college, anyone could have bought it,” Thane responded, taking over from Vince.

“
Have you tried texting them again?” Slone asked.

“
Yeah, no one answers, it is turned off,” Thane said.  “We tried tracing the signal, there was none.  Back to the room, we know how he got in.  Now, why?” Thane said firmly and started putting up the pictures Jabo and his brothers sent on the board they had set up.

“
What the fuck, it looks like a shrine,” Alex said.

“
There was this note tacked to the wall,” Grant said and pointed to a picture.  “You are taking too long to admit your transgressions and beg for forgiveness.  Apparently you aren’t as smart as I thought you were.”

In the set of pictures was of a gun.  The men leaned forward and Gage said softly, “
That is an M16, it looks like an American weapon, but see, the numbers are burned off here, and here.”

The men nodded and then looked a
t the next group of pictures.  “That is a set of keys to a scooter,” Mason said confused.  “Look at the brand.  Those are all over the Middle East.”

Then a set of pictures of a bullet casing, “
What is that writing?” Thane said.

“
It is one of ours, see the NET?” Jessie swore under his breath.  “It is from one of our snipers cache.”

“
What the fuck is going on?  Does anyone know why these are here?” Gage said slowly.

“
The last three are coming across now,” David said.

The men waited as they printed.  The tensi
on in the air was almost too much for Brin.  All these men, just doing their jobs defending their country, and something like this happens.  Mark once explained to her why he joined the SEALs.  She could almost hear him talking in her ear.

'Sis, I am doing
something that matters.  The normal person walking down the street has no idea the hatred and violence in the world, especially against America.  Their ideals of the perfect world are just a dream.  We are the ones who protect that dream,'
Mark had said.

They went after the bad guys in the world, and it was dangerous.  Looking around the room, she wondered how many people had stopped to thank them at one time or another when they were in uniform?  Do people even care about the men and women who put themse
lves on the line everyday?

“
Here we are,” Gage said and began to put up more photos.

Jessie looked up to see Mark and the others looking expectantly at Gage as he worked.  They whispered and pointed to the pictures, but Jessie couldn
’t hear them.  He focused on Gage and tried to block out that they were there.  Seeing them hurt him, even though he felt their acceptance of what happened—he hadn't.

The first group was a brick, there was something written on the side
, it looked like it had belonged to a sign that was painted on a building.  And the last group was a blanket—a baby blanket.  It was blue with a satin yellow boarder.  She looked around the room but no one seemed to know what they meant.

Finally, Gage stoo
d in shock and looked at the men he served with and shook his head.  “What?” demanded Alex who stood up with his hands fisted next to him.

“
FUBAR,” Gage said and hung the picture of a man on the board. 

Soon all of the team was standing in shock.  “
No fucking way,” Alex whispered.  It was the face he saw when he closed his eyes. 

The anger in the room was palatable.  The women stared with worry at them and waited.  Someone was going to tell them what was going on, they had to.

Jessie looked at his fallen friend who stared at the picture intently.  Mark finally turned to him and nodded. 
“This shows the beginning, you have to find the end.”

What the fuck did that mean, beginning and end?  Hell the fucking psycho had been the end.  The end of Team
TEN, the end of everything Jessie had counted on. He wanted to howl his frustration.

The anger inside built and Jessie looked around the room desperate for a release. 
Mason would be good for a scrap
, he thought and stared at his grieving friend.  Shit, Jessie had nowhere to turn, everyone was feeling the same thing.  He could feel the walls closing in around him.  He needed to escape, get out, but where?

Vince shifted and pointed to the picture of the blanket.  Brin just noticed he was pale and shaking.  “
I know that.  I gave that years ago to a woman I used to work with.  Why is that there?”

The room erupted, everyone talking at once.  “
Wait!” Sable yelled.

There was silence.  “
What is going on?” Jolie asked.

“
I have no idea,” Jessie said and as he turned, she saw the tears on the edge of his eyes.  Brin wanted to wrap her arms around him but it seemed like this was not the time.  His body was taunt, looking like a snake ready to strike.  “But that man is the suicide bomber who killed our teammates.”

Jessie slammed
his hand down on the table and then yelled.  “He looked us right in the eye and pushed the button that tore us apart.”  Brin looked on in horror as Jessie lost the battle that raged inside him.

With a sweep of his hand
, he wiped everything from the table. His friends tried to stop him as he raged.  Knocking things over before they had to restrain him and pull him from the room.  Everyone could feel the living, breathing anger in the room radiating off the men. 

The women all sucked in a breath and looked
at the board.  Someone was trying to send a message, Brin wasn’t sure the men were ready to answer. 

It had been three weeks since they made the discovery at the motel, and things seemed even more confusing than they had before.  The only good thing to come out of it was the guys seemed to finally talk to each other about that fateful day, as well as their feelings.

Jessie had been a mess for a few days, Brin wanted to help, but only the
men seemed to be able to get through to him.  She was okay with that, as long as someone did.  Brin had read up on PTSD again; the way the men were acting was normal, and it may never change.  She wasn’t worried, he would never hurt her or Marcus, but the anger and guilt needed a release.  She tried to find things online that would help, and began talking to the girls about it.

The pictures were still hanging on the board, but they had only figured out what two of them were.  Vince had been making calls for
weeks to old friends trying to get info; apparently, the blanket was thirty years old.  He was confused as to why it was even in the room.  However, seeing the picture of the man who took their friends lives threw all of them into a tailspin.  They were angry and Brin didn’t blame them at all.

Jolie had offered to help the men, and each of them had agreed to allow her to call a friend who set up teleconference therapy sessions weekly for them.  Brin and the other women had given the men space to deal.  It
had been hard since they just wanted to fix what was wrong.  But they couldn’t, no one could.

Brin understood on one level that Jessie and his teammates had seen things she could not even imagine.  Grant and Jessie had spent hours sitting on the beach talk
ing.  Brin knew Jessie wouldn’t tell her what was going on.  He was protecting her, just like the others were doing with Sable, Jolie, and Arden.  Yes, it drove her crazy, Brin just wanted to help.  Then she finally had to admit that this was something she couldn’t deal with.  They didn’t want her to see the ugliness in the world.

The men still found time to spen
d with her and Marcus.  They continued with their 'courting' as they called it and they were driving her insane with the touches as they passed by her, but the effort that was driving her the most insane was when they would hunt her out in the house just to kiss her senseless, then walk away.  Or coming into her room at night, cuddling with her in her bed then just when she would start to make moves on them, up out the bed they would go.  Walking out the door telling her 'Soon, sweetheart, it will be time soon'. 
They were both bastards for leaving her on fire.
 

Brin shot daggers at the closed door.  Tonight had been one of those episodes.  She had t
ried to give them a little relief but as soon as her hands crept below their waist, they were airborne and out the door.  She honest to God didn't think she had ever seen men move so fast.  Shaking her head, she checked on Marcus, covered him with the blanket and then settled herself back in bed.  She thought it would take a while to doze but as she laid thinking of the men she was deeply falling in love with, sleep took her.

“
Brin, it is time,” Jessie whispered and she felt the shiver run through her body.  She could feel his hands running along her side, and she moaned. 

“
Hey, sweetheart, it is time for you to take us together,” Grant said and she smiled.  They were both here, touching her, trying to drive her crazy.  She had wanted this the first time she laid eyes on them together.  Brin could see that now.

She knew whose hands were whose.  Jessie
’s were softer, more teasing, while Grant’s were harder, more insistent.  She tried to open her eyes but they refused to cooperate, not while she was wrapped in the sensations of them touching her.  If she opened her eyes it would break the spell she was under.

A surprised laugh bubbled
inside her throat.  All she could think of was how happy she felt surrounded by them.  The love she felt.  She was still smiling when Grant captured her mouth with no hesitation in his kiss.  He took her mouth like he owned it, his tongue tangling with her while he slowly ran a hand up her side.

Not to be outdone, Jessie kissed her neck, and ran his hand down her back, making her arch a little toward Grant.  She felt the soft covers moving down her body slowly.  The caress of the fabric felt decadent again
st her skin.

“
Isn’t she the sexist thing you have ever seen,” Jessie whispered in her ear.  She shivered as they talked about her.

“
Yes, and to think she had all of this hidden in the sweats she has been wearing around the house,” Grant said.

“
Baby fat,” she whispered back to them.

“
Oh, sweetheart, I love every inch of your body, the fact that you carried our child here,” Jessie whispered and moved his hand around her waist.  “Only makes you more desirable.”

“
I agree.”  Grant chuckled and smoothed a hand over her hips.  “And these hips, they are perfect.  You can't imagine what I have been thinking about doing while holding onto you here.”

Brin only nodded as they continued to explore her body.  She refused to open her eyes; shy since this was the first time
she had been with both of them.

“
You are wet for us, honey,” Jessie said as his hand dipped lower to cover her sex and he growled as he inserted a thick digit into her weeping pussy.  She tried to move but Grant held her firm.

“
We want you to enjoy this,” Grant said against her mouth before he claimed it again.

She was lost in the feelings of both men with her.  Is this what it would be like all the time.  The two of them consuming her with their passion.  They barely needed to touch her and she was in fla
mes.

Brin rocked against Jessie
’s hand sensually.  He inserted another finger and placed his thumb at the top of her slit.  Rubbing down slowly finding her already swollen nub.  With low murmurs of approval, he guided her to quicken her pace.  She was moving, fucking herself against his hand while Grant made love to her mouth.

She gasped in surprise as she felt Grant run a hand over her straining nipple.  Oh my God, they were going to drive her crazy.  Slowly, Grant trailed his fingers from one side to the
other, making her focus on his touch, while Jessie pulled his fingers out and began teasing her clit.

Jessie pressed his body against her back, his thick
, hard cock against her ass while his fingers circled her clit, and he whispered, “You want both of us, don’t you honey?  Right now all you can think of is how we will feel inside you, both of us making love to you at the same time, only focused on your happiness.”

It was too much, being woken by them touching her, whispering to her, she could feel their de
sire swirling around her, engulfing her.  Their groans of pleasure at the sight of her.  How could she not be aroused?  She felt a tingling at her core as Grant pulled back, and leaned over, sucking one of her nipples in his mouth suddenly, and it was all it took for a small ripple to flow through her.

“
That’s it, sweetheart, just feel for us,” Jessie whispered.

Grant laid back and pulled her with him so she was laying on top of him.  He continued his onslaught on her breasts as Jessie moved and helped her
straddle Grant's waist.  His cock was at her opening, in the perfect spot for her to sink right on him, and she did, feeling every single ripple as he filled her.

Brin threw her head back and moaned, “
So good.”

Jessie kissed her neck as he moved behind he
r.  She tensed with the knowledge of what they wanted.

“
Ahhh, sweetheart, right there, give Jessie a chance to get you ready,” Grant whispered.  “Then we will take you to heaven.”

Jessie ran a hand down her back and stopped when he reached the top of her a
ss.  “You have no idea the things I want to do to this ass.  I can imagine you bent over the kitchen table, and fucking you until you scream my name when you are cooking dinner for us.”

“
Or, in the shower, having you brace your hands against the wall and taking your pussy from behind,” Grant whispered and ran a tongue across her nipple.  Brin could only picture what they were describing.

She heard the pop of a lid and the cool gel being spread against her rear, but she focused on the images they were putti
ng in her head instead of the feel of Jessie’s fingers moving to her back entrance.

“
How about on the balcony, you could hold on to the rail, with Grant in front of you, I can see you sucking his cock while I fuck your sweet ass,” Jessie whispered and pushed a finger into her. 

Brin moaned and pushed back, wanting more from them.  She needed them to take her, prove that she was theirs and theirs alone.  Grant held her hips so she couldn
’t move, and she grew frustrated as Jessie inserted another finger, stretching her.  The burn only heightened her pleasure as he made her ready to take him for the first time there.

It felt so good, “
Relax, baby, you can take us.  You were made for us.”

Brin could only nod as he moved
slowly and took his fingers out of her, then moved behind her.  It was time, she knew it, the anticipation was driving her mad.  She was shaking, pleasure, pain, how would it feel?

The head of his cock was finally pressing against her backside, pushing aga
inst the tight ring of her muscles until she felt the small pop and he was sliding in.

Grant groaned as she felt the tightness of her pussy grow even snugger as his friend slid in next to him.  Brin shook a little with the intense feeling and Jessie hung o
n to her.

“
Move,” she pleaded and both of the men chuckled but compiled to her demand.

Jessie pulled out slowly and then they worked together
, sliding in and out opposite of each other, driving her crazy until she thought she was going to come apart.  The feelings she was having were amazing.  Each of them claiming a piece of her heart as they treated her as if she was the most important thing in the world to them.  This is what she craved, the feeling of completeness.

“
I can’t hold off,” Grant yelled and held onto her hips as she moved with them and they stroked her fires taking her higher and higher.

“
Me either,” Jessie gritted out.

“
I love you,” Brin cried as she fell over the cliff knowing they would catch her.  Their combined passion taking her to a place she had never even knew existed. 

Both men cried their love as they came inside of her, exploding yet another orgasm from inside her…

Damn it
, Brin thought as she shot out of bed.  That dream had been so real, she threw herself back on the bed and moaned with the unfulfilled desire inside her.  She had had similar dreams over the weeks but never that detailed and they never felt that real.  Those two men were going to be the death of her. 
What had woken her though?
she wondered.  A small whimper came from the corner.  "I am a terrible mother," Brin huffed aloud as she rose from the bed and went to her son.