Free Monroe, Melody S. - Deception Fantasy [Fantasy Resort 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Melody S. Monroe Page A

looked too fragile.
    “What was it about the girl that made you so upset?” That seemed a safer topic than the one she wanted to ask, which was why he’d appeared distant and sad at times in high school.
    He sat up. “Not even Jack has heard this story, so maybe it’s time I do get it off my chest.” He picked up a stone and chucked it. “I’d been sent over to Iraq. We were in a small village where the women were gentle and the children innocent. The terrorists showed up one night and took no mercy on anyone. Gunfire erupted everywhere. The sounded was deafening. Walls crumbled, people screamed. My God, I’d never seen anything like it.”
    She took hold of his hand and squeezed. “I can’t imagine the horror.”
    He nodded. “The soldiers were told to spread out and take down the intruders. I was running between two buildings when a young girl, no more than ten, stepped out of a doorway. She saw me. She held out her hand, I think for candy. I motioned she get back in the house, but she didn’t seem to understand or notice the gunfire. I think she might have been deaf.”
    “You must have been petrified for her life.”
    “Yes. Before I could make her understand, shots rang out and blood stained her chest. I ran to her and scooped her up in my arms, sprinting to the end of the buildings. Terrorists were everywhere, so I hid with her in an entryway. I wanted to go for help, but if I did, I’d have to leave her. I knew she was going to die, so I just held her, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. Eventually, the gunfire stopped and our medics arrived, but it was too late. She’d died in my arms minutes before. I dream of her precious face every night.”
    Tears streaked down her face. “You did everything you could. The girl we helped rescue might not make it either, but we did our best. That’s all we can ask of anyone.”
    He looked away as if a tear had escaped.
    Silence filled the air, even though she heard the wind through the trees and the night animals creating a ruckus. It seemed as if only the three of them existed in the world. She wanted to take his hand again, but he’d withdrawn already.
    “Anyone hungry?” Jack said with a great deal of enthusiasm. Bless his soul. He always seemed to know when the tension got too thick.

Chapter Seven

    Dinner tasted good, but for the most part, they talked about the rescue and the resort, and not about their feelings. That was okay by her. At the moment, her emotions were too raw to share.
    Jack yawned. “I’m beat. I’m hitting the hay.”
    “I’m right there behind you,” Trace said.
    Diana had no desire to sit outside by herself, so she followed them both to the tent. There were two sleeping bags and three of them. “Hmm.” The injured girl had the third one.
    Jack grinned. “Guess we gotta share.”
    He unzipped his bag and placed it flat on the ground, then grabbed the second one for the top blanket.
    “You think I’m going to get any sleep snuggled between you two?” Her breasts would be touching one of the men’s backs while her butt would be pressed against the other’s cock. Erotic thoughts would keep her up all night.
    “You got a better idea?”
    Going back down the other rock face was dangerous. “No.”
    “You having second thoughts, sugar?”
    “No. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” That was the truth.
    Jack slapped his thigh. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
    The idea of finally making love to these two made her legs weak. They were everything she’d dreamed of in a man. Or men, in this case. Yes, they were good-looking, were business savvy, and appreciated her outdoor skills, but it was the way they cared about her happiness that meant so much to her. They seemed to want her to enjoy their loving ways and cared about her needs. Why hadn’t she seen this before?
    You’ve got hang-ups , that’s why , ones you need to address then bury.
    Yes, Trace and Jack could be acting, but she knew them, knew