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Jolene left her long brown hair down, and it reached the middle of her back. The sleeveless black dress hugged her shapely figure. She was well endowed and then some, especially after breast feeding and having a baby. She worked out and even jogged with baby Billy in the jogger stroller that Melice Curran had purchased for her. She was on the verge of tears, didn’t get a lot of sleep the last couple of nights, and then Ray, John and Voight stopped by to see her when she got home from work and told her that their sons were coming.

“What are you going to do when you see them? What about when they find out about the baby?” Renni asked her. Meg caressed baby Billy’s blond hair. He was almost two years old, and her entire world.

“It’s been a tough two years. They made their decision back then, and they never called. Never returned my pleas for them to call me back so we could talk. So I could tell them I was pregnant. They didn’t come back when my Mamma passed away either. I don’t know them anymore and they’re in the past.”

They gave her sympathetic smiles but the truth was she was shaking as they walked into the funeral home, baby Billy in her arms, a sadness in her heart for Deanna and Galvan’s families.

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“I didn’t think we were going to make it past Mamma’s crying, or the dirty looks we seem to be getting from just about everyone. What the fuck is going on? We’ve been away for two years, but we grew up around here,” Shylo said to Kennedy. Boston and Vander stood beside them and their fathers and mother as people walked in to pay their respects.

Vander caught sight of her immediately. He felt as if the air was knocked out of his chest. “Christ,” Boston whispered. There she was, Jolene Farris, the one and only woman he ever loved. That they ever loved, and she was carrying a baby?

“What the fuck? She has a baby?” Boston whispered.

“Who is she with? She has guardians?” Shylo asked.

As they watched her Vander absorbed her beauty. She looked like some supermodel, not an ounce of fat on her and she’d matured even more than two years ago. But a baby? Whose baby? He waited, feeling jealous, angry and he wanted to know but then the minister stood up to begin the final prayer before they would all head out to the gravesite. They didn’t get a chance to talk to her, to see which men she was with, and as they traveled to the cemetery a thousand thoughts went through his head.

It was difficult, to say the least. The whole military ceremony would get to anyone. Stone as ice, Vander, like his brothers and most military soldiers, developed the ability to turn off emotions, to hide behind their stances, their uniforms, their training. He became so desensitized to things. They all did, and glanced towards Jolene, saw the tears flowing, the way she held the baby snugly in her arms, rocking him. She looked angelic, beautiful, so womanly, classy and mature. Twenty-four now, and apparently a mamma. As she looked his way, he quickly looked away but he felt her eyes on him and his brothers and it somehow got through that armor over his heart, his emotions, his body and that alone shocked him.

“She looks incredible. I mean, absolutely gorgeous, classy, and she has a baby. Who the fuck is the father?” Shylo barked.

“It isn’t our concern. We made that decision two years ago to leave her so she could have a life and not worry. She lost Billy, and she could have lost each of us several times. That wasn’t fair to do to her. Her dad died in the military and her mom was sick,” Kennedy said to them.

“Then she passed too. We should have come to the funeral then,” Shylo said.

“For what reason? To make things worse? We ignored her calls and pleas to talk. It would have hurt her again to show up only to leave again. We did it for her. So maybe she has a good man, a good husband and started a family. She isn’t ours. There is nothing attaching us to her anymore,” Boston said.

“He’s right. We lost our opportunity and made that decision,” Vander said and they walked past the coffin to pay their last respects to their friend Galvan.

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Shylo moved in behind her and unclipped her bra and it was on. She stood there naked, accessible and like old times they would make love to their woman together.

Boston slid fingers up into her cunt as Shylo held her back against his chest while Boston lifted her leg up over his shoulder. They worked together to bring her pleasure. Shylo slid a finger over her puckered hole back and forth as Boston fingered her cunt. Kennedy and Vander lowered down to suckle on her breasts as soon as they took off their clothes.

“Do we need protection, honey?” Kennedy asked.

“I have an IUD, but if you’ve been sexually active—”

“We’re clean and get checked regularly,” Kennedy told her.

“Lay her down on the blanket,” Kennedy said and they all moved except for Boston, who lifted her up and lowered her to the blankets as he pressed between her legs.

“Arms up above your head and back,” Boston ordered.

“Boston?”

“Trust us to bring you pleasure as we mark you our woman,” he said to her and she slowly raised her arms up and back. Her huge breasts lifted and he couldn’t resist exploring them. He suckled and tugged, making his way lower and lower when Vander and Shlyo lay down on either side and continued to feast on her breasts. Boston fingered her cunt and then replaced fingers with mouth and tongue. He licked her pussy and asshole back and forth.

“Boston, oh my God, yes, yes, that feels so—”

She gasped as he maneuvered a finger to her asshole. He nudged the digit into her and she grunted and came.

“We all take her together,” Kennedy said as he stroked his cock and looked about ready to come.

Boston lifted up, aligned his cock with her pussy and held her gaze as he caressed her breast with his palm.

“You accept us tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Thank God, woman, because without you life sucks,” he said and then winked before he nudged his cock into her cunt. She lifted and panted for breath as he nudged his thick cock into her very tight pussy.

“My God, woman, you’re so tight, let me in. Let us make love to you.”

“I am but holy God, Boston, you’re huge and it’s been forever for me.”

“No other lovers?” Shylo asked.

“Christ, I’m going to come before I’m fully inside of her,” Boston added with clenched teeth.

“None but you,” she said.

“God damn, baby, I know it might sound fucked up, but that turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. I want to take you with Boston,” Kennedy said to her.

“I want that. Like we used to make love. The way that bounds us forever,” she said.

Boston shoved all the way in and exhaled in relief.

“Home. My God, woman, you feel like home,” he said and increased his speed. In and out he thrust into her pussy before he lowered, held her tight and rolled to his back. She lifted up, gripped his shoulders and began to ride his cock.

“That’s it. No other woman but you, baby. You’re mine forever,” he said and she moaned and then gasped.

“It’s lube, sweetie. It’s been a long time and we don’t want you in pain,” Kennedy said.

“I trust you,” she whispered and the words hit them all. Boston felt it to his soul.

“She’s ours, Kennedy. All ours again and this time forever,” he said as he rocked his hips up and down.