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I open my eyes to see the morning sun peeking through my shades. Fully aware I only slept three hours, I force myself to get out of bed. I can’t sleep in. I need to see her. I know she’ll have questions, and I want to be the one to answer them. I throw on a pair of gray sweatpants and make my way out to the kitchen. When I reach the end of the hallway, I find Harper wide awake, as suspected, rummaging around the kitchen. I’m sure she hardly slept, if at all. I know I wouldn’t have if I were her.
She’s wearing only an oversized t-shirt, barely reaching past the curve of her deliciously thick ass. Good to know she isn’t overly shy about her body. I ensured her room had plenty of those and several sleep sets before we brought her here, not knowing what she preferred to sleep in. I just didn’t count on her being so tall.
I stand at the end of the hallway for a few minutes, just watching. I know she hasn’t spotted me yet, and I can’t seem to make my feet move. She. Is. Captivating.
Harper opens a cupboard next to the stove and seems to find what she’s looking for. As she reaches up to grab the coffee grounds, I notice the bottom of her ass poking out from underneath her shirt. Fuck. Me.
Once she manages to figure out the coffee machine, she walks around the kitchen island and sits on one of the stools.
Here goes nothing. I clear my throat and move towards her, “Good morning. Couldn’t sleep.”
Her sleepy eyes meet mine but widen once she notices I don’t have a shirt on. She eyes my chest briefly before forcing them back up to my face. “No. Can you blame me?”
“Honestly, I’m a little surprised you’re still here.”
“Trust me, I thought about it. But then I thought… why?” She shrugs her shoulders. “You guys didn’t lock me in my room like some princess in a tower; for some reason, I feel safe here.”
Safe. That one word brings a smile to my face. It isn’t very often that we get to make people feel safe, me especially. “I’m glad you feel safe here.”
“Hmmm.” Her soft smile knocks me square in the chest. “Something tells me you aren’t as bad as you make yourself out to be.”
Oh, how wrong you are, Princess.
Before I can stop myself, I’m behind her, leaning down with my mouth an inch away from her ear. “Let’s get a few things straight.” I hear her take a deep breath. “One. You are most definitely a princess. Two. We are not good men. We won’t hesitate to kill anyone who tries to get what’s ours.” I stand up straight, walk around the island, pull out two mugs, and fill them with coffee. I hand her a cup and she finally lets go of the breath she’s been holding in.
Without looking up from her cup she says so softly I hardly hear her, “What’s the third thing?”
Reaching across the counter, I cup her chin in my hand, forcing her eyes to meet mine, “You, Princess, are ours.”
With that, I walk back towards my room to prepare for what I’m sure will be the longest day of my life.
6
Harper
What just happened? Did he just say that to me? I must have been entranced by that deliciously tattooed chest or how his breath felt against my neck because there’s no way I heard him correctly.
Princess.
Ours.
It’s been ten minutes, and I haven’t moved an inch, let alone drank my now lukewarm coffee, yet somehow I’m sweating. How am I theirs? I don’t even know them, but they seem to know me.
The wetness between my legs tells me I want to be theirs… or maybe just Mac’s. Nope. Definitely theirs. I felt it last night in the bookstore, then again in the elevator, and when we sat in the living room while they told me how my entire life was a sham.
Why do I find the three of them so irresistible? No. Nope. Not happening, Harper. Get a grip.
I need to find out more about my family. My real family. I need to know who Declan is sending for me. These men can help me. The sooner this is taken care of, the sooner I can return to my life.
My life includes a bookstore that is a front for the Irish mafia.
My life has no one in it but myself.
My life is nothing but disappointment and loneliness. I spend my days reading and imagining a life I can never have. Is the life I thought I had worth going back to?
* * *
When I finally snap out of it and finish my much-needed, albeit cold, cup of coffee, I spin around on my stool and look at the apartment around me. Every single thing in here screams men.
