Escape From Obsession (14 page)

“I know, Garrett, but right now, I don’t want to deal with any more anger. I’m so tired of it all,” she whispered, keeping her cheek against his chest. Wes and Gunny moved next to them. He could see how tired she was.

“I haven’t slept since the night before it happened. I couldn’t fall asleep on the plane. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him and I was fighting him.”

Garrett caressed her hair. Wes felt the knot in his throat. He wished he could take away her fear and her pain. She needed them and they would be here for her.

“Shh, baby. We don’t have to talk about it. We’re here now and we’re not leaving you.” He tilted her face up toward him and appeared as if he were trying to avoid looking at her bruised cheek. Then he softly kissed her on the lips. When their lips parted she cupped his cheeks as their foreheads pressed together

* * * *

After a little bit of food, Gia had just enough energy to shower. She excused herself as she made her way into the bathroom. The hot water did wonders to her sore muscles. As she washed her hair then added conditioner, she thought about the men. They truly cared about her. They looked so upset and she didn’t want them to be afraid to touch her. What she really needed was to have them hold her. She was annoyed at the plastic covering over her hand. It impeded the normally quick process of washing her hair and body, but it was necessary to keep the stitches dry. Gia turned off the faucet and stepped from the shower. She dried herself off best she could and took the plastic covering off of her bandages on her hand. She’d messed Jeffrey up good. She heard from the DA that he might try to sue her for assault.

Dirt bag.

She pulled out the hair dryer and began to dry her hair as what little energy she had left disappeared. With her hair still damp and weakness overtaking her, she dropped the hair dryer. Immediately Gunner was there opening the door.

“Are you okay?” he asked, appearing concerned and so huge in her small bathroom.

She whispered “yes,” as she held the counter.

Then she felt his hands on her shoulders.

“This happened during the attack?” He asked about her bruised shoulder and now Garrett and Wes were in the doorway, too. She saw their reflections in the mirror.

“Yes.”

He gently glided a fingertip across the area. She shivered from the sensations his touch caused. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder as he wrapped a strong arm around her waist. She loved the instant feel of protection.

“Come with me, baby. Let’s get you ready for bed.” Before she could turn, he scooped her up into his arms and she immediately laid her head against his chest. He smelled heavenly and also comforting. She needed sleep and having Gunner hold her would help.

He brought her into the bedroom, where they had closed the shades and turned on the small lamp by the bedside table. A glass of water and some ibuprofen were sitting on the table.

“How did you know I would need this?” she asked as Gunny set her down on the edge of the bed. She grabbed hold of the towel as it nearly came undone.

“I’ve had my share of black eyes and fistfights darling, this will help,” Gunner told her. A quick glance at his face and she could see his upset over her bruises.
They care. I think they really care.

She took the pills and the sip of water.

“Is this what you were planning to wear to bed?” Garrett asked as he brought over a white T-shirt and a pair of purple lounge pants. She nodded her head but then slowly began to lie down.

“Just forget it. I’m too tired.”

“We’ll help you,” Wes said. He moved closer to Gunner.

“Help me put the shirt on her. Just lift her arms,” Wes directed and Gunner lifted her arms. Just as Wes began to place the shirt over her head the towel fell. She heard their intakes of breath.

“Sweet Jesus, she’s beautiful,” Garrett whispered then climbed onto the bed behind her.

“You three better not be taking advantage of me,” she stated, suddenly feeling very awake and entirely too aroused for a recently battered woman. “I can do this,” she began to say then stood up and lost her balance. The towel fell to the floor and one of Gunner’s strong, large arms wrapped around her waist.

“Ah hell, just forget it. I can’t stay awake anymore.” She climbed into the bed, without a care that they could see her pussy, her ass, and of course her breasts in the flimsy white T-shirt. Garrett helped her get under the covers and they adjusted her pillows just right.

“Let’s leave her to rest,” Gunner stated.

“No. Don’t leave me, please.” She closed her eyes. No one moved and then suddenly she heard the rustling of clothing then the bed dip. A warm, large body moved in behind her, then came the heavy arm over her waist and a whisper to her ear. “Sleep, sweet Gia. I’ve got you.”

Garrett.

She adjusted her body against his and the feel of his warm breath against her head was the last thing she remembered before sleep overtook her.

* * * *

Garrett looked over at Wes, who lay on the other side of the bed next to Gia. They kept the lights low, but he could make out the concerned expression on his brother’s face. The tattoos on his arms matched both his and Gunner’s. They had gotten them together after completing basic training, the American flag with an eagle, and they also had the words
Royal Commandoes
tattooed across the backs of their shoulders and a large hunting knife pointed down, over their spine.

Gia’s constant moaning and then crying awoke them. “What time is it?” he whispered.

“3:00 a.m. Should we wake her?” Wes asked as he brushed the strands of hair away from her cheek. She had nuzzled her face against his chest and then she gripped on to both of them, waking them from their sleep.

“Everything okay?” Gunner asked as he approached the bed from the living room. He had taken the couch. He walked into the room, with just his boxers on. He ran a hand through his hair.

“She’s moaning and crying in her sleep,” Garrett began to say when suddenly Gia bolted upright.

“No!” she yelled.

“It’s okay, Gia. You’re safe, you’re home, and we’ve got you,” Garrett spoke to her as he knelt on the bed like she was. The palms of her hands rested on her thighs as she attempted to calm her breathing. Wes placed his hand over her back and began to rub it when she jerked to the right, unsure of who it was, and then calmed down.

“It was just a bad dream, baby.” Gunner spoke next and Gia looked up at him.

“Oh God,” she said then covered her eyes with her hands. They chuckled as Wes and Garrett continued to caress her back and thighs.

“Let’s lie back down,” Garrett said then leaned down and kissed her shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Garrett helped her to lie down and she immediately turned her body toward him, trying to cover her lower half. Even in the dim light, he could tell that she had a great body. Her ass was magnificent. For a petite woman with a slim waist and large, pronounced breasts, she had a nice, round, but tight ass. It had been torture lying here with her like this and being unable to touch her. Not anymore. He needed her so badly he actually ached inside.

Garrett ran the palm of his hand along her hip to her lower back. She rolled into his hold then stared at him. The way her green eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked over his chest and of course the tattoos made his cock hard as a steel rod. He knew she felt it, as her plump lips parted and she gasped. He gently, slowly moved the palm of his hand over her hip, up along her ribs, to her breasts. She continued to hold his gaze until he ran a thumb over her nipple and she closed her eyes and moaned softly.

It was music to his ears.

* * * *

Gia was relieved to have awoken in her own bed and not in the hotel room. The nightmares she had were comprised of thoughts about Antonio and the attack by Jeffrey. Now all she seemed to be able to think about was touching and exploring Garrett, Wes, and Gunny. They had large muscles and an almost fierce, combative look to the intricate dips and crevices. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on them and they were staring at her with hunger in their eyes. She felt her belly tighten and knew they wanted her, and her body reacted as her pussy clenched then dripped. It was such a primal and natural reaction, but it embarrassed her to be affected so easily. Garrett’s hands felt good touching her. Wes’s mouth against her shoulder and back caused goose bumps along her skin, and as she opened her eyes, she sought out Gunny. His hands were on his hips, and that authoritative expression of his made her lick her lips.

“Baby, we want you. Let us make love to you and help you to forget about everything but our touch,” Wes whispered against her neck and she rolled to her back.

Both Wes and Garrett ran the palms of their hands up her inner thighs, parting them before touching fingers to her pussy.

“Oh!” She moaned, tilted her head back, and lifted her torso up. She felt the bed dip and then large, thick hands moved up her hips and belly, pushing her shirt up and off of her. She locked gazes with Gunner and she lost her breath. He was kneeling naked between her legs, and his long, thick cock stood at attention, the mushroom top tapping against his upper belly. She couldn’t help but be concerned that he wouldn’t fit inside of her.

His thumbs played with her nipples as he held her gaze and both Wes and Garrett played with her pussy.
Three men are touching me and it feels so amazing.

“You’re gorgeous, Gia. I want to be inside of you so badly I ache, honey,” Gunner admitted then leaned forward to kiss her on the mouth. His tongue delved deeply, causing her to adjust her head and tilt her chin up to accommodate his exploration. He used his tongue to caress in and out of her mouth as he kissed her and she knew it was an indication of how he would use that magnificent cock of his. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him back, feeling the connection and desire for more. She pressed her breasts harder against his muscular chest, needing full contact. She felt so hungry and needy that now she, too, ached.

She sensed Garrett’s fingers at her pussy lips as Gunny raised his body up into a sitting position.

“Look,” Garrett told her and she locked gazes with him, then he motioned with his eyes toward his fingers. She knew he wanted her to watch and then Garrett pressed a finger up into her wet pussy and she held her breath as the intensity of his desire encompassed her.

Gunner leaned forward and kissed her again then slowly released her lips, kissing her more before holding her lower lip gently between his teeth. She closed her eyes as a small orgasm erupted.

“You’re even more beautiful when you’re coming,” Wes told her. She turned to him and he moved closer to kiss her as Gunner explored her breasts.

All three men were touching her, stroking her, and she felt so relaxed and lost in them. She couldn’t focus on anything but the sensations they caused. The thick, protruding finger that pressed in and out of her pussy, the feel of Gunner’s mouth teasing her sensitive breasts, nibbling on her nipples as Wes devoured her cries and explored her mouth with his tongue. Being surrounded by hard, male bodies aroused all of her senses.

“I want in, Gia. We want to make you ours. Let us make love to you,” Gunner whispered then blew a warm breath against her hard nipple.

“I want you, too. I want all of you, it feels so good.”

He smiled at her. “It’s about to get a hell of a lot better.”

Her body reacted to his words, Garrett’s strokes, and Wes’s kisses along her mouth then neck. Gunner was a soldier, she knew that. The three of them had what she’d first thought were domineering, hard expressions and seemed nearly unapproachable. They were commandoes and their jobs as Marines were more than likely dangerous and outrageous. It turned her on to know that they were so resourceful and strong. Their impenetrable personas gave her security and hope of safety.

“Condoms,” Wes said aloud as Garrett pulled his fingers slowly from her cunt. He began to move.

“Not necessary. I’m on the pill. To maintain my cycle,” she added, not wanting them to think that she slept around but that she had irregular cycles.

Gunner grabbed her hips and squeezed as he held her gaze. She felt the thick, bulbous top of his cock against her folds.

“Good, because I don’t want anything between us. Ever.” His words aroused her and then he began to push his cock forward.

Inch by inch, he pressed deeper, slowly penetrating the tight muscles of her pussy. She ached from his size and thickness as a bit of fear had her grabbing on to his wrists.

“Easy now, sugar. I know I’m big, but you can take me. I know you can, baby, ’cause you’re meant for me,” Gunner encouraged her. She focused on the definition of his muscles and his firm, set jaw. He was holding back, easing his way into her even now when he desperately wanted to thrust forward. She understood that. She knew that men had desires, cravings, and needs, but this was different. Wes and Garrett aided in relaxing her as they each latched on to a breast with their warm, wet, tongues, pulling her nipples until they nearly ached. The pleasure lubricated her channel and Gunner shoved forward.

They both gasped as Gunner held his cock deep within her to the womb.