STORY EXCERPT

Genesis sprinted along the open grassy area before the trail that led through the woods. It was lush and a little difficult to get through, but that was part of the appeal. Obstacles. She liked having to maneuver around them, through them, and into the clearing. As she jumped one of the long logs across the path and then had to zig to the right then zag to the left, she heard the crackling of tree branches and slowed her pace. Another runner came into view, but just barely. Dressed in black camo pants and a black T-shirt, she noticed him stop short. She kept going, not recognizing the guy, who was still at a good distance to the right when she heard more branches breaking and then two more men were there.

In a panic, her brain running to conclusions especially after the odd phone call from Seager a few weeks ago already, she hurried toward the clearing. Just as she neared the end of that trail, another guy ran across the entryway of the clearing and made a sound, a bird call. She realized they were all together and she figured the others were farther behind her now, so only this guy stood in the way of escaping. As she approached the clearing and jumped over debris, her shoelace caught on the edge of the branch, causing her to trip and drag the branch with her as she fell to the ground with a thump. “Oh.” She gasped when using her hands didn’t break her fall, and instantly she felt the burning to her knee, her elbow and shoulder as she landed awkwardly against the rocks and dirt.

“Oh crap, are you okay?” She heard the deep voice and slowly started to move when footsteps pounding against the ground echoed from behind her. “What did you do, trip her, Freeman?” a man said.

“Fuck no, she tripped, I think. I don’t know. I was just running past the entryway to the trail when I caught a glimpse of her,” the other guy said, who now bent down.

“Are you okay?” a third firm voice asked, and she looked up to see the four men surrounding her. Four military men, that was certain, and boy were they a sight. Camouflage pants, tight T-shirts, muscles upon muscles. When one reached out to assist her up, she pulled back. “I got it,” she snapped at him, and went into a pushup position.

“You’re bleeding on your elbow pretty good,” one said to her. As she maneuvered to her feet, she felt the large, warm hand on her hip.

“Jesus, your knee is cut up good. Anything else hurt?” the one guy asked, and he didn’t release her. She tried moving but he held firm.

She felt like an idiot. And to boot, the men were good looking, and had seen her trip like a klutz. “I can’t believe I freakin’ fell. My lace caught on the branch,” she said.

“This one I assume. It doesn’t seem to want to let you go,” the one fierce guy said, as he detached the branch that was still connected to her shoelace.

“I don’t either,” the other guy who had his hand on her hips said and winked at her. She rolled her eyes and then stepped from his hold.

“I’m Mills,” the guy who removed the tree branch introduced himself.

“Genesis. Sorry to stop you from your run. I’ll be fine.” She started to dust off her thighs that were covered with dirt; blood dripped from her knee and even from her elbow. When she felt the hand on her arm and then the really big, quiet guy take her hand, she tightened up and gasped.

“Your shoulder is bleeding, too,” he said, and stroked along her skin. Now they were all looking at her body, the way her tank top dipped low and was ripped, too. It was hanging there against her sports bra and revealing way too much.

“Damn it!” she exclaimed, and tried lifting the tank top by the strap to tuck it into the strap of her sports bra. As she fixed the other side, she felt the tank top raise and now her belly was exposed.

“Need some help?” the one guy asked, sliding his palm along her hip, staring at her pretty intensely. She was annoyed because she felt an attraction to them, but who wouldn’t? They were a force that was for sure, but also flirty. She wasn’t easy, despite the definite attraction she felt to them. She stepped to the side, wiped the blood from her knee and flung the blood on her hand to the ground, then used her tank top to wipe her elbow.

“Well, take care,” she said, and started to walk. “Whoa, where are you going?” Mills asked her.

“Finishing my run. Again, sorry to have interrupted yours,” she said, and as she went to walk, he touched her hand.

“Are you parked nearby? How far do you need to run before you’re someplace you can clean up those cuts?” he asked with concern.

“Oh, not far. Don’t worry, these are nothing. Thanks for the help, Mills, and…well the rest of you, too,” she said, and gave a soft smile.

“I’m Freeman, this is Denzel, and that’s Zedock,” Freeman introduced.

“Nice to meet you,” she said to them.

“So how far do you need to go?” Mills asked her.

“A few miles.”

“A few miles?” Freeman asked, looking surprised.

“It will be fine. I can assure you.”

“You live in Cherry Hill?” Denzel asked her, and she looked at him. All four men sported dark hair.

Denzel’s looked almost black and they had different shades of eye colors. Denzel’s was dark blue. Zedock had dark brown hair and green eyes. Freeman’s were light brown, and he had very short brown hair. Mills had dirty blonde hair and light green eyes. They all had a lot of muscles and even tattoos.

“I do. What about you guys? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

“We’re pretty new to town. Been here a month and staying with friends.”

“Nice. Well, if you want to venture out, there’s a nice bar called Harper’s, in town. Tonight is fight night. The owner gets the fights for free, and it’s broadcasted on all the flat screen TVs. Not bad for a Thursday evening,” she said.

“You hang out there?” Mills asked her.

“I work there, as a waitress and sometimes bartend, but mostly barmaid. Anyway, it’s a fun place and a lot of other soldiers hang out there too, so I’m sure you’ll feel right at home.”

“Nice, maybe we will check it out,” Mills said as he gazed over her body.

She chuckled at his flirtatious comment. These men were seasoned, a bit older, probably closer to forty, but they were definitely active duty. She could tell. They each had that stone hard look in their eyes. The eyes of killers. She knew that look well.

ADULT EXCERPT

Mills was in shock. He never expected Genesis to show up like this. He heard someone come into the room, had heard them walking slowly down the hallway. He hadn’t expected it to be her and he may have been a little rough, but right before he snagged her, he inhaled her scent, plus the smell of his bodywash on her wrist and just followed through. He couldn’t believe the deep connection he felt now that he was balls deep in her cunt. “Oh, Genesis. My God, baby, you feel so good. You fit me like a glove. You’re mine, baby,” he said to her, and kissed her lips as he rocked his hips.

She caressed his cheek and shoulder. Then along his neck and felt the hard, thick trap muscles on his neck, and then more along his shoulder. He thrust into her over and over again, and it was like he couldn’t get deep enough. “Oh, Mills. Mills.” She cried out her release and he rolled to his back, taking her with him. He was thrusting upward, and she rode him as he held her neck and hair.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” he said, staring at her breasts as he thrust upward.

“It looks even better than it sounds.”

She gasped and looked over her shoulder at Freeman in the doorway. He wore only sweats as he approached and joined them. He ran a palm along her back as she rocked onto of Mills.

“Holy God, man. Holy God,” Freeman said, and lowered down to kiss her.

She kissed him, and then when he released her lips, Mills grunted. “Hold on, baby. I’m coming,” he said, and rolled her to her back and thrust into her three more times then came. He kissed her everywhere he could reach, and she ran her fingers through his hair then locked gazes with Freeman. Mills pressed her arms above her head. “Look at her, Freeman. Look at our woman,” he said so seriously she felt embarrassed. She closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed.

“Look at us,” Freeman commanded, and when she opened her eyes, he was naked and sliding his palm along his thick, cock.

“My turn,” Freeman said, and Mills lowered down and licked both nipples, then kissed her softly on the lips. “I’ve never felt so happy,” he admitted, and it shocked her. Before she could respond, he moved out of the way and Freeman knelt on the bed. She was overwhelmed by their presence, their masculinity. All those hard muscles, the tattoos, the experience they had were all turn-ons. As she went to close her legs, he stopped her. “No. Stay wide open. Offer me all of you,” Freeman told her.

“Sweet Jesus.” They turned to see Denzel standing in the doorway. Her heart hammered inside of her chest. He had a shadow of a beard along his face, his blue eyes sparkled as they swept over her body and he came closer. Zedock filled the doorway now, and Freeman gently glided his palm along her ankle before he pulled her to the edge of the bed. She gasped and went to move her arms.

He reprimanded her. “Arms stay up,” he ordered, and she held his gaze and raised them up and back, making her breasts push forward in offering.

“Spread those thighs, too,” Freeman stated. Then he glided his palms up and down her inner thighs and teased her pussy lips with his thumbs. You’re already coming, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

She nodded.

“You want me then, Denzel?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Fuck yeah she does. She wants us to claim her our woman. Take her, Freeman. Mark her yours,” Mills said to him.

Freeman smirked. As he leaned over her between her legs and trailed his fingernail gently over her one nipple, it hardened and goosebumps traveled under her skin and straight to her cunt. She wasn’t a fool, and she’d only had a couple of lovers. None compared to these men. Not singly or together. No way. These men were a force and she wanted to be claimed by them. Possessed by them, and she didn’t even care what tomorrow might bring.

“You definitely work out a lot, and way more than running. You got dips and ridges,” he said as he trailed his finger along her belly, then her side, and straight to her cunt. He slid a finger up into her. Her lips parted. “Open wider,” he ordered.

She complied and he licked his lips. She looked down towards his cock and saw the pre cum and she licked her lips. “I want to taste you,” she admitted.

He widened his eyes. “You do?”

“Yes, Freeman. Please.”

“Oh.” He chuckled. “I love this. I love that you’re asking for what you want.” He maneuvered above her and gripped her hands and pressed his cock to her lips. She opened for him and let him slide his cock into her mouth. “Holy fuck, baby. Your mouth is incredible. I could come,” he said.

She moaned against his dick, sucked him a little firmer until he pulled out. Not happening. I’m coming in this sexy cunt. Denzel, come join me.”

She didn’t know what he meant, but then he was rising up and flipped her onto her belly. He adjusted her to his liking and Denzel climbed up onto the bed in front of her with cock in hand. She understood now. “Oh God.” She panted.