Sons Of Justice 1: In Good Hands (MFMMMM)
[Siren LoveXtreme Forever: Erotic Contemporary Menage Romantic Suspense, M/F/M/M/M/M, HEA]
Cherokee is in good hands under the protection of five very resourceful commanders. What she doesn't expect, and neither do they, is to fall in love, only for that love to be challenged by danger and their own insecurities. It's not easy to let down your guard and feel vulnerable. For soldiers as hardcore and experienced as these five men, it seems impossible, as if they aren't good enough for Cherokee. She needs to prove them wrong.
However, she has her insecurities, too. The men are much older, more experienced, and their military responsibilities come first and foremost. She's used to being the daughter of soldiers, but the lover of five? Could be a recipe for disaster or the perfect match. Especially as the attraction ignites and nothing else seems to matter but loving them.
When push comes to shove, and Cherokee is alone and in danger, all the training her fathers taught her, and the determination to get back to her men, pushes her through. She will stop at nothing to see them all again, or die trying.
Note: This book contains triple penetration.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
- Karlyn Plett
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Cherokee was used to men looking at her. She knew she stood out with her long blonde hair and deep green eyes. Had enough compliments over the years and her dads had been asked if she modeled or if they would consider having her model since she was eight. They declined. As she matured more and more, they got protective and had her learn everything from shooting various types of guns to hunting and surviving in the woods. She preferred camping out over lodging indoors, but then when college came, things changed. She wanted to be professional, respected, and also capable. She loved teaching children. She had a soft tone and a calm demeanor until pushed. She was soft-spoken and empathetic toward kids. She prayed she could find a teaching job, and that the one that may be available in town was still available this fall. She still had some recovering to do before she could stand up and teach all day in a classroom and not have the migraines. They should pass by then, or at least she hoped they did. When they came on, they were bad.
She was still practicing her martial arts and would try to find a place to train if there wasn’t anything available here at the center for civilians. She ran nine miles a day and would continue to train and be on guard.
She pulled up along the path and found the very large log cabin. It was gorgeous, and it, too, had an American flag out front, as well as several pickup trucks and even full-sized Jeeps. She parked in front of the house and saw two tall, very serious-looking men come outside. By the doorway another stood. Holy shit they’re big.
The one guy with the shoulder-length hair and beard stood out. He approached, along with another man, also tall, filled with muscles and facial hair, well trimmed. She swallowed hard. This was it. Either help or a huge mistake. She was shaking inside.
She got out and closed the door, smoothed down her skirt, and felt her heart racing. They were fierce, attractive, and not as old as her dads, but maybe close to forty.
“Cherokee?” the tall one with the shoulder-length hair and beard fiercely asked her.
He had lots of muscles and some tattoos stuck out on his arms and on his neck past the collar. He was lethal looking. As he looked her over, she felt her body tingle, and intimidation attacked all her senses. She was having second thoughts, and then the other one eyed her over, looking a bit surprised if she had to guess, and then he squinted at her.
“I’m Spartan, and this is John,” the guy with the tats and the beard said. One hell of a name for such a force of a man. It suited him well. They both approached and towered over her. John was just as big, shared the same deadly expression, and sported a similar but more trimmed beard around his lip and chin. He was extremely attractive, and nothing like what she’d expected.
He reached out his hand, and holy crap his large hand encased hers, making her feel tiny and delicate. He seemed to feel it too, holding her hand a second longer than he intended, and then John was there greeting her hello.
She pulled back and then shook John’s hand and, oh dear, same instant attraction. This she didn’t need at all, but she was used to blowing off men. She would do the same here.
“This is something else. It’s a pretty big house.” She looked away, pulling her hand from John’s and practically giving them her back. As she turned, she felt the ache in her side but recovered before placing her hand against it. It didn’t go unnoticed, as she felt their eyes on her. That was when three other men, just as big, maybe bigger, came out of the house looking at her. She swallowed hard and looked up at Spartan then took a retreating step back and placed her hand on the open window of her door.
He stepped closer and placed a hand on her hip.
“Don’t be scared. We were all concerned and wondering when you would arrive. You feeling okay? Still in pain?”
She shook her head but looked away from him.
“I appreciate the help you’re offering, although I think it should be fine. It’s just the identity stuff I need help with. Well, and a job.”
“We’re not taking any chances. You’ll share the entire story soon enough so we know what additional precautions we need to take,” John said firmly, making her jump slightly.
She eyed him over. “We’ll see. I’m not here to be a burden. Just following my dads’ orders and hoping things work out.”
The other three guys came over, one clearing his throat. They all gathered around her, one more handsome and intimidating than the next. Supposedly all commanders in charge of whatever this training facility was.
“This is Nolan, Hans, and Brye. Men, meet Cherokee.” Spartan introduced them, and they each reached hands out to shake hers, and all of them took in the sight of her just as she was taking in the sight of them and feeling palpitations. Holy shit they were big and attractive. Muscles upon muscles and add in the military attire, tight black shirts, camo pants, and oh yeah, she was attracted to them. This was not good at all.
Spartan set Cherokee’s feet down on the rug in front of the bed, and then he cupped her cheeks and ravished her mouth. Brye and the others began to undress, and then Brye slid in behind her to kiss her shoulders and unzip her dress. As more and more of her skin was exposed, he couldn’t help but to lick his lips and lean closer to take a taste of her skin.
As the dress fell, the others gasped, made comments, and stared in awe of her.
“Fuck, she’s a goddamn angel,” Spartan said, stepping back and running his hand along his jaw.
Brye wrapped his arm around her waist, pressed his naked body and thick hard cock against her ass cheeks, and suckled her neck.
“Our fucking angel. All those years of feeling pain, of sacrificing, we got us an angel to love,” John said and reached out to run his fingers through her hair to the base of her neck then swept down and kissed her.
Brye moved to the right, gliding his palms along her ass, admiring it, and then caught sight of her full, large breasts, her taut belly, sexy thighs, and that light scar, her battle wound.
She was running her fingers through John’s hair as John lowered her to the bed. He pulled back, kneeling above her, between her legs.
“She’s ours. Let’s make her first time making love addicting.” He slid her palms up above her head, causing her breasts to lift, and then Hans and Nolan slid to the bed, placed their hands over hers above her head, and cupped her breasts.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, her legs closing against John’s thighs, but then Spartan caressed the left thigh open, and Brye took his cue to press her right thigh open. John knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed, her pussy and ass hanging off of it.
He closed his eyes and inhaled. “Mine,” he said in a deep, low growl and licked her from cunt to anus.
“Oh. My. God!” she cried out, and she came. Just like that, she exploded in his mouth.
Hans leaned over and suckled one of her breasts, Nolan the other, and Brye and Spartan watched John feast on her pussy. They lifted her thighs a little higher, and John thrust a finger into her cunt then stroked it over her anus. Back and forth he rubbed both holes and then slid fingers into them.
Her moan as she thrust her hips upward aroused them all.
“She’s so responsive. So giving and perfect, and all ours,” Brye said.
John pulled his fingers out and then kissed her belly.
“Taste her. Each of you taste our sweet, sexy Cherokee.” He slid from between her legs, and Brye took his place.
He gave her a wink, and she held his gaze, lips parted, cheeks and chest blushed pink.
“Yes. Oh God yes.”
They chuckled, and then she gasped as apparently Hans nipped her nipple then tugged. Brye took that moment to slid fingers into her cunt and then licked her there. In and out he rotated fingers then his tongue and mouth, loving her scent and the sound of her soft purrs as her body erupted.
“My turn,” Spartan demanded, and Brye chuckled.
“Should have stolen a taste of this pussy weeks ago,” Brye said, and they all mumbled in agreement.
“Oh God,” Cherokee exclaimed, and they chuckled, but Nolan cupped her jaw and held her gaze with intensity.
“Ours. All ours whenever we want you, and we are yours too. We’re going to teach you so much. You’re precious, baby, and fucking hot.” He pressed his mouth to hers.
She jerked upward as Spartan slid fingers into her cunt and then lowered down to take his taste of pleasure.
* * * *
Nolan took his turn tasting Cherokee’s sweet cream. The sound of her purrs, the way she gripped onto Hans and cried out another release had his cock so fucking hard he didn’t think he would last long. Just knowing they were the only men she would ever make love to made him feel crazy possessive. It was so insane.
He slid his palms up and down her thighs and then saw Spartan give directions, signals with his hands. They would take her in every hole tonight.
Nolan licked her pussy and anus, back and forth, and then pulled away. He slid his palms up and down her thighs.
“Taste her, Hans. Then Brye.” He slid from between her legs. Spartan asked him to go grab lube from next door. This was happening. They were going to claim her in every way, and there would be no denying she was their woman, eventually their wife. He kissed her thighs, not even wanting to leave her for a second, but her comfort, her satisfaction was his motivation. They needed the lube to not hurt her. They were big men, and she was a feminine goddess.
* * * *
Hans moved into position between her legs. He was bent down sliding his palms up and down her thighs. He reached for her, her breasts large, full, and edible. He licked his lips.
“Let me touch you. Please,” she said, and he lifted up to let her touch his hair and cheek, but then his mouth was near her breast and he couldn’t not taste her skin, absorb her womanly scent, so he suckled her breast as she ran her fingers through his hair. He slid his fingers into her cunt and thrust them in and out as if it were his cock. He suckled harder.
“Hans. Oh God, that feels incredible. Oh please. Please.”
He released her breast and then lowered down as she rocked her hips and replaced fingers with his mouth. She came just like that.
“My turn. Nolan will be back any second.”
“Nolan? Where is he?” she asked, looking upset.
Spartan caressed her cheek. “He’ll be right back. He had to get things from the house.”
“Things?” she asked.
“Condoms, lube, sex toys,” Hans said, and her eyes widened.
“You don’t need condoms. I have an IUD.”
Spartan caressed her cheek and stroked his cock. “Skin to skin. No barriers ever. I like the sound of that.”
“I want to get a better look at this ass,” Brye said, and in a flash, he lifted her up, flipped her to her belly, lifted her hips, and started licking her from cunt to anus from behind.
“Brye!” she exclaimed, and the desire to claim every inch of her just went up another notch.