“Better. Amazing. I won’t last. Holy hell. Move, Dell,” he said, and that was it.

  From there on out, it became a blur as her body reacted to their ministrations. She felt a series of orgasms overwhelm her insides. She tried to continue to suck on Fogerty, but then he was grunting and coming, shooting his seed down her throat. She swallowed and gasped, trying to keep up with swallowing as another orgasm hit her body. She was so wet that Dell and Watson were carrying on about it, and then Dell came with a roar. He pulled her down and kissed her neck as Watson thrust into her ass four more times before he came. He shook as he roared behind her and, bent over her to suckle against her neck and kiss her everywhere.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah, baby, are you okay?” Dell asked, and she moaned.

  “Crazy. Oh God, I can’t believe I did that with you guys. Oh God,” she said in a panic, and they chuckled and began to care for her, to actually clean her up, kiss her skin, and then Fogerty lifted her up into his arms and hugged her to him.

  “It’s real. No regrets, baby. I knew this would happen. I just fucking knew it.”

  She pulled back, her hands were on his shoulders, and she looked him in the eyes, knowing hers were filled with emotion. “How? How did you know?”

  “Just a little kiss, baby. That’s all it took.” He pressed his lips to hers tenderly before he lay her on the bed and held her against his chest while Dell and Watson joined them. She wanted to burst into tears, to hold on to him tightly, to this time with them tightly, and wish and beg for it to last forever. She wished nothing else existed but them and their love. She knew that wasn’t realistic, but for now, she embraced it all because God only knew what tomorrow might bring.

  Chapter Four

  April Marris was working out on the boxing bag, finishing up her intense regimen. She was sure to stay in tip-top shape, despite semiretirement. Her mind went to the phone call from the other day and to her boss, Pierre. She was caught between wanting to help a friend and the need to remain undetected. How could she assist without exposing her past profession or her life before Mercy, South Carolina?

  She finished up and then walked off the mats, sat on the floor, and guzzled down some water. She leaned against the padded wall and looked around the place. Her medium-sized beach house had a large room off the garage that she’d turned into a complete workout room. She kept it locked up and secured even though she never had anyone over. She was always so busy, or at least that was the role she played, pretending to travel some or work from home and at remote locations doing finance and banking for various companies. It had been a pretend position she knew a lot about and had maintained the façade for some time.

  So when she bumped into a guy in Mercy she knew from the Joint Terrorist Task Force, Case, who did jobs undercover involving drugs and illegal imports, she was shocked to learn about an investigation he was doing right here in Mercy. The kicker was finding out one of the guys being investigated was Cavanaugh, Amelia’s boyfriend. The agents he was working with, ones she knew, found out she lived here, and, of course, she was seen with Amelia, and they contacted her. April only knew Amelia from Afina and Kai. She had barely been around when she was involved with Cavanaugh, and April didn’t ever remember meeting him. Of course that made her an even better contact person for this investigation.

  When she’d worked for the government and the NYPD in a special operations unit, she was involved in everything from tracking down terrorist cells, confiscating guns and other devices that could be used to create bombs, and other intense operations that ultimately led her to getting shot and nearly killed. She was well trained, and her time held prisoner with two other agents she was working with had been two days of hell she would never forget. Her ability to speak several languages came in handy though, and she knew when they were concerned about a rescue operation and getting infiltrated by soldiers, and sure enough, that was what happened.

  Pierre located the boat before they reached land. It was also when he found out that the two men she worked with were the reason why they’d gotten caught. They double-crossed the agency, and in the midst of the exchange of gunfire, she was shot twice, once by each man, but she killed them, hitting them in the head one after the other. Her friend Evan, a Navy Seal, died that day, but the rest of his team lived because of her. She swallowed hard. Although she and Evan hadn’t slept together, they came close to it, but their professions were demanding and held them back. She missed him terribly. It was a reminder of why she needed to remain single, especially now as she was still in recovery mode emotionally.

  She exhaled as she leaned back against the wall. It had been a fucked-up situation. She was interrogated by so many agencies she began to feel like she would lose her mind. She didn’t even care if they stripped her of her position. She had money saved. She was single, twenty-five years old, and was considered an expert in so many fields of operations the government didn’t want to lose her. They gave her medals, promoted her instead, and then she took a break and decided to retire. It had been so traumatic. Of course Pierre wouldn’t let her nor would the agency, so what did she do? Worked less dangerous situations and did a lot of computer investigations, some interviews and things, which left her vulnerable to some potential danger, but she kept her skills sharp. She got to travel a little here and there, and most importantly, she made great money. She still hid her past and her profession, and she planned on keeping it that way. So seeing Case had been a shock, and now she spoke to him daily. Then Michael Waters arrived, taking a job locally in the State Police Barracks, and she knew him very well. Seemed the little town of Mercy was getting some attention.

  Her cell phone rang, and she glanced at it and smiled. It was Pierre. “Hello?”

  “Did you hear from that guy Case you know?”

  “Hello to you, too.” She got up and then prepared to leave the room and head inside to shower.

  “I take that as a no.”

  “No, I didn’t, why? You know something?”

  “I know that your friend was seen doing a delivery of stolen jewels to a club the other night, and they are talking about taking her in or trying to turn her to be a rat.”

  “No.”

  “Yes. I figured you would want to know.”

  “Idiots. Why would they do that? Obviously she’s scared of Cavanaugh and he still has a hold on her.”

  “Not sure, but before she gets killed, you might be the only one to kind of help here.”

  “I said I didn’t want to be involved with this.” She exhaled.

  “I know that, but she is a friend. You said you wanted to protect her and asked to be aware of what’s going on. I got word because this guy she delivered stuff to, Herbano, is into bad shit. In fact, it was only a matter of time before his file was going to fall into our hands.”

  “He’s on that list?”

  “Yes.”

  “What the hell is he doing in South Carolina?”

  “Laying low.”

  “I suppose. I guess I need to call Case.”

  “Oh he won’t mind. I think he still has the hots for you.” She snorted.

  “Wonderful.”

  “Let me know if you need anything else.”

  “Will do.” She ended the call.

  If these agents tried to make Amelia rat out Cavanaugh, she was as good as dead. How could she help Amelia and also remain anonymous? She had some work to do, but first a call to Case.

  * * * *

  Amelia stepped under the spray of water in the very large shower. She had tried her hardest to not let the men see the aches she felt as she climbed out of bed. She wasn’t sure if Watson had noticed. If he did, then he didn’t let on and he’d accepted her request to shower alone. She washed her hair then soaped up while the conditioner stayed in. The hot water eased her muscles even as she turned and bent slightly so it would hit everywhere. She used the washcloth to caress against her very swollen pussy and was shocked by instant thoughts of the men.

  They were charismatic, commanding, and macho, so seasoned and unbelievably perfect that she started to feel less perfect. Like she wasn’t good enough. Didn’t deserve them. How would she ever explain about Cavanaugh? She thought of him. Of the ways he would punish her for cheating on him even though they weren’t together. He would perceive it as just that. What would he do? How bad would the consequences be? Tears filled her eyes, and she closed them, let the conditioner rinse from her hair, and she saw his face. Fierce, angry, the fists of steel that banged on her body sending her to the ground before he would grab her back up and toss her against the wall or onto the bed. She tightened her eyes and willed the thoughts away. No, no, no. I won’t let you ruin this for me. I’ve let you control me for far too long. I love Watson, Dell, and Fogerty. I want them in my life forever.

  She cried and tried to not think of his words, his threats. No other men ever, Amelia. Ever, or I will kill them and then make you wish you were dead, too.

  The hand landed on her hip, and she screamed and swung around. Dell gripped her wrist and her hip, stopping her.

  “Jesus, what the hell?” he asked, and she hugged him tight.

  She squeezed him around the waist and began to kiss his skin, his chest muscles, and he asked her what was wrong. She ignored him and then lowered down and took his cock into her mouth. She wouldn’t ruin this. She wouldn’t let Cavanaugh into her head as long as she was here. She licked and sucked on Dell’s cock, and he caressed her hair and moaned.

  “Sweet mother. Amelia, my God, your mouth is incredible.”

  She sucked harder, bobbed her head up and down as she pushed the tears away, and focused on Dell and loving him for as long as she could.

  “Come up here, baby. I want to be inside your pussy when I come. Come on.”

  He caressed her hair, and she eased her mouth from his cock as water cascaded over her face, hiding her tears, she hoped, and she eased up his body with his help. He lifted her, she straddled his hips, and he pressed her against the wall. Dell’s hands cupped her cheeks, and he pressed his mouth to hers and plunged his tongue in exploration, and she moaned into his mouth.

  He slid his hand between them, and she lifted so his cock reached her cunt, and a moment later, he thrust into her fully.

  “Ohh.”

  They both moaned together. He kissed along her chin and throat. She let him raise her arms above her head, and he thrust faster, deeper into her. She squeezed her legs tight around his hips and then looked at him and the intense expression in his eyes.

  “You okay?” he asked. She nodded, but the tears feel. He squinted.

  “No, no don’t ease out. Make love to me, Dell. Claim me, mark me, make me all yours. Everything is perfect when you guys are inside of me. Please,” she begged and tilted toward him to kiss him.

  He squeezed her arms more snuggly against the wall and used his hips and leg muscles to thrust into her faster and faster until her orgasm overtook her. She cried out her release, and he followed.

  “Mine. All mine.” He shivered in the aftermath of their lovemaking then lowered her arms and hugged her to him.

  They remained just like that. The water sluicing over their bodies, the sound of their hearts racing, and their breathing settling, and she would remember this day and night with them no matter what happened.

  Chapter Five

  Watson pulled Amelia onto his lap after they had a nice dinner and cleaned up the kitchen. They were on the back porch, and the darkness of night was settling in. Her talk about work tomorrow morning, after basically spending the weekend with him and his brothers, upset him. He didn’t want her to leave. He wanted her close, wanted to know more about her, but she hesitated to tell them much of anything. Well, they weren’t a hundred percent honest with her either, and maybe that was why they didn’t push for more information.

  He stroked her bare thigh in the shorts she wore. She was fully dressed, and any minute she would mention needing to get home to get rest for a week of work.

  “So how about dinner this week? Any night work best?” he asked as Dell and Fogerty joined them now, too. They took the empty seats and eased back into them, looking out at the clear night sky.

  “Well, those classes I’m starting are Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at seven. I don’t think those nights will work. Tuesday might be best or Saturday.”

  “One night?” Dell asked.

  “All week and not seeing you? Don’t think that’s an option,” Fogerty added.

  She sat up. “I want to see you, too. Things happened so fast though. Maybe it’s better if we wait a few days.”

  Watson dipped her in his arms, and she gasped. He held her snugly and stared down into her eyes. “The speed was perfect. Everything has been so far, so let’s keep at it. Now, we want to learn more about you, and I’m certain you want to learn more about us. The only way to do that is to spend time together. Can you break for lunch at work at the hospital?” he asked and stroked her jaw. She nodded.

  “Good, then we can take turns meeting you for lunch. You’ll have time between the class and when work ends,” Fogerty said to her.

  “We’ll spend the weekend together, and even with friends, too, if that’s what you want to feel more comfortable,” Dell suggested.

  She stared at Watson. “You would do that? Hang out with my friends?” she asked, seeming shocked.

  “We know most of them already,” Watson whispered, and he lifted her up and gave her a kiss. She slid her arm over his shoulder and hugged him.

  “Okay. Whatever you want,” she said, and he gave a wink and then looked at Dell and Fogerty.

  “Baby, can I ask you something?” Della asked.

  “Go ahead.”

  “How badly did this boyfriend of yours hurt you?”

  She definitely tightened up.

  “I understand if you don’t feel comfortable explaining things to us yet, but you will eventually have to. When I came into the shower today, you were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear me say your name at all. When I touched you, you looked so damn scared. There were tears in your eyes, and well, you were going to hit me.”

  “I zoned out a second, Dell. It happens.” She eased off of Watson’s lap and fixed her shorts and the tank top she wore.

  She stood there and took a few unsteady breaths. Watson caressed her thigh. She locked gazes with him.

  “Explain it to us.”

  She shook her head.

  “We asked for you to explain. Now give us something,” Fogerty demanded in that tone of his.

  Watson wanted to know. He was afraid that Dell or Fogerty could really show their commanding side and demand her to talk to them. He didn’t see that going well at all.

  “Why are you doing this? Can’t we just enjoy the rest of the weekend?” She tried stepped back, but Watson gripped her thighs and pulled her between his legs. She had to grab onto his shoulders so she wouldn’t fall. He smoothed his palms up her thighs and let his fingers slide under the bottom of her short shorts, caressing the little fold of her ass as she stood there.

  Her breasts were full and the cleavage deep. He would never forget the way she looked the second she walked into the kitchen and he realized he was yelling and she’d heard him. Like a sweet, beautiful angel.

  She tried pushing back.

  “Don’t push away. You stay right here where you belong.”

  She licked her lower lip and stared at him.

  “How long were you with him?” Dell asked.

  “A little over a year.”

  “When did you break up with him?” Watson asked.

  “About four months ago.”

  “That’s recent,” Fogerty said in a tone that definitely revealed his concern.

  Watson caressed her thigh.

  “I didn’t expect this to happen. To meet the three of you and think that my life could be different and not so painful,” she said, surprising him.

  “Painful, baby? What do you mean?” Dell asked before Watson could.

  She reached up and cupped Watson’s cheek. “You guys are older, have a lot more experience than I do. It was really hard for me to let go and to trust the three of you. I’m just not ready to explain about my mistakes, my screwed-up life, and the things I’ve had to deal with. Just know that I truly feel so much for you already. I hope that doesn’t scare you.”

  “Scare us? No. We want to take care of you and show you how real men treat their woman,” he said, and she slid her finger along his lower lip then leaned forward to kiss him.

  * * * *

  Fogerty was feeling a bit uneasy as he drove Amelia home. He understood that they had only been together the last two days and most of the time had been spent in bed with her, but this felt different. It wasn’t just sex. Hell no. He didn’t want her out of his sight. He worried about her. Wondered about her life and mostly wondered what she wasn’t telling them. Was it wrong to want to learn more and know more so soon? Were they jumping the gun a little too quickly? Were they the ones coming off like instant possessive assholes? He didn’t like feeling this way. It was new to him, and he had a feeling that Amelia had her reservations, as well. He slid his hand to hers and brought it onto his lap.

  “So we’ll call or text tomorrow to make plans for Tuesday night?” he asked.

  “That would be great. I hope I won’t be sore after taking the class tomorrow.”

  “You may be a little bit, but don’t worry. I’m great with my hands and can ease any tight muscles you have.” He flirted, and she blushed.

  “I bet,” she whispered, and he knew she was intimidated by their experience and their ages, but it only made her more appealing. He pulled into the parking lot at her apartment building. “You don’t have to walk me up.”

  “I was planning on making sure you got in okay.”

  She stared at him. “I would have asked the three of you to come back and stay with me, but I know I wouldn’t get any sleep, and I really need to be on the ball at work. It’s been busy during the day.”