Faithful in Pleasure (14 page)

She shifted her legs slightly apart and lifted her hands to skim up her belly and cup her breasts, offering the globes to them. “I want to feel your cum on me. I want you to cover me in it.”

They groaned and pumped their dicks faster.

“Oh, yeah. Paint me in your cum.” She licked her lips and ran her thumbs over her nipples. “Mark me.”

Houston pointed his cock toward her chest and came with a roar of pleasure. He hit the top of her breasts with the first jet of semen, then placed a second on her stomach. Cruz joined him, hitting her on the cheek first, then just above her breasts. Darius coated her stomach and thighs. She used her hands to rub it in, coating her skin and fingers with their seed. They groaned with their releases, their eyes showing their possessiveness of her. Watching them, she lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked some of the cum off, moaning with pleasure at the taste.

“Stay with us?” Houston asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, wondering if he was asking for the night or more.

“Then, since it’s still my date night, I get to claim showering with you,” Houston said with a laugh and scooped her up in his arms.

She laughed as Darius and Cruz grumbled and complained it wasn’t fair. But she could see they were just teasing. Houston wasn’t even concerned with the fact she’d pretty much been bathed in their cum. He just scooped her up close and headed to the bathroom, sitting her on the closed toilet seat while he turned to start the water.

“Body wash is men’s,” he commented. “I think I’ll like smelling my soap on you. Sexy.”

She smiled, her eyes firmly on the tight globes of his perfect ass. Man, she was one lucky woman to have the three of them in her bed.

“Water’s ready.”

“Do you have a toothbrush I can use tonight?”

“Yep.” He crossed and opened a cabinet, pulling two towels out, an unopened toothbrush, and a washcloth. He put the towels out for them and handed her the toothbrush, keeping the cloth in his hands.

“Go ahead. I’ll join you in just a minute,” she said. She needed a moment to herself to soak in everything that had happened today. She’d quit her job. It had been long overdue, but still. She needed a moment to take a deep breath and process everything.

She caught Houston’s movement out of the corner of her eye as he stepped behind the curtain and pulled it closed. His groan of pleasure filled the air, as well as the steam from the shower.

She took her time brushing her teeth and used some of his mouthwash as well, before joining him. He turned to her immediately, suds dripping down his chest and stomach from the soapy cloth.

“Turn around,” he told her, and she gave him her back, moaning as he moved the cloth over her skin, even reaching down to get the back of her legs. “Turn,” he said again, and she faced him.

He took his time washing her front, being very thorough at her breasts and between her thighs before dropping down again and this time lifting her feet one at a time to cleanse them.

“I could get used to this,” she purred.

“I hope so,” Houston murmured as he rose to his feet, larger than life in front of her.

“What makes me so special? Why do the three of you want me?”

The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

“Because you’re you. You’re beautiful, and not just your body, but inside, where it counts most. You’re open and honest, willing to put yourself out there, and faithful to those who are important to you.”

She leaned into him, lifting her head to hold his gaze as his arms came around her. “I’m a little scared,” she confessed.

“I assure you, we all are.”

“I didn’t think Marines knew fear.”

“We know it. We just don’t let it stop us.”

“So this…us…the four of us. Are you planning to stay here? Make a life here?”

He nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“All it takes is one word from you, and you’ll have the three of us underfoot for as long as you allow us.”

“One word, huh?” she asked with a smile.

He nodded. “One word and we stop waiting and start planning.”

“Planning?”

“Your happily ever after.” He bent to brush his lips across hers. “One dream at a time. We’ll do our all to make them come true for you.”

She felt the tears burn in the back of her eyes and dropped her head to his chest. Everything she wanted was right here, within the grasp of her fingers, just waiting for her to reach out and take it. She thought of the joy and love in Deja’s eyes every time she spoke of her three doctors. Melda knew a relationship like the one they were discussing was possible; that happiness could be theirs.

She also knew once she committed herself to them and what they offered, there would be no going back for her.

“What about the three of you? Will you be open and honest? Willing to put yourselves out there? And faithful?”

“We’re Marines. Being faithful is who we are.” He tilted her face up, so her eyes met his gaze again. “We each fell in love with the woman who wrote the letters, who shared little pieces of herself with a soldier just hoping to brighten his day. And you did. We anticipated every mail call, hoping a new letter would arrive. We lived for those letters and made plans to come home to find you, woo you, and claim you.”

“Then I guess there’s only one thing I can do.”

“What’s that?”

Tomorrow was supposed to be her day, but if she did this, if she grabbed for this, then every tomorrow would be her day. All she had to do was take a risk. Take the biggest chance of her life. And believe in love.

“Say yes.”

Chapter Nine

Melda couldn’t believe how much things had changed for her in the last few months. She had a new job as the co-owner of Davis Properties. The guys had jumped in and bought several fixer-up projects, but instead of selling, they’d let her manage them, renting them out as offices or apartments, depending on the building and code. She’d insisted on investing with them as well, making her a full partner with them. Needless to say, she no longer minded if she got her ass patted at work.

Deja and Skye couldn’t believe she’d finally quit, and thankfully, they both liked Darius, Cruz, and Houston. They’d even gotten together with Deja and her three guys. Lots of testosterone at those times. Luckily, they all seemed to get along and she’d even heard them making plans to get together without the women. It was almost too much happiness to accept. But she was taking every bit of it and not letting go.

“Hey, Melda,” Darius called as he walked into their office. “You’ll never believe who just called.”

“Who?”

“Your former dickhead boss,” Houston said as he followed Darius in.

“I still think we should quietly make him disappear somewhere,” Cruz offered with a grunt. “We’ve got skills. No one would ever know.”

She was almost afraid he wasn’t joking. “So what did he want?”

“To make us an offer. He heard you were opening your own management company, and suddenly, he’s looking to retire and move on. Wondered if we’d be interested in buying him out.”

“Are you serious?” She was practically bouncing, thinking of all her buildings, her beautiful buildings. They’d be hers again. She’d be able to make all the upgrades she wanted to with no one to tell her no.

She glanced at the guys. Well, they might argue with her if they thought her choices were wrong. But they wouldn’t just say no. “What do you think? Does it look doable? Do we have the assets to buy him out?”

“I told him to send over the information. Asking price, property list, and values. We’ll probably have to speak with the bank, but I don’t think it will be a problem,” Houston assured her. “We’ll look it over when we get the information from him.”

“Are you ready to call it a day?” Darius asked as he stretched, flexing that amazing body of his and making her mouth water.

Melda nodded. “I was just closing down the computer and planning to go find you.”

Cruz walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Do you know how crazy you make me?” he whispered the question in her ear.

“How crazy?” she purred.

“Every time I see you, I want to touch you, feel your skin under my fingers. I want to taste your lips, lick my way down your body, and feast on the sweet honey of your pussy. Then I want to bend you over and work my cock inside you.”

“Even when I’m wearing a tool belt and working alongside you? When I’m hot and sweaty?”

All three men groaned.

“Especially then,” Darius answered for them.

“Let’s go home,” Houston said.

“Don’t you think we should christen the office? I mean,” she patted her hands on the solid oak of her desk, “this seems pretty stable to me. I could ease my skirt up and let you discover if I’m wearing panties or not.”

Her men perked up, and Cruz rubbed his rock hard cock against her ass. “You’re not wearing panties?”

“You’ll have to discover that for yourselves.”

“Lock the door,” Houston ordered, and Darius took off at a near run.

She laughed as Cruz pushed her forward, forcing her to catch the top of the desk with her hands. He grasped the edge of her skirt and began easing it up. She was glad this was a day when she could dress up, where she had worked exclusively in the office and not on the properties. She’d grown to love the way their eyes lit up when they were shown a little leg.

His hands brushed the bottom of her ass cheeks, his groan filling the air. With a quick jerk, he had her skirt flipped over her ass and bunched at her waist.

“God, you are so fucking incredible,” Houston murmured, his voice rich with lust and desire.
For her
.

She’d been afraid at first, that the intensity of their lovemaking would lessen the more time they spent together. But it hadn’t. If anything, it was growing. Even casual touches ignited their blood, and if opportunity presented, they found themselves wrapped in each other, oblivious to the rest of the world. One of them, two of them, all of them. She had it all, and every day only got better than the last.

Cruz’s fingers speared deep, and she shifted forward with a moan, arching her hips up as he pumped inside her.

“Yes,” she moaned. “God, yes. Take me. Right here. Right now.”

Cruz’s hand left her, and she was jerked up and turned around. They made quick work of stripping her from her clothes until she stood in nothing but her heels. Darius lifted her to sit on the edge of the desk and kissed her breathless. Her hands wrapped around his broad shoulders and held tight.

She couldn’t stop touching him, could never get enough of touching all of them. She slid her hands down across his chest, over his taut abdomen, until she found the button of his jeans and popped it free. His cock was already a hard length promising untold pleasures as soon as she could free it. Gently, she eased his zipper down and felt the bulge of his dick brush the back of her fingers, making them both groan.

“Condom,” he moaned and held his hand out. Houston slapped one in Darius’ palm and she took it from him once he tore it open.

She rolled it on quickly, while he shoved his jeans and boxer briefs further down his thighs. She wanted to taste him, to lick over his head and suck him into her mouth.

God, she loved having oral sex with them. They were equally talented with their mouths and the things they could do to her with them.

Darius pulled her hips closer to the edge of the desk, and she leaned back, bracing her elbows on the desktop as she spread her legs wide, wrapping them around his waist when he moved into her. One deep thrust and he filled her.

“Oh, God, you feel so good,” Darius moaned.

Houston stepped closer to the desk, and she let her elbows drop, so she lay flat against the desktop. Houston bent and fucked his tongue into her mouth as Darius fucked her with his cock. Cruz moved in closer as well, and she felt the play of his fingers over her throbbing nipples. God, the things they made her feel.

Houston broke the kiss when her lungs felt as if they might burst for need of air. He skimmed over her cheek, to her ear and down the column of her neck. She lifted one hand up to wrap around his neck and anchor him to her. She slipped the fingers of her other hand through Cruz’s hair and held him to the nipple he worshipped. And she let sensation overwhelm her as she surged closer to orgasm.

“Fuck me, Darius. Harder. Ahh, make me come. Make me come!”

Darius moved one hand from her hip to rub his thumb over the swollen bud of her clit, and she exploded with a yell. Darius quickly joined her with a low moan as he thrust deep and stayed there, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled the condom.

Cruz tugged free of the grip she had on his hair and gave her nipple a sharp nip before shifting back and freeing his straining erection from his jeans. She watched with glazed eyes as he deftly rolled a condom on. Darius pulled free with a groan, and Cruz took his place.

“Watch me,” he commanded and pressed the tip of his cock against her.

Melda glanced down her body until she could see his hard cock poised to enter her pussy. Slowly, so agonizing slowly, he thrust inside until she finally felt the brush of his balls against her.

“Cruz.” That’s all she could say as her breath caught. His name.

His gaze met hers and a smile tilted his lips up at the corner.

“I know what you want,” he whispered and began moving.

Slow and easy, that’s how he took her, the friction of his cock rubbing her walls sending jolts of pleasure through her womb.

“I’ll always remember the day we were tossed the first letter from you. The way we took turns passing it around and around, reading and devouring every word.” His cock filled her, but his words touched her even deeper. “That was the day that changed our lives. We decided to share your letters, never realizing how much we were going to fall in love with you every time a new one arrived. We took a chance in coming here, meeting you, and letting you in on the fact you had three Marines and not just one.”

“Yes.” She nodded in agreement.