Dach King glanced up when he caught movement from his peripheral vision and had to concentrate really hard to continue barking orders at the trainee SAS soldiers he and his brothers, Desmond and Dallas, were training.
The black-haired woman walking toward the side of the training ground had his heart stuttering in his chest and his breath catching in his throat. She was slim yet had curves he could just imagine shaping with his large hands, and even though she wasn’t tall, she wasn’t short either. She was around five foot six but boy did her legs seem to go on forever. Dach couldn’t help but let his eyes wander the length of her body and when he saw the three-inch heels on her black boots, he amended her height to five three. He perused her body and had to stifle a groan when studied her face. From what he could see she was absolutely exquisite and he wanted to rush over to get a good look at her and introduce himself to her. He frowned when he realized that she was somehow familiar, but with the sun shining behind her, causing shadows to mar her face, he couldn’t quite see her properly, because the sun was also in his eyes. But instead of continuing to gawk, he turned his back on her and barked out another order.
Dach saw that his brothers Des and Dallas had seen her, too, and were having a hard time keeping their eyes off of her as well. He, too, found himself turning side on so he could keep an eye on her and the men they were training. When he glanced at her face again the lightbulb in his head turned on and he knew he was looking at Jenna Reason. She was the younger sister to one of their trainees, Jeff Reason.
When he glanced her way again he saw that she looked really upset and all he wanted to do was go over there, pull her into his arms, and offer her comfort. But since he had to finish up with his soldiers he couldn't. Although he did begin moving as he ordered the men to do fifty pushups, walking the line as if he was studying the action but moving closer toward her. When he was only a few feet away he stopped and, without making it obvious, looked at her gorgeous face.
He’d met Jenna a couple of times. Once when she popped into the Four Passion Club one evening a few weeks back when he, his brothers, and their trainees had gotten together for a few drinks. They had chatted with her and tried to draw her into their conversations and even though she had answered their questions she had been a little introverted, and he’d put it down to her not knowing them very well. She’d spent most the time talking with her brother.
He and his brothers hadn’t been able to take their eyes off of her then and it seemed that was still the case. There was something about her that drew him in.
She was confident and independent, yet there was an air of vulnerability that she tried to keep hidden. And boy was she a stunner. But her beauty wasn’t the only reason he was attracted to her. He’d seen beautiful women heaps of times, but none of them had gotten to him so instantly before.
He’d seen her at the supermarket a while back and had stopped to chat with her, but after only exchanging a couple of words she had rushed off. She always seemed to be in a hurry and intent on whatever she was doing. But there was an air of innocence about her and her personality belied that experienced confident façade she seemed to try to portray.
No matter how many times he saw her, every time he laid eyes on her, he always seemed to be totally entranced.
The sun slid in behind a cloud and without the glare he was able to see her properly for the first time since she’d stopped on the edge of the field.
She had the longest, darkest hair he’d ever seen and even with her tresses secured up in a ponytail, the ends of her hair still reached to the top of her arse. Her skin was a milky white and her eyes were a vivid green, but when he looked into those emerald orbs and saw the tears in her eyes, he began to get really concerned. She was wringing her hands in agitation and shifting from foot to foot impatiently. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as if she was barely keeping it together.
He wanted to rush over there and ask Jenna what was wrong but after glancing at his watch, Dach knew that by the time the soldiers had finished their set of push-ups, it would be time to dismiss them for the day. Maybe then he could find out what was wrong without other ears around. The men pushed to their feet and then stood at ease waiting for another order from him but time had run out.
“Attention,” Dach commanded and was pleased to see the men obey and then salute. He and his brothers saluted back and then Dallas yelled, “Dismissed.”
The men scattered and Dach would normally already be heading toward his truck with his brothers, but he was in no hurry to leave today and neither were his siblings. Des and Dallas strode toward him purposefully and when they reached his side, Dallas, always impatient, asked the question that Dach had only just answered himself.
“Is that Jenna?”
“Yes,” Dach whispered back and grabbed Dallas’s arm when he started toward her. Then Jeff Reason appeared from among a scattering of soldiers and headed straight toward his beautiful, sexy sister. When Des opened his mouth he held up a finger to halt his brother’s speech. “Just wait. Something’s wrong. Listen.”
Dallas was sitting on the sofa when she entered the living room through the sliding glass doors and, without saying a word to her, held his hand out toward her. Jenna didn’t hesitate and hurried across to him and when she clasped his hand, he gave a slight tug and pulled her down onto his lap. She relaxed against him and breathed in deeply, taking his clean, male, fresh scent and light, spicy cologne into her olfactory senses. She would never get enough of smelling them. They smelled so right to her.
“Are you okay, honey?” Dallas nudged her chin up until she met his green-flecked brown eyes.
Dallas squeezed her tight but not enough to hurt her or make it difficult to breathe. “You feel so right in my arms, Jenna. I never want to let you go.”
Jenna’s heart sped up in her chest and her breath hitched in her throat as Dallas slowly began to lower his head. Her eyes flicked to his lips and she licked her own dry ones to moisten them. When she looked into his eyes, his nostrils were flared as if he was smelling her and his eyes were glazed with heat. He stopped when his mouth was only inches away from hers and shivered when his fresh-smelling breath wafted over her lips. She shivered as she waited for what seemed like an interminable length of time for him to kiss her and when he didn’t move, she glanced up to meet his gaze once more.
Still he didn’t move and she couldn’t stand it anymore. As if she were moving in slow motion, Jenna reached up, held his face between her hands, and then brought his mouth down to hers.
“Yes,” Dallas breathed against her lips and then she was lost.
Jenna lost herself in a world of sensation as Dallas kissed her long and deeply. His tongue glided along hers, ran over her teeth and even between her teeth and lips, before coming back to tangle with her tongue again.
She moaned when his hand slipped beneath the hem of her T-shirt and arched up into his touch when he caressed the skin of her lower belly, all the while kissing her hungrily. She sank into him, her body no longer her own as she lost herself in his touch. Jenna tensed when his hand began to move up over her skin, but it wasn’t with rejection but anticipation. Her nipples pebbled and her breasts ached and she couldn’t help but thrust her chest up in silent demand.
And then his hand was there, covering her lace-clad breast, enveloping her globe, and then he began to knead her flesh. She felt him moving and then her back was against the cushions of the sofa and his upper body was between her legs, all the while still kissing her.
She arched her hips up and cried out into his mouth when her drenched pussy came in contact with his body, and she couldn’t help but begin to rub her mound against him. She was so needy, the ache deep inside her grew with every glide of his tongue and every touch from his hand. His fingers flicked the front clasp of her bra open and then his fingers were plucking at first one nipple and then the other.
Moisture wept from her pussy and she gasped in great gulps of air when Dallas finally slowed the kiss and lifted his head to stare down at her.
“God, you’re sexy. Take what you need, honey.” Dallas shifted and applied more pressure between her legs. He pushed her shirt up and then latched onto one of her nipples while squeezing the other between his thumb and finger.
The hunger and fire licking inside her grew and grew until her womb started aching from the continuous stream of juices leaking from her pussy. The seam of her jeans rubbed against her crotch with every slide and undulation of her hips and she was on the edge of something so big it almost frightened her. Her eyes flew open and her mouth opened on a silent scream.
Dallas sucked her nipple firmly and then he lightly bit down on the tip. That was all it took to send her over into rapture. Her breath left her mouth in a rush as she cried out as she climaxed. Her pussy clenched hard and gushed cream onto her panties. Her body shivered and quaked. Her toes curled and molten lava consumed her in great rapturous waves.
It wasn’t until the last shudder waned that she realized she had closed her eyes. When she opened them, it was to see Dallas’s facial muscles tight with desire and a flush staining his cheeks.
A noise to her right drew her gaze and when she looked up over the back of the sofa, it was to see Des and Dach watching her with a yearning gaze.
“That was so fucking sexy, sweetie. I love seeing you come.” Des adjusted his stance and she followed his hand when he reached down to his crotch. He shifted his hard penis away from the zipper of his jeans and when she caught sight of his massive proportions, she unconsciously licked her lips and glanced over at Dach’s crotch.
They were huge and she wanted to know what it would be like to make love to them all, but since she’d never had sex before, she was a little nervous. Still, there was no way in hell she was walking away. Not after the way they had taken such good care of her and because she was beginning to care for them very much.