The American Soldier Collection 14: Baby Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “You are such an asshole,” she said to him, and he looked smug.

  “Truth hurt?” he said and got out of the truck.

  She slid out quickly and followed him.

  “It’s not the truth, and you don’t know anything. You’re wrong. Dead wrong,” she yelled at him. He turned around to face her.

  “You’re the one who is invading my vacation. I’m not going to babysit you and protect you while you choose the next stray guy to shack up with. You’re not allowed back in town. That’s final.”

  She growled she was so angry at him. Why was he being such a jerk to her? She was insulted, pissed off, and felt compelled to defend herself.

  The storm door slammed closed, and there stood Corona and Jessup.

  “Thank God she’s okay. It’s a fucking mess on the other side of town. No one saw shit. We need to keep Nina inside, just in case this is somehow connected,” Corona said, and Nina saw him look at her, and then Jessup gave her the once-over.

  She didn’t have her blouse on, only the camisole, and her breasts were pouring from the top, thanks to Atlanta pulling her out of the boutique in town before she was fully dressed.

  “She’s fine,” Atlanta snapped.

  “Corona, I don’t want him near me.”

  Corona widened his eyes, and Atlanta turned around, pulled off his sunglasses, and stared down at her. “Why not?”

  She held Atlanta’s gaze. “Because he’s delusional.”

  “I’m delusional?” Atlanta asked and pointed at himself.

  She stepped closer. “Yeah, you are. You have no clue about anything. You ramble on, spewing fire and shit in your path, and you expect respect? Ha!”

  She went to walk past him, and he grabbed her arm.

  “Atlanta,” Corona barked, but he didn’t listen. Nina gasped at the feel of his firm hand gripping her upper arm. What was really intense was the attraction she felt to Atlanta, despite his nasty attitude. Her entire body felt on fire.

  Their gazes locked.

  He stepped closer, their bodies collided, and she gasped.

  “If you’re staying here in our house, you better accept the fact that we’re in charge of you. And what we say goes,” he told her firmly.

  She was practically shaking she was so angry and aroused by his ability to get under her skin like this.

  “And you better accept the fact that you don’t know me, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some soldier of sorts defame my name, my reputation, with lies and misconceptions. To set the record straight, I don’t even date, so I won’t be ‘shacking up’ with the locals, as you accused me of trying to do. I’m not afraid of you, Atlanta.” She yanked her arm free.

  “You should be,” he said after her as she climbed the porch steps and walked past Corona. Jessup didn’t move out of the way.

  “What? You want to start with me, too?” she snapped at Jessup.

  He gave a smug expression and stared down at her breasts then into her eyes. “Watch it, sweetheart. You’re playing with fire.”

  Nina grunted and pushed past him and into the house. She wanted to punch something. She, of all people, who rarely got angry or wanted to explode on a person. She absorbed the scent of their cologne, the masculinity of this damn house and how enticing it was. how enticing they were. She was so inexperienced when it came to men, when it came to feeling attracted to more than one man at the same time. She gulped down the fear as she climbed the steps and made her way upstairs to her bedroom. She slammed the door closed and then plopped down on the edge of the bed. She growled again, and then saw her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror that stood by the dresser. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest was all blotchy, and damn it, her nipples were hard. She gasped, stood up, and hurried to the mirror. Sure as shit, her damn nipples were pressing against the camisole she wore. She clenched her eyes closed and wanted to cry. They noticed. They had to have noticed. Now they would think she was easy and that she was gullible.

  Shit, shit, shit.

  She ran her fingers through her hair, and she evaluated the situation and her reaction. Then she zoned in on her body and the effects Atlanta, Freedman, Jessup, and even badass, grumpy, serious Corona had on her. She felt her pussy spasm, and her thighs tremble. This was what she never experienced before with any man who flirted with her at Bailey’s, or at the Copper Pot. This full-body feeling, in which every ounce of her being was affected, aroused, and primed for their touch.

  She was in a heap of trouble. She couldn’t face them. Not until tomorrow. Maybe.

  * * * *

  “What the fuck happened?” Corona asked as they stood outside on the front porch.

  Atlanta ran his fingers through his hair and then looked out at the open land. Freeman chuckled.

  “She’s a beautiful, young woman with a fantastic body, Corona. What the fuck do you think happened?” Freeman said, and Atlanta didn’t look up. Corona looked at them all, even Jessup, who sat in the chair and put his leg up on the railing.

  “What happened?” he pushed.

  “She was flirting and acting shy,” Atlanta barked.

  “That’s not how I saw it. She is shy, not acting shy, and when that blond touched her and moved the hair from her cheek, she shuddered at his touch,” Freeman explained.

  “What? Some guy touched her, and you allowed him that close?” Corona asked. He was more than concerned. His men were losing focus on watching over Nina.

  “We hesitated. It won’t happen again,” Atlanta said and pushed away from the railing.

  Corona stopped him from leaving the front porch.

  “I know she’s a beautiful woman. Young, maybe not so experienced. But we all are experienced, and she’s a job, a responsibility. Getting this all twisted up into something personal isn’t smart. We’re active duty. In a few weeks, we’ll be heading out for another job. You know that. Plus, with this situation here in Salvation and the fact that someone got to Nalia and took her, we may be taking Nina back to Chicago. That means someone else will most likely be assigned to her.”

  Atlanta’s eyes widened. “Maybe it’s better that way.” He walked away.

  Corona looked at Freeman and then Jessup. Freeman glared back at him and spoke in a tone so serious Corona knew things had already changed because of Nina.

  “I don’t want someone else assigned to her. She may not even be in any danger. Storm hasn’t called or said that they came up with anything in the investigation,” Freeman said to him.

  “I’m looking into things right now. Storm and the others are focusing on Nalia, for obvious reasons.”

  “We do as we’re told. She’s screwing everything up. We’re supposed to be getting a break, and instead, she has everyone fighting and on edge,” Jessup stated to them.

  “We’ve never brought women here, to our home,” Freeman replied.

  “We never wanted to. This wasn’t our decision. This is a job,” Corona reiterated.

  “Maybe it’s becoming more than that, and not just for Atlanta,” Freeman said to them.

  Corona took a deep breath and exhaled. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find Nina attractive and sexy, but she was young. Too damn young for him, a man quickly closing in on forty.

  “Maybe you and Atlanta should just fuck her and get it over with, like you do with other women between missions,” Jessup said.

  Corona was shocked and felt the bite of the nasty comment. Jessup was full of piss and vinegar and hating the world right now. Obviously he was pretending not to care.

  “Don’t fucking say that,” Freeman said. “Don’t ever refer to her as a simple fuck. It’s more than that. You may have your head up your ass right now and be pissed because you got caught with your pants down, but that doesn’t give you a right to put her down and make up lies. Anyone with a fucking clue can see that the woman is special and, yeah, young, but something is happening here, and whether the two of you are ready to accept it or not, we’re changing and we’re wanting more than
just guts, guns, and glory.” Freeman stormed off the porch.

  Corona looked out toward the land and then over toward Jessup, who looked so damn angry with a scowl on his face and his eyes nearly bulging out.

  “Don’t say anything like that about Nina again. I know you’re hurting, but we’re your brothers. We’re a team.”

  “She’s a woman trying to destroy that. She’ll fuck up our relationship and our heads to where we can’t think, and then we’ll all get killed. We can’t ever let our defenses down. Not from exhaustion, not from minds wandering, and not because some sexy, young piece of ass rode our cocks and made us lose focus. We’ll get killed out there with a woman like that on our minds.”

  Corona shook his head. Jessup had a long way to recovering. He wondered if he would even be any good to them in three weeks when they were out on the next mission. He pushed off the railing and headed inside.

  “I’m going to check on the progress with Nalia and find out if they have any leads.”

  Jessup didn’t even respond. He just stared out at the open land, the tension so thick Corona could have cut it with a knife.

  Chapter 5

  Nina was hungry, but she didn’t go down for dinner. She hadn’t smelled the men cooking anything and wondered if they even made dinner at all. She glanced at the clock. It was three in the morning. She thought about the argument and all their attitudes. She didn’t understand men at all, especially not these men. She would have thought she’d have a better understanding of their mentalities and thought processes because of her brother, Zinc. But she didn’t. She hadn’t a clue. They were all making her head spin, and she just didn’t know what to do.

  She climbed out of bed. It was warm out. She wore a black racer-back tank top and a pair of baggy sleep shorts that hung low on her hips. She tiptoed to the bathroom and back then stood in the middle of her room. Her stomach growled louder, and she knew she needed to eat something. Immediately, she thought about what quick snack she could have to hold her off until breakfast. She didn’t want to wake them and have another confrontation. She slowly opened the bedroom door and carefully began to head downstairs. The floors creaked slightly, not enough to wake anyone but enough to make her heart race. This was stupid. She shouldn’t worry about waking them. The thought concerned her because she didn’t want to face them.

  Nina got down to the kitchen and went right for the snack pantry. She eyed the various types of cookies and reached for the chocolate chip. She walked to the cabinet and took out a glass then to the refrigerator to grab the milk and pour herself some. Then she took out four cookies, which she felt would hold her off until breakfast.

  As she leaned over the counter and looked out the window, she dipped a cookie into the milk and took a bite. It was so delicious. She hadn’t had cookies and milk in forever. In fact, one of the first things she’d done once she had her own place was buy things she could never afford or indulge in like most kids had the chance to do. She felt the lump of emotion in her throat. Even after all these years, it upset her to think about what other children got to have and experience on a daily basis in a normal, loving household. A snack after school, a hug before they got onto the bus, a bedtime story at night, a safe environment to live in. A tear rolled down her cheek.

  “Sneaking around, huh?”

  She gasped, turning around to see Atlanta and Freeman standing there, armed and wearing only jeans, obviously still on edge from earlier today. She gripped the counter and felt the milk drip from her lips. Atlanta followed the drop as it landed on her chest.

  She wiped her mouth and then turned around to wipe her eyes.

  * * * *

  Atlanta’s heart was racing. He’d heard Nina get up and walk around. He and his team were light sleepers. He feared that she might leave the house and take off. He knew it was a possibility because of the way they had treated her and the way he’d spoken to her. As he headed into the kitchen with Freeman close behind him, he paused in the doorway. Nina was sneaking some cookies and having a glass of milk like some teenager. But those thoughts immediately changed at the sight of her figure and the sexy, natural pose she was in. His heart hammered inside of his chest.

  There she was, hanging over the counter, looking out the window. Her top didn’t even reach her mid-back and her ass, round and sexy, stood out toward them. The moonlight illuminated her figure, the tanned, toned arms and what appeared to be a tattoo on her hip, and as he spoke to her and she turned around, his heart caught in his throat at the sight of her large, plump breasts. His initial thought of her looking like some teenage girl sneaking into the cookie jar instantly changed to the reality of her womanly beauty. She wasn’t a teenager. She wasn’t built like one, either. She was sexy as sin, and he watched as a drop of milk dripped off her lips and between her breasts.

  “Oh, God, you scared me.”

  He walked forward. “You shouldn’t be sneaking around at night.”

  She had turned away from them as she gripped the counter. Atlanta reached out and turned her around. He looked her body over as he placed his gun on the counter next to her. She didn’t even look at it. The sight of the gun didn’t faze her, and he wondered why. Had she been exposed to guns? Had she been involved with a soldier, a man with a gun, a made man? His anger and jealousy grew.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said and looked at Freeman, who stood a few feet back.

  Atlanta looked her body over. “You should have come out of your room so you could eat dinner instead of acting like a spoiled brat.”

  She gasped. “A spoiled brat? Go to hell, Atlanta.”

  Nina stepped away from the counter, but he pressed against her and blocked her move. Her hip hit the granite, and he placed his hands on the counter next to her, blocking her in.

  She stared up into his eyes, and he looked over her lips, wet with milk.

  “Why don’t you offer me some milk and cookies instead of hogging them?” He looked at the path the drip of milk had made down to the mound of her left breast.

  “What?” she asked, shocked. Was she so innocent and sweet, or was it a game, a way to manipulate a man? Did he even care? He couldn’t get her off of his mind, and seeing her like this tonight, he wasn’t about to lose the opportunity to explore her.

  “He asked for a taste,” Freeman said, moving closer.

  She turned to look at the bag of cookies. “Okay, go ahead. They’re right there.”

  He licked his lips before he pressed closer and covered her lips with his. Atlanta was shocked at the deep, erotic pull he felt toward Nina. He was completely attracted to her, overwhelmed with desire as he pressed his tongue deeper and explored her mouth fully. He tasted cookies and that sweet taste that was all Nina. She moaned into his mouth, and he grasped her hips and massaged his hands up her ribs to her breasts. He felt her grab his hands, and he released her lips. She stared at him, wide-eyed.

  “Delicious, but the cookies are missing something.” He pressed his mouth to her neck, licking, suckling her skin then making his way down her throat over her cleavage, tasting the bit of milk that had spilled from her lips moments ago, and then he licked under her tank and over her nipple.

  “Atlanta.” She grabbed onto his head and seemed to be trying to pull him away or press him closer. He gripped her dainty waist tighter and bent a little lower as he suckled the tight little bud into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned.

  “Beautiful. Holy fuck, Nina, I need a taste too,” Freeman said as he cupped her cheeks and began to kiss her.

  Atlanta pulled away a moment to push her tank top up and away from her body so he could explore her fully. Nina moaned into Freeman’s mouth, and Atlanta cupped her large breast, then leaned forward and suckled it. He lowered down to one knee and played with her breast and nipple, tugging, massaging her breast as Freeman explored her mouth. She rocked her hips slightly, and he trailed his tongue lower, then, to her hipbone. He saw the sight of the tattoo,
not so small, an intricate vine of tiny cherry blossom flowers that led pretty damn low. He was jealous of that tattoo artist who had come so close to her cunt as he pressed her shorts lower then licked along her well-trimmed mound.

  She grabbed his hair, pulled from Freeman’s mouth, and cried out a release.

  He shoved her shorts down, lifted her thigh, and latched onto her cunt, licking, stroking, suckling her cream from the orgasm he and Freeman had given her.

  “Oh, God please. Oh, my God!” she cried out.

  “Holy shit, Nina, you look incredible. You’re so sweet, so responsive. You came from us kissing you. Holy God, baby,” Freeman said to her, and then must have kissed her, because all Atlanta heard was Nina’s moans of pleasure as he attacked her sweet cunt with vigor and suckled until he thought he might come in his jeans.

  “What the hell?”

  The sound of Corona’s voice startled Nina but not Atlanta and Freeman.

  Atlanta pulled his mouth from her cunt and pressed a finger to her.

  “Atlanta.” She gasped and grabbed onto his wrist while he pumped into her very tight, slick channel.

  “Don’t fight it, Nina. You want it. You feel what we feel,” Atlanta said to her as he continued to stroke her pussy.

  Freeman lowered down to her breast and suckled the tip and pulled.

  “You’re gorgeous,” Corona stated from behind Atlanta. Their commander stepped to the side, wearing only a shirt and jeans, and he ran his fingers through her hair.

  “Easy with her, Atlanta,” he commanded, and Atlanta couldn’t hide his smirk. It seemed their commander was just as smitten with Nina as the rest of them were.

  “You okay?” Corona asked her as Atlanta pumped his fingers faster into her tight pussy.

  “No…yes…Oh, God, oh!”

  She cried out another release, and Corona cupped her cheeks and kissed her deeply. Atlanta pulled fingers from her pussy and ate her cream and suckled her clit as she shook and shivered with more for him to feast on. When her body went limp and he thought she might fall, he pulled back, and Corona was there to lift her into his arms and carry her over toward the table. He sat in a chair and held her in his arms.