“Never my love,” Reid grunted, plunging his cock back in deeper watching her cry out, and her eyes roll back. “You and the baby her safe. We will keep you safe and happy.” The hot pressure of his big hand cupping her stomach gently sent arcs of white-hot pleasure rolling through her as he thrusted deeper.
Long, rough, slow strokes were undoing her at the seams, tossing back her head she scratched at his chest as her eyes rolled back. “Reid!” She screamed as a wave of debilitating pleasure sacked her body.
Throwing back his head with a low, harsh roar, Reid’s hips surged forward releasing his warm thick seed deep inside of her. Whispered French words drifted past her ears, softly lulling her quaking body to relax.
The feeling of hands grabbing and lifting her startled Everly awake. She didn’t even remember falling asleep. Tiredly she opened her eyes to see the outline of Zane’s strong jawline as he carried her. She felt like she was floating.
She was so tired she could cry. “No more,” she begged, not even able to raise her hoarse voice.
“Sshhh, sweetheart, I’m going to get you cleaned up,” Zane soothed.
Carrying her to the bathroom, Zane waited for her to use the bathroom before setting her on the bathroom counter. Too exhausted to fight him, Everly sagged against the mirror as he cleaned her up with a warm towel. Removing her bra and shirt, Zane quickly dressed her in an oversized T-shirt and fresh pair of underwear, leaving her bra off. Somewhere deep in her mind, she raged at the indignity of being dressed like a child, but she also knew she didn’t have the strength to do it herself. Without a word, he swung her back into his gentle arms and walked with her back to the room. Sleepily, she saw Reid tucking the last corner of the new sheets on the bed waiting for Zane to bring her over.
Setting her in the middle of the bed, Everly was too exhausted to even tense up as she felt them climb back in on either side of her. Large arms crossed her, one below her stomach and the other below her breast, trapping her, holding her. Keeping her exactly as they said—close.
Chapter 9
Bright morning light gradually began to seep into the room as the island was slowly bathed in warm light. Outside the morning mist hung low on the ground like a celestial fog waiting to dissipate as the ground warmed for the day.
The silent hum of the automatic blinds stretching across the window began as the sensor detected the increased outside light levels, slowly the room was cast back into the gentle shadows. Reid listened to Zane’s semi-conscious grateful grunt at the light adjustment as he buried his face deeper into the young woman’s dark curls.
Still lying on his stomach, Reid stared at the woman beside him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, she was finally here, in this bed right where she belonged. Dark eyebrows slightly arched over her closed eyes, Reid watched with nothing less than beguiling captivation as her eyes moved back and forth underneath her soft eyelids. What was she dreaming about? Gently the corners of her mouth pulled into a flat line until she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling. It was a habit he had watched her do on countless occasions. Knowing she was deep asleep, Reid sat up onto his side propping his head up with one hand as he brought his other hand to her mouth. Lightly he whispered the tips of his fingers at the edge of her mouth, gently extracting her red lip from between her worrying teeth. Moist and plump, her bee-stung lips sat slightly apart begging him for a taste. His body hardened at the invitation. Leashing his waning control, he tore his gaze from her lips and laid back staring at the large support beams in the ceiling.
Reid still had the photos on his phone from the day Zane sent them months ago. For weeks his brother talked endlessly about the new girl the bank hired, at first Reid wrote it off. Zane loved to flirt, born for it really. How could this be any different from all the other women he pursued for sport? But this one was, Zane wasn’t just talking about her like a man whose interest had been temporarily piqued, he was talking about her like a man obsessed.
Finally, he caved to his brother’s unusual zeal and opened the pictures he sent of the girl. For hours Reid stared at the information in front of him, the multiple candid shots of her smiling and talking to her coworkers, walking to her car, and walking into her small empty apartment. Admittedly, Reid had to agree with his brother she was very beautiful, but from the information Zane shared he could not understand the man’s manic desire. It was the second attachment that ensnared him, the two-page document of background information that set his whole being on fire. She was made for them.
By the end of the week, he was being introduced as the new temporary calculus professor at Golden Creek college. Amongst the sea of curious faces, he spotted her immediately. Keeping up the farce of professor was much harder than he initially calculated, with each class he found it more and more tempting to simply dismiss everyone and keep her back for himself.
The sweet warmth of her body next to his extracted him from his musings, breathing in deeply he closed his eyes and inhaled the honey-scented body wash she loved to use, a body wash they were sure to purchase for her. There was nothing she would ever want for again, anything she desired, they would provide it. She was here now, and that was all that mattered.
Sitting up in the bed, Reid looked at the small hand next to his and carefully traced her thin fingers where they gripped the sheet. Memories of those same fingers clutching onto his shoulders as her eyes beautifully widened with the shock of her body’s desire danced through his mind. Turning, Reid lifted one shoulder for inspection and smiled proudly at the half-moon marks she left behind. He would wear them with pride knowing he was the one that drove her to that heightened pleasure.
Ignoring his growing erection in his lap, Reid scrubbed at his face and disheveled hair with both hands. He wanted to take her again, to drink in her cries as he slid into her one more time. Groaning deeply, he forced himself to stand up and step away from the bed. Twisted, monstrous, and obsessed, all of the things she probably thought of them, he could easily own up to, cruel however was not one of them. Because if he took her now, Reid knew without a doubt, Zane would unleash his own control he was fighting and seek her out next. Turning he looked back down at the bed letting his hard gaze sweep over her innocent sleeping face to the tattooed arm around her waist. No, they couldn’t do that to her again, at least not so soon. Today she needed to rest.
He promised they would keep her safe and happy. Safe was easy, there wasn’t a force strong enough to get past him and Zane. Healthy—he had covered. Happiness…happiness would take some convincing.
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A warm heat traveled up the top of her thighs sending the first signal of awareness to Everly’s brain. Exhausted she ignored it, she was far too tired to even contemplate waking up. Chilled air crept over her stomach before being replaced by the same heat as before. What was going on? The question bounced around in her sleep-muddled mind.
Tiredly Everly opened her eyes. Sitting with one leg drawn up and the other half way folded beneath him, Zane stared back at her waiting. The devilish gleam in his eyes wasn’t lost on her as he purposely leaned forward placing another kiss on her bare stomach. A rush of that sinful heat pooled in her core at the gesture.
Scrambling up and back against the headboard, reality sunk in bringing all of last night’s memories along with it. Undeterred by her retreat, Zane stepped out of the bed standing tall in all of his muscular glory. The black brief shorts did nothing to hide the solid length of his arousal beneath the cotton material. Shocked but too entranced to turn away Everly sat immobilized against the headboard as he stretched his long body, displaying every groove and bulge of his muscular, toned body.
Catching her eye, he gave her wicked smile. A smile that sent waves of scorching fury throughout her body. How dare he?! Smiling at her after everything he did, after everything they did.
Opening her mouth, she was prepared to hurl every hateful indecent word she ever learned at his grinning face. Stepping closer to the bed, Zane leaned forward bracing e
ach hand on either side of her legs, his smile fading slightly as his bright gaze darkened with evident desire.
“No,” she squeaked shaking her head at his advance. The simmering anger inside of her cooling at once, at the sight of his predatory advancement. “No, Zane don’t…”
Her last word came out as a tiny yelp as he lowered himself fluidly to her bare stomach placing another gentle kiss. Again, the kiss to her small baby bump sent whorls of indecent desire through her core.
Taking advantage of her frozen shock, Zane leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek before straightening back up. “Get up, sweetheart, you need to eat and take your vitamins.” Walking to the door, he stopped and looked directly over his shoulder, “your clothes are in the closet.”
Walking out of the room he shut the door.
Everly began to shake all over as her anger burned bright at his gall. Never had the urge to scream and throw things ever been so strong. Just thinking of Zane’s arrogant smile made her sick, as if he had the right to smile at her, to touch her even after what he and his brother did to her last night. Memories of Zane’s harsh expression as he lifted her onto his body flashed in her mind.
Throwing the pillow next to her Everly let herself succumb to the tears.
Numbly, she cried into the mattress, her mind filled with self-pity and panic. Countless questions that essentially were all the same repeated themselves over and over. What was she going to do? Inhaling deeply into the crumpled sheets, Everly jerked in alarm. Pushing herself up she stared down at the offending fabric with narrowed puffy eyes. That clean piney smell was unmistakably Reid’s, this was his spot last night.
Getting up from the bed with a grunt of disgust, Everly marched into the bathroom and stripped off all of her clothes before stepping into the shower. She had to get clean, she had to wash away any trace of those monsters from her body. Grabbing the soap, Everly stepped into the hot spray, inadvertently her mind conjured the images of Zane gently cleaning her last night. Her hand gripped the loofah in a death grip. Her nipples were sore and swollen from their abuse, while the area between her thighs still hummed with a slight ache. Everly was sure if she inspected herself further she would find small bruises where each man held her as they pushed and pulled into her body. Turning off the water she leaned her head against the slick tile wall. The pain of last night was centered on her pride alone, at every turn they forced her body to rise and fall from peaks of ecstasy she had no clue that existed. It felt…there were no words to describe what they made her feel.
Stepping out of the shower Everly wrapped herself in a towel and walked over to one of the walk-in closets. Hanging neatly to the side were her clothes from her apartment. The pitiful wardrobe took up hardly any space in the mammoth multitiered closet. Finding her underwear in a drawer against the wall Everly quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a yellow sweater. Stuffing last night’s clothes into the built-in dirty clothes hamper she took a deep breath, fortifying herself as she stepped out the bathroom and opened the bedroom door.
Voices drifted from the kitchen down the hall. The deep tones were unmistakable, the rhythmic French conversation quieted as she turned the corner.
Stopping at the edge of the kitchen Everly squinted at the bright sunlight streaming in from the kitchen windows. In the same positions as yesterday, Reid stood casually dressed behind the island serving what looked to be pancakes from the skillet onto a plate. Zane was still shirtless wearing only a pair of jeans, he sat in the barstool next to hers giving her an expectant smile, waiting for her to sit down.
Balling her fists at her sides, she raised her chin and stared them down in defiance. “Take me home,” she commanded firmly.
Reid paused, holding the plate he was about to set down in her spot in midair for a moment before resuming. “That shoebox of an apartment wasn’t a home. This is your home now.” He was setting a tall glass of what appeared to be juice next to the plate just as she opened her mouth for rebuttal. “Besides,” his deep voice cut her off and his dark jeweled gaze caught hers in a warning gleam. “As of today, that apartment is being listed for lease.”
She felt as if she was going to be sick. Little by little her world was crumbling right before her eyes.
“Come sit down and eat,” Zane’s eyes softened, replacing his mischievous gleam with the gentle understanding look.
Everly stiffened in response, she remembered how he dragged her to him last night forcing her to ride against him as he used her body. She would be damned before she trusted him ever again. Clearly reading her thoughts, Zane let out a gruff sigh before turning away from her in his chair.
“Come, Everly,” Reid’s stern command brooked no room for objection, but she did anyway.
Grabbing the edge of her sweater with her clammy fist, Everly tried to stay motionless and not shift nervously on her feet in a stance of rebellion.
Folding his arms across his solid chest, Reid stood at his full height staring back at her head on. Challenge and a bit of amusement shined in his eyes as he spoke. “Everly my love, you will eat I promise you that,” he added darkly. “If that means I have to tie you up and slowly feed you every last bite I will.” By now his eyes positively glittered at the dark threat he issued. “And once we’re done, I can guarantee you I will have used up the last of my willpower that is keeping me from burying my head between those soft thighs of yours. I will lick and taste every…”
At some point, she had put her hand over her mouth during his threats, but she didn’t remember when. Unable to listen to any more of his lurid words Everly quickly sat down. Anything to make him stop.
“Good girl,” he handed her a fork.
Refusing to look up from her food, Everly took the fork and slowly began eating.
“I ordered you about three boxes worth of books, sweetheart,” Zane spoke up happily.” Everything you ever mentioned in our chats and all the ones you saved to your online pin boards. They should be…”
Trembling she could barely stomach the next bite, setting down her fork she stared heatedly at the edge of the counter. “How can you both just pretend?” Her voice shook with anger as she forced herself to hold back her tears. Sensing Reid come around the counter next to her, she tried to ignore his presence and press on. “How can you both pretend as if you didn’t ra…”
The callused grip on her chin yanked her head to the side as another hand buried itself into her long loose curls. Her surprised yelp echoed off the high vaulted ceiling as she was forced to face Reid’s furious face before he crashed his lips to hers.
Brutal and overwhelming, Reid laid claim to her mouth, forcing her to brace herself against the hard planes of his chest as his tongue delved inside. Expertly he moved his lips against hers forcing her to respond and engage with him. Squeezing her eyes shut at the onslaught, Everly could feel a tear slip down her cheek as her tongue hesitantly moved with his. A deep rumbling growl of satisfaction tore from his chest.
Letting her go, he left her panting as he pushed her back into the hard body behind her. Fearfully Everly looked up at Zane as he half caged her in his arms pressing her back into his bare chest.
Looking back up to Reid, Everly’s body tightened at the barely contained fury he was trying to control. Another large hand threading through her hair was her only warning as Zane fisted her curls gently and brought her head backward, forcing her to meet his upside down gaze.
“And are you going to pretend you didn’t respond beautifully in our arms last night?” Zane asked dangerously.
The question slapped at her pride. Struggling in his hold, Zane merely tightened his grip holding her firm before placing small kisses along her jaw.
“Because I have to say, sweetheart,” he kissed the arch of her exposed neck making her whimper. “You fucking milked me dry last night.”
Closing her eyes, Everly tried to rebuke, to block out his crass words. She didn’t want to hear this! They were the criminals, how her body responded had nothing to do
with what they did! Right? Doubt nagged in the corner of her mind.
Reid’s hands settled on her thighs just above each knee. She could hear both of their heavy breathing as they sandwiched her between them. Zane’s lips touched her softly, kissing her slowly without demand. Nibbling at her lips, he gently sought admittance. Reid’s hands moved up and down her legs heating her flesh through her jeans, unconsciously she opened her legs wider for him just as her lips opened for Zane. The kiss was odd in their position but no less potent as it was before, masterfully Zane guided her as his tongue danced with hers. Reid’s hands slipped under her sweater and cupped her hips searing his warmth into her flesh.
No, her mind screamed, logic reigniting under the dousing effects of their ministrations. Sensing her change each man disengaged and stepped back, leaving her breathless and angry, mostly at herself.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve, Everly looked away from the towering men. They were both breathing heavily, and she feared what it would invite if she made eye contact with them again at this moment.
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