Date: 2015-02-18 05:00:00+00:00
Keywords: Menage; Military Fiction; Contemporary; Romance; Erotic Romance
Description: One extra curvy woman. Two extra sexy soldiers. Seven months of waiting. Savannah Sullivan kissed her men good-bye seven long months ago. They’d missed the holidays and her birthday, which meant they had a lot of making up to do. Ben and Brody Sullivan returned from deployment ready to make up for lost time. But a lot can happen in seven months, and one of them comes home with scars and a secret. Every military wife knows what she’s signing up for, but signing on the dotted line and facing the reality of it are two totally different things.

Her Soldiers

Written by:
Christin Lovell

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Her Soldiers

Copyright © 2014 by Christin M Lovell

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Her Soldiers

One extra curvy woman.
Two extra sexy soldiers.
Seven months of waiting.

Savannah Sullivan kissed her men good-bye seven long months ago. They’d missed the holidays and her birthday, which meant they had a lot of making up to do.

Ben and Brody Sullivan returned from deployment ready to make up for lost time. But a lot can happen in seven months, and one of them comes home with scars and a secret.

Every military wife knows what she’s signing up for, but signing on the dotted line and facing the reality of it are two totally different things.

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Her Soldiers

Chapter One

Savannah

My stomach knotted as I stared ahead at the huge, empty lot. It was an old, abandoned airfield with nothing but concrete and the very distant view of a forest. I stood with the group of at least a hundred anxious men and women, my excitement mounting into nerves and twisting in my gut. Any moment now, the buses would arrive, delivering both of my men back to me.

Glancing around, I noted that I was the biggest woman there. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. Don’t get me wrong. There was a generous variety of shapes and sizes in the crowd, but I was a good twenty-five pounds heavier than Paula, making me the plumpest of the bunch. I was okay with that, though. I was more than a little curvy, but my husbands loved every inch of me. I took solace in their adoration. Their adoration was what quieted my demons, on the rare occasion they poked my surface.

Smoothing my curve-hugging, little black dress, I peered down at myself. My LBD clung in a non-clingy, ultra flattering way. I’d rolled my hair into a neat bun, adorned my ears with simple studs and my feet in sensible nude ballet flats with gold accents. I’d kept my make-up light but with heavy contouring on my overly round face. I felt like I looked good, and I certainly wasn’t ashamed to be the curviest woman there.

I adjusted the necklace the guys had surprised me with before they left. It had a custom made charm, three gold hearts intertwined. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’d held it as tears fell fast and hard. I had to polish away my fingerprints regularly.

Ben and Brody were best friends. They enlisted on the same day, at the same time. They were both in infantry, but in different divisions. They’d both deployed before, but never at the same time. I’d always had one of them to console me, to distract me, when I missed the other.

This time was different, though.

A cold, winter breeze blew in. I drew my oversized cream, cocoon sweater tighter around myself. It was the wrapping paper, covering the abundance my men loved. I smiled, hugging the outer layer snugger to me. Soon, it would be them hugging me. I’d been prepping for their return all week, minus my salon visit yesterday for a manicure, a pedicure and a Brazilian wax. I was still prepping for them now. The payoff was close. Very soon. I could take solace in that.

A little boy, no older than five, tugged on the hem of his mother’s jacket. His brows were knit together, his brown hair blowing in the wind. He seemed so small in his thick, puffy coat.

His mother didn’t look older than twenty-five. Her blonde hair was clipped back, her slender figure dressed practically rather than fashionably. She appeared overly anxious, fidgeting as she stared out at the tarmac. Before the boy could get his question out, she replied, “Any minute now, Jack. Your daddy will be here any minute now.” I could tell by her tone that she was working to convince both of them.

I couldn’t imagine going through the last seven months with a child. I knew it was selfish of me to say so, but, I wasn’t ready for a baby, because I wasn’t ready to be a single mom should both of my husbands be called to duty again.

I was legally married to Ben, which meant, where he went, I went. Brody didn’t get housing as a “single” soldier. So when he was stationed at a different post, we had to get off-base housing so I could go back and forth between them. Working from home as a transcriptionist made that possible, physically and financially. My employers didn’t care where I was so long as I finished my workload.

Splitting my time was hard, but not nearly as difficult as being alone during the holidays, having neither of my husbands to kiss on New Years Eve or on my birthday. Being an Army wife wasn’t easy, but I would do anything for my soldiers. They were my world. I loved them enough to give all of that up.

Sliding the sleeve of my sweater up, I checked my watch. I’d left everything but the truck key in the vehicle, and I’d tucked the key inside my sweater pocket. I didn’t want anything to weigh me down or stop me from loving on them.

It was 12:07pm. Their transport was scheduled to arrive at noon. While the military demanded punctuality, particularly when departing, their troops rarely arrived back home on the dot. Waiting while they were overseas was different than waiting while they were a few miles away. I always had this inane urge to seek out the bus, to drive until I found them rather than wait for them to come to me.

Suddenly, Jack began to jump up and down. “Mommy, Mommy! I see it! I see Daddy!”

My heart began to pound in my chest as I saw the vehicles in the distance; they were so close yet still so far. It didn’t stop those waiting around from celebrating, but I didn’t want to clap or wave a flag. I wanted to hold my husbands in my arms.

It was a solid four minutes before the bus came to a stop in front of us. My heart thumped louder; goose pimples broke out over my flesh as the door opened. Every breath had the icy air stinging my throat and my lungs, but I didn’t care. After seven months, they were finally home; my soldiers were finally home.

Chapter Two

Savannah

“Sergeant Brody Sullivan.”

Stepping forward, I flung my arms open, a grin splitting my face as tears burned my eyes.

He looked exactly as I remembered: tall, lean, buff, piercing brown eyes, a Roman nose, soft, extra plump lips I often had to remind him to apply Chapstick to. His skin was sun kissed from the desert, his cheeks a tad burned, despite the nights being cold there, but I could fix that. I would soothe his aches and my own.

In two strides, he reached me. Dropping his bags, he hauled me against him. His warmth immediately engulfed me as he roughly cradles my plush curves. He felt like home.

I’d been wandering for seven months, and now I was home where I belonged. “I missed you so much.”

“I guarantee I missed you more.” He captured my lips, stealing my reply. He didn’t hold back, thoroughly tasting every inch of my mouth. He didn’t care who was watching; he laid claim to me.

Until that moment, I didn’t know just how much I’d longed for their touch. My body immediately heated, responding to his kiss, to the feel of his hard against my soft, to the weight of him finally being back in my arms.

“Where’s my welcome?” His voice jolted me.

Breaking away from Brody, I took him in. Like Brody, he looked a bit roughed up, his skin darker. Ben’s eyes were darker; his features were harsher and he appeared to have lost some of his muscle mass, his cheeks and jawline more prominent than I remembered. Upon closer inspection, it seemed Ben had had it rougher away from home.

But he was here now. They both were here now.

I went into his waiting arms. “Welcome home, Sergeant First Class.”

He smiled down at me, his gaze sparking with mischief. “That’s not the welcome I want.”

“Well, it’s the one you’ll have to settle for until we get home.” I ran my fingertips along his jawline, feeling his stubble from traveling the last thirty-six hours. The sharpness of it worried me a bit, the way his face cut in between his jaw and cheeks. He wasn’t gaunt, but, he wasn’t the same man I shipped off.

Leaning in, he kissed my lips. He was softer than Brody, more in control. Ben had always held himself together better, been less expressive than Brody. It was why he’d moved up the ranks quicker.

But they were equally wonderful to me.

Pulling back, I licked my lips, tasting his lingering essence. “Missed you.”

With a single nod, he stated, “Good.”

I cut my eyes at him as I shoved away from him fully, putting a few inches between us.

He laughed easily. “I was kidding, babe.” With one quick swoop, he circled my waist and tugged me against him again. Pressing a kiss to my neck, he conceded, “I missed you so damn much, beautiful.”

The husk in his voice had heat rushing my apex, had my pussy pulsating, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that. Sticking my nose up in the air, I gave him a smug smirk. “Good.”

Brody snickered. “You earned that one, bro.”

Ben inhaled deep, his gaze roaming me. “Guess I did.” He agreed with a small shake of his head.

“And that’s one of the many reasons why I love you.” Stepping in behind me, Brody planted a chaste kiss on my cheek. “And that’s one of the many reasons I want to get you home ASAP.” He grabbed my hips, pressing his front to my back, alerting me to his desire for me. He nipped my earlobe. “ASAP, baby girl.” His voice was barely above a whisper, a sexy rasp to his words. Oh, how promising his words were.

A shudder worked through me. It’d been so long since I’d been between them, cocooned in their love and protection. “Let’s go, boys. I drove the truck.” This way I could sit between them on the ride home.

Chapter Three

Brody

The army seemed to always change the drop-off point. For safety was my guess. We weren’t far from post, but the drive seemed to take forever.

Damn, I’d missed her.

She sprayed her letters with her perfume, but she couldn’t mail her feminine essence that blended with the scent, altering it, making it sweeter, less harsh. Nothing she sent was a good enough substitute for the real thing: her. Every single damned night, I wished I was home, cradling her curves; not a day went by that I didn’t miss her, that I didn’t think about her.

The only solace I got was in knowing I wasn’t alone. Our missions were different, our routes never crossed, our sweeps didn’t collide, but on the rare occasion Ben and I were at the same camp and got to catch up, she was always on topic.

“What the fuck happened to you?” I demanded, approaching my battered and bruised friend like a mission. I studied his left arm in the sling, cuts and purple marks spreading up his neck and jaw. There was no visible cast, but the Army didn’t hand out slings like MREs.

He sighed, refusing to meet my gaze. “It’s nothing.”

I knew my depths were stormy. I was pissed. Why the fuck hadn’t I been notified? Not everyone agreed with our lifestyle, but we were open about sharing our wife. Even if they didn’t like it, our COs knew what we were to each other: blood, which upset me even more when they said nothing.

Ben was more than my best friend; he was my brother. We were what was called Irish twins, born nine months apart. We’d always been close, always had each other’s back, and always read through each other’s BS. When he finally looked at me, I knew it wasn’t nothing. “The hell it is, Ben. Spill it.” My hands balled into tight fists at my side.

“Took some nasty shrapnel in a blast. One piece severed an artery. Lost a lot of blood, but they got it under control. Spent a couple days in the hospital, nothing major. I’ll have a few scars, but nothin’ worth writing home about.” He shrugged his good shoulder.

Narrowing my gape, I studied him closer. “You didn’t tell her, did you?” The question was clipped, frustration getting the best of me.

His features pinched. “What for, Brody? So she could worry twice as much as she already does?”

My nails dug into my palms as I ground my teeth. “No. Because she’s our wife, and if something happened to her, I sure as fuck would want to know about it, even if I was halfway across the damn world. Wouldn’t you?” I cocked a brow at him. Brother or not, he was being selfish by keeping this to his platoon.

Shaking his head negatively, he immediately refuted the claim. It was utter bullshit on his part. “I’m not putting her through that. I’ll tell her when I’m home and she can see for herself that I’m okay.”

“Dammit, Ben. I’m not gonna lie for you.” I clenched my jaw; the desert air, thick and hot, mimicked my fury. It pissed me the fuck off that he would put us all in this situation.

“Don’t. If she asks, tell her I’m fine, which I am.” He broadened his stance, digging his heels into the sand, literally and figuratively.

Sucking in a breath, I considered him, blowing the breath out slowly. “I don’t like it.”

With a single nod, he said, “I know.” There was an invisible ‘but’ there, a silent plea.

Staring at him, I tried to understand his logic, but I couldn’t. It was simple to me. We had an open communication policy in our relationship. She didn’t hide anything from us, and we didn’t hide anything from her. His decision to withhold went against all we’d known and done until this point. This went against everything that made our relationship work. The moment you started to keep secrets, you started to draw lines, and lines led to separation and a break down of all that was beautiful about us. We worked because we didn’t hold back. We were closer than any other couple I knew, even though there were three of us. It was because we valued truth over feelings…until now.

With a sigh, I met his gaze. “You tell her the same day our feet hit American soil, or I’ll tell her for you.” It wasn’t an ultimatum or even a choice; it was an order.

His eyes lit with appreciation. “I will. Thanks, bro.” He clapped my upper arm.

“For the record, I don’t agree with your actions, but I’m happy as fuck that you’re okay.” I knew this wasn’t easy on him. I knew he was probably sore and struggling to deal with the aftermath of it all. “Any casualties?” My gut tightened, bracing for the worst.

He rolled his lips, exhaling harshly. “Two.”

Silence hung between us. We knew. It didn’t need to be said. “I’m glad it wasn’t you.”

His smile was stilted, bitter as fuck, yet wistful all the same. “I am too, which makes me a selfish bastard.” He was a leader. According to him, he was responsible for any man beneath him, meaning their blood was on his hands.

But that wasn’t the way it worked. You couldn’t prevent every tragedy from happening. The world would be over-populated if we could.

Peering into his depths, I saw all of his self-loathing, and fuck if I didn’t want to soothe it all away. I hated seeing him like this. I hated knowing what seeing him like this would have done to Savannah. “It doesn’t make you selfish. It makes you human.”

We had been caught in the same hell sail, forced to take the same risks while we were over there, meaning Savannah could easily have lost both us. I knew there was a chance we could be deployed at the same time; we’d overlapped before, but only by two months, not seven.

Every night, I marked off another day. I’d counted down the days until we were estimated to return home, and I damn near broke out in song when our orders were given two weeks early, together. The odds were against that, so someone was shining down on us. We both survived, returned in one solid piece to the woman we loved.

And holy fuck, did I love this woman. She had an iron grip on my heart the day she came into my life.

Glancing sideways, I studied her. Damn, she was beautiful, prettier than I remembered. Her skin was soft, velvety, and she had a glow about her, this radiance that drew me in every time. I couldn’t give one reason why I loved her, why she was it for me; I could give thousands. It was all the little things; the way she spoke to me, the way she smiled at me, the way she was so protective of us in her own way. Add in that she was extra curvy in all the places I liked, and fuck if you could get me away from her. Hell, I wanted to take her right here in the car, but, while I could somewhat handle my brother seeing her pretty bits, I would flip the fuck out if anyone else did.

She wore three rings on her left finger: an engagement ring with a solid band soldered to each side of it. That was our brand, our mark of pride and ownership of her sweet body, and we weren’t the sharing type. It was a miracle we didn’t kill each other early on. As much as she was the catalyst, she was also the glue, the mediator, and the voice of reason that ensured we didn’t do anything that would fuck our relationship up, with her and with each other.

She put us first and we put her first. It was how this worked.

I bit back a grin, my gaze traveling down to the oversized sweater draping her figure. I didn’t need to see what was beneath to know. I remembered every rounded edge, every plush inch of her. She wasn’t what most guys wanted, but that was because they didn’t know how to handle so many curves. Amateurs. It was their loss and my gain, because fuck if I could keep my cock from getting rock hard at the thought of her sweet curves, whether they were covered or not.

And fuck if I could stop myself much longer from ravishing her right here and now. Damn. It’d been too fucking long.

Abruptly, Ben threw the truck into ‘park’ and damn near tore the door off its hinges jumping out.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one about to lose a load in the parking lot.

She laughed softly. “Relax. It’s not like I’m gonna get called away on duty,” she teased, a glint of humor in her depths.

Reaching over, he unbuckled her. His stared visibly darkened as he took her in. Even in a baggy outer layer, she looked good to both of us. It was pretty damn obvious he wanted the sweater off, though.

Suddenly, she seemed nervous, biting her bottom lip as she fidgeted with her hands in her lap. “You boys go on in. I’ll be there in a sec.”

One look at Ben and I knew we were in agreement. “I don’t think so, baby girl.” I slid her right into Ben’s grasp and hopped out of the truck. We’d been separated for seven months, dammit. I wasn’t about to spend another minute apart for at least a week.

She screeched, breaking into laughter as he hauled her out of the vehicle. “Stop.” On solid ground, she tried to evade his grip, but failed.

His arms snaked around her, crushing her back to his front. He nuzzled the space between her neck and shoulder, and she gave up the fight, rapidly melting into his embrace. His body relaxed around her, sighing in relief.

Damn right, brother. We were home. We were finally home.

Chapter Four

Savannah

Brody dropped their bags inside the front door and stole me from Ben. He pulled me flush against him and claimed my lips. His erection pressed firmly against my lower stomach through my layers. He plunged his tongue into the cavern of my mouth, tasting me thoroughly before nipping at my lips, teasing me.

Moving in behind me, I felt Ben remove the pins from my hair, one by one, before finally freeing my strands from the band. Sweeping my long waves aside, he closed his mouth over my neck, feathering my sensitive flesh with kisses as he carefully removed my necklace.

A soft moan escaped me as my need made itself known. I needed them.

Liquid desire heated my apex as they moved around me, working in tandem to slowly strip me bare. They paid no mind to the daring layers I’d chosen, more anxious to rid me of them than to admire them, particularly Brody. I didn’t break from his lips, he didn’t let me break from his lips, until Ben slipped a finger between my folds, circling my pearl, testing me I was sure. “Not fair.” My protest was spineless and weak.

Tweaking my nipples, Brody’s gaze openly roamed my abundance. Abruptly, he grabbed his cock through his pants. “That’s all I need. Let’s go, baby girl.” He snatched my hand and led me to the bedroom.

Glimpsing back at Ben, I watched as he followed leisurely behind us. I frowned, noting his lack of enthusiasm.

Right as my demons were about to rise up, he gave me a smoldering grin, the veil lifting, his depths showcasing his desire. “Don’t worry, babe. Nothing’s changed.” His smile fell a bit with his final words, almost as if they were a lie.

I wasn’t given time to dwell on it, though.

The moment we were in the room, Brody spun on his heels, facing me, and jerked me into his chest, capturing my lips again. His hands worked furiously, nearly ripping his uniform as he rushed to peel away his layers, rushing to be skin to skin, hard to soft, muscle against curves again.

Oh how I missed the feel of him against me.

Chapter Five

Benjamin

I froze at the entrance to our bedroom. She’d changed little details, added decorative touches here and there in our absence, but most of it had remained the same. I was able to pretend I’d only been gone a few days, possibly a week, until I saw our bed.

My heart cracked at the sight of the pillows. If I had any doubts about being missed, they were gone now. In our absence, she’d covered every pillow with a shirt one of us had worn in the days leading up to our deployment. Every damn pillow wore a shirt Brody or I had worn, wore a shirt that probably smelled like us initially, probably consoled her initially.

Fuck! Brody was right. I should have told her about my injury. Even when she thought I was safe, she still worried; she still missed me enough to cuddle my shirts at night. Every night I thought about her. Every night, I stared at her photo before going to sleep.

But it didn’t compare; it couldn’t compare to this.

My gaze flew to her. For once I was glad Brody held her attention. – Yes, we dealt with jealousy. It came with the territory. We’d gotten a good grip on it over the past seven years with her, though. – I watched him ravish her lips, his hands squeezing her curves. God, I loved her curves. I didn’t feel like I was going to break her. I savored her weight on me. I’d dated women of various sizes, and I’d walked away from them all.

I couldn’t walk away from her, though. There was something about her that I couldn’t resist. I could take her a thousand times, probably had taken her a thousand times, and yet I still craved her like it was the first time.

My brother did too. We’d gone head to head in the beginning. We became enemies for a short time, until Savannah walked away, refusing to be the reason two brothers spewed hatred at one another. That was our wake-up call, and his answer when I asked him, “Why her?” solidified my decision to share her. I knew I couldn’t give her to him without resenting him at some point; I wasn’t that good of a man. But I loved them both enough, cherished them both enough, that I could share her. It made more sense to share her than to lose the two most important people in my life.

Our parents didn’t understand at first, but when Brody gave them the same answer he gave me, they did what good parents do and supported us.

“I’m in love with her. I’ve tried not to be, but I can’t turn it off. She’s embedded in my soul. Sure I could walk away, but I’d compare every woman to her for the rest of my life, and that’s not fair. I’ve fought my feelings and I’ve fought you over them, Ben, and, frankly, I’m tired of fighting a battle that I know will end in loss, a loss that I’ll never get over. Either I’m going to lose my brother or I’m going to lose her, and either one will leave me a shell of a man because you both mean that much to me.”

I’d seen her first. I’d been the one dating her. But Brody and I hung out together all of the time, meaning Brody, Savannah and I hung out all of the time. I’d noticed the way she looked at him sometimes, but she never betrayed me. I saw the way he looked at her every time she came around, but he never betrayed me.

We didn’t plan it. Brody and I had never shared a woman before. She was different. Unintentionally, she changed our relationship as brothers. We were reluctant, at first, to the arrangement. In time, though, our reservations fell away and what was left was something beautiful.

We balanced each other perfectly. Our openness led to an intimacy deeper than I ever thought possible. Blood tied us, but love bound us. His honesty rooted the relationship in an unbreakable trust, and Savannah’s commitment to our brotherhood secured us as a triad. She put us before her, and we put her before us. Our foundation had no faults. We loved each other. We didn’t lie, and we kept no secrets.

…until now.

Dammit. I’d royally fucked this up. I should have told her.

Staring aimlessly at her generous outline, I knew I was running out of time. The moment I stripped, she would see my scars, the puffy, jagged, white lines covering my left shoulder and bicep. I didn’t want her to. Not because I couldn’t handle her inevitable questions, but because I knew it would cause her pain. I never wanted to hurt her, and I never wanted to be the cause of her hurt, even unintended hurt.

I observed her squirming against Brody, my brother doing a decent job of getting her going, based on her tiny mewls. I’d walked in on them plenty of times. Contrary to what most of my fellow officers believed, we didn’t have a threesome every night. I could count on one hand the number of times we’d taken her at the same time. Call me selfish, but I liked to know when my touch gave her pleasure and when it didn’t. I wanted to know that her cries were for me and not him.

He drew her towards the bed, but, as he climbed on, she didn’t follow.

Instead, she looked over at me. Taking in my uniform, concern creased her brows. Her gaze raked over me, searching me.

The tug in my groin was instinctual. The hard set of my cock, straining against the fabric of my clothes, was uncontrollable. I always reacted to her. I was powerless when it came to her. I was putty in her hands. I couldn’t deny her. I’d do anything she wanted.

I could be a cocky bastard, bossing her around, but the moment she stomped her foot, I gave in. I put her wants before my own.

She bit her lip, sucking it between her teeth. Her focus darted between us, uncertainty stiffening her muscles. Her nerves renewed my interest, drawing me fully into the room. Noting my entrance, her lips curled into a sly smile, her confidence returning.

Making her way to the foot of the bed, I caught the gleam of mischief in her doe brown eyes. My brows shot up, curiosity getting the best of me as she glanced back at me, her teeth nipping a bit of her bottom lip. She’s up to something.

I kept my focus trained on her as she turned her attention to Brody. The moment she climbed on the bed, I saw it. Holy fuck! My cock bounced in excitement at the sight of it as she crawled stealthily towards my brother. She’d been wearing it the entire time, the little minx.

Methodically, I began to strip off my layers. Determination set my pace; anticipation held my stare. I was going to take her where she wanted me to. “Hey, Brody.” I kept my tone casual. “Savannah’s wearing a butt plug.”

His gaze flitted to me in surprise before bouncing back to her. A wicked grin lifted his lips. “She’s wearing red cheeks now, too.”

“I missed you both, so…I want you both.” She pressed one rosy cheek to her shoulder, avoiding our gazes. After all this time, she was still shy about certain things.

“Unh, unh.” Brody crooked a finger beneath her chin, drawing her face towards him. “That’s not how this works, baby girl. You tell us what you want with your head high, because trust me when I tell you we find it sexy as fuck.”

Naked and aroused, I leapt on the bed, immediately rolling on my back and sliding between her legs. It was time to pre-emptively apologize, and fuck if I didn’t love this kind of apology.

Chapter Six

Savannah

I gasped as Ben’s arms wrapped around my hips and thighs like a vise. With a single tug, my pussy was in his mouth. My lips parted in a moan as his tongue lunged between my folds. Pleasure ripped through my core, had me pressing into his mouth. Oh, sweet heavens, how I missed this.

Reaching out, I hooked a hand on the back of Brody’s neck and jerked him towards me, claiming his lips.

He didn’t fight me. Instead, he proceeded to rub circles over my nipples with his thumbs. Above and below, they worked me into a frenzy.

I bit his lip, whimpering as Ben plunged a finger into my slick channel. That single move sent me right to the edge. “Oh, God.” My words were breathless. I couldn’t breathe. Pleasuring myself didn’t compare; couldn’t compare.

Tongue flitting fast and furious over my sensitive clit, finger fucking my drenched channel, plug filling my rear asset, bumping all the right places in conjunction had me in a fit of desperation. It was enough, and yet it wasn’t enough. I tried to move, but Ben held me down, forced me to take what he gave.

And, sweet cherry pie, what he gave felt amazing.

Brody watched as I fought to ride Ben, pleading for more. I wasn’t ashamed. I didn’t care that he saw everything hanging, jiggling, bouncing. I wanted more. All I cared about was getting more.

And more was what I got.

Abruptly, Ben added another finger, at the same moment he sucked my clit, and abruptly, I splintered into a thousand pieces.

I cried out, grabbing hold of Brody as pleasure tore through me. It was an all-consuming pleasure that had my limbs shaking and my pussy pulsating harshly. Every nerve ending was alive, exploding with ecstasy. Heat scorched my veins, burned through me. My heart pounded in my chest, my pulse rushed in my ears and my vision blurred at the edges as he commanded more, until his hold was the only reason I hadn’t collapsed.

“Well, fuck. Guess you really did miss us.” Brody winked. His eyes were passion pits, full of desire, wild and untamed, begging to be set free.

Feeling my cheeks color, I bit back a smile. “Told you.”

“More like showed me.” He stole a kiss, growling playfully.

Ben trailed his lips along my inner thighs, releasing me as he slid out from beneath me. He sent a shiver up my spine as he drew a path up my back with his lips, tugging gently on the plug every time his lips connected with my flesh.

As if he knew, Brody searched the nightstand drawer for the lube and tossed it to Ben. Returning to me, he cupped my face with his hands, pulling my attention to him. His brows knit together, his nostrils flaring with every inhale. “I need you, baby girl.” Leaning in, he pressed his lips roughly to mine, his muscles shaking under the strain of holding back. “I missed you so damn much.” Moving, he slipped one leg on either side of me, his cock bobbing up towards me.

Smiling softly, I kissed him once more. “I missed you, too.” Shifting my weight, I dropped down on my elbows. Licking my lips, I peered up at him. He held his breath, his lips parted in suspense.

Without warning, I closed my mouth over his member, sucking hard as I slid upwards and then back down.

His fingers threaded my hair, his palms cradled my scalp. His body shook, a hard groan escaping him. “Ah, fuck, baby girl.” He was battling his instincts, the animalistic desire to fuck my mouth. His gaze was glued to me, watching as I took him.

Behind me, Ben worked the plug free and lubricated my rear asset. He bent over me, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “Brace yourself, babe.” No sooner had he said the words than he drove into me, knocking the wind out of me.

I’d prepared, but not enough to accommodate my husband. I grabbed at Brody’s thighs, his need forgotten as I waited with baited breath for the burning sensation to pass.

“Sorry, babe.” His voice was a husky whisper in my ear. “I didn’t want to prolong your discomfort.”

Reaching back, I sought his hand, clinging to him once I got it. “Make it feel better, soldier.”

He circled my ear with his tongue. “I planned to.” Gradually, carefully, he began to move inside me. He didn’t have to say it, I knew: if I told him to stop, he would.

“Hands and knees, baby girl.”

Ben straightened behind me, slipping from my grip. He grabbed my hips, hoisting me upwards as he continued to drive into me languidly.

Tingles fluttered through my core as I positioned myself as ordered. I met Brody’s gaze, savoring the promise in his depths.

He moved into place beneath me. “Don’t move, baby girl. No matter what, don’t move.” His tone was harsh, held a hard warning, but I knew they were just looking out for me.

Brody aligned his cock at my entrance. He searched me, seeking what I didn’t know. Arching up, he nipped my bottom lip. “You better let me know how much you missed me.”

I chuckled, taking him in. Damn, he was sexy. Seeing them today cracked my heart open, left me raw with overwhelming emotion. Only a woman who kissed her husband good-bye for six or more months understood the gratitude, the relief and the powerful need to be close to them, to reconnect with them, when they returned. I needed them. I needed this moment with them, together, at once. Because choosing who went first would be me choosing a favorite child, leaving a lasting scar. And the truth was, I loved them equally, but for different reasons. I loved them so-

My eyes shot open, a cry breaking from me as he drove into me. I snared his biceps, gasping as they both took off. It was difficult not to move. My instincts were to writhe, to ground into the pleasure, to seek it out, but I couldn’t; my orders had been given.

Ben’s fingers dug into my flesh as he pounded into my ass, laying claim in rugged silence. His quiet made me want to look at him, to check on him, but that would require me to move. As if sensing my concern, he nipped my shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”

Every breath was an exercise. My muscles tensed, my womb knit itself in a tight bundle as they plowed into me. Their moves were fast, frenzied, chaotic, and yet they were careful, meticulous, and well strategized, enough to where I couldn’t tell where each of us began or ended, enough to hear my sounds echoing in the room, gaining in volume as my need multiplied, as my yearning increased.

“Fuck, baby girl.” Sweat dotted his brows and temples. His breathing was labored, his gaze locked on mine intensely as he took me over and over again.

There was pleasure, there was pressure; there was so much commotion. It’d been so long since I’d been stimulated this way. I groaned, biting my lip. “I want to move.” It was an admission and a plea. Pressing my forehead to Brody’s chest, I gasped, fighting my need.

I didn’t know who, I didn’t care who, but someone rubbed my breasts over and over, distracting me, sending me flying over the cliff. “Fuck!” It was a gasp, a moan, and a praise, as pleasure tore through me.

My nails bit into Brody’s flesh as sensations exploded through me. All of me shuddered around them, the pleasure, my undulations, seemed never ending as they pummeled me, driving me higher and higher, extending my pleasure, causing my mind to blank.

It was loud, and yet it was quiet, our bodies humming in one accord as they sought to give me pleasure and to take pleasure from me. Over and over, again and again, blissful fractions of concentrated passion burst through me until I couldn’t hold myself up, until I felt ragged and weak from the intensity of it all.

Ben’s arm circled my waist, holding me up. He didn’t stop moving, never losing his rhythm.

Then it dawned on me. Brody stopped.

Blinking him into focus, I found him spent, collapsed back on the bed. His gaze was trained on me, though, his eyes reacting to everything he witnessed, responding to my every moan, my every arch, my every grasp.

Abruptly, Ben yanked me to my knees, jerking my back to his front. He slipped from me. A moment later, something akin to rubber snapped and I caught a condom flying across the room out of the corner of my eye. With all of the lube, I never knew it was there.

One hand closed over my breast, the other over my hip, his arms crossing my body, buckling me to him. Then he surged into my ultra sensitive folds.

I gasped, my hands gripping his forearms as pleasure re-introduced itself.

Again and again he powered into me. His fingers moved to circle my clit and tease one stiff peak, drawing fresh pleasure to my surface, prickling my flesh with goose pimples as I cried out, as I struggled to take more. He nipped my shoulder, gaining my attention. “Show him. Show Brody how much you missed me.” He grunted, pounding harder and harder, circling faster and faster.

Looking at Brody, I found him intent on me, almost in a trance like state as he stared at me, his cock slowly beginning to rouse again at the sight. I bit my lip as he licked his own, watching as I took pleasure again, not missing a single swerve of my curves as Ben pummeled me.

Everything blurred. The room began to spin as my body vibrated under his touch. I felt so much and yet it all melded together into nothing, into curt rushes of overstimulation, of overpowering sensations that had me ready to fall apart but then disappeared again. I still chased it, though. I met every stroke, begged and pleaded for more strokes, seeking more than I deserved, seeking all Ben was willing to give.

My curves hummed as my limbs clenched. He didn’t give up. I didn’t give up.

His breath was in my ear; his quiet grunts worked me up higher and higher. “Let go, Savannah.” He sounded angry.

I was trying. God, I was trying.

Suddenly, his hands traded places. The fresh angle was enough. He broke me into a thousand pieces, unleashing on me until he joined me. Together, our cries filled the room. “Fuck!” His hands stayed as we splintered around each other, against each other, before each other.

Languidly, he moved in and out, his grip on me tightening as my grip on him loosened. He rendered me powerless, limp, with that final round. He gave only to steal it all back.

But only because I allowed him.

Brody snickered. “That’s what you get, show off.”

Our breathing was labored. I didn’t feel like I could get enough air. “Let. … Go.”

Carefully, he released me, allowing me to plant my cheek to the comforter, my ass high in the air. I didn’t care, though.

Reaching over, Brody ran his fingertips along my sure-to-be red cheek. “Next time, baby girl, tell him to go fuck himself.”

Bodies moved over me and a slap reverberated.

I groaned. “Guys, don’t ruin it.”

Pressing a kiss to my cheek, Ben planted his hands on either side of me. “Sorry, babe.”

Glimpsing up at him, I frowned. Shoving at his chest, I spun to take him in. As he sat back on his knees, I studied the angry white marks marring his flesh. Fear snaked through my belly, adrenaline giving me temporary strength. My hand shook as I lifted it, tracing each scar with my finger.

He sat, unmoving. His expression was neutral, any emotions he felt hidden well. His nostrils flared with each breath, his chest rose and fell with each breath.

Shit! Tears stung my eyes as the realization hit me: he could have died over there; they both could have, and there would have been nothing that I could do to stop it. Any breath he took there could have been his last.

A single tear slipped down my cheek. Rising on my knees, I claimed his lips. I needed to touch him, to taste him, to feel him and assure myself that he was here, this wasn’t a dream, and that he was okay. “I don’t need to know what happened. Just know that I love you, Ben Sullivan, and if, God forbid, you ever get hurt again and keep it a secret, I will take Brody’s advice and tell you to go fuck yourself.”

He stared straight into my depths. “I love you, Savannah Sullivan, and I guarantee there won’t be a next time.” He wiped my tear away.

With a curt nod, I stated, “Good.” Leaning in, I stole another kiss, savoring the softness, the comfort of his lips; they molded to mine perfectly. I dragged my tongue along the seam of his mouth, before drawing back as he plunged his tongue into my mouth, devouring me, tasting, teasing and simultaneously reassuring me.

Dropping several less intense kisses on my lips, he leaned back. He gently brushed my hair away from my face, meeting my gaze. “I’m sorry, babe.”

Swallowing hard, I didn’t trust myself to speak just yet. I nodded my head in understanding. I knew he meant it. I knew he did what he thought was best at the time.

My gaze went to his marks, his battle scars. I knew it could have been so much worse. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

He smiled softly, dragging his fingertip along my swollen lips. “I’ll always come back to you.” What he didn’t say was that he would come back alive, in one piece, and not in a body bag. He simply made the promise he knew he could keep.

Needing a reprieve, I spun to face Brody. “And you.” I pursed my lips, staring at his sexy form.

He smirked, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “What about me?”

Crawling up the bed, I straddled him, wrapping my arms around him. Already my muscles were screaming at me. Narrowing my gape, I studied him, searching for wounds, secrets. “Do you have anything to tell me?” I cocked a single brow.

Scrunching his nose, his smirk fell. “Okay. I admit it. I burned through a pair of socks a week jerking it with Birmingham at night.”

Laughter bubbled in my chest, a grin splitting my face. “No wonder you kept asking for more socks.”

Ben landed on his back beside us. His upper lip curled in disapproval. “Gross, bro.”

Brody rolled his eyes. “Like you didn’t unload over there.”

“Never said I didn’t.” Ben stuffed an arm behind his head. “But I’m smart enough to keep it quiet.”

“You should have heard Birmingham. The dude sounded like a cat in heat on the first and last jerk. We all laid paralyzed in our bunks until he gave that second meow.” Chuckling he continued. “One night, Braxton said what we all thought out loud, ‘Thank God that’s over.’ The fucker was twice as loud the next night.”

Ben smiled, throwing an arm around his brother. “Glad you got home in one piece. I don’t know if I could handle Savannah’s sex drive alone.”

My jaw slackened, both men looking at each other and then me.

Brody scratched his chin. “She can be needy sometimes.”

I gasped, slapping their chests lightly, which only sent them into a fit of laughter. Crossing my arms, covering my breasts, I glared at them. “I’m bigger than both of you, so don’t try me.”

They stopped and looked at me.

“Oh, baby girl.” Brody shook his head negatively, tsking. “You definitely have more curves, but we have more strength and stamina.”

I screeched as they tossed me backwards on the mattress and covered me. I screamed, squirming wildly as they tickled me.

“Hold her down, Brody.”

“No!” My eyes widened as Brody pounced, wrangling my hands over my head. I cried out as Ben assaulted my sides. “Traitor!” I cut my eyes at Brody, trying hard not to laugh, but failing miserably. I giggled and nearly snorted a few times as I threw my weight about, but I couldn’t evade Ben’s touch.

Brody’s eyes gleamed with amusement and adoration. He never let me question his feelings; neither of them did. “You love me.”

Thrashing again and again, I harrumphed, sticking my tongue out at him.

“Careful or a gator might bite it off,” he snickered.

I kneed his side, putting the force of my thunder thighs behind the jab. “Bite me.”

I squeaked as he began to nip my upper body over and over again. Ben joined in, making me bounce around twice as hard. “Stop! I give up! I give up.” I gasped for each breath around laughter.

“Alright, Ben. I’m coming to my lady’s defense. Back off or face my wrath.” Brody set me free, his love bites turning into sucks and kisses.

Ben stopped, angling back to consider me for a moment, pretending to mull it over.

Nudging him with my knee, I smashed my lips together. “Don’t ruin it.”

Humor flickered in his depths. “For you, I surrender.” He dropped down and stole a kiss. Copying Brody, he kissed my neck and my shoulder before sitting back on his heels, letting me catch my breath.

My stomach muscles ached from giggling so hard. “Thank you.” I sucked on my lip, savoring the taste of him.

“Hey, what about your knight in shining armor?” Brody poked my chest, feigning upset.

Giving him a quick tug, he fell atop me, catching his weight at the last minute. He stared expectantly at me, quirking a single brow. “Yes, my lady?”

I chuckled softly, my heart warming. “Oh, Sir Sullivan, how I love you so.”

“Oh, but I love you more.” He beamed down at me.

Ben butted in, shoving an arm over my chest, between Brody and I. “But not more than I.”

Taking them in, I couldn’t help but smile. My heart felt ready to burst, a sense of peace, a happiness I hadn’t felt in over half a year present. Their presence righted everything.

Wrapping a hand around each of their forearms, I felt like the luckiest woman in the world. I was loved, adored and protected twice as much as any other woman, and I couldn’t imagine it any other way. They were meant to be mine, and I was meant to be theirs. “Welcome home, soldiers.”

My heart picked up its pace as I stared at my men, as I studied their beauty. They were so much more than the handsome you saw, so much more than the sexy I saw, and they treated me as so much more than the not-so-neat bundle of curves I was. I put them first and they put me first, which meant I came twice as often as they did. Sometimes it was great to be an extra curvy married woman.

Licking my lips, I beamed at them. “Come here, boys.”

Okay, so maybe there was some truth to Ben’s statement. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I found my men irresistible, nor was I ashamed to say I craved my men more than food. That just meant we really were perfect as a threesome.

And why settle for one soldier when you can have two? Right, ladies?

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The End

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Please enjoy this sneak peek at another BBW military title, One Cajun Night.

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One Cajun Night

One extra curvy woman.
One extra sexy Navy SEAL Officer.
One night of fun, on the best night to be in New Orleans: Fat Tuesday.

At forty, plus size Samantha Baker was still trying to figure her life out, and then, along came Hardy Johnson - Navy SEAL, big flirt, and the best kisser she’d had the pleasure of kissing. He broke her out of her corporate shell and rocked her world.

The problem? His ship is only docked for thirty-six hours, which isn’t long enough to fall in love...or is it?

This Mardi Gras, there’s more than parades, music and beads; there’s magic, love and possibility…and those are the things that turn strangers into friends, friends into lovers, and lovers into so much more.

*Please note that One Cajun Night is a two-part serial.*

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One Cajun Night

Part One

Chapter One

Hardy

“Shut the hell up, Ridge.” I shoved at his shoulder. The burly male barely avoided colliding with Trevor, righting himself at the last second.

He laughed it off. “Hey, I’m just lookin’ out for ya. I mean you’re thirty, bro. It’s time to man the eff up and get a chain.” He flexed one buff bicep, his hand fisting as he grunted.

“Well, shit. When you say it like that.” I barely suppressed the urge to roll my eyes at him. Ridge was the only man I knew petitioning his friends to get married, probably because he was tired of being the only one. There were plenty of married SEALs, but we only worked with two and Ryan was one of them.

“Leave ‘em alone, Ridge. He’ll make a move when he’s ready.” Bishop hung back a step, pretending he wasn’t with us as he smiled at a petite, young blonde. By the way he was looking at her, like he was a hungry man who’d been starved in the desert for forty days, he was all about the hook up, not a permanent.

I couldn’t blame him. Bishop was twenty-eight, but he’d been married and divorced already. Seeing what he went through stopped me from settling with Alaina. I knew something was missing from my relationship with her. We got along great, the sex was decent, and she had curves in all the places I liked, but there was no spark. She was a nice girl, but she went along with things too easily. I needed spunk. I needed a challenge. Hell, I needed someone that would have me foamin’ at the mouth to get back to her every time we docked or landed.

Trevor shoved his way between Ryan and me as he caught up with us. “What are we gonna do tonight, boys?” He slung an arm around each of our shoulders. Ridge was well built, but he had nothing on Trevor Bishop.

“You two are gonna try to get laid, and I’m gonna sit back and watch you make fools of yourselves.” Ryan’s grin was cocky, like the man himself. Before Emily, he thought he was God’s gift to women. After Emily, he thought he was God’s gift to women, only there was no touching.

“Bishop can work on getting laid, and I’ll be kicking back a few beers with you.” Hooking up for the fun of it just wasn’t, well, fun, anymore.

“See. This is why you need to find a girl and settle down.” Ryan resumed his marriage crusade. “You already act like you’re married; all that’s missing is the Mrs.”

“Unh unh. Don’t do it, Johnson. The right woman won’t force you down the aisle. She’ll be good with a day by day.” Bishop was definitely still bitter after his divorce. Women were objects to him now, objects that could be bought, sold and traded on the daily.

I was their rope in a tug of wills. I wasn’t as beefy as they were, which made me easier to jerk around. “It’s got nothin’ to do with a ring, and everything to do with finding the right one.”

“When you find the right one, she won’t push for a ring.” Trevor pinched my shoulder, driving home his point.

“When you find the right one, you’ll want her to wear your ring. Trust me, you’ll want to know that she can’t throw you out the next morning, and you’ll want to make sure no other man can invade your turf when you’re not there.”

Trevor halted dead in his tracks. His lips curled into a snarl. “Yeah, well, a ring didn’t stop the ass wipe that fucked my wife while I was protecting his ass, and the ass of every other mother-fucking cheater in America. It’s the land of the free because of me and my fellow soldiers, and you know the thanks I get? A letter from my sister telling me the fucked up shit she walked in on and a set of divorce papers demanding half my shit and alimony.” His muscles flexed, the vein in his neck thumping. His nostrils flared with every breath as he ground his teeth. He was working himself up fast. “That was my high school sweetheart right there. That was my ride or die chick. Now you tell me how the hell I’m supposed to give another girl a ring knowing the only one I ever loved did that to me. You tell me, Ridge.” He invaded Ryan’s space, getting up in his face.

Stepping between them before things could escalate anymore, I slapped that back of Ryan’s head. I swore, sometimes he didn’t think. Hell. Most of the time he didn’t think before he spoke. That’s what got him into trouble all the damn time on base. I couldn’t risk either of them getting arrested tonight, though. We had to report back to the ship in thirty-six hours, and we’d be lucky if I could bail them out in time given the night it was in New Orleans: Mardi Gras.

Music blasted through the streets; it was an upbeat, high tempo jazz number that fit the mood. An eclectic mix of residents and travelers littered the walkways, drive ways, restaurants and bars. Confetti seemed to touch every surface, brightening the asphalt. There was a certain energy about the city. People danced, laughed and partied their way through the night. Beads fell from balconies, windows and rooftops as competitions ensued around who could collect the most, no matter who they had to flash in order to win.

It was a good night to be on shore, probably the best night to be docked here, but it was crowded chaos. There would be no kicking back and taking it easy on Fat Tuesday, especially with these guys.

Reaching around me, Ryan tapped Trevor’s arm, slapping my chest with the back of his other hand at the same time. “Why don’t we go grab some grub and a beer? I’ve got a hole the size of Aardwick’s head in my stomach.”

Galley food wasn’t awful, but hell if my taste buds didn’t sing every time I got to eat out. “Let’s go, Bishop. We can make Ridge buy the first round.” I glanced sidelong at him.

Taking a deep breath, he relaxed into a nod. “Alright.” He peered around me at Ridge. “But you’re buyin’ me a bucket, not a round.”

“Hell-”

Elbowing his side, I cut my eyes at Ryan. Sometimes, you had to pay a penalty, even if you didn’t think you did anything wrong.

He sighed. “Fine.”

Trevor snickered, his eyes lighting with amusement. “Sucker.” His lips split into a sly grin.

“Dammit, Hardy!” Ryan’s features pinched like he’d just sucked a lemon.

I held up a single palm. “No way, man. You can’t put this one on me.” Speeding up, I shoved my way through the crowd towards a strip of bars and restaurants up ahead. The closer we got to them, the denser packed the path became.

“Fuck. I feel like I’m a thousand feet down in a sub that’s stuffed tighter than a sardine can,” Ryan grumbled, twisting his body to maneuver his way behind me. We couldn’t walk side by side if we wanted to anymore.

“Welcome to Mardi Gras.” I didn’t bother slowing down for either of them. They were big boys. They could handle their own. And I knew from spending all my time in the field with them that they never fell behind, no matter what.

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