Healing Hearts 11: Tell Me You Love Me

  

  Healing Hearts 11: Tell Me You Love Me

  After betrayal, sexual harassment, and verbal abuse, Melina Johnson isn't taking it anymore. She's alone and has to fight for everything she wants, including her dreams. Her mistakes are her motivation to not give up and to fight for what she wants and deserves. Her software programs are a huge success, and she is achieving all her goals, and might be ready to even give a little romance a chance. Maybe.

  So when she lets down her guard and things get a little wild and crazy in a bedroom at a party, she isn't sure her judgement of character has improved much since her first mistake. Melina isn't the only one with insecurities and fears. Morris, Trek, Vetter, and Blade, brothers and mercenaries, are set on committing to her and proving to her what love really is. However, with her new claimed accomplishments and beauty, her ex and his father want to sabotage it all by continuing with their original plans of owning her body and her ideas.

  Genres: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Romantic Suspense

  Length: 38,609

  HEALING HEARTS 11:

  TELL ME YOU LOVE ME

  Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  Healing Hearts 11: Tell Me You Love Me

  Copyright © 2018 by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  ISBN: 978-1-64243-362-3

  First Publication: August 2018

  Cover design by Les Byerley

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  HEALING HEARTS 11:

  TELL ME YOU LOVE ME

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  HEALING HEARTS 11:

  TELL ME YOU LOVE ME

  Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  Copyright © 2018

  Prologue

  It was a celebration. The music was loud, everyone had been drinking, having a great time. They were all celebrating life, Joanna’s safety, and the end to the danger she had been involved in. Melina felt a little tipsy as she sipped her rum concoction and swayed her hips to the music. Morris Flemming, the sexy, gorgeous mercenary, was in a dead stare at her. He was hot, and so were his brothers, Trek, Vetter, and Blade. She was attracted to them and that scared her. With men like these, intimidation didn’t quite give her sensation justice as an intense enough word. Their muscles, their determined expressions, the hardness in their eyes and demeanor should be warning signs. They weren’t commitment types at all. Certainly being involved with military excursions, privately—and from her understanding, dangerous daredevil, fearless excursions at that—she didn’t need the trouble they would come with.

  Her heart ached a little despite the buzz. Her mind drifted to Allen, her ex who broke her heart, and of course to his father, Jovani Pinioli, who till this day sought her out, and affected her professional career in business. She swallowed hard, not wanting to think about the way he tried to seduce her from under his son’s nose, or how Allen cheated on her then cost her the old job she had. She was past that, by a year and counting. The new company, Renaldi Technologies was up and coming, beginning to expand internationally. One of her goals and major accomplishments was inventing a computer software program for restaurants and clubs to run more efficiently. It had been a dream when she dated Allen, but had not become a reality because he was the center of attention. He demanded a lot. Wanted her as a trophy girlfriend, good-looking, smart and an attention grabber. Mostly just good-looking so others were envious. Apparently. She wasn’t enough woman for him because he cheated on her shortly after they discussed marriage.

  The fact that his father wanted her in his bed too was beyond creepy, and he could have cost her her career. But Melina was smart, convincing in her interview with her current boss Mr. Rinaldi, and he could see her potential. It would pay off for both of them, but mostly for her. This software was about to go public with a patent, and a price tag making her an instant millionaire. She had done it, and without a man, without Allen, who thought he could make or break her.

  The company was growing in leaps and bounds, thanks to her, and could send her overseas by next month. A trip to beautiful Tuscan, Italy. She took another sip of her drink, finishing it off, then glanced away from those Flemming men. She smiled, envious in a way of Joanna, now having nine brothers instead of four. She looked happy, despite her bruises and injuries, and her men were at her side, comforting her and putting her first. A look around the room, and she saw her other friends in ménage relationships, with their men nearby, caressing them, taking care of them, and being possessive and loving. She longed for a scene like that for herself. Whether one man or oh God, more than one who would put her first. Would make her the center of their universe, and well…love her. Her heart ached. Men like that were few and far between. Perhaps her friends snagged the last good ones.

  She headed toward the house, feeling good, despite her sad thoughts, and the slight numbness making the memories of her past less painful. She went to the bathroom, then finished up, gripping the sink as she felt a little more of the buzz. Fresh air again, and then some water. She headed down the long, dark hallway and toward the other end of the house. Morris came into sight causing her to stop in her tracks. She stared at him and he stared at her.

  That blondish-brown crew cut hair, and dark blue eyes she couldn’t quite make out from here but knew he had. Thick, solid muscles, six feet four, a hardcore man of steel and military capabilities she only read about in her romance novels. Her lips parted and she had to pull it together to continue walking. As she did, he reached out and snagged her around the waist. She gasped and gripped onto his forearms. He stared down into her eyes, making her feel like he could see to her soul. It was crazy, and then came the emotions, the desire, the lust.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off of you. I don’t like this feeling,” he said to her.

  She squinted at him. “Then stop staring,” she countered, and didn’t even know how she could speak never mind have a coherent thought to not mumble or slur. Then she realized she was more alert than five seconds ago. Like this desire, this attraction sobered her buzz.

  He stared at her lips, stroked her back with his hand, and then eyed over her breasts while he used his other hand to cup the back of her head.

  “Fuck it,” he said, and pressed his lips to hers.

  Morris. Holy heavens she was in trouble here. Her body instantly went
up in flames. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, cupped her breast, and then he brought her leg up against his hip as his hand slid under her dress to her ass. He squeezed it and she moaned into his mouth.

  The next thing she felt was him lifting her up and carrying her into a room. He pressed her up against the closed door, locked it, and then rocked his hips against her body. He crushed her against the wall, reminding her of just how big, how capable of a man he was. She felt his fingers push aside her panties, and when his digit thrust up into her cunt, she pulled from his mouth and tilted her head back, moaning.

  “Holy fuck, you’re so hot, so sexy, and fuck you’re coming all over my fingers. You feel it too, don’t you, Melina?”

  “Yes, oh God, Morris, I can’t take it. I feel so much.”

  “I do, too,” he said, and thrust those fingers faster and faster, then he pulled her away from the wall and placed her onto the bed. He lowered between her legs. She grabbed at his hair, thrust her hips upward as his mouth made contact where his fingers stroked her pussy.

  “Oh.” She moaned.

  “Shhhh, we don’t need anyone coming in here.”

  “No, definitely don’t need that,” she said, and then thought of his brothers, too. Would they come in here looking for them? For her?

  The strike of his tongue against her pussy and asshole had her gasping and lifting up. He used his mouth to trail kisses from her pussy then to her belly, pushing her dress higher. Then he lowered it slightly, and slid her straps off her shoulders. Her breasts emerged.

  “Holy Jesus,” he said, eyeing them over then suckling her tit. Her pussy leaked.

  “Morris?” She moaned his name.

  “I want you. Say you want me, too.”

  “Here?” she asked, feeling a little panicked, but then he tugged on her nipple, and then stroked a finger to her cunt.

  “Yes. You got me so fucking hard.”

  “I…I don’t do things like this.”

  He stared at her, face scrunched like he was in pain, suffering, and she didn’t want to be a cock tease, but holy shit, sex with Morris in a bedroom at a party with everyone outside? She was panicking.

  “I can’t. Sex is serious stuff and we don’t even know one another. We aren’t even dating,” she said to him.

  He exhaled and nodded. He cupped her cheeks, and rocked his hips against her mound. “I understand.” He pressed his lips to hers and she kissed him back. It got wild all over again, and when he released her lips, she could feel how hard he was. She rolled him to his back, and kissed along his chest. He gripped her shoulders and she tilted her head up toward him.

  “Your turn to come,” she said, with more confidence than she ever had in her life. She was no seductress. If she had been, perhaps Allen wouldn’t have cheated on her. She pushed those thoughts away and focused on this moment. On Morris and how he made her feel. How he got her so hot and bothered that she was fighting against herself to not let him fuck her. She knew that was what it would be. Sex, plain and simple. The man lived for his profession and nothing more.

  She undid his pants, and he realized her intentions, he released his hold on her. She pulled out his thick, long, hard cock, and gulped. He was huge, and suddenly her pussy wept and she thought again about sex with him. Instead, she licked the tip and he moaned, then gripped her hair possessively and she continued with a stroke along his shaft, then to his balls. He smelled like cologne and musky male. He even had muscles along his groin, and his abs were defined, like she’d ordered him from a catalog. It aroused her. He was a sexy, capable soldier. Older, mature, hardened by life and he affected her like no others ever had before. She sucked him good. Made sure she was thorough in driving him crazy so he would think of her again and again after tonight. She bobbed her head up and down and he played with her nipples, tugging on them as he rocked his hips.

  “Holy fuck, Melina. Your mouth is incredible. Your body is perfection,” he said, and then his breathing hitched. “Swallow me. I want to come in this sexy mouth. I want to know you want that, too.” He grunted and she didn’t release him. No way would she. She was so attracted to this man she nearly had sex with him at a party. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined such a feeling. He came and she swallowed, licked him clean until he was pulling from her and then grabbing her.

  She gasped at his strength and his move. He kissed her on the mouth, hard, then rolled her to her back. “Arms up. Keep them up,” he ordered in a tone, with an expression of authority and power. How could a man she really didn’t know, show and have such power instantly over her? She did as he said and raised her arms up and he pulled off her panties, and spread her thighs and began to feast on her cunt and her asshole. He used his finger to manipulate her pussy. He curled it, stroked harder, faster and then slid another finger into her asshole and she came. Hard. She thrashed side to side, but kept her arms up in submission which fed her orgasm. She was panting as he pulled his fingers from her asshole and cunt and then licked her pussy, kissed up her body, over her breasts and slid his palms up her arms to her wrists. She felt his softened cock against her pussy.

  “That was incredible,” he told her, and she gave a soft smile.

  “You are incredible,” she said to him, and then wished she hadn’t.

  He turned away and lifted up. “Head back to the party?” he asked, and pulled her into his arms. He cupped her cheek, and stared into her eyes.

  “I guess so.”

  He pressed his lips to hers. When he released them, he gave her a wink. Let’s fix up first,” he said, and then stepped back and adjusted his cock into his jeans.

  She would be dreaming about that cock. So thick, long and hard, and the man’s superb body was a fantasy come true. She fixed her dress, readjusted her breasts in the cups. He stared at her and shook his head like he liked her body and wanted more of it. She looked for her panties and bent over. He slid a palm up under her dress, shocking her. “You change your mind at any time, you let me know,” he said to her, and kissed her neck as his finger slid along her still wet cunt.

  She wanted to say take me. Like in the movies or in a book, but knew she couldn’t. What they did was more than enough considering they weren’t an item.

  “I’ll keep that in mind, Morris,” she replied, as if not affected by him or his words. He handed over her thong panties, as he slid his fingers away from her cunt. She took them from him and as she started to step into them, he gripped her hips, his thumbs under her breast line as she stepped into them.

  When they felt they looked pulled together, and fixed the bed, he slowly opened the door and checked the hallway to make sure it was clear and they headed out. His palm was against her hip. The anticipation of returning to the party with him showing possession made her mind jump ahead to a potential future relationship with Morris.

  Then Blade appeared. He looked lethal, angry as usual and looked at them, then at her and squinted. “Where did you go?” he asked in a hard tone.

  “Nowhere. Melina, need a drink?” Morris asked her.

  “Definitely,” she replied, and Morris smirked at her and they headed toward their friends and the outside bar to get drinks. When Blade stepped close to her and she felt his hand on her hip, she tightened up. She turned slightly to look up at the tall, intimidating male, and his eyes gazed over her breasts and the deep cleavage there.

  “Rum and cranberry?” Morris asked her. She brought her attention back to him and nodded.

  “Thank you,” she said as the guys made the drinks and Morris stared at her then reached out and stroked her lower lip. She squinted.

  “Sorry if I was rough. Your lips are a little swollen,” he whispered, but Blade heard him and she couldn’t help but wonder if he did that on purpose.

  “They’ll be fine,” she replied, and then the drinks were ready and they clinked glasses and beer bottles together. She sat right there between the two men and they talked about regular things as both men touched her. Morris stroked her crossed
legs and Blade seemed to watch her intently. When Trek and Vetter made their way over, she felt claustrophobic. Four sets of sexy eyes were upon her, making her pussy clench, and her nipples so hard they had to notice. Crazy fantasies ran through her head. Would they ask her out? Ask to meet up or something? Were they all attracted to her?” She didn’t know.

  When her friends came over and joined them and the conversation between the five of them was interrupted, things changed and slowly they left her with her friends, making her wonder if she had made a mistake fooling around with Morris. The next thing she knew, Morris and his brothers were kissing Joanna good-bye, shaking hands with the men as they wished Morris, Blade, Vetter, and Trek good luck, and told them to be careful. She realized they were heading out on a mission or a job or whatever. She felt instantly scared, concerned. She looked at Morris, his hardcore expression, and got nothing. He turned and walked away with his brothers, making her feel like what happened between them meant nothing at all. She felt like shit. Felt used again like with Allen, and it brought tears to her eyes and a pain to her chest. Thank God she hadn’t let him fuck her in that bedroom. Holy shit, she was stupid. Hadn’t she learned a damn thing from Allen and his father? Men were pigs. They wanted sex, to possess a woman and claim they got to “tap that”. She would have looked like nothing but an easy slut. She felt guilty, dirty, but then she thought about how it felt being with Morris. She liked him. A lot. The only reason why she didn’t go all the way was because she wasn’t a slut. She didn’t look at sex as meaningless, and she thought better of herself and learned from the past. Apparently, she didn’t learn as much as she’d hoped. Morris used her, plain and simple. He left for some mercenary thing and not even a smile, a wink, a kiss good-bye or an acknowledgement that she was more than just a woman who he made come and who made him come. It seemed she hadn’t learned her lesson at all. Men couldn’t be trusted, or allowed to get so close. Never would that happen to her again.