Faithful in Pleasure (3 page)

I’ll fly apart, coming so hard my whole body shakes with the release.

Then he’ll help me slide to my knees. While I’m sitting there, panting to catch my breath, my thighs slick with my release, he’ll shove to his feet. Those wicked fingers will release his cock and wrap around the swollen shaft as he points it toward my mouth. He won’t let me use my hands, just my mouth, as he fucks it with his cock. I’ll do everything I can to accept every inch he pushes in my mouth. I’ll suck and lick and show him how much I want him.

But he won’t give me his cum, not then. He’ll turn me around, pushing me down to my hands and knees and taking me from behind. I’ll feel the slap of his muscled abdomen against the heat of my well-spanked ass. And he’ll fuck me until I scream with another release before he lets himself come.

And when we’re done, when we’re both sated and relaxed…he’ll hold me close…and tell me he loves me. He loves me and won’t ever leave me.

But that was a letter she’d never sent. She’d shared a basic fantasy, the logistics of what would happen without any of the emotional things she’d be feeling from it.

God, she’d told him she wanted to be spanked, wanted to be tied up and even expressed interest in combining their fantasies. What had she been thinking? She hadn’t been, at least not in the long term. She’d not once thought of what might happen if he came home and wanted to hook up. Now, she couldn’t think of anything else.

He was home, and tomorrow, she’d discover if there was a physical attraction between them that might lead to fulfilling their fantasies.

She bit her bottom lip and took a deep breath. “I’m wearing the dress,” she told her sisters. “I want to wow him.”

“He won’t know what hit him,” Deja crooned.

“Hell, he may not even be able to speak once he gets a look at you,” Skye said. “He might just swallow his tongue.”

“No.” Melda shook her head. “I’ll swallow it for him.”

Chapter Two

Melda sat in her truck for a moment collecting herself. It was still ten minutes until her one o’clock lunch date with Davis, and she needed the extra time to calm her racing heart. She’d gone on the needed inspections this morning and come back to an uproar in the office. The new girl had quit and walked out. Mr. Hines wasn’t saying why, but Melda had her suspicions. The old lecher had scared another one off. He’d be lucky if he didn’t end up with a lawsuit filed against him some day.

He’d tried his stuff on her, still did occasionally. But she always put him in his place, despite what her sisters worried about. She wouldn’t tell them, but she’d even broken his finger once when he’d tried to “accidentally” brush across her chest. Since then, he generally kept his hands to himself when it came to her. But any new office help seemed to be up for grabs. Literally. She’d have to talk to him again. She wished the girlfriend was still around. He’d been so much more bearable while he was with her.

Still, there was no use fretting over it now. She’d had enough time to change clothes and put a little make-up on to enhance her eyes. Mr. Hines’ face had lit up when she walked out. She’d made a point of telling him she was meeting her boyfriend. He’d just snorted and watched her like a hawk. She’d mentioned her boyfriend more than once in front of him. Not that she needed anyone to protect her, it was more in case Skye ever lived up to the threat to send one of her bouncers over.

But today she did have a date, and she was nervous enough without having to deal with office bullshit because the lecher couldn’t understand the meaning of keeping his hands to himself. She needed to quit. She thought about it often. But the bottom line was she loved her job. She might have started out as a secretary, but she ran his business now, and they both knew it. She was the property manager. The sign might still read Hines Property Management, but Melda was the one people asked for.

Still, she’d have to talk to him again when she got back to the office. She needed an assistant. She couldn’t keep doing everything by herself. She was running herself ragged trying to do it all.

Her attention was drawn to the Jeep across the street and the three men who stepped out of it. Her breath caught. She’d recognize them anywhere. She certainly had enough pictures of them. Pictures that she couldn’t stop looking at night after night, and the three men had spent more than one night in her dreams. They were all here. Which of her sisters had wondered if he would bring his buddies with him? Deja. Was he planning to see if she wanted to just jump in and sleep with all three of them before she’d even gotten a chance to know him? Obviously, she’d given him a certain impression of herself. And why hadn’t he warned her that all three of them were showing up for lunch today?

Now she was pissed. She wasn’t a prude. If she wanted to have sex with all of them, she would. But first she wanted to meet Davis. His letters over the past eighteen months had made her fall in love with him. She’d been waiting for this lunch, knowing she’d finally see which one of the soldiers in the picture was him. But all three of them were here.

She slammed the door and walked across the street toward them. One by one, they looked up and saw her. She could feel the heat of their gazes across the distance. The short dress and sweater were definitely the right choice. She stopped in front of them.

“Davis?”

They all three just looked at her.

“You’re even more beautiful than your pictures.” The tallest one spoke up, drawing her eyes to him. He was even better looking as well. His skin glistened like rich chocolate, and she wanted to lick him to see if he’d taste as sweet. His hair was still military short, but his brown eyes twinkled with appreciation.

“Are you Davis?” She wanted him to be Davis.

“Well…” He cleared his throat and glanced at his buddies.

“You look gorgeous, Emerald.” Her name had an exotic flare when the shortest of the group spoke. He was incredibly good looking. His hair was a warm brown, as were his eyes, which swept over her from head to toe. He obviously had some Hispanic or Latino blood in him somewhere. He made her think of salsa dancing for some reason. Maybe it was the way he seemed to ooze sex appeal while just standing there.

“Davis?” she asked.

“Hello, Emerald.” Her gaze turned to the last man. He had sandy brown hair and ocean blue eyes. He was tan, but still not even close to the natural skin tones of his friends. His body language screamed alpha male, and a shudder went through her at the thought of him ordering her to her knees and feeding her his cock.

“Emerald?” he asked, and she blinked her dirty thoughts away.

“Melda,” she corrected him. He’d obviously not made the connection to call her Melda, even though she’d signed all of her letters that way.

He just smiled. “We’ve been looking forward to meeting you since the first letter.”

“We?” She shook her head, not wanting to get into the fact that Davis had apparently been sharing her letters with his buddies. “Which one of you is Davis?”

“Maybe we should go in first,” the Latino charmer said, reaching for her hand and pulling her close to him. “We can talk once we’re all settled and have something cool to drink.”

She nodded her head and let him lead her toward the diner. It wasn’t a dive, but it wasn’t upscale and pricey either. It was simply a nice place to have lunch that offered private tables for those who wanted it. She really wanted one.

“Melda, good to see you.” The hostess was one she’d seen many times before when she’d come here to meet her sisters for a quick bite or when talking with contractors.

“Hello, April. We’d like a booth in the back if you can, please.”

The hostess nodded and reached for menus. “Just the four of you?”

“Yes, please.”

The guys were quiet, letting her take care of getting the table for them all. They surrounded her and even in her heels, she felt dainty compared to them. She also felt a healthy dose of lust for them, all of them.

Deja’s words trickled through her mind.
Best sex of my life. The three of them… It’s more than I ever thought possible.

And now Melda would be thinking about the three men with her and what it might be like to be with all of them together. Hot, naked, and aroused. Three sets of hands. Three wicked mouths. Three cocks, hard and ready for her, just her.

“Emerald?” A throat cleared. “Melda?”

Blue eyes met hers as she snapped out of her thoughts to see him indicating she should slide into the booth first. She slipped in and slid over as he joined her, taking up more room than he should have. His thick thigh brushed against hers as he crowded her just a bit.

“Your waitress will be here in just a minute to take your drink orders. Enjoy your meal.”

April stepped away, leaving them alone in the relative silence of the empty back room. Most of the lunch crowd was gone, and those remaining preferred the main dining room. Most people here knew where Melda worked and probably thought this was a business lunch. She’d had them here several times. Enough times that she didn’t even bother looking at her menu.

They sat in silence as the men each looked at each other and then toward her, and she felt as if they were having a private conversation with just their eyes.

She let it go as the waitress came to the table. Drinks were ordered and then Mr. Latino Charm asked if they could go ahead and order lunch. She ordered her favorite chicken crisps and fries, while they all three opted for deluxe cheeseburgers and fries.

“Nothing better than a good old-fashioned American burger,” blue eyes said.

“Which one of you is Davis?” She’d waited long enough. She needed to know who’d written the letters, the poems, the sorrow, the joy, all of it. She needed to know which one she’d fallen in love with via long letters read and re-read during lonely nights in her bed.

“That’s the thing,” blue eyes rumbled next to her. “We all are.”

“What?”

“I’m Houston Davis,” blue eyes said.

“Cruz Davis,” was the name of the Latino charmer. Cruz.

“Darius Davis,” the tall ebony warrior said with a smile.

“Wait.” She shook her head. “You’re all Davis? You’re related?”

Houston laughed. “No. We just all happen to share a very common last name. Which is quite funny in the military.”

“They have a tendency to call us by our last names,” Cruz said, probably noting her look of confusion.

“We got grouped together often enough we just stuck together,” Darius added. “We became fast friends in training and have been together pretty much since then.”

“So which one of you got my letters?”

“All of us,” Houston said.

She nodded her head, accepting that. By this point, she had already surmised they’d shared her letters between them. It was a bit embarrassing remembering the things she’d shared and knowing they’d all three read them.

“Which one of you wrote me back?”

They all shared a look again.

“All of us,” Cruz answered.

“You all wrote me back?”

“We took turns,” Darius replied. “We each devoured your letters over and over again. Then we took turns writing you back. There’s a little bit of each of us in those letters. We figured it was a way for you to get to know all of us without confessing we were sharing your letters. We established some ground rules, like who could share what from his family since we all come from different families. Things like that.”

“We were afraid you might quit writing if you knew,” Houston admitted with a sigh.

She didn’t know if she would have or not, and it didn’t matter now. It was over and done.

The waitress interrupted as she dropped off drinks and told them their food was almost ready. Melda smiled and thanked her then sipped her drink as she digested what she’d learned so far.

“So, why exactly are you all here? Did you want to meet the woman from the letters? See if maybe I’d shared your letters with someone else too?”

Both Darius and Houston looked a bit contrite at that comment, but Cruz just grinned.

“You didn’t,” he said with confidence.

“What makes you so sure?”

“Your letters. You spoke of your sisters, your job—”

“A boss whose ass I’d like to kick,” Houston interjected.

“Your house—” Cruz continued.

“Your hopes and dreams,” Darius interrupted.

“And we all knew beneath it all you were just like us.”

“I’m no soldier. I don’t even know how to shoot a gun.”

Cruz laughed, and she was intrigued by the white of his smile, the jut of his chin as he leaned his head back.

“Lonely,” Houston whispered beside her.

“Searching for something more, something lasting,” Darius added.

“We got home last week and took care of the things we needed to, so we could head here,” Cruz stated.

“How long are you staying?”

“That depends,” Darius informed her. “On you.”

“Me?” She really hoped her voice wasn’t squeaking.

Houston turned toward her and took her hand in his. “I think we each have fallen a little in love with the woman we met in the pages of your letters. Your pictures showed us you were just as beautiful outside. Seeing you…”

“You take our breath away,” Darius murmured while Cruz nodded in agreement.

“We learned a lot holing up in a desert for two tours,” Houston admitted.

“We learned that life can end in an instant. No promise of tomorrow or even tonight,” Darius added.

“We learned when life gives you an opportunity, grab it.” Cruz met her gaze, and she felt her heartbeat speed up.

“Is that what I am? An opportunity?”

“A dream come to life,” Darius said.

“A possibility to finally find something lasting,” Cruz offered.

“A woman to come home to,” Houston added.

The waitress interrupted again with their food, and Melda was grateful for the short reprieve. This was happening too quickly. Wasn’t it?

Sure, she’d been essentially getting to know them for the last eighteen months, but still. She didn’t know which of them had written what, so in a sense they were still strangers. Well, not really strangers, but she didn’t know them as they knew her.