Page 57 of Beautiful Soldier

I told myself I was going to be smart about being with each of the guys, but I’m truly a goner for all of them. The desperate look in his eyes beckons me forward. I press against him, kissing him on the lips. A soft brush at first, tentative, exploring, until my baser instincts take over. This is the guy who’s fought for me from the beginning. The one who threw caution to the wind first, despite Johnny’s public claiming, and I’ll be damned if I let him swim in turmoil over this.

He pushes me away, tearing his lips from me. “How can you even kiss me after what I did? I fucked this up. Fight you?You?” He slams his fist into the wall by my head. “I won’t.”

“You will,” I tell him. “And it’ll be okay.”

“God, I fucking hate him,” he growls.

“I don’t want to talk about that. We’ll figure out something, and even if we do have to get in the ring together, it won’t matter. I’ll pretend your punches are kisses.”

He drops his head at me, looking as if I’m completely insane. Brawler’s fists aren’t lips. That’s for damn sure. But they can have the same effect on my body. Both want to tear me apart.

“I’ll let you pummel me over and over,” I tell him, trailing my hand down his taut torso. His body locks up when I get to his hips like he wants to pull away, but he doesn’t. I explore lower, palming his hard dick through his athletic shorts. “Every hit I take will be worth it.”

He moans as I stroke him. He’s on the border of giving in despite the conflict written all over his face.

“Or maybe I’ll just let you take me out,” he says, voice betraying all the emotions he’s trying to keep back.

But he can’t do that, can he? He’s committed to the gang. I’ve had the answer in the back of my head this whole time. No one else is saying it out loud, so neither am I. Brawler has to win. There’s no point in arguing about it. He has the most to lose at this point.

I drop to my knees in front of him, and his gaze darkens. “Don’t.”

I reach up to his shorts, slowly removing them, pulling them out and around his erection as it levels in my line of sight. The sight of his cock turns me on even more. I push his shorts to the floor and inch closer, my hands reaching up the backside of his thighs. I press my fingertips there, and he jerks forward. I take him inside, moaning at the feel of him in my mouth.

“Fuck...” Brawler grinds out. He leans against the wall, peering at me with hooded eyes.

Here, I’m his. He can say he won’t hurt me, and maybe that’s what this is. A desperate need to tell him it’s okay. To tell him it doesn’t matter what happens next. We’ll still be each other’s.

I suck hard and pull back, letting him pop out of my mouth. I wrap my fingers around his base, stroking him again, eyeing the pre-cum that’s seeped out greedily. “Do you remember that day you wrote on my mirror? I saw it you know.”

I lick the salty liquid with the tip of my tongue, and he shudders.

“Fucking beautiful,” I say reverently, letting the sparks fly over my skin just like they did when I first saw his message. He had some huge balls to go against Johnny then. To tell me he’d help me get out.

He reaches down with one hand, pulling his fingers through my hair. He fondles a few strands before I move my mouth over him again. This time, he doesn’t hold back. He places his hand on the back of my head fisting a handful of my hair, but I’m the one in control. The one making Brawler lose his resolve. This is what he needs.

“I keep thinking about you,” he confesses. “I want to be inside you every night. To feel you under me, hear your cries.”

Intense heat settles in my core, which only spurs me on. I take him in further, pressing my lips against him tighter.

“Everything about you is fucking beautiful, Kyla. Everything.”

He tightens his grip in my hair as he rocks in and out of me. He starts out slow until a strangled cry releases from him that has more liquid heat dampening my panties. “Let go,” I urge, and then I’m right back on him again, stroking him toward the back of my throat.

I sink my nails into his ass as he fucks my mouth. The masculine noises of pleasure he makes coats me with pure need. Without warning, he rips my mouth from him as he places his hands over the tip of his jerking cock. Cum spills into his hands as I sit back in satisfaction. Watching my big man lose control thrills me. He took what he needed, and I let him. He doesn’t always have to be the knight in shining armor. He can be the one who defied everything despite the consequences.

Do I think he should’ve sacrificed himself to keep me safe? Fuck no.

I understand why he did it though.

He reaches behind him to the desk and grabs a few tissues to clean up with. He holds them tightly in his hand while he pulls his pants up and then helps me stand, pushing me against the concrete wall at my back. He kisses me, this time throwing himself behind the kiss until I’m in a daze, captured by the full force of his feelings. He doesn’t seem to give a fuck that he can taste himself on me, and my pussy throbs.

“Johnny’s a damn fool if he won’t share you with us.” He breathes heavily. He waits until I lock gazes with him until he asks, “What happens if he says no?”

I blink at him. Worry lines his features as if this question has kept him up at night. “If you’re asking if I’ll give you up, the answer is fuck no. You and Oscar are a part of me. Magnum, too. He won’t like the answer if he makes me choose.” My mouth dries. Fear coats me, and I look away, trying to keep my breathing under control. Just the thought of losing any of them sends me into a spiral.

“That’s if he doesn’t kill us first.”

“He won’t kill you,” I promise, gritting my teeth.

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