Nine Marines' Shared Property - Nicole Casey Page 0,16

switched off the lights. Santiago glanced over his shoulder then back at me.

“And the desk lamp,” I said to Elijah.

Elijah didn’t go to the desk. Instead, he joined Santiago in the center of the room. He stood beside him, struck a similar pose and stared at me.

I turned to Axel. I put a hand on his knee. “Should I be afraid?”

He put his arm around me. “You’re safe with me.”

I believed him. I scouched closer to him and laid my head on his shoulder.

“I order you,” said Santiago, “to give Axel a kiss.”

“I’m not taking orders,” I said. I shifted in the couch, put my legs up onto Manny’s lap and laid back so that I was lying across Axel and my head rested on the armrest. “Axel, dear, I think you need to tell your boys to stand down.”

“Your boys?” said Elijah.

I looked at him. “That’s a good point. Who is the leader anyway?”

“We don’t have a leader,” said Santiago. “There’s no hierarchy among us.”

“Hmm. I guess that makes me the leader, then.” I said.

My feet dangled off the side of the couch. But Nolan took a seat on the armrest and put my feet on his lap.

“Thank you, Nolan,” I said. “And while you’re there, you can give me a foot massage.” I looked at Santiago. “That’s not an order but a request.”

“I can do requests,” said Nolan. He worked his strong hands, kneading my feet like hardening clay.

All my muscles, from the tips of my toes to the back of my neck, loosened. I let out a soft murmur. “Mmm, that feels great.”

“Any request for me, dear?” said Axel.

“You can work my shoulders,” I said. “And also, don’t call me dear.”

“And I’ll work your legs,” said J.P.

Axel shifted so that I was leaning against his chest. He dug his fingers into my back between the shoulder blades. It was slightly painful, but I didn’t complain.

J.P. ran his hands down my calves to my ankles. He squeezed then ran the balls of his palms up my leg.

I shifted onto my side. It was slightly uncomfortable as I was in a sort of V shape, my hips on the couch while my legs resting on J.P.’s lap and my upper body resting against Axel.

“Where’s Manny?” I said.

“Over here?” he said. But I couldn’t see unless I got up from the couch, which I was not going to do.

“I can’t see you,” I said.

He stepped in front of Axel.

“There’s a place for you on the couch,” I said. “In between J.P. and Axel.”

J.P. set my ankles onto his bicep. He slid a hand onto my butt and lifted me up. “Squeeze in,” he said to Manny. Then he set me down and my hips now rested on Manny’s lap.

“Mmm,” I said. “That’s much better.”

I shut my eyes and felt hands, too numerous to count, exploring my body. Someone was unbuttoning my shirt. I didn’t open my eyes to see who it was.

I reached out, and my right hand fell onto a chiseled jaw while my left hand fell onto a broad shoulder. I slid my hand around to the back of the nameless head and pulled him to me, lifting my chest to meet him all the more quickly.

Light kisses dotted my neck down to my heaving breasts. ‘Tear off my bra,’ I thought. But I was too relaxed to get my mouth to open and speak.

A hand started to unbutton my pants. I reached down and slapped it then felt the hand slide down back to my thigh. I arched my head back. My lips brushed against Axel’s jaw. I wet my lips and kissed him greedily, nipping, trying to pull him toward me so I could kiss his mouth.

Axel obliged.

He took my chin in his hand and put his mouth to mine. His tongue ran against mine.

I spread my legs and rocked my hips to the motion of his exploring tongue.

The hand returned and started to unbutton my pants again. This time I did not slap it away. I felt Manny’s long hard cock pressed against the small of my back.

My pants were pulled down, and the hand slid down my hips into my wet snatch.

I pulled myself free from Axel’s embrace and let out a gasp then a moan as two fingers slid into my panties and ran along then inside my labia.

I kicked, but someone, probably Nolan, grabbed my foot. He pulled it to him against his thigh. Then he shifted and my foot pressed against