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  My heart is beating fast as I stand there, arched back, my legs quaking underneath me. Everything is a blur, but I know something will happen.

  “We can’t do that,” the first one says.

  “Tammy?” the other one adds. “Do you want to come with us?”

  “I told you, her name isn’t Tammy! It’s Liberty! Can you believe that bullshit? Stupid fucking name.”

  The guys stop, glancing at each other and scowling. Then as though they choreographed it, they separate. One takes me gently by the shoulders and pulls in one direction, and the other takes Ty more roughly by the shoulder and pulls in the other direction, separating us neatly.

  In a half a second, the first one has me out of the kitchen, wrapped in his strong arms as he hustles me to the back of the room.

  “Get your things,” he commands me as he nudges me toward the ladies’ room door gently, but not very gently.

  I know an order when I hear one, and I dart into the ladies’ room to get dressed again, kicking off the blue heels toward the corner. I would rather be barefoot.

  When I come back out, both guys are standing there. One of them gives me back my handbag while the other maneuvers me toward the back door. It only takes a few seconds, and we are back across the front parking lot. A car door opens and I crawl into the back seat of a Jeep, then hang on as we peel out of the lot.

  The top is down, and the warm North Carolina night air blows my hair all around. When I think that we are far enough away, I work up the courage to break the silence.

  “You guys? What’s going on?”

  The man in the passenger seat twists around and gives me a serious, contemplative squint.

  “Not trying to be rude, ma’am, just trying to figure out what to do with you next.”

  His sudden politeness catches me off guard and I stifle a giggle. People don’t usually refer to me as ma’am. People don’t usually refer to me at all. If there’s a soldier near my father, I might as well be part of the furniture. They do not risk offending him by eyeballing me.

  “Well, you could take me home? I mean… I’m really embarrassed about all the drama. Maybe we could just forget all this ever happened?”

  The passenger looks at the driver, who shakes his head tightly.

  “Normally I would, ma’am, but unfortunately it looks like your identification was left behind.”

  “Shit,” I mutter, yanking open my handbag and flipping through the contents. Goddammit. I can’t believe Ty went through my personal stuff. What was he even thinking? What an asshole.

  “I can get it tomorrow? I mean… my friend Mona could get it for me. I don’t even have to go back, I’m sure.”

  Again the guys glance at each other, and again there is that tight shaking of the head.

  “Guys? Are you listening to me?”

  The passenger nods at me seriously, his expression apologetic but unmovable.

  “Unfortunately, we don’t think that’s safe, ma’am,” he informs me. “At this point it seems like you’re going to need to come with us.”

  “What? No… just take me home. I’m sure it will be fine. Please?”

  For a moment they don’t say anything, and all I can hear is cicadas and crickets as the Jeep roars down the country road.

  “Guys?”

  “Liberty Jane, I’m sorry,” the passenger says again. The sound of my own name startles me. He seems to like it too. If I am not mistaken, there’s just the smallest hint of smile on his tanned, lined cheeks.

  “You’re sorry? Sorry for what?”

  “Sorry I don’t have a better plan, ma’am,” he answers. “But you can trust us, Liberty Jane. You’re safe with us.”

  Chapter 9

  Libby

  Nonmilitary people probably wouldn’t understand this, but once the guys told me what they were doing, I immediately understood. They recognized my name. They know my father. I won’t get more information out of them than that. They won’t tell me how they know him, whether they had been under his command, or anything else. It just doesn’t work like that.

  But what I do know is that they believe taking me back to my own home is not safe, and wherever they are taking me is.

  And I absolutely trust that is true.

  As we drive down the road back to base, I realize I have a decision to make. “Tammy” is still very much a part of my mind. I was having a good time being Tammy. I don’t feel any particular urgency to go back to being Libby. Certainly not the formal Liberty Jane. That girl would not be in a situation like this.

  Just when I see the lights of the fort entrance, the driver makes a left-hand turn and then another, before finally pulling into a gated drive lined with townhouses. Off-base housing. Some of the nice stuff.

  Probably for the best, because I don’t know if I could get back on base without my ID.

  I feel safe in the back, looking at the stars overhead as we drive down the tree-lined streets of the subdivision. Finally we pull into a driveway, and then into an open garage. The driver turns off the engine.

  The passenger opens the door and gives me a smirk as he pulls the seat up so I can exit. But before I can step out into the garage, he slips a hand behind my knees and picks me up effortlessly. I stifle a giggle of surprise.

  “Your shoes, ma’am,” he explains with barely a crack in his serious demeanor.

  “Oh… Right.”

  Well, this is fun. One of them opens the door, and this big hunk of a soldier carries me through it. I feel small and light as a feather as he transports me into a nice, tidy living room.

  Gently he sets me down on the carpet and we all stand there for a moment, looking each other over awkwardly. Now in normal light, I can see what I couldn’t see in the bar. They are definitely twins. Identical military haircuts. Clean-shaven, thick jaws. Broad necks. Shoulders carved out of marble. Arms carved out of granite. They loom over me, breathing steadily, watching me like I am either their prey or their sworn duty.

  I expect it to be gone, but it’s still there: that seething connection. It’s like we’re all standing at the edge of a cliff with the wind pushing us forward. Just one bit of pressure, one little tap, and we all go tumbling over the edge.

  Am I ready to take that step?

  “Thank you,” I mutter awkwardly, fighting back a nervous smile. “I feel like I should explain. “That’s not how I—”

  “—no need to explain, ma’am.”

  I stop short. This could get weird. I am determined that this will not get any weirder than it already has.

  “Okay, first of all? Please stop calling me ma’am. That’s nice and all, but unnecessary.”

  “But, ma’am—”

  I hold up a hand.

  “Seriously? I am going to have to insist. Please don’t tell me about your training or your manners or how you were brought up. Call me, um, Tammy.”

  They glance at each other, eyebrows raised. I snap my fingers in the air between us.

  “Yeah, can we agree that is okay? It sounds like an acceptable compromise to me. That way none of us have to think about anything too hard.”

  “Do you have a plan then, Tammy?”

  I shrug, bouncing several scenarios through my mind. I could go home, I could sneak out, I could try to find Mona… What the hell happened to Mona?

  But it doesn’t matter right now. Right now there is literally nothing that I can do but wait.

  “At some point, I will have to retrieve my ID. Right? At some point I have to go home.”

  “If he has your ID, then he knows where you live,” the first one says. “You can’t go home until we figure out how to handle the situation.”

  I nod. My cheek still stings where Ty slapped me, and I have to admit I’m not eager to run into him again, alone. I at least want a moment to piece this out.

  “We can make sure he doesn’t do anything to you,” the other one offers.

  He doesn’t give any details, and I don’t feel the need to ask. I am positive that
he could make sure in a number of different ways that the threat of Ty has been eliminated. Better not to ask.

  “I also need to make sure that Mona is all right. My friend. Who works there. She left earlier tonight. I will call her tomorrow.”

  They look at each other again.

  “All right… Well, then, we have some time to kill. Looks like everything is okay for now.”

  “Right,” I agree. There is so much more that we could say. So much more that needs to be said.

  “I’m Cass,” the first one says, then jerks his thumb in the other direction. “That’s Will.”

  It seems ridiculously awkward all of a sudden, and I can’t help but giggle.

  “Those are our real names,” Will shrugs.

  But I can’t help it. Suddenly it’s sort of funny, no, really funny. Downright ridiculous. Kind of hilarious. The movie that was playing in my head has gone completely off the rails.

  “You know what? Those are wonderful names. Those are perfect names. Thank you for saving my ass, I really do appreciate it. So, can we back up to where we were?”

  Cass raises his eyebrows. I see him flare his nostrils as though sniffing the air.

  “And where exactly were we?” he asks in a low, careful voice.

  “We were just getting to know each other,” I answer, calling up Tammy again.

  That was good. Tammy was good. Letting nature call the shots was good. I want that back.

  “Are you sure about that?” Will asks, leaning forward only slightly.

  I can sense it again, the force that is holding back everything in his mind. Such a strong sense of self. Such a force of nature.

  “I’m absolutely sure,” I answer.

  Just like that, I pick up where the movie left off. I am the girl who comes in the room, sees what she wants, and goes for it.

  Chapter 10

  Cass

  She can’t go home, and we can’t put her anyplace else until we know she’s safe. She is safe here. Now what are we going to do with her?

  Will vibrates with nervousness. Having her in our space crosses a line that we have both known is there, but never dared to name out loud. It is something that we always knew would happen, deep down. If there were ever a moment like this, the result was a foregone conclusion.

  And she is perfect. The perfect beauty. The perfect attitude. She understands us, I can tell. She’s grown up around military men. She knows what kind of animals we are, what kind of choices we have to make. She’s not coming into this with her eyes closed.

  We all know exactly what this is about.

  The talking is over. She takes two steps in her bare feet toward Will, standing up on her toes to reach him. He doesn’t try to stop her. He opens his arms to catch her and she latches onto him completely. Arms looped behind his neck, back arching into him. He takes her in his arms without argument, scooping her up to lift her off the floor so that she is nearly his height.

  Exactly. Exactly this. This is so right.

  I come up behind her, reaching around to find the button of her jeans, sliding them back over her hips. Those pink panties again, so soft, so flimsy. I barely want to touch them, afraid that they will come apart in threads.

  But I need to see more of her. As she kisses Will, I find myself toying with the elastic on the panties, and then pulling them down. There’s nothing else I can do. They need to be gone.

  Her legs are long and tanned, strong like a runner. Her skin is soft under my hands, and she’s pliant, pliable, moving with me effortlessly.

  As she kisses Will, I spread her thighs with my thumbs, looking for that soft, pink seam. To my surprise, she’s totally bare. Completely shaven. Nothing hidden, nothing obscured from view. Just this perfect, plump pussy, ready to be spread.

  All my conscious thought clicks off like a light switch, and my brain is just filled with images, commands, urges to be obeyed. Her thighs are firm in my hands as I spread her legs, opening that seam little by little. Her secret inner lips are like a stripe of bubblegum, glistening wet, begging to be tasted. Before I know it I’ve dragged my tongue over those frilly edges, relishing the velvety texture of a newly shaved pussy, trying to keep myself from taking the whole thing in my mouth at once.

  But when she moans, pushing back against my face, I can’t help myself. Her pussy lips fit inside my mouth perfectly, and I suck at them madly, rolling my tongue over the surface back and forth before diving into the channel, plunging deeper with every swipe.

  Her juices are thick and sweet, just like her mouth. On my knees, I position her so that she straddles my face and I suck voraciously at those lips. She wiggles against me without restraint, driving me insane. It’s like a starving man given a drop to drink. I need it, all of it. I can’t hold back.

  Her pussy is so tight, the entrance is barely a slit. I can see it, but I don’t think anyone has ever been in there. A virgin? Jesus.

  “On the floor,” I hear myself grunt, before picking her up and moving her to the center of the rug. “I need more room.”

  Will takes the change in position as an opportunity to take off her halter, snapping the closure of her bra at the same time. Her tits are round and firm, topped by candy-pink nipples that end in small, serious points. He has one in his mouth before she lies down and the sound of her moans pushes me even further.

  “Keep her moaning,” I direct him. “I want to open her up.”

  Will doesn’t say anything, just begins rolling her nipples between his fingers, kissing her until she arches her back. Her knees fall open, trembling as her hips rock with every wave of desire.

  Now that I can really look at her, I see how beautiful she is. Plump, juicy pussy lips like perfect handfuls. Shaved absolutely smooth, all the way back to her puckered, perfect little asshole. Her inner lips are frilly and pale, glistening like they are dusted with sugar. At the top is her shy, hooded clitoris, as fat as a pearl.

  Gently, I push the hood back just a tiny bit. I know I need to use just the smallest amount of friction on this delicate, hidden part of her, but I want to drive her mad. I want her beyond sanity. I want her to give in completely to anything we might want to do to her.

  She gasps when my tongue slides over her clit, and I feel her lips clench and then relax. Again, I roll her clit under my tongue, swirling at the edges. Then again. Then again, until she rocks against me, syncing her motions with mine.

  She is almost there, I can tell. Will has her tits covered in glossy tongue marks as he teases and tempts her to higher and higher levels of desire.

  A gush of nectar coats my tongue, and I take that tiny pearl in my lips, suckling insistently, gently battering it with my tongue until she flexes her knees, pushing hard against me. She squeals a shuddering arpeggio of bliss and flexes her knees against my ears. Will is relentless, laving her tits as she heaves beneath him.

  My face is soaked. I can feel her cum drying on my chin. But still, when Will catches my eye I practically want to salute him.

  As soon as I am certain she is okay, sleepy and shivering in the half-life of her orgasm, I have to sneak away. I’m going to explode.

  I rush to the bathroom, painfully aware of the throbbing, rock-hard erection that threatens to burst through my jeans. The shower snaps on, blasting the room full of sound and steam. With my forearm against the tile wall, I let the water course down my back and fist myself two, three, four times, the image of her perfect pink pussy vivid in my mind.

  I come almost immediately, the force so strong it splashes against the wall above the nozzle then drips down toward the drain. It seems to go on and on, ropes of thick, white jizz that swirl in a spiral before disappearing.

  My brain goes fuzzy, dissolving to white noise like a TV between stations. It takes a long time to get straight thoughts back into my head, and when I do, one thing is clear.

  She is still here. With us. In our place. We can’t let her go just yet.

  And there is still more of her.

  Chapter 11
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  Libby

  When I wake up in the morning, it takes me a second to remember where I am. First I realize that I am immobilized, pinned under something heavy. I can’t move my arms or legs. Feels like I am trapped under concrete.

  But slowly, I realize what this is. I am crushed beneath two large, solid soldiers, as dense as cement blocks.

  The evening comes back to me in a rush: my brief stint as a beer girl, Mona taking off with Carson, the lingerie show, the captivating twin soldiers who caught my attention, Ty dragging me into the back room and popping me in the chin, and capping it all off with the most amazing orgasm I have ever felt.

  Immediately my pussy clenches. My body remembers that orgasm like it is still happening. Oh my God. Never in a million years would I have guessed that a man’s tongue would feel so much better than anything I have ever had on my pussy before.

  If I would’ve known? You better believe I would’ve been doing this all along.

  Jesus, now it all makes sense! I always thought that porn was so exaggerated, with everybody rolling their eyes and moaning all the time. People having orgasms that look like they are possessed by demons. Women groaning theatrically when somebody gives a nipple the barest lick.

  I thought that was all bullshit.

  Boy, was I wrong.

  It was amazing. It was like some kind of primal secret. So soft, so hot, so exactly what I needed. Nothing has ever felt like that before.

  I want it again.

  Slowly I pick up my head, trying to figure out what our current situation is. One of them… Will? He is snoring lightly on my left. His face is turned away, and he’s lying on his back so I can see the length of him. His side is overlapping mine, pinning me down protectively. I wonder if he did that on purpose to make sure I can’t sneak out.

  His chest rises with every rumbling breath, massive and broad. There is a light dusting of pale fur from his collarbones down to his navel, past where I can see without sitting up.

  Cass is on my right, with his thigh draped over mine. He is lying on his stomach. His back is smooth, tanned to the waist where there is a strong demarcation to paler skin. His butt cheeks are round and firm, almost too shapely. I really want to squeeze one. Like, really bad.