Free Three Soldier Salute (Curvy Menage Military Romance) by Talia Day Page A

and Eric.  As she suspected, they were both staring at her ass, and damn if it didn’t make her wonder what it would be like to fuck guys like that.  She closed the door to her bedroom, fell back on her bed, and spread her legs wide. 
     
    “Don’t you wonder what it would be like to fuck my tight little pussy?”  Tiffany pouted quietly as she fantasized being fucked by super-ripped, tattooed marines. She traced her fingers down her stomach and under her short cut-off jeans. 
     
    She thought about the naughty videos she’d found in Conner’s closet…and thought about what it would be like to to reenact them with him.  It was a mad desire she’d been having ever since she found them.  He was downright sexy—tall, with broad, strong shoulders and one hell of a body; there wasn’t a day that passed that he didn’t go for a run and lift weights, and it showed.
     
    Her panties were soaking wet by the time she slipped her fingers underneath them, slowly tracing her slit before dipping them up to the first knuckle.  The feeling of being filled made her nipples tighten into little knots.  She slid her other hand up her shirt and tugged and twisted them. 
     
    If it were up to her, it would be Conner doing the work that her hands were now busily performing.  But he was her father’s closest friend, and by the way he looked at her, she doubted he saw her as anything but a child.  It was like she didn’t even exist in his world—despite the fact that every other guy she came across noticed her. 
     
    Running her fingers over her full breasts she felt her ego deflate.  Maybe he was one of those guys who liked stick-thin women who looked like they lived on bread and water.  She wasn’t like that, never had been.  Honestly, she could hardly understand why anyone would be attracted to a woman that didn’t even have hips to grab on to.  She had every curve a guy could want, and more. 
     
    She bucked her hips harder, sinking her slender fingers further into her canal; a little whimper escaped her lips as her body began to shake. 
     
    “Make me cum,” she breathed, “Make me come, Conner!”  She was so close, just another second and her body would release…
     
    “Goddamn it, Tiffany!  Get the hell out here right now,” Conner’s voice exploded from the other room just before she was about to cum.
     
    She pulled her fingers out in a guilty start; whatever she had done, Conner was mad… real mad .
     
    “Yes, sir?” she said weakly as she stood before him.  
     
    By the look on Conner’s face, she knew well enough that this was one of those times when she needed to truly straighten up her act and show respect. 
     
    Matthew and Eric sat at the other end of the room as Conner lambasted her. 
     
    “What the hell is this?!” he demanded, holding up her red diary; she must have forgotten it in the living room when he sent her to her room.
     
    Her stomach sank.  If he had read her diary, then he knew that she had been out the night before partying and drinking.  His eyes were boring holes right through her.   
     
    “I…um.” She looked down at her painted red toenails, unsure of what to say.  She promised him last week that she wasn’t going to screw up again. 
     
    “I’m sorry,” she pouted her lower lip in a last ditch effort to pacify his fury. Conner was strict with her, but he’d given in before, and she knew exactly how to play him.  She mustered her biggest alligator tears and said,  “Really, I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again.” 
     
    “Honestly, Tiffany, if your dad had any idea the sort of shit you’ve been pulling…  Screw it! I’m calling him!  If I was your father I’d want to know if my wayward daughter was out gallivanting and getting drunk at nineteen.”
     
    “Please don’t tell him,” she begged instantly. 
     
    But he was serious this time. Conner picked up the phone, despite her tears and protests.  She tore the telephone