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“You scared the hell out us,” Sam whispered. She felt the pinch of guilt. It was so weird, and she had been desperate to get away from Kenneth, Bender, and even Tazer and Parker because she felt like trash. She was scarred. Scarred for life because of Blade, and to think that he and Skip may still want her and could come here looking had her shivering. It reminded her about why she pushed these men away and why she insisted that Max assign Tazer and his brothers instead.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Sam caressed her hair from her cheeks and wiped her tears. She felt his fingers tilt her chin upward and she blinked open her eyes.
When she locked her eyes on his dark blue ones, she felt that instant attraction she had been fighting forever. He stared down into her eyes and it was like he could see to her soul. Another tear fell.
“You need to know something right now. We care about you, Shelby. We want you to be our woman, and we know you want us, too.”
“Sam.” She said his name and lowered her head. She couldn’t be with them. Not with these scars on her breasts and on her mound. How could they want her, want to look at those scars as they made love? How?
“Shelby Ann, you’re not listening to me, and that is unacceptable because I’m yours and you’re mine. I know you’re scared. Hell, baby, you’ve been running from us, denying your feelings for over a year. A Goddamn year, Shelby Ann. We sat there and we wondered why? What could possibly make you not want to explore this attraction we all feel? Then you said things. Things that hinted to a man hurting you and we find out about this guy from your past and about what they tried to do to you and it fucking angers us.”
She widened her eyes and tried pulling back, but he held firm and Kenneth pressed closer against her back. He was lying behind her and Bender was right there, too, caressing her calf.
“No, you listen to what he’s saying. To what we want from you, from a relationship,” Bender told her. She glanced at him. A detective in the police department, a man with such a charismatic, strong, powerful personality that out her on edge. He was filled with muscles that she could make out in that tight navy blue T-shirt he wore and the dark jeans. It didn’t even scare her that he wore his holster and gun. It aroused her, made her see him as sexy, capable, desirable. But would he find her desirable with the scars? Her soft expression went hard again and she looked away. Kenneth gripped her shoulder and rolled her to her back. He half straddled her body and she gasped as he cupped her cheeks and his eyes roamed over her breasts. The blouse she wore came undone and she was showing a lot of cleavage. She should feel sexy. She wanted to feel sexy, beautiful, and perfect for them. But the scars.
Her heart sank, but Kenneth, being the oldest, was obviously losing his patience with her because he encased her with his body, cupped her cheeks, and spoke his mind firmly.
“I know you feel it. I can feel your heart racing, your breasts are full, and your nipples hard against my chest, baby. I can see it in your eyes, the desire and the need to resist. Give it up. Stop fighting us. All we want to do is protect you and maybe if you’ll let us, even love you.”
She was shocked as the tears filled her eyes, but then Kenneth kissed her. He kissed her with so much desire she felt herself loosening in his hold, weakening in her need to fight, and that kiss grew into passion.
* * * *
Kenneth was done talking. He was finished trying to be patient as his brother explained their desire to make her all theirs. He knew she was scared and knew she wanted to resist because of her past and whatever it was those men did to her.
He lifted his body higher as he continued to kiss her deeply. When he felt her hands caress against his sides, he knew she was slowly losing the fight to resist the attraction. He explored her body with his hands, felt her tighten up when he cupped her breast, but he just kept kissing her, infusing his love, his compassion, and desire into her the best he could. He released her mouth to breathe and trailed kisses along her neck and her shoulder. “You taste so good, and feel incredible,” he told her and trailed his mouth lower. She grabbed onto his head as his lips descended lower to her breas
t. She held him close.
“Kenneth.” She exhaled his name, sounding sexy and breathless.
He tilted his head up toward her. “You want more. You want to let go with us and we will catch you,” he said to her.
She parted her lips to speak and he could see the turmoil in her eyes still and something held her back even now, even after such a passionate kiss.
“They hurt you. We know they did, but none of that matters now. You’re here with the three of us and when you say stop, when you really want us to stop we will,” Sam told her as he leaned closer. The moment she nodded her head and Sam kissed her lips, Kenneth continued in exploration. He licked her skin, inhaled her perfume as he closed his eyes, and relished in finally being closer to her than ever before. She was sexy, a lot smaller than them, and he reminded himself to not place all his weight on her. She was feminine and needed protection in every aspect of the word. She wasn’t fragile, though. He never would look at Shelby and think fragile. He sat up and Bender moved to her other side. So when Sam released her lips, Bender was there to tilt her head toward him and kiss her as well.
Kenneth was between her legs, staring down at her body. The black business skirt was nearly to her waist. Her sexy thighs were toned and felt so good against his palms as he caressed up and down her thighs while Bender kissed her and Sam caressed her breast. As Kenneth gripped her hips, felt her hip bones beneath his palms, the reality of her femininity hit him. She did need protection. From danger, from other men, from those men that could be coming to finish whatever it was they started with her two years ago.
He knew that her and her sister had no one to love them and care for them or protect them. Knowing Caroline’s story, he feared that Shelby’s might be worse. Tazer and Max had been upfront with them. Three men hurt her, scared her, but there was more to it. Shelby didn’t reveal everything. But as he glided his thumbs along her groin, she tightened up and pulled from Bender’s kiss.
“Kenneth.” She said his name and looked at him as she grabbed his hands and covered them. He held her gaze and his expression must have shocked her or made her see the desire, the care he had for her as she didn’t say another word. Her blue eyes sparkled and filled with tears that didn’t fall. Her lips were full, swollen from his brothers’ kisses. Her chest lifted and fell in a not-so-normal pace, giving away the fact that she felt as aroused and turned on as they did. Her blouse was parted, revealing her silky white lace bra that barely held two full breasts that would surely be more than a handful. He let his tongue peek out and licked his lower lip as his cock grew harder and her eyes widened, feeling it. His brothers brought her hands to their lips and kissed her knuckles, making her look at each of them. When his eyes zeroed in on her panties, barely there black lace, he knew they were going to make her their woman tonight.
“Don’t be scared of us.”
“I’m not,” she said rather quickly.
“You want us, too, then? You want to stop resisting and fighting this attraction we feel?” Bender asked her. Her whole face changed. She looked as if she were fighting back tears of emotion as her lips scrunched up and her eyes squinted. More tears fell.
“I want to so badly. I really, really do but—”
“No buts, Shelby. Tell us what is holding you back. Tell us right now,” he said to her firmly.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Did they tell you about Skip and Blade? About Mickie watching and how they were going to…rape me?”
