The American Soldier Collection 3: Amazing Grace (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (22 page)

“Oh yeah, baby. You like when we play with your tits don’t you?”

“Yes.”

She felt Sandman’s hands pressing her back lower and Big Jay scooted the bench closer. As she thrust her hips up and down, she turned to see Big Jay holding his cock. She stared at the size of it and wondered how the hell that fit inside of her. She licked her lips. “That’s right, darling. This is for you.” Big Jay moved his cock closer and she stuck her tongue out to take a little taste. Duke thrust upward and Sandman began to play with her anus.

“Oh.” She began to moan when Jay pressed his cock between her lips. She accepted his move, relished in the sweet, musky taste of male flesh, then tried to remain calm. Sandman was pressing a second digit into her ass and Duke was playing with her breasts.

“We want you at the same time. Each of us inside of you together, connected as one,” Sandman whispered. She moaned a response, and Big Jay chuckled. He caressed her hair then stroked his cock deeper.

“Just like that, baby. Suck it all in. Make me yours.” Big Jay’s words were shockingly arousing. She began to find a rhythm, a way to accept his length and girth without feeling panicked for air. She relaxed her throat just as Sandman replaced his fingers with his cock.

The three of them took over control of her body and she wasn’t complaining. She felt so feminine and comparable to some sex goddess who could satisfy three men’s hunger with her body alone. The three of them made love to her in such a way she wondered if they had some magical powers only brothers could have.

Duke held her hips as she moved her mouth back and forth over Big Jay’s cock. Sandman gripped her hair and leaned over her, his cock deep in her ass.

“Damn, Grace, you drive me fucking crazy.” He nipped her ear as she moaned against Big Jay’s cock.

“Fuck, brother, keep it up. Her mouth feels so incredible sucking my cock. I’m coming, baby.” Big Jay thrust faster and Sandman held her there while Duke thrust up and down.

She was losing her strength, her ability to remain upright as Big Jay exploded inside her mouth. She swallowed as quickly as she could, wanting to taste every bit of him and satisfy him. He made a noise as he pulled from her mouth. “Damn, baby, that was fucking hot.” Big Jay sat down on the bench and leaned back. She was trying to catch her breath when she felt Duke begin a series of hard upward thrusts while Sandman remained still in her ass.

“Oh God, I can’t take it. I’m losing my strength,” she admitted.

“Hold on, baby, we’re almost there,” Duke said as he pumped faster. She fell to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and continued his thrusts as Sandman grabbed ahold of her hips and pounded into her from behind. They were all moaning and panting. “Oh!” She screamed her release.

“Damn.” Duke roared and Sandman continued his strokes then shoved into her hard, exploding into her ass. The three of them lay still, catching their breath as the sounds of water flowing, birds singing, and the peacefulness of the seclusion around them took place of their moaning and thrusts.

“Sweet mother of God, you’re incredible. That was incredible,” Duke said as he cupped her face between his hands and kissed her hard on the mouth. She started to lift up as Sandman began to ease out of her.

“Slow down, sweetheart. Let Duke carry you inside,” he said in that commanding bossy tone of his. But this time, she accepted it and allowed him and his brothers to take care of her while she closed her eyes and rested.

* * * *

Sarah and Eric turned on the news after breakfast. The reporters were talking about Maggie and the serial killer. He had put himself in a new category of Cop Killer and the public was scared. It hit Sarah hard as the reporter stated that the killer was looking for Grace Thompson.

“Sources close to the investigation say that Grace Thompson has been placed in protective custody for her safety, and our sources say she is still in the state of Texas and merely a half an hour’s plane ride away. More information is being verified at this time and I will have the latest for you as soon as I can,” the reporter said as she continued the news report.

“Oh my God, Eric, someone found out where she is. The killer.” Sarah began to say but Eric cut her off.

“It’s all right, Sarah, she’s going to be fine. She’s with the investigator and the reporter didn’t say they knew Grace’s exact location,” Eric told her as the phone began to ring in the kitchen.

Sarah picked it up and Frank called to see if she’d heard the report.

“Donald is pissed off right now along with the agents. We don’t know who’s leaking the information, Mom. Sandstone made sure none of us knew where she was headed. As far as I know, Grace doesn’t even know where she is,” Frank told her as he continued to calm his mother down.

“What about Grace? Does she know about the reports?” Sarah asked.

“No she doesn’t. Jim is going to contact Sandstone and let him know. I told him they should keep the information from Grace. If she finds out, then she’ll want to come home,” Frank said.

“You’re right, Frank. She would want to come home. Do you think she’ll be safe with him?” she asked her son.

“Yeah, Mom. He’ll keep her safe, I’m sure of it,” Frank stated confidently. They talked a few more minutes, then he hung up the phone.

* * * *

“This is bad news, Jim. Does Sandman know about the news report this morning? How could this happen?” Agent Burbank, the senior investigator with the FBI, asked Detective Jim Warner.

“I just got off the phone with Sandstone, sir. He’s going to keep the information away from Miss Thompson. She’s having a hard time dealing with her brother’s girlfriend’s death. She wants to come back home. Sandstone said he could handle it. I don’t know who leaked the information, but I’m going to find out,” Jim stated.

“This case is getting worse by the week. Now this sicko kills a cop. Have you got any other leads?” Senior Investigator Burbank asked.

“No, sir. Not right now. Sandstone did say that Grace was possibly onto something. He’ll call with more updates as they become available. Meanwhile we’re still looking closely at her sister’s case. We’re going to reinterview some of the people who were questioned the first time around. Maybe we’ll find something there. Also, those other murders that Sandstone think may be connected were all associated with one another through volunteer communities. Either they helped organize, gain funds, or fought for government funding for projects together. Not sure if that’s a link or if they just all happen to be good citizens,” Jim explained. “It’s something Sandstone was figuring out.”

“Well, I’ve known Sandman for quite some time. The man knows how to solve the unsolvable. If he thinks there’s a connection then let’s start putting some serious manpower on that idea. Let me know if you need the agents’ help.”

“I will, sir. Thank you.”

“Okay. Give Sandstone my best when you speak to him next. If you need anything else just call me.”

* * * *

Sandman listened as Grace talked to his brothers about photography and working with models. He listened to the way she described her profession and the environment she worked in.

She was an amazing young woman. She had gone through so much in such a short amount of time. She was strong and independent, not wanting to rely on anyone for help or get too close for that matter.

He did though. He was slowly beginning to tear down that wall. She was so beautiful, so sexy, and he wondered if any relationship would continue after the case was over. He had his fears about commitment as well but that was before he met Grace. He had been so afraid to get close to any one woman. He saw the struggles in the relationship between his father and his mother. He didn’t want that kind of life. His father put the Marine Corps first and there was always another mission. While other husbands were beginning to plan for retirement or slow down a little, his father was determined to volunteer for more missions. One more dangerous than the next. He had no problem leaving his wife and he never gave it a second thought. His mother was very strong and so supportive, yet she cried continually fearing for her husband’s life, having difficulty dealing with the loneliness.

He felt that was what actually killed her. She became depressed and eventually mentally unstable. She didn’t have any problems with her heart but it just gave out on her one day. The doctors said it was a stroke but he felt she died from a broken heart. His father hadn’t even made it to her funeral. He was on some crazy mission and there was no way to contact him. The thoughts angered Sandman all over again. The relationship between him and his father began to weaken and he lost respect for him. While others would compliment Sandman on his father’s heroic accomplishments, he would just nod his head, give a courteous thank-you, and hope he wouldn’t turn out to be just like him. His brothers felt the same way. It must have really sent his mom over the edge when all three sons decided to follow in their father’s path. They were young. They weren’t committed to anything other than the Corps. That was life as a Marine.

He could have easily become his father. Sandman loved taking on any and every possible mission or extra training missions he could. He wanted to stay clear of his father and clear of any intimate relationships. They saw each other briefly between missions and avoided any conversations that involved their emotions or his mother.

Big Jay and Duke were all Sandman had in the world. They decided to retire from the service and settle down, commit to one location. So what that it was amongst other service men and women in a community of first responders? They loved their jobs and that was what scared him about Grace.

The way she described what she did and her desire to continue put any ideas of long-term commitment out of the equation. She traveled to work in Europe. The last time he was overseas, he was nearly killed by terrorists.

He looked at Grace again, grateful that their lives were thrown together. She was a lot like him and his brothers. She was so strong on the outside but inside she was afraid, not wanting to take chances with herself physically or emotionally, yet she still left her family, left the country, and pursued an exciting career. He wanted to know everything about her but they needed to focus on the case. He needed to protect her and he would do more than that. He was in love with her and would have to submerge those feelings if he was to stay focused and alert.

That thought was clarified when he got a call from Jim Warner informing him that information was leaked about Grace’s whereabouts. He agreed to keep Grace in the dark but he wouldn’t be able to stop her from watching the TV. She would want to go home, and of course he would refuse to take her. Sandman smiled to himself as something she said made both of his brothers laugh.

“What kind of stories are you telling them?” Sandman asked.

“She is one funny little lady. I’ll tell you,” Big Jay said then wiped the tears of laughter away from his eyes.

Grace was smiling as she helped Duke with the tray of sandwiches.

“What did Jim want this morning?” she asked as she sat down next to Big Jay at the wooden table on the porch.

“He just wanted to update me on the investigation back home. Nothing’s new,” Sandman replied as he avoided eye contact with her. Lying to Grace was more difficult than he thought it would be.

Grace took notice and so did his brothers.

“Sandman?” She touched his hand, stopping him from lifting his sandwich.

She looked into his eyes and he knew he was in for it.

“I know you’re not telling me something. What’s going on? What happened at home?”

“Nothing happened at home, Grace. I told you that,” he said to her but she wouldn’t budge.

“You’re afraid I’ll make you take me home, aren’t you?” she asked him as Duke and Big Jay watched and listened.

“You can’t make me do any such thing. Now leave it alone, Grace. If there’s something you need to know, I’ll be the one to tell you,” he replied firmly.

Grace stared at him a moment and realized he was serious and she dropped the subject.

“I think we should focus on Grace’s profile of the killer,” Big Jay said.

“My profile?” she asked.

Sandman explained her theory as well as the similar patterns in each crime scene.

“I asked Jim to look into the other suspects from the other cases. Maybe something will come up from that,” Sandman said, still recalling that conversation and also how Grace’s location could have been compromised.

“What about the letters? Anything ring a bell there for Grace?” Duke asked.

Sandman never told Grace about the letters. He knew the latest one would upset her.

“What letters?” she asked, and Duke looked at Sandman, knowing he fucked up.

“Oh I must be thinking about something else. I’m sorry,” Duke said as he rose from his chair to clear his plate.

“Nice try, Duke. What letters, Sandman?” Grace asked. She held his gaze and he wished he could lie to her.

There was no use in lying now, so Sandman told her about the poems left at the last few crime scenes.

She was hesitant a moment and he hoped for a second that she would decline seeing them. No such luck.

“Can I see them?”