Page 54 of Triple Protection

Liam thrusts up into me, hitting my G-stop oh so deliciously, while he uses one hand to pinch my nipple and the other to squeeze my clit.

"That's my good fucking girl.Fuck.You feel like heaven."

"I'm close," I moan. The arm wrapped around my chest holds me while he pounds into me ruthlessly.

"Yeah you are, baby. Come. Come all over this cock while your men watch." Alex is usually the dirty talker in the bedroom, but Liam's words have me screaming, clenching, and falling apart on top of him. Liam thrusts a few more times before he's chasing me over the edge and coming as well with a grunt. His hips stutter and pulse, letting the fluttering of my inner walls milk him of his orgasm.

I lay, bonelessly, against Liam's chest. My hair's a mess, I'm sweaty, I'm sure my makeup has smeared, but I can't find it in me to care. I feel beautiful. I feel amazing. And I do feel like a queen. I have three of the most gorgeous men I've ever seen looking at me like I'm something they can't live without.

Liam pulls out of me with a kiss to my temple, while reaching into his bag for napkins to clean ourselves up. We clean up what we can while Alex pulls back onto the road and speeds home.

"That's only your first tonight, Princess, but first you're going to tell us what happened at dinner." Alex says, ever in control.

At this point, I'm so happy and sated that I'd agree to anything he demanded. Luckily, Liam, who had tucked himself away and pulled his boxers back up at this point, fills Alex and Brick in onwhat happened during dinner while he continues to hold me and stroke my hair.

Alex and Brick both bristle on my behalf. I try to reassure them, but really, what can I say?Don't worry, he's always so dismissive of me? Don't worry, I'm always the black sheep of the family? Don't worry, my father never loved me and my siblings are narcissists?

I don't want their pity. Sure, I had a shitty childhood, but that's in the past. Right now, my life is amazing. It's more than I could have ever hoped for in my wildest dreams.That'swhat I want them to focus on.

Chapter thirty-eight

Brick

Brick

That night I rest in a chair in her bedroom while the other three sleep in the bed. We ravaged her again when we got home. Between the desire to go back and punch her father in the face, indignant anger on her behalf and pride that she protected Liam and put her father in his place, we were all keyed up.

Liam's star-fished out, one arm protectively over Angela's waist while Angela spoons Alex from behind. We might need a bigger bed.

I think about Angela, and how she first came into my life. Those lonely nights in the barracks. I watched buddy after buddy of mine take turns in the IT tent, face-timing and skyping with their girls back home. My Dad worked shift work and was rarely available to chat. With the time zones, my little sis was usually working or at school. I was wracked with shame and embarrassment - an 18-year-old kid with no one to write home about. I used to wait to be the last one to go so I could be aloneusing the computers, or I'd come up with an excuse for why I didn't need to use them.

One week, Amy had mentioned an Instagram influencer she was obsessing over, and out of boredom I looked up Angela's account. Immediately, I was taken with her. Beautiful women showing their tits on the internet were a dime a dozen. Angela, on the other hand, always dressed modestly. She wasn't using her (clearly) beautiful body to attract an audience. She was clever, and charming, and cute.

Quickly, I found myself scrolling her feed daily, reading her comments and checking in on her stories of her daily life. I found myself looking forward to the IT tent time, and thinking about her the hours I couldn't get to a computer.

In my darker moments, I would think of her latest post. There was one of her going dress shopping and asking the audience to vote on their favorite dresses. In my mind, it was me that was shopping with her, helping her pick a dress. In my fantasy, I would join her in the dressing room, help her with her zipper, stealing quick touches and longing glances.

Fast forward ten years of a likely unhealthy obsession and I can remember the day her name came across our desks. We had just finished up an assignment guarding an obnoxious reality TV star and were talking about taking a break when Miriam asked us to take a look at one last job. I froze when I saw her name. Liam and Alex knew about my obsession with her and let me decide if we were taking it or not. I read into her situation - living alone, escalating stalker. The fucker was in her bedroom.

I warred with competing shyness and fear for her for a few seconds. I was terrified to meet her in person. I'd built her up in my mind. What if she was really a bitch? She had been my comfort blanket for so many years. If she had turned out to be horrible, it not only would have ruined my safety blanket, it would have ruined the fantasy I'd harbored for years.

Or what if she had a boyfriend she didn't show on social? It would make sense she wouldn't share about her relationship status, in case her audience liked her more single. Could I watch her with another man? Could I watch her in love with someone else? Kissing another man? I'm not sure I would have survived that.

I'm not sure when I fell in love with her, whether it was back in the desert, slowly over the years, or after she fell asleep on my leg. Maybe it was when she got mad at me for my prosthetic, or when she volunteered to tie herself up to take my virginity. Fuck, this woman was my everything. Beautiful, smart, sharp, stubborn, with the most beautiful heart I'd ever seen in a person. No wonder she was with three of us. Her heart was so big it surely wouldn't have been enough to love just one man.

She shifts and sighs restlessly in her sleep.

I'm impressed with how well she's handled the fear and stress of a stalker. The latest letter, the latest invasion of her privacy, really shook her. I know just how difficult it is to put your fear away to get the job done, but I'd been trained on how to do just that. Boot camp, hazing, field training, and deployments teach you how to put your own discomfort and fear aside so you can protect your brothers and get the mission accomplished.

Babygirl’s had no such training. No one to coach her through pushing past her fear for her people and get the mission accomplished. She is just that incredible of a woman. Fuck, I want to give her everything. After the bullshit of her stalker is dealt with, I want to take her away somewhere private, somewhere safe, and make love to her daily for the rest of our lives.

She shifts again before I look and lock eyes with her. There is something in her eyes - an intensity, a sparkle. My mouth goes dry and my Adam’s apple bobs painfully.

She slowly slides out from under Liam's arm before silently walking up between my knees. My prosthetic is off, but next to me in case of emergencies. I careen my neck up to look her in the eyes as she stands close enough for me to smell the scent of her lotion and her shampoo.

She stands there, silently waiting for a command, an invitation.

I swallow a ball of nerves. "Touch me," I whisper. Over the past few months, she's accidentally touched me several times without thinking, but each time I've been okay. I had been thinking about taking this step with her for a while, and whether we could do it or if I would freak out, but tonight feels right. The soft breathing of our friends, the stillness of the night, the soft light in an otherwise dark room. It's as if the rest of the world exists outside of this room. My past, her past, my trauma, the expectations and fear she lives with every day. None of those things exist right now except her and me and the space between us.