The American Soldier Collection 3: Amazing Grace (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (18 page)

“You’re glistening already, goddess.”

Even though she was up high, it was the perfect height for Big Jay to align his cock to her pussy and shove in.

She gripped his wrists as he maneuvered his cock through her pussy muscles before reaching as deeply as he could go. He closed his eyes and remained still a moment as if he really had been waiting all day to be inside of her. The thought fed her ego and washed away earlier thoughts of him going to town to see some another woman. There was no way he did that.

He pulled out then shoved back in before he reached down and held her hips in place. He pulled her a little further off the counter then stroked her pussy slowly.

“So fucking tight and wet. I love watching my cock disappearing into your pussy, woman.”

When she glanced up toward him then down where her pussy and his cock met, she felt the cream drip down her ass.

She widened her thighs.

“I want to try something, baby. I want to fuck your ass, just like this,” he said as he pulled out then slowly pushed back into her pussy. He ran a finger down her thighs and below to her puckered hole.

“Fuck, you’re wet. I don’t have any lube, baby. Me and my brothers have never shared a woman before or brought any women up here.”

“Oh God, try it. I want to, please,” she begged. His words meant more to her than he would ever know. This was special. This thing between them was incredible. She wanted to try anal sex. She wanted so much right now it was almost painful.

He pressed a finger to her ass as he pumped his cock into her pussy. As he pushed into her, she moaned louder.

“Do it, Jay. Do it,” she told him. He pulled his cock from her pussy.

“Nice and easy, baby. Fuck, you’ve got me so hard, baby.” She felt the tip of his cock against her puckered hole. She tried to relax but she was so thrilled with trying this and holding on to the connection and emotions she felt right now. He pressed deeper and she felt her inner muscles pulling him, trying to get him in deeper.

“Oh God, it burns,” she said but then reached down to touch her pussy. It felt so swollen and needy.

“Holy fuck, we’re having Grace for appetizer,” Duke said as he walked into the kitchen.

“She needs us both, Duke. Fuck, her ass is so damn tight.”

In a flash Duke was by the counter and his finger pressed into her pussy as he licked and sucked a nipple into his mouth. She thrust upward as she screamed sending Jay into her ass balls deep and lubricating both passages.

“Holy shit,” Duke said.

Grace looked at Big Jay’s intense red face.

“Fuck, she’s too tight. I’m too turned on. Fuck.” He pulled out, pushed back in then exploded inside of her ass.

“Fuck, baby!” he yelled as Duke pulled his fingers from her pussy while Big Jay pulled Grace into his arms.

She was panting for air but heard Duke behind her.

“I need her. Now.”

Big Jay kissed her nose and then her lips while she embraced his shoulders, and she felt complete and ready for Duke next.

Big Jay turned her toward Duke who looked almost savage as the need in his eyes dominated all the other emotions on his face.

“Bend over that table, Grace. Make it fast.”

She didn’t hesitate even though her legs shook.

She lay over the table and felt his hands on her hips then his cock between her wet folds. In one swift motion Duke pressed his cock to her pussy and shoved in.

She gripped the table, her breasts flat against the wood and moaned in pleasure. “Oh God, Duke, this is wild. Holy crap,” she said and both he and Big Jay chuckled. Duke was relentless with his strokes just the way she needed him to be. She had such a desire inside of her as she pressed back, counterthrusting to his strokes.

“So fucking good, baby. You’re gorgeous and I love this ass,” Duke said, and she felt the palms of his hand move up and down her back and spine then over her ass. He squeezed the cheeks as he spread them, pulled out of her pussy and thrust back in. He kept doing that, making her body cream and erupt with tiny explosions. When she felt his finger against the tight bud she thrust back, wanting it.

Duke pulled out, drew her hips back off the table farther then pressed into her ass slowly. He was so big, too big to fit in such a place and she moaned and tightened.

“Easy, baby. Nice and slow.” He panted and then pressed a finger to her pussy. As Duke applied pressure against her clit, he pushed a little deeper into her ass. She wiggled her hips and felt the flow of cream release again.

“Oh God.” She moaned and he thrust all the way into her ass with his cock while his fingers thrust into her pussy. Both holes were filled and somehow the man maintained a sequence of thrusts with fingers and cock into both holes. Over and over his hips and cock shoved into her. She wiggled and thrust back and down, trying to fill the need swarming around her.

They were both moaning and so in tune to the connection that they lost control together. He thrust and exploded. She followed suit then he hugged her from behind as he kissed along every bit of her skin from shoulders to spine and ended kissing her ass cheeks as he pulled out from her body.

* * * *

Duke pulled Grace into his arms and hugged her to him. Big Jay kissed her shoulders and held her as well. Sandwiched between them Duke realized that the more they shared her together, the more he was committed to making this type of relationship work. He spoke with Big Jay and Sandman this morning while Grace showered. The energy and connection between the four of them was spectacular. He never felt so close to his brothers or to another human being like he did when they were all together with Grace. He didn’t want to lose this connection and bond. And even though it had only been days into this exploration, he was beginning to panic that it could not last. Especially after his conversation with Grace about an upcoming photo shoot in Milan. What if the killer wasn’t caught yet? Did she think they would allow her to leave? She couldn’t. They wouldn’t take the chance in losing her.

Slowly they released her and helped her get dressed as Big Jay looked for a wine bottle opener. Then Sandman came into the kitchen. He didn’t look happy, but immediately put on a happy face for Grace. Duke felt his gut clench. His instincts were never wrong.

* * * *

Big Jay located a solid silver wine bottle opener from the small fancy wooden box that sat on the counter.

He poured them each a glass of white wine then leaned across the counter to take a piece of sliced mozzarella cheese.

Big Jay watched her as she cut and diced, sautéed and located everything she needed in their kitchen. He admired her ability to adapt quickly and focus all of her attention on the task at hand. She seemed to be enjoying herself a little and he smiled hoping it was because she felt safe with him and his brothers. The way she awoke in such a fragile and frightened state last night had done a number on his insides.

She covered the chicken with the concoction she created in the frying pan then added a jar of gourmet baby peas. As she closed the oven door, she turned to look at him and Duke who were both staring.

“You’re going to love this,” she said as she began preparing a bag of chicken-flavored rice. Then she started slicing mozzarella again and handed a piece to Big Jay and then Duke.

Duke took a piece of mozzarella and fed it to Grace.

“Do all of you know how to cook or do you have someone that cooks for you?” she asked them. Was she trying not to sound like she was being nosy or asking straight out if they were involved with someone?

Big Jay smiled then took her hand and brought her knuckles up to his lips to kiss them. He looked down into her eyes.

“Why don’t you just ask us directly if we’re involved with someone? You’ve been pretty direct so far, Grace,” he challenged as he released her hand then reached to the counter to take a sip of his wine. She was silent as she did the same.

“I assumed that the three of you must be very popular with the ladies. Perhaps one of them comes over from time to time and cooks for y’all when you’re here.” She shyly looked away, placed her glass onto the counter and began to wipe down the counter with a dishtowel.

Big Jay put down his wine glass and took Grace’s hand from the towel. He put it up to his lips and kissed the top of her fingertips. Then he reached around her waist and pulled her toward him. She felt so petite and delicate in his arms, yet her curves were obvious and his body reacted.

Looking into her eyes, he smiled softly. “We’re not involved with anyone, Grace, and we all enjoy cooking. It’s actually one of my hobbies, but I like the fact that you were a little jealous,” he teased her then clutched her waist firmer, causing her breasts to collide with his belly.

“Who said I was jealous? I have no right to be.” She looked up into his eyes.

“I make you nervous, don’t I?” Big Jay asked her.

“No you don’t,” she said, voice quivering as she stared up into his eyes. He placed his finger gently against her lips to stop her from trying to deny it.

He took a moment to look at her closely. She was shy and gorgeous. She had perfect skin, perfect white teeth, and an infectious smile.

“You’re so stunning, so young and sexy.” His hand brushed against her cheek then to the back of her head, which he cradled in his hand.

Big Jay sensed Duke moving behind Grace and placing his hands on her shoulders. “You’re the only one, Grace. We’ve never brought a woman here,” Duke stated. Her eyes widened as if she were unsure if Duke were lying or not. “The three of us have never shared a woman before either,” Big Jay told her then leaned down and kissed her lips. He had been with other women, none as young as Grace and none more compelling. Grace was strong, independent, and acted as though she needed no one to help her.

There was so much about her that he admired, and he wanted to know her better, learn everything about her. For the first time in years he was the one pursuing instead of the one being pursued.

“Is dinner ready?” Sandman asked.

“Yes, and I’m looking forward to dessert,” Big Jay said then winked at Grace, making her blush before she shyly turned away and checked on the meal.

* * * *

The four of them sat around the island in the kitchen eating and talking. Grace was happy that they complimented her cooking and truly seemed to be enjoying themselves. It was funny to watch the three tough, big men banter over silly things like who was responsible for what chores. It was crazy when the conversation turned to who could shoot a gun farther and with more accuracy.

She chuckled as she took a sip from her wine glass.

“Hey, Grace, you have brothers. Did you argue with them or did you always get along?” Duke asked and the others became silent.

“We had our moments but for the most part we got along great.”

“Oh sure, you never argued or stopped speaking to any of them for days?” Big Jay asked. She shook her head.

“My dad got sick with cancer when I was young. It was tough on my mom trying to raise five kids herself. We didn’t want to make matters worse so we really tried our hardest to behave. I think that’s why we’re so close to one another now, too.”

Big Jay smiled at her but Sandman looked serious.

“Your family does seem very close. I didn’t know about your father. If you don’t mind me asking, why did you leave them, Grace?”

She took a deep breath then looked at each of them. “It wasn’t an easy decision. My sister Clara and I looked like twins. So often people would confuse us, calling us by the other person’s name. We were only fourteen months apart and were very close.” She paused a moment.

“After she was murdered, my family life turned into a complete mess. It’s not something everyone can understand or comprehend. There’s a big difference between someone dying from an illness, disease or even an accident, than someone being murdered. Clara was alive one moment and the next she was dead. She was robbed of everything. The rest of us were alive.” She looked away from him.

She felt Big Jay place a hand on her knee. She turned to look at him.

“You shouldn’t feel guilty because Clara was killed and you’re alive.”

“You don’t understand, Big Jay. I can’t help but to feel guilty. Part of why I left was the guilt I felt looking like her, feeling I had to act like her. It’s what my family wanted. Everything I did was compared to Clara. The way I even combed my hair, or walked down the street. Everyone including my family did that to me. At first I didn’t mind, believe me it made me feel even closer to Clara, but then it got crazy. I started to feel as if I didn’t exist. Can you understand what I mean?” she asked him.

“Yes. I think I do. You were feeling smothered and controlled which made you feel out of control and dependent. You started to give in to them treating you like Clara instead of remembering that you were Grace, your own person,” Sandman said.

She was shocked at his response.

She smiled at him softly.

“Exactly. God, I wish I met you two years ago. It’s like you understand because you feel or felt the same way yourself once,” she said to him.