STORY EXCERPT

“Damn it! I told you this wasn’t for you!” Dalton yelled as he banged his fist down on the mat before he stood up, making her jump and close her eyes at his intensity and anger.

She caught her breath and was struck by his tone and belief that she couldn’t do this.

“I’ve never done anything like this before!” she yelled at him. Her voice cracked and he stared at her with annoyance. He was disappointed in her and she felt guilty, deep inside her heart. God, she should just tell them what had happened and about her own inner struggles right now. She stared at Dalton. He would find her weak and she didn’t want that. She wanted him to respect her and to support her. I’m making myself crazy.

“I don’t know what to do or how to fight against myself. I’ve never done anything like this before,” she repeated in desperation.

“Because you shouldn’t have to!” Dalton yelled back then paced a few steps, running his hand through his crew-cut hair.

Hank looked at her and touched her knee.

“You have to be able to think quickly, Millie. You can’t fight against the thoughts in your mind or the weaknesses from other things in the past. You have to be in the now, Millie. You almost have to have a sense as to what move your attacker will make. When you see Dalton come down low at you, you need to prepare to get out of the way or get into the immediate position to counteract. As he goes to grab you, I want you to immediately wrap your arms around his neck and latch your legs around his waist, closer to his ribs, and squeeze against him. Make him use his strength and energy trying to get you off.”

“That’s going to hurt when I hit the floor. He’s huge,” Millie replied.

“If you’re attacked, it could be by anyone of any size.”

She nodded in understanding.

“She’s not focused,” Dalton chimed in.

She glared at him as she stood up and unzipped her sweatshirt.

“I am focused,” she replied with attitude then pulled off her sweatshirt and tossed it to the corner. She wore a tight-fitting black tank top tucked into her loose, thin yoga pants. Both men seemed to look her over before she got into a ready stance.

* * * *

Dalton was trying his hardest to act professional and understand what the hell Millie was thinking, but it was difficult. She smelled incredible and was very tough, but he didn’t want her to feel like she needed to fight. He was compelled to protect her, but she seemed distant and independent to the point of frustrating him and his brothers. They had all met last night and talked about her. His brothers were interested, but they knew they needed to tread carefully. His patience and control were being tested especially when rolling around on the mats with her breasts pressed against his body. His dick was so fucking hard he was having trouble concentrating, and now she took off her sweatshirt. Sweet mother of God, she was gorgeous, and for crying out loud she seemed oblivious to it. Most women would have come in here wearing far less and strutting their bodies for attention from him and his brothers, but not Millie. She hid behind loose-fitting clothing and sweatshirts.

“Okay, start again.” Hank interrupted Dalton’s thoughts.

He maneuvered around the room, striking when he thought he could catch Millie off guard, but she surprised him by countering his strikes with hits. She was very angry and her determination to succeed was commendable, but she was far from ready.

He pretended to have the knife again and he struck. She turned and jabbed him in the side. He hid his response and stabbed at her again. This time she nearly tripped but recovered and dodged his move again. He went for the kill and got down low to tackle her.

This time Millie was ready as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips as he took her to the mat. He used his knee to break the fall slightly because she was so much smaller than him.

“Tighten those legs, Millie, and hug him to you so he has to exert the energy to get you off of him,” Hank told her, and she did. She was very strong and nearly choking him as he worked her body with his hands. He could feel her heart racing and he knew his was, too, not from overexertion, but from lust.

She felt good in his arms, all feminine and curvy. He was a big man and would love the feel of a solid, voluptuous woman like Millie in his arms whenever he wanted.

She seemed to be lessening her hold on him and slowly pulled her head back from his shoulder.

They locked gazes as they both breathed heavily, his body covering hers as she lay flat on the mat.

He had no control over his next move and lowered his head, touching his lips to her soft full ones.

ADULT EXCERPT

Marco’s fingers pulled the thin material that started at her hip and disappeared between her ass cheeks. She gasped at his brazen move but was so utterly and completely turned on by both him and Anthony she couldn’t move. The pressure from his large hand enticed her body. She felt her pussy clench and she tightened her legs.

“Your choice, Millie. Dessert before dinner or dinner first?” Marco asked. His hand paused on her skin, singeing it and filling her with lust.

“Oh, God, this can’t be happening to me.”

“It sure is happening to you. We want you,” Anthony whispered against her neck as he held her hips.

“Why?” she found herself asking in a raspy, sexy tone.

Marco shook his head as if disappointed at her lack of realization as to why they wanted her. Then he squeezed her to him and held her gaze.

“Because you are sweet, sexy, and all woman. You make me want things I’ve never wanted before.” She gulped then felt Anthony move his hands from her waist up to her breast and squeeze.

“And because you’re beautiful and a fantasy come true,” Anthony added then squeezed again.

“Oh, God.”

“You feel it, Millie, don’t you?” Jeremy asked as he moved into her line of sight. Hank and Dalton surrounded them now, too.

She nodded her head.

“Say it. Say you feel what we all feel,” Hank demanded, and she felt the intensity of his tone.

She looked at Dalton. “I feel it. I feel it with all of you.”

“Dessert first,” Jeremy teased.

“Didn’t someone say something about a tour?” Millie asked, feeling a bit of stage fright.

She gasped as Marco scooped her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing at all.

“No better place to tour first than the bedroom.”

* * * *

Marco slowly lowered Millie’s body down his until her feet hit the carpeting. He could sense her uneasiness and was glad his brothers held back joining them. They didn’t want to scare her, but they were going to make love to her tonight.

“Are you scared?” he asked as he cupped her cheeks and stared down into her dark blue eyes.

She nodded her head.

“Well, don’t be. Anthony and I are going to take things nice and slow, baby. We want you.” As he said Anthony’s name, his brother took that moment to place his hands on Millie’s hips. She tensed a moment until Anthony kissed the top of her head. Anthony massaged her hips then pulled her back as he stepped forward. Her body was wedged between them both.

“Now where were we?” Marco teased while he cupped her cheek, tilted her face up toward him, and kissed her.

She tasted sweeter than honey. He felt Millie relax against Anthony as she reciprocated Marco’s kiss. He glided his hand along the hem of her dress and back to her thigh where he stopped earlier. She would tense and then relax with every new move he made. He continued the journey with his hand, grabbing ahold of the thong panties, pressing them to the side then cupping her mound.

Millie moaned into his mouth.

She was hot and wet for him. The evidence made his cock harden and hunger intensify. When she slightly adjusted her stance so he could gain better access to her pussy, he took full advantage and pressed a digit up into her.

“Oh,” she moaned after pulling her mouth from Marco’s. He continued to kiss her skin, suck along her neck then nibble.

In and out he pressed his finger then added a second digit.

“So hot and wet for us. I want you, Millie. I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

“Yes, oh God, Marco, please,” she begged then thrust her hips against his fingers.

“Baby, you are turning me on. You ever make love to two men at once?” he asked and she shook her head. “Good. We’ll be your firsts.”

Marco continued to thrust his fingers up into her as Millie rode out the waves of an oncoming orgasm. Marco could feel her vaginal muscles grip his digits and he couldn’t help but imagine being inside of her. Anthony began to pull off Millie’s dress. He lifted it up and over her head then tossed it onto a nearby chair.

The sight of her body and her large breasts covered in black silk was too much to ignore.

He leaned forward and licked the cleavage.

“Millie, you’re a goddess. It’s like you were made for us,” Anthony stated then licked across her collarbone. Marco smiled from below.

“I have to be inside you.”

Marco slowly removed his fingers, causing Millie to moan as Anthony turned her toward him. Anthony began kissing her while Marco pulled off his clothing.

When he was naked, he stared at her body and reached out to caress her ass cheeks.

He pressed up against her, allowing her to feel his cock between her ass cheeks while he rubbed up and down. They were skin to skin and he felt the pull, the attraction so deep he nearly came right there.

“You have a great ass, Millie.”

“Oh,” she moaned then rolled her head back. Marco made quick use of his hands and unclipped her bra.

The material dropped to the floor and Anthony moaned.

“God almighty, you’re perfect,” Anthony stated then leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth.

Marco guided them to the bed.