Free Healing Pleasure by Tonya Ramagos Page A

she felt her upper body being lifted. She shivered as her body was guided into a new position, this time straddling one of them. The way their hands moved as they shifted her, she lost track of which pair belonged to who.
    “Relax, sugar.”
    Trey’s voice was the one that came further away now. She obeyed, not realizing she’d tensed until he’d given her the order.
    Don’t fight them. This is what I was training you for.
    Her breath caught in her throat as a third voice reached her ears. Mark. She had to have imagined it. He couldn’t be here. It was impossible because he was…
    “Snake’s been hit! Fuck!”
    The terrified cries ripped Lena from sleep. She sat up in bed, disoriented, her pussy wet and her body aching from the dream. She raked her hair from her face and waited for her mind to clear. The second scream split the night and she knew in an instant that part hadn’t been a dream.
    “We’re being fucking ambushed.”
    She hurried out of bed, realizing the sounds were coming from the room next door. “Brit?”
    She stepped into the hallway at the same time Trey came out of his room. The silvery light of the full moon outside the window at the end of the hall enabled her to see his face. She watched as his gaze locked with hers before slowly falling down the length of her body, no doubt seeing straight through the thin, white silk teddy she’d worn to bed.
    Behind her, more doors opened, tearing her attention from the delicious sight of Trey’s bare shoulders, rock hard pecs, totally ripped abdomen, and the line of his groin that disappeared beneath the elastic waistband of the jogging pants riding low on his lean hips. She spun on her heel to find Trent and Bobby stepping out of their respective rooms. Both men froze at the sight of her and it was plainly obvious by their expressions they were doing their damnedest to keep their gazes on her face.
    Trent looked away from her first, his gaze lifting over her head. “You got this?”
    “Yeah, I’ve it,” Trey answered behind her.
    “Lena, you come get us if he doesn’t,” Bobby told her.
    She nodded as Brit’s next cry split the air in the hallway. She turned her back on the other men, bolting into action and reaching the door to Brit’s room at the same time as Trey.
    “It’s a nightmare.” Trey’s rusty voice was thick with sympathy. “He’s reliving the op.”
    “Does this happen often?” The pained expression on his handsome face told her it did.
    “Almost every damn night.”
    She eased the door open to find Brit sitting up in his bed, his eyes huge in his face and seemingly unseeing. Like Trey, he wasn’t wearing a shirt and a layer of sweat had collected on his flesh, glistening in the moonlight spilling in through his window. His long, dark hair was matted around his face and his chest rose and fell in rapidly heavy breaths.
    “You fucking cocksucking tango!”
    She jolted at the shout, at the vehemence in his voice, and winced when he jerked and slammed a hand on his injured knee. The sound that left his lips was one of pure agony and, yet, even the real pain wasn’t enough to draw him out of the horror show in his mind.
    Needing to do something, though she didn’t have a clue what, she started toward the bed.
    Trey stopped her with a firm, but gentle hand on her forearm. “Let me. He might lash out at you, not realizing who you are.”
    Lena nodded wordlessly and hung back, letting Trey take the lead. She folded her arms beneath her breasts as she watched Trey ease closer to Brit’s bedside.
    “Brit, snap out of it.” Trey’s words were clipped and firm. “We’re on the ranch, man. We’re not there anymore.”
    Brit’s head turned Trey’s direction, but his eyes still held that wild, horrified look. “Take cover, damn it! Bravo Team, where the fuck are you?”
    “Not there, man.” Trey’s limps trembled on the words. “You ordered us to hold back.” He shook his head, as if attempting to jar the memory from