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  As he thought about them, he wondered what Isla would think of them and what they might think of her. Did it really matter? The last several years, the four of them had drifted apart. Ortley got more involved in Cherry Hill, working at the dojo and training soldiers and law enforcement officers, and he and Montana tended to spend time together. Presley and Curren did the same on their end and continued to hang out with one another and live that upscale, wealthy high life other millionaires led. Would they all be too different to share Isla, or would she complement the four of them and maybe bring them together? He was surprised by his thought process and wondered where the sentimental, emotional bullshit was coming from. He heard the truck pull up, and he stood up and walked to the kitchen.

  The second he laid eyes on Montana’s face and smile, those uncertain feelings from earlier vanished.

  “I need to shower and change.” He glanced at his military watch. “We pick her up in an hour at her place,” Montana said and started to walk toward the hallway.

  Ortley followed. “What the fuck happened?”

  “I’ll explain. It was crazy. God, Ortley, you have no idea how special she is, and beautiful too. Her body is exceptional.”

  “You slept with her? You didn’t say that in the text.”

  “No, no, I didn’t sleep with her,” he told him and started to undress and head to the shower, grabbing a towel out of the closet in there.

  “Well, explain. I’m not going to be a tagalong and force something that isn’t there.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about, Ortley? She is interested, but shy, and well…” He stared at his brother as he started the water to the shower. Ortley looked at him, and Montana held his gaze.

  “Well what?” Ortley asked.

  “She’s a virgin.”

  Ortley felt like he got the wind knocked out of him. His jaw dropped, and Montana nodded and then smiled softly as he shook his head.

  “Never gave head either, until last night,” he said and then he pulled off his jeans and stepped into the shower. Ortley was shocked.

  “Holy shit.”

  “Yeah! I said the same thing, but we were fooling around, and I was doing a bit of exploring. Hell, when she showed up at Harper’s and I heard about the other guys hitting on her the past few weeks and asking her out, I was going to grab her and make it known she’s ours.”

  “What guys? What?”

  “Fucking unreal, man. I just heard about it earlier in the evening, and how several men have been asking her out, including those Warren twins. They stopped her when she first arrived at Harper’s, but then she came right over to me, Ortley. Hugged me like she missed me, and we talked and things got better and better. Anyway, I followed her home, we started kissing and tasting one another, and then I held her in my arms and we fell asleep on the couch. Woke up about four, and she told me to stay.”

  Ortley had his arms crossed and wasn’t too sure about this. “So you’re taking her to lunch?”

  The water stopped, and his brother grabbed the towel and started drying off. “We’re taking her to lunch.”

  “She wants that?”

  “She likes you too. She’s just a little intimidated by you, and that’s understandable considering her inexperience with men and also how she was a victim. Twice.”

  Ortley thought about that a moment. He was pretty rough around the edges, but he felt he was a gentleman around women, and especially Isla.

  “Listen, just take your time, be calm around her, and things will work out. We both know what we want. Believe me, she’s incredible.”

  “I want more details about last night.”

  “Okay,” Montana said, and they walked out of the bathroom and he listened as Montana told him everything.

  Isla was nervous. She changed three times before finally deciding on a tan tennis skirt and a sleeveless baby blue blouse, with heeled sandals that made her legs look toned. The top of the blouse dipped a little low, showing off her abundant cleavage, and she wore a silver heart the size of a quarter, and it landed above her cleavage. She thought she looked good, classy yet sexy.

  After what she did with Montana last night, she was feeling a bit timid. Meeting him and Ortley for lunch had her shaking in her heels. Ortley was masculine, muscular, had all those tattoos, and he was a disciplinarian. Add in him being a drill sergeant, and she shivered. Even when he came over with Montana and her other friends while she was recovering from the concussion, he was quiet and not very talkative, except when he would usher people out of the house or ask them to leave because too many people were there and her head hurt and she was tired.

  She snorted, remembering Cherise giving him a bit of an attitude one day. She didn’t know what happened, but they exchanged words quietly, and Cherise smiled as she kissed Isla good-bye and then left. She never did find out what Ortley said to her. She heard the sound of the diesel engine as the truck pulled into the small driveway and her house. Her nerves went up another notch. How would Montana act after last night, this morning, and now Ortley too? Did Ortley expect to do to her what Montana did? She gulped. He was just as big as Montana, but his arms were super muscular, and she could just imagine what he might look like in his drill sergeant uniform.

  She smoothed out her skirt and checked her lip gloss in the mirror by the door just as she heard the knock. One more deep breath, an exhale to try to calm her racing heart, and she opened the door. The sight of the two extra large men, their significant height compared to her five feet, six inches, and she was glad she wore the heeled sandals. They gazed over her body, and it was double the effect than usual.

  “Hey, beautiful, long time no see,” Montana said, and eased his arm around her waist and hauled her close as he backstepped her into her home. He swept his lips over hers, but thankfully didn’t turn it into a make-out session in front of Ortley. Instead, he trailed his mouth along her neck and hugged her. “You look and smell delicious,” he complimented. She kissed his neck and then pulled back. He smoothed his palm over her ass. “I like this on you.”

  “Thank you,” she said, and he stepped back. She looked up at Ortley, and he seemed on edge, maybe even angrier than usual. “Ortley,” she whispered.

  He gazed over her body. “Afternoon, Isla. You look beautiful as always,” he said in that deep, hard tone that was all Ortley. God, the man had an effect on her.

  “Thank you, Ortley. You look great as well. No dojo today?” she asked, trying to think of something else to say to the man because right now, she felt stunned by the attraction she felt and the sight of him. He was older, had a seasoned look to him, like he could eat her up.

  He walked closer. “Not today. I would have canceled anyway,” he said to her.

  “Why? Are you feeling okay?” she asked with concern.

  He reached out and touched the pendant around her neck. “Montana said you wanted to have lunch with both of us. You’re priority, honey,” he said, and her lips parted as he stared at her face, slid his other hand around her waist, and moved the hand that touched her pendant up along her shoulder, under her hair, and tilted her head back. “Gonna get my hello now, okay?” he asked. As she nodded, he kissed her lips.

  Her senses were invaded big time. First, by the firmness of those lips, then by the scent of his cologne, and ultimately, by the hard, solid feel of his arm around her, and the way he started off slowly and then explored her mouth thoroughly did her in. She moaned into his mouth, and things got wild quickly. He lifted her up, carried her to the couch, and lowered down over her as he slid his palm up under her skirt and against her ass. She straddled his waist, and he trailed his mouth along her neck and shoulder. She ran her fingers through his very short, crew-cut hair and could feel the hardness of his head, as he used his hands and his mouth to undo her buttons on her blouse.

  He pulled back slightly. “Goddamn, woman, you make me so happy. To know you’re letting your guard down and trusting us feels incredible.”

  She placed her palm a
gainst his cheek as he cupped her breast and licked his lips as if he were pleased with the size and feel of it in his hand. He gripped her hip and started to pull down her panties.

  “Ortley?”

  “There’s no way I can go into town with you right now feeling like this. I need the edge taken off. I need to taste you, to hear you moan and let go. Please, baby, not too far, just like what you gave Montana last night,” he said, and she nodded.

  “This is crazy,” she said.

  Montana knelt down closer to the couch where her head was. He caressed her forehead. “Not crazy, but perfect. We’ll take good care of you, Isla. Let go with Ortley. Let him taste that sweet cream of yours, and then we’ll start our date together.”

  Ortley pulled down her panties, pushed her skirt up to her hips, and then wet his lips. “Wet and ready,” he said and then lowered down and licked her pussy.

  She tightened up and gasped as the lick followed with a nip to her clit and then a plunge of his tongue into her cunt. “Ortley,” she moaned, tilting her head back as Montana undid her blouse the rest of the way, then pushed the straps off her bra, and began to feast on her breast. She looked down, gasped again, and felt her pussy erupt with both men feasting on her so.

  Ortley growled low and opened his eyes to see his brother’s mouth on her tit. He suckled harder, then pulled back, and thrust a finger into her cunt. “Your body is exceptional. You’re all woman, and you’re ours. I can’t believe it,” he said and then added a second digit and thrust into her again and again. He leaned up as he stroked her cunt, and he kissed her lips. He maneuvered his tongue into her mouth, and she caressed his head. He lowered his mouth to her breast and suckled hard there as he continued to pump fingers into her pussy.

  “Ortley.” She gripped his head.

  He tilted up, his expression fierce, hard. “Arms above your head. Now,” he ordered, and holy shit, she came as she immediately lifted her arms up.

  His brother pulled down her bra and exposed both breasts, her bra up against her chest and chin, but her breasts in full view.

  “Our little virgin is fucking hot and obedient. Goddamn, baby, I’m going to come in my pants you’re so fucking sexy,” he said, and she puffed, shivered as he lowered his mouth to her cunt, and she orgasmed. He slid his fingers away and sucked on her pussy. He plunged his tongue in and out and lifted her legs up, causing her ass to hang over the edge of the couch. Montana suckled on her tit. He tugged and nipped it as Ortley slid his tongue over her asshole back and forth. She wiggled and moaned, reached down, and he lifted up.

  “Arms above your head woman,” he ordered.

  Holy shit, the sight of his red face, veins pulsating by his temples, and the fierceness in his expression and tone of voice made her come again. She lifted her arms, her torso, and cried out just as he maneuvered a finger into her asshole.

  “Ortley!”

  In and out, he stroked her asshole. It burned, but then she felt something so different and wild. She rocked her hips and came again. He gently removed his finger out and then lowered his mouth to her pussy and began to feast on her cream. She was panting for breath when he finally slowed down and licked and suckled one last time, then trailed his mouth over her belly, past her skirt that was around her waist, and then to her breast. He licked and suckled on each tit and then up to her mouth. He pressed over her, ran his palms up her arms to her wrists and gripped them in one hand.

  “You’re a gift from heaven, Isla. A damn gift,” he said and kissed her.

  She moaned into his mouth. Let go, and allowed him full control of her body in his possessive, restraining hold on her. She loved it. Wanted to please him, to reciprocate the pleasure he brought her.

  When he released her lips, he lifted up. “Now your turn,” she said to him with a confidence she didn’t think she had, but something came over her.

  “You don’t have to,” he said and caressed her cheek.

  “I want to,” she said, and he squeezed her wrists a little and gulped.

  “Please, Ortley.”

  “Sweet Jesus, woman.”

  He lowered his mouth to her breasts and kissed her gingerly along her chest as he released her wrists. She ran her hands to his chest and began to roll him to his back. He was too big and slid to the rug. She went right down over him and felt Montana pull off her blouse and unclip her bra.

  “I want Ortley to enjoy watching your tits sway while you suck him down,” he said to her, and she gulped now too.

  But then she started to undo Ortley’s jeans, and he helped. He shimmied out of one leg, and she cupped his balls and cock. He was huge. Maybe even bigger than Montana or at least a little thicker. This morning she wondered if these men would even fit into her body. Like this, though, aroused, wet, and open to anything with their orders, their commanding hands, and talented mouths, it all seemed possible. He reached up and cupped her cheek.

  “You’re torturing me, just staring at my cock, girl,” he said so seriously.

  “I’m sorry. I’m new at this.”

  “Fuck, that’s going to make me come real fast, knowing Montana’s was the first cock you ever sucked, and now I’m the second.”

  She lowered her mouth to his cock and slid her tongue along the base. His hold in her hair tightened. He closed his eyes, hissed, and she continued. The more she suckled and licked, the deeper he seemed to moan and come undone. That tough, resilient drill sergeant was under her control, and that made her want to send him over the edge and make him never want to let her go.

  As she bobbed her head up and down and he caressed her hair, Montana moved in behind her, massaged her ass cheeks, and then slid a finger to her cunt. He pressed over her.

  “Our woman is so sexy and filled with surprises, bro. From her sweet, talented mouth, to her big, full breasts, and this wet pussy and round fuckable ass, I think she’s perfection,” he said and thrust those fingers faster.

  “Fuck yeah she is. Keep sucking, Isla. Claim me your man,” Ortley ordered and then pinched her nipple.

  Before long, the three of them were moaning, rocking into one another, and when Montana suckled against her neck, she hummed against Ortley’s cock, and he came in her mouth. She swallowed him as Montana replaced fingers with his mouth and suckled her pussy from behind. She pulled her mouth off Ortley’s cock and laid her cheek against his neck as Montana gripped her hips, raised her ass a little, and plunged his tongue repeatedly into her pussy and then back and forth over her asshole. She came again, and then he licked her clean. She lowered onto Ortley, who hugged her tight and squeezed her ass cheek.

  “Holy shit,” he whispered.

  Montana chuckled. “I told you, and she’s ours. All ours.”

  Ortley walked back into the living room to see Montana sitting by the island in the kitchen, texting on his cell phone. Isla was in her bathroom freshening up. He locked gazes with his brother.

  “I know. That’s why I couldn’t leave her last night,” he said to him.

  Ortley shook his head. “Never in all the years, the different women I’ve met, none of them compare to her. Not like there were that many, but holy shit, Montana, we’re in serious trouble here.”

  Montana squinted at him.

  “Trouble? Why?”

  Ortley looked back toward the bedroom and then stood by the island, facing Montana and the hallway so he could see when Isla walked out.

  “She’s a virgin. We’re both pushing forty, and she’s like what, twenty-three?”

  “She’ll be twenty-four next week.”

  Ortley rubbed his jaw. “Jesus Christ.”