The Soldiers of Pearl Collection, Volume 2 (MFMMM)

Soldiers of Pearl

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Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 121,160
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Soldiers of Pearl 3: Sing Me a Song

They thought they were prepared for Texas, but Stella, Sydney, and Ella never expected the magic and power of a town called Pearl. They each have different expectations. Love, money, making dreams a reality. But one bad decision could change it all and destroy a family forever.

Stella is rekindling a romance with Sydney’s father Matt and his cousin Jimmy. Sydney’s singing on stage at the Rusty Horn and trying to avoid the advances of four retired Marines set on making her their woman. Ella is always looking for the easy way out and in doing so puts her family in danger and risks Sydney’s life. It takes the town of Pearl and their close knit friends to save these three women and give them their happily ever after.

Soldiers of Pearl 4: Gang of Broken Hearts

Dee Davis is running from a life of trouble and a gang out to control her. Pearl has a gang of its own. American soldiers ready to fight for her.

As she’s moved on with her life, a new career and enjoying friendships in a town called Pearl, she gains the attention of four American soldiers, all retired, running a masonry business and organizing charities. She learns about Sunny, Travis, Hunter and Marino who support fallen soldiers and their families. They have their eyes set on her, but she’s not so eager to trust them.

As they break down her defenses and prove to be noble men, her past hunts her down and it will take their skills, their connections and a gang of American soldiers to save her from a fate none of them even want to think is possible.

Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.

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The Soldiers of Pearl Collection, Volume 2 (MFMMM)

Soldiers of Pearl

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Soldiers of Pearl 3: Sing Me a Song


I’m going to live.

Stella felt her eyes fill up with tears once again. She beat the cancer. She was in remission. The chemo worked. She could remain the mother of her two beautiful daughters, Sydney and Ella. This was her second chance to make things right and to give Sydney at least the opportunity to meet her biological father, Matt.

She took an uneasy breath as she held the letter in her hand. He had contacted her after so many years, and after she had pushed him away. It was the worst time of her life since she was just diagnosed with breast cancer, but it also gave her hope and determination to live. Her life hadn’t been easy. Matt was the father of Sydney, twenty-three and gorgeous with an angelic voice. She could be famous, but instead she chose to stay nearby and help take care of Stella during this time and also watch over her sister Ella. God, Ella was a handful. Drake, her father, had been a wild one. His wildness and need for adventure was what got him killed. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree with Ella.

Stella had loved both men with all her heart, but that love for the two of them was what had split them apart. Matt left for war, and she didn’t have the heart to tell him she was pregnant. Drake was Matt’s best friend and when Sydney was born he had taken on the role as her father. He was pretty good at it, but he held back, and she knew it was because Sydney wasn’t his. By the time Matt returned from his multiple tours, living his dreams and living for the glory of his successful missions, she was pregnant with Ella, Drake’s baby. All hell broke loose.

There was a lot of yelling and a lot of crying. Matt left and Drake stuck around until his own dreams, his own need for adventure, sent him across the world to Australia. While hiking, parachuting, and escaping the dangers of wild animals and primitive cultures, he died from a spider bite. A painful, slow death far away from his family and the woman who loved him.

Tears rolled down Stella’s cheeks and she quickly wiped them away. This was a different time. Her daughters were older now, twenty-three and twenty. She wanted them to meet Matt. Matt wanted to meet both of them. At first Stella was skeptical. She feared so many things it was difficult to focus on just one of the what if’s. But being hit with a disease like cancer put life in perspective. It gave her the opportunity to see that she hadn’t done all she could do to help her daughters, to allow Sydney the chance to meet and know her father, and also to embrace the connection of family that was there no matter what had occurred all those years ago. Matt and Drake had been best friends, like brothers. Either man would have loved her girls as if they were their own. But Stella had almost died. There was no guarantee that she couldn’t have a relapse. The thought of leaving her girls with nothing, with no parent that could guide them and act as family hurt her deeply. She’d never loved another man. Matt and Drake had been her only lovers. They were that special. She needed to take a chance and make things right. Matt needed to know his daughter and his best friend’s daughter. It was only fair.

Now she just had to figure out how she was going to tell Sydney and Ella. What if they didn’t want to meet Matt? What if they didn’t want to move to Texas? What if they hated her for keeping his interest in seeing and meeting them a secret all this time? She took a deep breath and released it. I can do this. I have to do this. Nothing is scarier than facing death in the eyes and I’ve already done that.




“Get her into the bedroom. Her first time should be in our bed where she belongs,” Atlas stated from behind them.

Hart released her lips and Orsin hugged her against his chest as he carried her out of the kitchen and to the bedroom.

She felt the soft, thick comforter against her back as Orsin laid her down on the bed. Hart and Atlas removed her boots, and Orsin removed her panties as he kissed her hips and then her groin.

“Here.” She saw Atlas hand Orsin a condom, and Sydney felt her heart hammering inside of her chest.

“Tell me you want me. You want us,” Orsin asked as he quickly got undressed. The sight of his thick, long cock made her gasp and try to close up her thighs. Atlas chuckled, holding her one thigh open as Hart lay on the other side of her and held her other thigh open. He stroked her pussy and she gasped.

“Don’t be afraid. Once you’re nice and wet, that cock of his is going to slide right into that tight, wet pussy, making you all ours,” Hart told her and stroked her cunt. In and out, his thick finger aroused her body and made her lose that tense, scared feeling.

“Oh, Hart. Oh God, your fingers are so big.”

“Ah, fuck,” Juno said, and she glanced at him and he was naked, too, stroking his thick cock and watching her.

“I’m next, darling. You’re going to have all of us tonight, and they’ll never be any other men for you again,” Juno told her, and she moaned aloud as Hart pulled his fingers from her cunt and Orsin spread her thighs and plunged his tongue into her pussy.

Hart and Atlas pulled her thighs wider and began to feast on her breasts. They tugged, nipped, and licked her nipples and breasts while Orsin licked her pussy and then her anus. Back and forth he wet both her holes, and she suddenly imagined what it would be like to have a cock in her pussy and her ass at the same time. She screamed out another release, and then Orsin pressed a finger over her anus and pushed into her back hole. “Orsin!” she cried out when she felt the bed dip and then hands cupped her cheeks from above her and Juno pressed his mouth over hers. Her hips tilted up, her breasts pressed against Hart’s mouth and Atlas’s mouth driving her over the edge.

Orsin pulled his finger from her anus, and then she felt the tip of his cock, the rubber of the condom press between her pussy lips. Her anus hummed, her core ached, and her entire body felt overwhelmed as Orsin breached her pussy, broke the barrier, and shoved in deeply.

“Orsin,” she screamed out, feeling the slight ache, but the power of their ministrations were stronger. He held himself inside of her. His brothers pulled away and Juno sat back.

“Are you okay?” Orsin asked her as he remained still, allowing her pussy to get used to the foreign object stretching her vaginal muscles. She could hardly breathe, he was so damn big. She stared at his scars, and then the love and the sincere concern in his eyes.

“Yes. You’re so big, Orsin. It burns and feels so tight.”

He eased out and she feared he took her comment the wrong way as she gripped onto him

“No, I’m okay.”

He smirked at her.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going anywhere. Just relax and let go. I’ll catch you.” A tear escaped from her eye and he leaned down and licked the pathway of her tear away then kissed her lips. He eased out and slowly stroked back into her cunt. She was overwhelmed with emotion, with feeling the deep, magnetic bond between them. With every stroke of his cock she fell deeper, became more connected to Orsin. Then he was grunting and she felt his cock grow bigger, shocked that it made her pussy feel swollen and needy for more. She couldn’t stop herself from thrusting back up against him.

“That’s it, Syd,” Hart encouraged her.

“Come with me, baby. Come with me now, sweet baby,” Orsin said to her as he stroked his cock harder, deeper, and faster into her cunt. She felt this tight sensation grip her insides, and as he hollered out her name, she followed, crying out Orsin’s name as she came. Her body convulsed beneath his and she hugged him to her. He kissed her neck and nibbled against her clavicle, and she moaned and shook some more. Her pussy continued to release more cream and, in doing so, contracted around Orsin’s cock.

“Oh God. Fuck, I can’t take it.” Orsin slid out from between her legs and shook as he kept a hand on her belly. He remained hung over as he tried to calm his breathing.

“So amazing. Damn, baby, you’re amazing.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips.

When he pulled back, Hart was there, straight faced, determined, and eyeing her body over as if deciding where to feast on first. She shivered and began to close up her legs. He stopped her, placing his hands on the inside of her knees.

“No you don’t. We’re all claiming you our woman, Syd. We’re all going to be your firsts, your onlys.”

He eased his palms along her inner thighs, holding her gaze with that smoldering, dark, sexy expression only Hart seemed to have. His pectoral muscles flexed, his chiseled chest had a dusting of hair and a thin line that led to a very thick, long cock. If all four men were this large, she was going to have a hard time walking never mind standing up on stage tonight.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as his thumbs teased her clit and pussy.


Soldiers of Pearl 4: Gang of Broken Hearts



“This is what you’re interested in? Little miss mousey virgin?”

Dee felt her cheeks heat, and then Hunter chimed in.

“Leave her alone Thelma and walk away,” Hunter said.

“What’s going on over here?” Sunny asked, joining them, along with Georgia and some other friends.

“You got nothing over me,” Thelma said to her in a growl.

“I don’t know why you’re starting with me. I was just sitting here with my friends. You need to go,” Dee said, and she knew she was ready if this woman was going to try and hit her. She knew how to fight but hated it. The few moves she knew well were all she’d really ever used a handful of times back in Dallas. Dee always tried to talk things out first, but her father had taught her the realities of life. Fighting wasn’t always someone’s last resort. Sometimes it was their first choice.

“Don’t tell me what to do. I’ll mess your pretty little face up, and then all these men won’t find you so appealing.”

Dee widened her eyes as Hunter then Sunny tried to tell Thelma to calm down and take a hike.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink. So I’m going to forget that you threatened me and tell you to walk away,” Dee said, and Thelma grabbed for Dee’s throat.

Dee reacted so fast it seemed to shock everyone around her. She slammed Thelma’s arm upward, flipped it behind her back, and sent her over the bar stool, crying out in pain. Dee yelled next to her ear. “I can break your arm or let you go. You’re drunk, and I don’t expect to ever be threatened by you again. Got it?”

“Yes, yes. Let me go,” Thelma said, and Dee let her up. Thelma growled then hurried away.

Dee felt her heart racing, and she had flashbacks of Ghost grabbing her by the throat, holding the knife to her, and threatening her. When the hand landed on her shoulder, she twisted out of it, and Travis held his hand up.

“Dee, are you okay?”

“Okay? She just made a move some trained fighter would use,” Marino said, and Dee tried to calm her breathing. She looked away from them and then at Hunter.

“Dee, I—”

She shook her head at him, feeling annoyed and so angry. She hated violence. She hated getting into confrontations for no reason. She walked away and didn’t turn back. She felt like crying as the bad memories flooded her mind.

* * * *

“Fuck, did you see that move she made? Where the hell did Dee learn how to do that?” Travis asked, and Hunter looked toward the direction she’d taken and then back at his buddies. Everyone else walked away, still talking about Dee’s quick reflex move.

“Well, it’s obvious she was in a protective mode. What the hell brought it on?” Sunny asked Hunter, and he and Travis explained.

Hunter felt like shit. “It’s my fault. She was pulled into it for no reason.”

“She was jealous. I could tell by the way she sat here watching Thelma talk to you. Thelma picked up on it. That’s why she started the fight,” Travis told him.

“Dee jealous? She hasn’t shown an interest in us,” Hunter said, feeling hopeful. It was Dee he wanted attention from, and now he’d upset her. It was going to take some serious talking to get her to forgive him. He’d made her angry and caused her to fight. Dee probably hated fighting. She was the least confrontational person he knew.

“Well, you’re going to have to make it up to her, Hunter. I think she left,” Marino said and looked toward the door, seeing Cynthia leaving along with Georgia and Maggie.

Hunter took a slug of beer, his night ruined because the woman he wanted was no longer here, and he wanted to leave now too.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow at the fundraiser. I’ll make things right.”

They all looked displeased. Dee was too kind, too special and ladylike to have to fight, and because of him, her night out with her friends had been ruined.




She ran her fingers through his hair as his head descended toward her breasts. He licked and suckled as he stroked a finger up into her needy cunt. She ran her hands over every inch of him, wanting, needing, to explore him like he was exploring her. As he lifted up and stroked her faster, she searched for his cock, gasping at the feel of the thick, hard, big muscle.

She suddenly felt sick, like maybe he wouldn’t fit.

“Oh God, you’re so big. I’m scared Sunny. You’re all big men and I’ve never done this before. I don’t know if I can.” She told him and hugged his neck as he suckled her skin.

“He’ll fit. We all will because you’re meant for us and us for you,” Hunter told her as he caressed her cheek and ran a thumb along her lower lip. She licked his thumb, and he clenched his teeth.

“You’re going to be an amazing lover, Dee. I can see that hunger in your eyes, that need we all share.” Hunter whispered as he held her gaze.

“Here I come, baby. I’ll always protect you.” Sunny pulled his fingers from her pussy and replaced them with his cock.

“Relax and let him in,” Hunter said, and she did.

She focused on how much she wanted them and to feel more of what they made her feel.

“God, baby, you’re so fucking tight. Jesus, she’s like a vise grip.”

She held on to his shoulders and tried to relax. He kissed her, and she kissed him back. He eased his cock deeper and she tightened up and gasped while gripping Sunny’s shoulders.

“Relax baby, you’re safe with us, with me. I promise Dee, just let go and give me all of you.” Sunny whispered and kissed her softly on the lips. She ignored the fear, the fight to not let go and not let her guard down until that moment when she realized she trusted Sunny. She trusted all of them and they wouldn’t hurt her. This was right and she wanted them to be her firsts. She made the decision. They didn’t force her, and the emotions, the attraction was equal.

She felt Sunny ease his cock deeper as he release her lips and held her gaze.

“Look at me.” He said and took a few unsteady breaths as if he felt as out of control and emotional as he did, and then pushed the rest of the way into her cunt.

“Sweet Jesus.” He looked at her and smiled. “You’re perfect.” He kissed her.

Dee absorbed every touch, every stroke of Sunny’s cock as he made love to her. In and out, he took his time allowing her to adjust to his thrusts and accept the size and girth of his cock. She was lost in the depths of his blue eyes. She memorized his face, the tan color of his skin kissed by the golden sun, and those tattoos so intricate and sexy. The way his muscular thighs pressed against her thighs spreading them so he could take her as deeply as possible was so sensual and wild. She began to move along with him when he clasped their hands together, raised them above her head, and started moving faster and faster. Dee was so in tune to her body and her emotions at this moment. She felt sexy at the way her hips lifted, her breasts swayed and the expression of pure hunger and possessiveness on Sunny’s face and in his eyes. The depth of their need to be one was almost overwhelming and in her mind she could see the rest of her life being his woman, their woman and remaining her in Pearl.

For the first time she felt possessive herself and as if she wanted, needed to everything she could to please Sunny and to make him love her. Her body tightened, and Sunny’s face contorted, and she felt the orgasm overtake her.

She cried out his name. “Sunny!” And he grunted and stroked four more times. He moaned and then came inside of her.

His body was heavy as she wrapped her legs tighter, and he held her close for a moment before rolling them to the side to not crush her.

He kissed along her skin, tickling her neck and then raising up to look at her.

“I’ve never felt like this before. Thank you for trusting me.” He kissed her again and then slowly pulled back, letting their bodies part, and making her moan softly.

Hunter was there to take his place between her legs, but first, he looked her body over in appreciation.

“Lay still. Let me just look at you.” He whispered and she felt her heart race. She was so exposed like this and not just physically laying here naked. Her heart, her emotions, her sexuality her soul felt open and completely in view. She shivered as he trailed a finger from her head, along her jaw, down her neck and collar bone, over her breast and nipple then down her belly to her pussy.

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