Oh, boy…I’m in serious trouble.
She looked back toward the house where Stacy and her men were. No help there. The three of them were probably already in bed. Another bad direction. What was Wyatt doing to her?
She needed to focus and get him to see that her staying in town was no big deal. But first, she needed to diffuse the intense atmosphere around them.
“What about you? What are you doing?” She decided to try a different tactic. Making casual conversation might help to make her story more real.
“I was looking for you. Heard you were staying the weekend. Dinner is just about ready.”
“Oh…no. I’m sorry, I’m not staying—”
Wyatt raised his eyebrows in an authoritative sort of way. She was certain when he looked at a crook that way, they confessed…on their knees. She found it sexy and way too intimidating to fight.
“Are you lying to me?” he asked softly, but with such deeper meaning and control. She felt like a child being reprimanded for getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Yet her body’s reaction was completely different.
She shook her head.
He raised his eyebrows then gave her body the once-over again.
“You don’t want to lie to me or my brothers.”
His statement sent the chills through her body, but she didn’t respond. It was strange, and for some odd reason, she was turned on by his statement. The feeling came out of nowhere. It was unlike anything that she ever felt before. She wanted to challenge him. She wanted to give some sort of worldly woman retort, but none came to mind. Would he punish her for lying? Put her over his knee and slap her ass?
Fudge! Where the hell did that thought come from.
Her temperature rose, and her cheeks felt inflamed.
She took a step back.
Wyatt took a step forward.
She locked gazes with him, and before she could step away again, Wyatt was pulling her into his arms.
* * * *
Wyatt couldn’t take it. She looked so vulnerable and scared. He didn’t want to frighten her, yet he didn’t want to let her go to town. He and his brothers meant to protect her and keep her safe. With her body and sweetness, any man in town could seduce her. No fucking way were they taking a chance. This was the opportunity to get to know her and gain her trust. His brothers shared the story of her helping to deliver the calf and about her mom. He was trying his hardest to not be controlling, but it was difficult.
He held her in his arms. She was miniature compared to his own size, and the feel of her abundant breasts wedged up against his stomach increased his attraction and need to touch her. After hearing stories from Ben and Charlie about Anna and how wonderful of a person she was, Wyatt wanted to get to know her. He wanted her in every way, but still, he feared scaring her. How could he make her understand and believe that they meant her no harm but instead affection and protection?
She felt stiff and unsure in his arms. She kept her arms down by her sides as he pressed her to him. He noticed when he spoke firmly she caved in. He had the ability to get his way and to keep order and maintain the law. He never faked anything in his life. He wasn’t going to start now, and especially if Anna was their one. Perhaps their little Anna needed a firm hand combined with gentle persuasion. Ben and Charlie could be the sensitive and talkative men in this relationship. If there even was a relationship growing? They were trying, but patience was never one of his strong suits.
“Put your arms around me, Anna. I need to feel them on me,” he whispered, hoping his gut instinct was right.
The feel of her feminine hands slowly creeping around his waist increased the fire burning within him. He smirked but hid it from her.
He caressed her hips, then moved cautiously up her arms, over her shoulders, then took her face in his hands and tilted it up toward him. Her big, glossy, brown eyes stared up at him. He was done.
He imagined those big brown eyes looking up at him as he made love to her. Those luscious, plump lips sucking on his skin, his mouth, his cock.
He inhaled, trying to calm his breathing. This woman would break his control. There was only so long he would be able to wait to brand her his and his brothers’.
But he knew what a precious package he was dealing with, and it took pure mental control to not bend her over the car, pull her pants down, and fuck her into submission. She was not like other women. She was special.
Many different emotions and ideas went through his head. What should I say now? What will get Anna to open up to me?
She licked her lips, and all thoughts seized.
“I want to kiss you, Anna…can I kiss you?” he asked, as his breathing grew rapid again. This was new for him. When it came to women, he took what he wanted and what they were more than willing to give. With Anna, it was like taking baby steps, and every word, every move he made with her had to be strategic and honest. This was going to be forever. He knew it and felt it to his core.
She was silent as he began to lower himself to reach her lips.
“Please tell me yes, darling, then we’ll go inside and have some supper.”
Her eyes sparkled, and he felt her raspy breath but got no answer from her. Her silence was a yes, and right before he took her lips, she closed her eyes in anticipation and silent agreement to his request.
Thank the Lord.
Her mouth was warm and silky. Her taste and her own desire filled him as he devoured every inch of her mouth. What started out as slow and gentle soon turned into erotic and hot. He couldn’t get enough, and the feel of Anna’s hands touching him, caressing him, and battling for control of the kiss caused his cock to throb against the zipper of his pants.
Wyatt reached down to the hem of her shirt, wanting to feel more of her skin against his own. The moment he touched the bandage, he paused unconsciously, angry at the fact she had such intense injuries. Anna took that moment to pull away.
They were breathless but held one another’s gaze.
She covered her mouth with her hands. He saw the tears fill her eyes then her turn away from him. Her shoulders shook, and she held herself. He damned his reaction to the bandages.
“Anna. I’m sorry.” He reached for her, but she held her position. Her head was down, and then he heard her sobs.
* * * *
It had been a perfect kiss. One that made her insides coil, her toes curl within her sneakers, and her panties wet. It was ruined the moment Wyatt touched her bandages and tensed. He didn’t want to touch her. He didn’t really care. Her father, her past ruined everything, even this special moment between her and Wyatt.
She couldn’t control the deep sobs that racked her body. Then, suddenly, she heard him whisper, plead for her to look at him, but she feared what she would see. She gave so much in that kiss. She took a chance and allowed the sensations to run and be free. What did he really want with her?
Anna felt his arms around her, then the sensation of being lifted off the ground. She was in his arms an instant later.
“Anna, baby, look at me, please,” he asked, and when she gazed up, she was shocked at the sadness reflected in Wyatt’s eyes. I must be losing my mind. She figured as much as the embarrassment kicked in, and his strong arms felt too good to not continue to desire.
The smell of his cologne, the slight hint of cigar tobacco filled her senses. He was manly and sexy, and she needed him this close. Anna held on as Wyatt squatted to reach her bag then stood in a quick motion with little effort, despite the fact that he held her in his arms.
They walked across the yard. The sun was no longer in sight, just the imprints in the sky of its path upon setting.
“What’s wrong? Is she okay?”
She heard Charlie’s voice, then Ben’s, as Wyatt reached the doorway.
They must have exchanged some silent understanding or comments that she didn’t hear because they simply stepped out of the way as Wyatt entered the doorway with her in his arms.
She kept her face again
st his chest, not wanting the others to see her so helpless and so upset. “Just bring me to my room and leave me here, please,” she thought to herself as Wyatt placed her down on a bed.
The room was huge, and the bed just as big and covered with fluffy pillows. The suede comforter was gorgeous and masculine, just like Wyatt.
He sat next to her with one arm over her waist. Then he reached for her, she closed her eyes and felt him gently caress the tears away.
When she opened them, three sets of dark brown eyes looked back at her. They were filled with concern. The air was so thick it was practically suffocating her.
“Is this the guest room?” she asked, damning her voice for cracking.
“No. This is my room,” Wyatt stated.
She swallowed hard and tried to sit up.
“I thought you said that you had a guest room for me to use?”
“After you just tried to sneak off to town alone, I’m not taking any chances,” he replied.
“What?”
“She did what?” Ben, then Charlie, asked.
Their facial expressions warned her that they were upset, but she held her ground.
She sat up and planted her feet on the floor.
All three men loomed over her.
* * * *
Charlie was pissed, and as he absorbed the information that Anna tried to sneak off to town, he nearly lost it. There were men that were interested in Anna despite Wyatt’s public proclamation. He and his brothers weren’t taking the chance of losing her.
As she sat up, he absorbed the sight of her. Her hair was ruffled from lying down on Wyatt’s bed, and her blouse loosened, revealing some sort of lacy camisole beneath. It showed a lot more cleavage then he was certain Anna intended. He would make certain that she knew she couldn’t walk around flaunting her assets like that. At least not around anyone but them.
The thought of another man touching her or trying to make a move caused a crazy reaction inside of him.
He grabbed Anna by her hand and pulled her up to him. She squealed right before he covered her mouth in a deep kiss.
Charlie held both her hands behind her back then used his other hand to hold her head in place as he kissed her.
The feel of her tiny, delicate wrists fitting in one of his hands had his cock throbbing with the need to possess Anna.
He was relieved when she didn’t pull away, but instead, she moaned against his mouth.
The kiss lasted a long time, and when he finally released her lips, they were swollen and red.
“In every good, strong relationship, there has to be honesty. So we’re gonna be honest with you, Anna. My brothers and I want you,” Charlie announced as Ben moved in behind Anna, prepared to stop her if she tried to bolt. He was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t move. She stood in front of him with her lips full and her cheeks flushed.
“We are going to protect you, possess you body and soul and love, and provide for you, so there’s no use in fighting it.”
He pulled her back against his chest and began kissing her again before she could protest.
He nearly yelled a halleluiah when he felt her hands rub against his chest. Anna began kissing him back with just as much passion as his own.
* * * *
Anna didn’t know what came over her. One minute, she wanted to run for her life, and the next, she wanted to throw inhibition to the wind with a loud, “Fuck it!”
She blamed it on her age, her inexperience, the fresh air, anything else other than pure lust for the three brothers. They were hot. They wanted her, and damn it, she wanted them. She wanted all of what they offered.
Then her mind, and perhaps her fear of trusting again, took over. She clenched her eyes tighter in an attempt to will the images away.
The feel of muscle beneath her fingertips scared her, and as Ben closed in behind her, the flashbacks began. She opened her eyes. She knew it was Charlie and Ben, but then her heart began to race with uncertainty. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the feel of their hands and the fact that it was Ben and Charlie touching her, but the images wouldn’t stop.
The men from New York penetrated her mind. She fought for control but lost the battle as she swore she smelled the cologne that the other men wore.
She felt herself begin to shake, and the tears started.
Charlie paused, then she felt Ben stop, but she wouldn’t open her eyes. How could she face them and admit she was so scared and weak. They would surely think she was an immature child instead of the type of woman they needed and were used to. She was certain as she clenched her eyes and tried to stop the shaking.
* * * *
“Anna, baby, what’s wrong?” Wyatt heard Charlie ask, but his attention was on Anna. She was shaking, the tears were flowing, and instantly, he knew they had pushed her too far too soon. Or maybe she was in pain.
“You shouldn’t have pulled her so hard,” Ben stated from behind Anna.
“I didn’t pull her hard. Anna, did I hurt you?” Charlie whispered as he caressed the tears away from her cheek.
“Move away from her now,” Wyatt stated, loud enough that he noticed Anna jump at his voice, then hug herself.
He slowly walked toward her but not before locking gazes with his brothers. Both looked shocked and worried that they had actually done something to hurt Anna.
Wyatt gently pulled Anna into an embrace.
“What is it, Anna? Did they hurt you?” he asked.
“Hurt her! We didn’t hurt her!” Ben exclaimed, and both he and Charlie began arguing.
“Stop it!” Anna exclaimed, instantly causing the men to shut their mouths and look at her and Wyatt.
Anna looked shy and embarrassed as she tilted her head up toward Wyatt and nibbled her bottom lip. Damn, he loved when she did that, even though it usually meant she felt nervous.
“They…they didn’t hurt me, Wyatt,” she whispered, and the silky sound of her voice had his cock throbbing against his fly. He had to maintain his composure. He wouldn’t hurt Anna. He wouldn’t push her to be intimate if she wasn’t ready yet.
“Then what is it, doll? Talk to us so we can help you,” he replied as he placed one hand on her waist while he wiped the tears away from her cheeks with his other hand.
He smiled softly, and she blushed before she looked down toward the floor. Yeah…she wanted them as much as they wanted her, but something stood in the way. Was it the ménage relationship and being with three men? It would kill him inside if she couldn’t handle it and wasn’t interested. Or, perhaps it was the idea of having sex with three men when she was used to one. Bad thought! The idea of her with another man got his blood boiling. He tightened his jaw, and Anna flinched. He hadn’t even seen her staring at him.
“Don’t be angry with me. It wasn’t them or you. It’s me,” she blurted out as the tears began to fall again.
“I’m not angry with you, darling. I want to know how I can take that scared look off your face and make you smile. I love to see you smile,” he stated.
“What did we do, Anna? Whatever scared you, please tell us so we don’t do it again,” Ben added from the side of them.
Wyatt watched as Anna looked toward Ben and Charlie.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just that…I felt…I felt trapped.”
“Trapped!” both Charlie and Ben asked, and Wyatt felt his own gut clench. This wasn’t going to work. Fuck!
Chapter 9
“Please, don’t be angry with me. I was…I was enjoying the kisses and the feel of your hands on me…” Anna blushed.
Wyatt tilted her chin up toward him.
“What then?”
“It’s not fair. It’s just not fair that I can’t get the thoughts out of my head.”
“What thoughts?” Wyatt asked as he glanced toward Ben and Charlie.
“The night the men broke into the apartment. The way they touched me, and what they wanted to do to me—”
“We made you feel that way?�
�� Charlie asked in a loud voice. It was obvious he was insulted and upset at her statement.
“No…no, Charlie,” Anna immediately exclaimed, placing a hand on his arm.
Wyatt still held her close, and now Ben moved in behind her again. She felt him place a hand on her shoulder, and the tears filled her eyes.
He pulled away.
Wyatt saw his response to her tears. His brothers were afraid that she was scared of them even though she just said she wasn’t.
“It’s me, not you, guys,” Anna added, straining her neck to look at each of them. They surrounded her again. It was no use. They couldn’t stop getting close to her.
“Explain, Anna, so we can help you,” Wyatt offered.
“I know you wouldn’t hurt me. I want to believe everything you’re telling me. I want to give this relationship a try, really, I do.”
“But?” Charlie asked, taking her hand into his own.
“I couldn’t help it. You’re all so big and so intimidating. You’re probably used to more mature and experienced women, and I’m not used to getting any attention, never mind three gorgeous, sexy men. I don’t know why the thoughts entered my head, you’re not like those men, and I know it was a scary experience, so I probably just need time to get over it. I’m weak…that’s what it is,” Anna rambled on and on, then began to cry again.
“You think we’re gorgeous and sexy?” Ben whispered against her ear.
She snorted and giggled. Leave it to Ben to think that was the most important information in Anna’s statement.
Wyatt knew she was scared and uncertain. He could deal with that, but what he couldn’t deal with was if she wasn’t attracted to them.
“Ahh, baby, you’re not weak. On the contrary to all the crazy feelings you have inside, you’re quite special and stronger than any woman we’ve ever known,” Wyatt told her, then pulled her close and kissed her forehead.
“You’re also the sexiest woman we ever laid eyes on. Now, I don’t know what type of men you’ve been with, honey, but apparently, they didn’t know shit about how to treat a woman. Your pleasure and your happiness is our number one priority,” Charlie added, then lifted her hand to his lips before kissing it.
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