The American Soldier Collection 3: Amazing Grace (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

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Grace had a terrible headache. Dinner was spent alone as the men were busy on the phone and computers. Something was happening, but they still didn’t let her in on it. She supposed that they had a point. She wasn’t law enforcement. Plus, whatever information they were discovering, they didn’t feel she could assist with. She was leaning her head back against the pillow on the couch when she heard the voice.

“Maybe you should head up to bed. Get a good night’s rest. In the bathroom upstairs you’ll find aspirin in the medicine cabinet,” Sandman told her as she stared at him a moment. She hadn’t even heard him approach. It was probably due to his military training. Her belly muscles tightened. Instead of being annoyed she was aroused. She stood up from the couch.

“Thanks for everything, Sandman. I appreciate your sacrifices. I’m sure it’s hard letting a stranger into your home.” She saw a change in his eyes but then quickly it vanished.

“We’re not strangers anymore. Remember you’re in my personal protective custody program and I did act as your body armor twice.”

She wondered if he was flirting or trying to make up for earlier. She wasn’t certain and figured the best thing to do was go to bed and hope that tomorrow was better.

“Good night.”

She turned and walked out of the room

* * * *

Sandman stayed up a little longer, wondering about Grace, her life and why the killer was so interested in her. He worked on his computer trying to still find a link or some clue he may have missed. His brothers were doing the same and trying to find the connection between the murdered women and the other murders that had been taking place in Houston. It seemed to him that those three victims were connected to the community and building corps for the affordable housing project. Right now it all seemed like coincidence. Nothing concrete linked these people.

As Sandman went over the pictures of the other female victims he could see the same resemblances. All the victims had brown hair, were tall, very beautiful, like models. They all had very good professions or at least high-paying professions and were single.

He looked over the crime scenes again, noting that the killer both strangled his victims and stabbed them with a very sharp, long tool of some kind.

He restrained them by using rope or handcuffs. It seemed like he victimized them in one location then dumped their bodies somewhere else. He had a place he liked to perform his acts and Sandman felt it needed to be nearby. Perhaps he had more than one place considering he had killed in other states.

“Going over the pictures again?” Big Jay asked as he sat down by the island in the kitchen.

Sandman ran his fingers through his hair as Duke walked in next.

“I can’t look at these anymore. You know what I see?” he asked as he turned the laptop toward Duke and Big Jay. They both looked at the collage of pictures. He watched Big Jay’s eyes widen then darken in anger.

“Grace?”

“Exactly. They look very similar to Grace. They’re professional, too, just like she is,” Sandman added.

“Shit.” Big Jay stood up and paced the room. “She could be the main victim he’s after, Sandman. He’ll want to find her and have her.”

“I still believe there is a connection to the affordable housing. That information Jim sent us from Donald has clues in it. Could this guy who harassed the builders and Donald be the same person who is killing these women?” Duke asked.

“That’s what we need to find out. I asked Jim and Teddy to check out the members of the fundraising committee associated with Reyas Developing. Maybe that will give us some insight.”

* * * *

Grace lay sleeping, tossing and turning as the day’s events replayed in her mind. She was frantic and running for her life as the killer began chasing her.

In her dreams she saw him, without a face, but he was mocking her, calling her names as he held her sister Clara by the throat.

Grace was calling out her sister’s name as she watched the killer stab Clara multiple times. She watched, unable to move a muscle as the killer plunged the knife into Clara’s body. He turned to look at Grace.
“You’re next.”

Grace was screaming, kicking, and punching as the killer attacked her in her dreams. She couldn’t get away from him. He was too strong.

* * * *

From the other room Sandman could hear Grace’s screams and rushed into her room, gun drawn and ready.

His brothers were on his heels as they infiltrated the bedroom, too.

He was in soldier mode as he scanned the area, zeroed in on a half-dressed Grace tossing and turning on the bed. Big Jay and Duke checked the windows and the bathroom then joined Sandman by the bed. Sandman knew she was having a nightmare as Grace continued to toss and turn, kicking and fighting in her sleep while moaning. The blankets were all over the floor and Grace was wearing a tight V-neck T-shirt and short pink shorts that more closely resembled underwear.

Sandman put down his gun and sat on the bed next to her. She was hysterically crying now, calling out her sister Clara’s name. His heart pounded in his chest and he felt the tightness. It shocked him to care like this and feel so much for a complete stranger. He looked at his brothers, the scowls on their faces as they stood at the edge of the bed watching.

“Grace…Grace, wake up. It’s okay. It’s just a dream.” Sandman spoke to her softly. It took a few attempts, but then she finally opened her eyes. Startled, she sat up in bed, put her hands over her face, and continued to cry. Sandman pulled her into his arms.

She was trembling and sobbing. She had been so strong all week. Even after the reminders of Clara’s murder on TV and the blast in Donald’s office, she had remained strong and composed. He had taken her away from her family, her home, and didn’t even tell her where she was going. He felt terrible for her as he held her tight and whispered softly against her ear and neck.

* * * *

Grace pulled away suddenly realizing she was wearing hardly any clothes and had lost it, emotionally, in front of Sandman.

She tried to get up but he held her still.

“It’s okay, Grace. You’ve been through a great ordeal. Don’t be afraid to let it out.”

Grace held on to his forearms, as she stared at his bare muscular chest.

He sat there so close to her wearing only boxer shorts, with his well-toned, muscular legs showing. He was masculine and rugged looking with a light shadow of a beard.

He locked gazes with her and she shyly turned away, afraid of the arousal and the attraction she felt, only to notice the two large figures, standing at the bottom of the bed. She gasped at the sight. Big Jay and Duke were there as well. They wore only dark boxers and each held a gun in their hands.

“Are you okay, darling?” Big Jay asked while his eyes roamed over her body. She felt her nipples pebble and her pussy clench from their stares. Closing her legs tighter as she knelt on the bed, she began to move to the side and get up. Sandman stopped her.

“Don’t pull away,” he whispered then placed his hand over her waist to the other side of her hip. Slowly she lowered back down to the bed as he pulled her closer to his side. He was leaning over her, her head flat on the pillow, her chest heaving up and down as he stared into her eyes. When he moved his hand to her cheek and caressed the wet tears away, she closed her eyes and felt her body quiver. She had obviously been crying very hard. Even her belly quivered.

“Please, Sandman,” she whispered in a shaky voice, but she didn’t get a response. Not until she opened her eyes right before his lips touched hers.

She absorbed the sensations that attacked her skin, her body, and her soul. His strong hands held her face between them as his tongue explored her mouth. She returned the kisses, turned on, set aflame to the aura of his sex appeal, big muscles and heavy body that now leaned over her smaller frame. She wanted to taste more of him, accept the attraction and desire burning through her bloodstream as she reached up to run fingers through his hair.

He moved his lips off of hers and trailed kisses against the corner of her mouth, her jaw, and then her neck. When he maneuvered his hips between her thighs, she opened for him, instantly feeling the large, hard cock against her needy pussy.

“You taste and feel incredible, Grace. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” he admitted, acknowledging to her that he was feeling just as out of control as she was. Then she felt the bed dip to her right.

Large, thick fingers caressed the hair from her cheeks as she turned from Sandman’s fierce expression toward Duke. Her heart hammered inside of her chest. She knew he and Big Jay were there, too. God, how aroused and excited that made her feel. Was she so desperate for love and attention that she wanted all three men to fuck her?

“Don’t be afraid, angel. We’ve been pussyfooting around this attraction all week. Since the moment you walked into the house I’ve wanted you,” Duke admitted then leaned forward to kiss her cheek before he took her mouth fully.

Simultaneously Sandman caressed her left arm and moved it above her head while Duke explored her mouth. She moaned against his tongue as Sandman sat up and caressed her thighs then her belly, her ribs, until finally cupping her breasts.

She thrust her hips forward and moaned into Duke’s tongue strokes while Sandman squeezed her breasts.

As Duke released her lips, she panted for breath, locked gazes with him, and lost her soul as he smiled. “Oh God, you’re beautiful,” she whispered and he chuckled.

“You’re the beautiful one, darling,” Duke said and Sandman took that moment to pinch her nipple.

“Oh,” she moaned.

“Grace?” She heard Big Jay’s voice and saw him standing by the side of the bed. He placed his weapon down beside his brother’s and stared down at her. He was huge. His upper chest big and bulky, filled with dips like a sculpture.

“We want you, darling. All three of us,” Big Jay said in such a serious tone she was instantly stimulated and a little scared.

These men were large and they represented things she feared. They had power, they were law enforcement, ex-military, resourceful, and so much more. They could truly break her heart into a million pieces that she would never be able to fix.

Sandman caressed her cheek.

“Don’t look so scared. We’re not going to hurt you, darling. This is completely new to us, too.”

“We’ve been on our own, alone for years, Grace. Ain’t no other women been with the three of us together. Ain’t no other woman we’ve ever all wanted together,” Duke added.

“I am scared, but I don’t think I could stop these feelings I have or this need burning inside of me. This is so not typical. Three men and one woman? How can it work? What about jealousy or what if you decide you don’t want me anymore. My heart isn’t normal, it’s broken.” She felt the tear roll down her cheek. Sandman eased his body down hers.

“Shhh, baby, please don’t think that way. Trust us, we’re taking a chance, too,” Duke said then slowly kissed her lips. She reached up and cupped his cheek with her hand. Then with her other hand she reached for Big Jay. When his large hand clasped her much smaller one, she felt the desire and the need for them to make love to her. Then Sandman kissed her bare belly.

“Let us love you, woman, the way you deserve to be loved.”

Her heart soared with desire and excitement. She nodded her head and hoped that she wasn’t making a huge mistake.

* * * *

Sandman smiled then made his way down her belly, taking her skimpy pajama shorts along with him.

As his eyes locked on her pretty bare pussy, his cock stood up at attention staking a claim.

“So soft and nicely trimmed. Just the way I like pussy,” he whispered, allowing his warm breath to collide with her glistening folds.

“Oh God, Sandman,” she said until Big Jay took her mouth and claimed his woman.

Grace lifted her torso, giving Sandman better access to her pussy. He used his fingers to spread her lips and zeroed in on her clitoris. He inhaled her scent and saw her pussy leak as his brothers explored her upper body. He needed to bring her pleasure. He wanted to hear her call his name and his brothers’ names in the heat of sex. The craving was incredible as he licked her from anus to pussy. She shook under him and he maneuvered his fingers into her cunt, pressing into her in slow even strokes. With every in and out thrust she moaned into Big Jay’s mouth and eased her thighs wider.

The sound of her juices covering his fingers stimulated his senses as Sandman lowered his chest between her thighs and replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue.

* * * *

Big Jay just couldn’t seem to get enough of Grace’s mouth. He explored her with his tongue, swallowing her moans as Sandman pleasured her down below. He knew that Duke was sucking on her breast and teasing her nipples as she thrust her hips then her chest upward. Pulling slowly from his mouth, she gasped for air then shook underneath them as her first orgasm hit her.

“Oh God, I can’t take it.” She rolled her head side to side against the pillow. Big Jay laughed.