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by Knight, Natalie

  We look at him and then we look at each other. I have no idea who this guy is. I have no idea what the fuck he’s even talking about.

  And frankly, I don’t care.

  But Ian does.

  “What the fuck, man? You better speak up quick before the police get here.”

  The guy looks at us, bitterness etched on his face, “Your father was fucking my mother. And he deliberately left her out of his fucking will.

  “I damn near made it as a Belcourt brother!” The guy is practically going mental. “You motherfuckers think you’re so hot. You’re nothing! And I’ll find a way to get my portion of that billion-dollar fortune. It was supposed to go to me!”

  I look at him for a long moment and realize what he’s saying. This must be that guy Simon.

  I knew my father had some kind of mistress, but I had no idea her son was such a wild, raving lunatic.

  The pieces are all clicking into place in my mind, and yet I still have no idea how Meg is involved.

  He’s ranting and raving as the security team comes and finds us. They look at him, and they look at us. They know better than to ask any questions.

  I hand over the gun, and they haul him off, dragging him across the grass.

  And then all four of us go to attend Meg. She’s clutching onto Matt for dear life, and I can only imagine how afraid she must be.

  If we had been here a second too late, it might’ve been all over for her.

  I check her over for any other wounds.

  “Baby, are you hurt? Did he hurt you in any way? Did he...” My voice trails off because I can’t even say the word.

  Rape.

  Thinking of that sleazeball hurting her in that way makes me fucking furious like nothing ever has.

  She’s quick to say, “No. No, he didn’t get away with it. He was close, but you guys came in time.”

  I sigh with relief. Had that happened, I’m not sure how I would’ve handled it. I might have to break into the jail and kill the guy myself.

  Thank God he didn’t touch her, save for a few scratches. But the fact that he came so close makes me realize how quickly my life could have virtually ended. If something happened to Meg…if she disappeared or died or anything else, I’m not sure I’d ever get past it.

  And it takes this moment of absolute horror for me to realize that I love the girl.

  I’m in love.

  There’s no use denying it now. All I want is to wrap her up and take her to safety. I want to envelop her in my arms and make her feel like everything is going to be okay.

  I pick her up in my arms and start walking back to the house.

  She looks into my eyes. “Evan…”

  I look down at her, and our eyes lock for a second. Both of us know what this means. Both of us are feeling the same thing.

  I don’t need to explain the feeling.

  It’s love. Nothing more. Nothing less.

  She knows that I love her. Our connection is as strong as ever. It’s made stronger even by the fact that I almost lost her.

  It was too close of a call, and I vow to myself to get bodyguards on Meg. Her life is about to change, because I’m going to make sure she’s safe forever.

  “Baby, let’s get you back to the house and into a warm bath. You’ll feel better after that.”

  My brothers follow me towards the mansion. We walk along the outskirts of the property, hidden by the dark shadows of many trees. We’re careful to take Meg through a side entry.

  It would do no good to have the party abruptly ended by this. If that happened, the gossip columns would go crazy, and we’d make Page Six for sure. I don’t need any word of this getting out.

  As far as I’m concerned, Meg is my little secret, and I want to keep her that way. I want to keep her safely in the confines of my arms and of my house.

  From this day forth, I’ll do everything I can to protect her and make sure this kind of situation never happens again.

  She’s light as a feather in my arms. Her dress is tattered into a million pieces. There are bruises on her arms and back. Blood spills from superficial scratches.

  I take her to my wing of the house, where we proceed to undress her and to look over her body for any other damage.

  “I swear to God, if he hurt you, Meg, I’ll kill him. I swear he’ll be dead by morning.”

  She lays her head against my chest and whispers, “He didn’t. You came in time.”

  My brothers and I surround Meg and draw a warm bath for her. I lift her up and sink her body into the water, and she gratefully submits.

  She looks up at us and says, “You guys, I…I have something to tell you.”

  Chapter 40

  Meg

  Evan’s washing my back with body soap.

  The warm water soothes my aching muscles.

  Ian’s shampooing my hair.

  Matt gently soaks down my legs and feet, which are covered in bruises.

  And Paul caresses my breasts with a sudsy loofah.

  My four guys are here tending to my every wound...my four rescuers.

  I never thought I’d need a knight in shining armor until tonight. Tonight I looked death squarely in the eyes, and I was not afraid. My only regret was not getting to live out all the days of my life with the guys that I love.

  I thought for a moment that happiness would evade me, but I was wrong. Fate had other plans than my untimely demise, and I can hardly believe this moment is real.

  The tub and the men make me feel warm and safe.

  And yet I’ve just said that I have something important to tell them, but they haven’t wanted to hear it. Instead, they’ve gone about taking care of me first, making sure I’m alright.

  The four of them tenderly wash me down, and I watch the water turn pink with the color of blood from my scrapes.

  Simon dragged me across the yard to a secluded place away from the party. I put up quite a fight, and I have the bruises to prove it.

  With satisfaction, I think of his crazed and twisted face as the cops took him away. He deserves everything he gets. And I finally have my escape from him, even if it did come at a close call.

  I wasn’t gonna let him kill me just like that. I’m not some weakling that he can take advantage of. Even though I almost died because of him, at least I fought back.

  He was inches and seconds away from raping me, but luckily these four gallant men arrived just in time. I was so sure that it was over.

  The shock of it is still keeping my body on high alert. I feel as if my senses are in overdrive. Everything seems hyper-real.

  I can hardly believe I made it to safety and that I’m sitting in a warm soaker tub right now.

  Letting myself go feels so good. And so does the feel of muscular hands taking care of me.

  Inside, I know that I have a horrible truth to tell. The moment is finally here—I will lay all my cards out on the table and admit my wrongdoing.

  I’m not sure how they’ll take it. They’ll likely give me the cold shoulder and cut me out of their lives. It’s a risk I’m willing to take to relieve myself of the burden that has come with carrying Simon’s secrets.

  Yes, I’ve been an accomplice, but not by choice. They should forgive me, right? They have to forgive me, or I fear my heart will burst in pain.

  For all I know, these could be my last moments with the guys. I might be kicked out tonight. I doubt they’ll ever want to see me again when they learn what I’ve done to them.

  Yes, I greatly underestimated Simon. And thank god he’s gonna get his due. I imagine he’ll spend some time in jail for sure.

  But none of that erases the fact that I’ve been betraying my men all for the sake of money—for the sake of appeasing Simon. Granted, it was Simon who made me do it, but still.

  I’m wishing I’d told them earlier about my precarious position with Simon. I’m wishing I’d made things right before it became too late and my hand is forced. Now I look guiltier than ever.

  They rinse
me off, and Matt offers his hand to help me out of the bath. I stand naked before them, vulnerable.

  They towel me off, but they making no move to cover my naked body.

  Ian drenches my sore muscles with oil and starts massaging my back. Evan combs my hair carefully, and it’s cute how he’s awkward with a brush.

  Once they’re satisfied that I’m clean and taken care of, they hoist me up onto Evan’s massive California king.

  In the middle of the bed, I snuggle up with the blanket and think of my descent. With the guys around me, expectant looks on their faces, I know it’s time to reveal all.

  It’s now or never.

  Paul brings over a bottle of scotch. I need a drink like never before.

  He pours me some, and I take it down in one gulp. Then I offer the glass back to him in a gesture for more.

  He pours me another drink, and I sip on it.

  “Take it from the top,” Evan says.

  This is it. This is my moment of reckoning.

  There’s no more running. There’s no more hiding. It’s time to face the truth that I’ve been trying to hide for so very long.

  I look into each of their handsome faces one final time, savoring the moment of these men adoring me. I know it’s the last moment they will.

  With a deep breath, I say, “It all started like this. Simon was my boyfriend. I’ve been in a relationship with him since college. He’s the only guy I’ve ever been with...before you guys came along. And he’s also Joan’s son. As I understand it, she was your father’s girlfriend or mistress or whatever you want to call it.”

  I can hardly meet their eyes as I continue. There’s a hushed silence in the room as they take in what I’m saying.

  “Simon has been furious with your family for leaving him out of the will. He and Joan are all about the money. They’ve been vying for your father’s fortune ever since the day she met him. The thing is...he never married her. And thank god for it. She would’ve taken everything. But as it is, Simon sent me here on a mission. I came undercover as a maid, and I was supposed to dig up dirt on your father or to somehow get my hands on the will.”

  Now I stop, not for dramatic effect but because I’m starting to feel choked up. I can barely go on.

  This is the last thing I want to do. Describing my betrayal is more painful than I could’ve imagined.

  Ian looks at me sternly and says, “Go on.”

  Fuck. It doesn’t look good for me.

  I take a sip of scotch and say, “Okay, well, I came here under false pretenses. But then I met you guys, and you all were so great to me. I swear I haven’t been faking anything. What I feel for each of you is so intense that it’s been consuming me from day one. The thing is, I had Simon on my back. I found the will and I took a picture of it, but I promise you that I destroyed it and never sent it to him. Simon recently cut off contact with me, and I figured that was the end of it. I thought maybe at last I was free. That is, until tonight.”

  My hands are trembling around the glass of scotch. I take another sip, hoping it can do something for my nerves.

  “Anyway, I refused to do his dirty work any longer. He came to the party, pulled me aside, and threatened to rape and kill me. I really thought that was it,” I say, my eyes brimming with tears.

  To my total shock, the guys embrace me. They hold me tightly and whisper soothing words into my ear.

  “It’s okay, baby,” Ian says.

  “We don’t think less of you,” Matt says, rubbing my back.

  I look up at Paul, and he pours me some more scotch. “The thing is, Meg, you didn’t betray us in the end. You did the right thing.”

  What? Are they seriously forgiving me right now when I can’t even forgive myself?

  Their reactions catch me off guard, and I suddenly feel shy, undeserving of their praise.

  “How can you forgive me just like that?” I say, feeling bewildered.

  Evan holds me tight. “Because, Meg, you’re ours. We never doubted you for a second. You don’t have a harmful bone in your body. That’s been obvious to us since the beginning.”

  With that, I’m swept off my feet both emotionally and literally. They take me in their arms and start to consume me.

  The shock I’ve just been through melts into happiness as my deepest and darkest desires are coming true. All the guys began to take me at once, and I realize for the first time that it’s okay for me to love them all.

  And that’s the truth. I do love each one of them equally, but in vastly different ways.

  I sink back down onto the soft pillows and let them devour me.

  Chapter 41

  Matt

  She looks so fucking fragile, as if one of us can snap her in two with the flick of our fucking fingers.

  Those huge smoldering eyes of hers are flooded with emotion. Guilt is there too, etched in them. And something else—something I can’t put my finger on.

  Instead of feeling anger toward her, I’m furious at this fucking prick of an ex-boyfriend. He’s such a fuckhead I can’t even recall his name.

  I’m like that. Introduce me to some loser and I won’t take in a damn thing about the person.

  I know I don’t need to retain anything about the ex. That’s why he’s called the fucking ex-boyfriend.

  How someone as fragile, exotic, and beautiful as Meg ends up with a loser like what’s-his-fucking-face is beyond me. But then, of course, it makes sense. She’s vulnerable.

  Like any of us, she wants to be loved.

  I sigh.

  How can I, how can we, show her how much we care for her? Laying there in the black sheets, with her skin so white, I know exactly what I want to do to her. I want to fuck her.

  With a wink at Ian, I get his attention. No need to have a fucking conference about it.

  “How about it,” I murmur, not taking my eyes off Meg.

  If the others weren’t in the same room, I’d be on her already. My mouth would smother her in kisses before fulfilling her every fucking need.

  Ian’s blue eyes fixate on me. He’s got an intensity that would unnerve anyone opposing him. No wonder he’s such a fucking successful lawyer.

  I mean, if he weren’t my brother and I knew him from way back, I’d be scared.

  For a moment, I’m taken back to our childhood days. I used to play all kinds of pranks on Ian.

  “You thinking what I’m thinking?” he asks, and I smile.

  “If you’re thinking about fucking Meg, then heck yeah. If you’re thinking about one of your fucking cases, then no.”

  As one, we catch the eyes of the other two.

  “How about it, Meg?”

  Meg barely lifts her head. I can see her tear-stained cheeks, and I want to just kiss those away.

  Surely a good fuck would help her get over this ordeal faster than any other kind of therapy. I mean, sure, we can ring for a shrink now, get her the best fucking medical treatment money can buy, but that won’t fucking fix her.

  “I...” Meg starts and stops again.

  The shock is still sitting deep with her.

  I take a step toward her and open up the zip of my pants. Instantly, my massive cock is exposed.

  “Care to help me with this?”

  The second her eyes feast on my manhood, she’s already brighter. She pushes herself up on her elbows, and the corner of her lips curl up ever so slightly.

  It’s not quite a smile, but it’s getting there.

  “Don’t forget we’re all here and may need help,” chimes in Ian, and he drops his pants between his ankles.

  My other two brothers are quick to join in.

  “I…” She’s still not able to form a proper sentence. I put it down to the shock of it all and not to her being an unwilling participant.

  I mean, she confessed what she was here for and thought we were going to send her away. In a way, I don’t blame her for thinking along those lines. I mean, she’s partly right to worry.

  If it weren’t for the f
ucking good we see in her, we would send her fucking packing. As it is, she’s a fucking star—a pure, unadulterated star—and I refuse to see her as anything less.

  “I suggest though we take appropriate measures to make sure our prize doesn’t get away.”

  Ian turns toward me, and I nod toward the massive, dark oak chest of drawers. He comes back with some ties.

  Before Meg even knows what’s happening, we’ve tied her spread-eagled onto the bed. Each hand has a silk tie around the wrist, which connects it to the corner bedpost. Her legs are bound the same way.

  When she realizes her predicament, Meg tests the boundaries and writhes from side to side. It’s fucking sexy the way her white curves glide over the black sheets. It takes every ounce of self-control not to fucking jump her bones right now.

  “Relax, babe,” Matt coos. “You’ll be looked after.”

  He turns to us. “Rocks, paper, scissors to work out who gets her pussy first.

  I shake my head. “Fuck no,” I grumble. “I thought of it, I get to fuck her first. You work out who gets the blowjob.”

  There’s a feeble noise from the bed, and we all stare at Meg.

  “I could try and...” she trails off.

  Her mouth is open just a tiny bit, and I see the tip of her tongue.

  “You guys take turns on the face, I get the pussy first.”

  Without another word, I approach Meg’s naked body. There really are an awful amount of bruises on her.

  The fuckwit really had tried to make a mess of our Meg.

  For the first time I’m thinking about her in terms of ours. It sounds fucking awesome.

  “Now then, my fucking little vixen,” I tease her.

  My index finger trails along the inside of her thigh, pausing at and circling around each bruise. She flinches a little, but her eyes speak volumes.

  My cock’s so fucking hard it demands I enter her without any further foreplay. But where would the fun be in that?

  By the time my finger reaches her pussy, I can see her juices flow already. Tiny moans come from her battered lips, and I see my brothers head for her head.

  Since she can’t use her hands to hold any of their cocks, they’ll have to help her as best as they can.