STORY EXCERPT 

“Lauren, do you think we’ll be all set for the opening in a few days?” Bo asked her.

Lauren was rolling out the dough for homemade mini apple, cherry, and blueberry pies. She loved getting lost in her baking and not thinking of anything but her finished project. She looked up and smiled as Lauren rearranged the counter again for the tenth time. She wasn’t sure if she liked the register on the left or the right and kept going over how she would greet customers and what hand she would use to accept their payment for things. She’d already had several teenagers come in asking if she were hiring part time.

“I think you’ll be fine. Everything looks amazing,” Lauren told her, and the sound of the bell ringing as someone entered the front door gained Bo’s attention.

Bo smiled wide. Lauren glanced toward the back hallway and room. She could hear the banging. Steve was still in there working, finishing up on some trim molding. He made her nervous, especially as he would just appear out of nowhere, and she’d caught him watching her. He had such intense blue eyes he scared her.

Lauren smiled to herself at the sight of Bo’s wide smile and bright eyes as she spotted Channing and Philippe enter from the front door. They smiled too, and it wasn’t hard to see the true love they shared. Lauren would be lying if she said she wasn’t affected by the many successful ménage relationships around Repose. But then she looked at Philippe and Channing pull Bo between them and hug and kiss her. She couldn’t be blinded by the love and care they seemed to show Bo. Her own experiences made her a different person when it came to everything, especially men, and specifically military men.

Like’s Thylane’s lovers, members of Sons of Justice too, these men had a way about them. A vibe they gave off that intimidated, shocked, hell, left people speechless. That unnerved her a bunch. In fact she wondered if taking this job was a smart idea because she really found discomfort around soldiers of any kind, even taken ones.

“Good morning, Lauren, please tell me you are making those little fruit pies Bo brought home the other day,” Philippe said, coming closer to the counter and peeking over at her in the kitchen.

She gave a soft smile. “Yes, sir. Cherry, apple and blueberry.”

“Sweetie, it’s Philippe, remember?” he asked, and she looked up and saw their expressions. Bo’s was happy and smiling, but Philippe and Channing held Lauren’s gaze with what she felt was distrust. Well, she felt the same about them.

“So how is the board coming along?” Channing asked and drew his attention back to Bo.

She took a deep breath and exhaled then locked gazes with Lauren. Lauren chuckled. “What?” Philippe asked.

“I can’t decide. I’ve been driving Lauren crazy.” Bo looked at the large chalkboard on the wall before the register where people could check out the menu there and then order.

“You aren’t driving me crazy. You just want things perfect, and there isn’t anything wrong with that,”  Lauren told her.

“It will be perfect, Bo. Plus, as people come in, they’ll let you know what they like by how much they order. Then you’ll know what to have available. You can also change the menu up adding different items or taking some away too.” Channing wrapped his arm around Bo’s waist and kissed her neck.

Lauren looked away, feeling a combination of things. She had given her heart, her soul, and virginity to Logan and Connor, and it had all been a setup, a game for money. There were so many aspects of that relationship and what had happened for her to continuously analyze. Ultimately it was their treatment of her. Their abuse, commanding military ways, that really took up most of her thoughts. The mistreatment and how they used their capabilities, their strength, and words to make her submit. She could feel the burn under her breast. The scar from the cigar Logan had pressed there as Connor watched and held her down. Tears stung her eyes, and sickness filled her belly. She could never get rid of it. She maneuvered her lowered arm over where the burn was, unable to caress it with her hand because she was fixing the pies.

ADULT EXCERPT 

“Steve! Oh please. Please, Steve,” Lauren begged as Steve suckled her clit harder and then plunged his tongue into her cunt.

She felt everything, smelled everything. Their colognes, their muscles, the sense of safety she felt being surrounded by them in the bedroom. Steve slid his palms up her belly to her breasts and cupped them as he feasted on her pussy. The bed dipped, and she looked as Eddie and Mink joined in.

Eddie on her left, Mink on her right. She stared at them as she moaned, and Steve spread her thighs wider. She went to reach for his head, but then Eddie took one of her writs and Mink took the other and brought them up above her head. Her ass was hanging over the edge of the bed, her arms now pressed back against the mattress and she was wide open for them. Eddie’s hand cupped one breast as he lowered his mouth to it. Mink leaned down to suckle on her other breast and tugged on her nipple. Hard.

She cried out, tilted her pelvis up, and then heard the orders.

“Get that pussy nice and wet, Steve,” Panther ordered, and then she felt the bed dip, her body tingling everywhere, and there was Panther kneeling on the bed above her head, muscles upon muscles and his thick long cock standing straight up toward his belly. He was huge, thick, and looked hard. Would he fit? Oh God.

She strained to get her wrists free a moment, almost feeling panicked.

“No, don’t fight us. We restrain you to bring you nothing but pleasure, Lauren. Always pleasurable,” Eddie warned her.

“I don’t know if I like it,” she replied, uncertain about giving them any power or control she had. She felt insane with need.

“You like it. A lot, and your body knows too. You’re so damn wet and ready for cock you’re coming all over my tongue,” Steve told her and then lowered down again, lifted her thighs a little, and slid his tongue back and forth over her anus and cunt.

“Oh!” she cried out, and Panther cupped her cheeks and jaw from above her and kissed her on the mouth. He ravished her tongue, swirled his tongue around in control, and they battled, but she submitted and came again.

“Now. Take her now, or I’m going to explode all over her belly,” Mink admitted.

Panther pulled from her mouth.

“Relax those muscles and let him in. We’re going to be your men, your guardians, your lovers and protectors. You let us in, baby, and we promise nothing but good things,” Panther said to her.

“Yes. Yes make love to me,” she said to them.

Panther got down off the bed, and then Steve slid his palms up her thighs, pressed closer to the edge of the bed, pulled her down slightly, and played with her clit. Back and forth he circled it with his finger and applied a little pressure. She held his gaze, stared at the scars and the deep welts, and wondered what he had gone through.

“Let me touch you,” she said to him, and Eddie and Mink released her wrists but not before kissing the inside of them and kissing her breasts again. She reached out and caressed up Steve’s chest as he aligned the tip of his very hard cock to her pussy.

He closed his eyes. “You’re touch heals me.”

“As does yours to me,” she said, and he opened his eyes, gripped her hips, and slid slowly into her tight wet channel.

The moment he was deep inside of her the tears fell, and the sensational feelings of a connection, an instant bond hit her soul.

“You’re mine now,” he said to her.

“And you are mine,” she replied.

He gave a wink and lowered down over her, caressing the hair from her cheeks, and he began to deeply, slowly thrust into her pussy.

She held his shoulders, ran her fingers through his hair, and absorbed the muscles, the sensations she felt having him over her, thrusting into her and claiming her as his woman. She felt the orgasm building and building, and then he lifted up, spread her thighs over his knees, and pounded deeper. Her breasts bobbed and swayed, her eyes held his, and she came just like that. She moaned, and he followed.

“Mine. All mine always,” he said.