STORY EXCERPT

As they walked out of the room, Shawna could see the women in the boutique all staring at the very tall man with his back toward Reyna and Shawna.

“Marcus,” Reyna said, and Shawna realized it was one of her sons.

When he turned around, she felt like she got the wind knocked out of her. The man was gorgeous, bruises and all. He had scruff along his cheeks, short, military cut brown hair, dark blue eyes, and as he looked at his mother with a serious expression, and then looked at Shawna, she turned away.

“Shawna, wait,” Reyna said, and grabbed her hand. She pulled her closer and Shawna gulped. Marcus was a very big man. Tall and filled with muscles, and she immediately picked up on that drawn out look in his eyes. The eyes of a killer.

“I want you to meet Marcus. Marcus, this is Shawna, she’s been helping run the shop for me. She’s my top beautician here, and a great friend.”

Shawna gave a small smile. “Nice to meet you, Marcus,” she said, but stared at him wondering if he was just as mean to his mom as the oldest Reynolds brother had been. He reached his hand out to shake hers, and his eyes gazed over her body and she felt it everywhere. What the hell? No, no, no, no, not happening to me.

When she shook his hand, she wished she hadn’t. He squeezed it, his hard, warm hand completely covering her small hand. She pulled back and narrowed her eyes at him.

“I appreciate you helping our mamma out. She’s mentioned you several times over the phone and of course this past week.”

“She mentioned you and your brothers as well,” she said, and Reyna walked away as Mrs. Cooper asked her something about a new product order and when it would be in.

Shawna started to turn. “Uhm, how do you like working here?” he asked, getting her to remain where she was.

“I love it. Your mom is so amazing.”

He glanced her way, then back at Shawna. “We missed her.”

“Did you?” she asked, unable to help but feel upset about how his brother treated Reyna. It wasn’t her business, but the poor woman was truly upset.

He squinted at her. “Of course we did. Why did you say that to me?” he snapped at her, and she should have backed down. Should have known from experience how mean soldiers act, but she was protective of Reyna, of all women who could be mistreated, or God forbid abused. It was a defensive reaction.

“She’s been over at your house a lot helping, and spending time with you guys or what?” she asked, knowing the answer.

“She comes by.” He looked uncomfortable, but again he looked her over, and her nipples hardened. This was not happening to her. Not a soldier. She turned enough of them down and this would be no different.

“You are absolutely gorgeous. Your eyes are incredible,” he said to her, staring so hard at her that she was lost in his eyes as well. She needed to walk away.

“Hmm, thanks. I need to get back to work. Happy to see you came by to spend some time with your mamma. She missed you all so much when you were gone. Enjoy the afternoon together,” she said, and then walked away.

She walked over to her station and next to where Elaine was. “Oh my God, if I was single, I would jump him.”

Shawna shook her head, and through the reflection in the mirror, she could see that Marcus was still watching her. The man had a presence about him. He was tall, like six three maybe, and he took up space around him, like you couldn’t miss him or just pass by him. No, he stood out, and he stood tall, straight, a military man. The short sleeve blue shirt he wore made his blue eyes stand out as well. He wore jeans that hugged thick muscular thighs, and a pair of black cowboy boots. The man smelled good, too. She was trying not to inhale and catch a little more of the pleasant scent, as Elaine and the young woman whose hair she was styling was in a dead stare at Marcus.

“I’m single. Maybe I can get Reyna to introduce me. A nice welcome home he could probably use.”

Elaine gave the woman, Cara, a slap to her arm. “You are so full of crap. You’d panic if that man, hell, if any of the Reynolds men, even looked at you. Marcus is the easiest going, the most approachable. The others? Not approachable at all, and not friendly. There’s a meanness about them, a seasoned attitude and it is clear they don’t want to talk to anyone,” Elaine said as Marcus walked outside with his mom, but not before looking back at Shawna.

“Holy shit, he just looked back at you, Shawna. Oh my God,” Elaine said, and smiled wide, and then slammed her hand down on the table.

“Shawna doesn’t date,” Cara said and shook her head.

“He didn’t look back at me. He probably heard you say you would jump him if he was single. I need to go over the appointment log for Monday before my last appointment today shows up.”

“Mrs. Hayworth. She is going to help you close the place down,” Elaine teased.

Mrs. Hayworth was a handful and never ever satisfied unless she was catered to. She liked Shawna though, so it usually worked out. They would lock up, and Shawna would deliver the receipts and money in the money bag to Reyna at home when she headed to her own place.

ADULT EXCERPT

“I missed you, baby.” Benson pulled Shawna into his arms and kissed her. He lifted her up by her ass, even though she wore a short flair skirt and sweater. He smoothed his hand underneath, shocked that it seemed like she wore not panties until he felt the thin material along the crack of her ass. She kissed him back and then hugged him tight. She felt feminine and sexy in his arms. He wanted her so badly, he ached everywhere. He carried her onto the patio where the others were. It was chilly out, but they started a nice big fire in the outdoor fireplace and had blankets to keep warm under.

“Now that is a sight,” Rourke said, obviously seeing her exposed ass as Benson carried her out to him. He placed her down onto Rourke’s lap and immediately Rourke winked then dipped her and kissed her. Their hello got hot and heavy quickly as Rourke slid his hand between her legs and found her pussy.

“Rourke.” She gasped after pulling from his mouth.

“I need a little something. I missed you,” he said, and adjusted her position.

She slid her palms up his chest and he used one arm to lower her back to the coffee table in front of the outdoor couch. “Did you miss us?” he asked, stroking her pussy.

Marcus and Sutherland bent down by the table. Sutherland cupped her cheeks as she moaned and lifted her hips. “Yes. So much,” she said, and then Sutherland kissed her on the mouth as Benson and Marcus raised her arms above her head.

“Fuck, you’re sopping wet, baby. I need a taste,” Rourke said.

“How do you want to do this so you feel no pain?” Benson asked.

She gasped. “Oh God Rourke, be careful. I don’t want you hurting.”

“You’ll let me, let us pleasure you?” he asked.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Say yes,” Benson pushed, and slid his palm up her thigh.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Sweet,” Rourke said, and he gave his brothers directions. “Move the table more. I need to be down on my knees like this,” he said. He adjusted his body, then lowered down as Benson and Sutherland pushed her skirt to her hips.

“Take these off,” Benson said, and began to pull her panties off.

She moaned and was breathing rapidly.

“Nice and slow,” Marcus told her.

“This isn’t really slow though. Oh!” she exclaimed as Rourke began to lick her cunt. She moved her hips and Benson pressed her thigh on her left higher so her ass and pussy hung off the wooden table. Sutherland raised her other thigh and they worked together to pleasure her.

“I want to see your breasts. Want a good look at how big they are,” Marcus said, and started to raise her sweater.

“Oh my God. Oh God, Rourke, Marcus, oh God!” she cried out and came.

“Holy fuck that is hot. She’s so responsive. Keep going, Rourke, then Benson is next,” Sutherland gave the orders.

Marcus maneuvered his palms under her back and somehow unclipped her bra. When he lifted her sweater and bra up and her large, full breasts emerged, Benson lost his mind.

“Holy fuck our woman is a porn star,” he said, and Sutherland chuckled.

“My turn, Rourke,” Benson said, and Rourke lifted up.

He licked up her belly and over her skirt that was bunched at her waist and went right to her breast. He licked and then nipped one nipple, then the other. She stared down at him. “Feel good?” he asked.

She nodded.

“It’s going to get better. You let go with your men, with all of us. Nothing but pleasure, gorgeous,” he said and kissed her lips. Rourke pulled back and moved to the side. Benson took his place.

Benson stared at her body a moment as he spread her thighs and saw her cream dripping down her crack and over her asshole. An asshole they would fuck and claim like the rest of her body. “You are stunning from head to toes, sweetness.” He slid a finger into her cunt, and then moved her juices over her asshole. He brought it back over her cunt and made little circles with his finger.

“Oh, oh God, please. Please,” she said, and he slid his finger into her cunt. “You are so responsive, baby. Your asshole has tightened up and looks so tiny. I wonder if our big dicks are going to fit in there when we take you together?” he asked as he thrust his fingers into her cunt. She cried out another release and shook.

“I think our woman likes the sound of that, Benson,” Marcus said to her, and cupped her cheeks from behind her, and kissed her on the mouth.

Benson moved his fingers out and used his tongue to taste her and arouse her further. Her juices flowed and his cock hardened. Marcus released her lips. “You ever have a cock in your ass, baby? Ever fuck more than one man?” he asked.

“No. Oh God no, no never none of the above. Oh!” she cried out and panted for breath.

Sutherland laughed. “A virgin ass. Gotta love that,” he stated.

“My turn,” Marcus said, and Benson licked her again, then kissed her belly. He tried cupping her extra-large breasts and couldn’t.

“Sweet Jesus, you are fit for kings. For us,” Benson told her, then kissed her on the mouth.

She cupped his cheeks and ran those delicate, sexy fingers through his hair as he pressed against her. “I want you so bad it aches. Can’t wait until you say yes,” he whispered into her ear. He pulled up and Marcus took his place, but what he saw on her face was a bit of fear, or something that held her back from responding. It concerned him.