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“No. I needed that kiss. My lips will heal. I promise to be honest with you all from now on.”
“Us, too,” Ricky stated.
“Now, what are we going to do about that Mano character?” Murphy asked. Waylon had forgotten about him for a moment.
“Kill the fucker,” Brody stated very seriously and they all laughed.
Amelia turned to her left to look at Brody. “Thanks for that.”
Brody smiled then ran the palm of his hand up her belly, under the camisole to her breast. He cupped the mound and she parted her lips. “You’re our woman. We’ll protect you.” He leaned down to kiss her lips.
Waylon felt the concern remain inside of him. Something told him that this situation was far from over. A bit more information and some phone calls to their friends might be needed.
“We’ll need some information on him. We’ve got friends that can help,” Waylon whispered.
“Could we talk about it later? My head is throbbing and I feel very tired,” Amelia said.
“Sure thing, sweetheart. You can sleep in tomorrow,” Waylon told her.
“I probably won’t have a job by Monday morning,” Amelia stated.
“Why not?” Murphy asked.
“Because Tucker is my boss’s son.”
“Toby knows his son is a jerk. When the cops prove that he was high or whatever and the charges stick, Toby will do the right thing,” Ricky said with confidence.
“I sure hope so, or I’m going to have to look for a job and move back in with Regan. That will totally cramp the girl’s love life.”
“Could we not talk about our sister’s love life please?” Murphy replied.
“The only other place you would move in would be our place. We’ll work it out. You get some rest,” Brody told her and she smiled then snuggled closer into the pillow. She held Brody’s hand against her breast and then leaned into Waylon. Waylon looked at Murphy and Ricky and smiled then winked.
They would work it all out. Protecting Amelia was their top priority now, and no one was going to try and tear them apart. No one.
Chapter 12
Amelia awoke with a start. She absorbed the smell of men’s cologne and the feel of warmth cocooning her. She tried to adjust her eyes to the dim light of the room as she lifted her head and cringed just a little.
Brody was holding her from behind. His large hand covered her breast. Waylon was right next to her on her other side. His expression seemed angry, even in sleep. She searched for Murphy and Ricky, and didn’t find them. Perhaps they went to go sleep on the couch. It was early morning. A glance by the table and her clock read 4:45 a.m.
Suddenly the hand that cupped her breast moved, and Brody gave it a squeeze. She smiled to herself as she turned slightly to look at him over her shoulder, but couldn’t see if he had his eyes open.
She loved them all so much. Last night was scary, but ended with good stuff. Sharing her fears with them was necessary. Now it was time to move on. She would deal with the Tucker incident on Monday.
She placed her hand over Brody’s and moved it lower. At first, he resisted, probably thinking that she wanted it away from her breast. No way. I would never push away their touch, their masculinity, and show of affection. I crave it now. I want to feel them everywhere, especially inside of me.
She pushed it over her belly then down between her legs. He cupped her pussy over the material of the skirt. As she started to roll to her back, to give him better access to her body, he moved his hand down and under the material.
His fingers maneuvered under her panties. She moved her hand down over his and spread her thighs wider. As she followed the motions his fingers took, she moaned. She was touching herself, with Brody. It was erotic and made her wa
nt him inside of her.
Another hand moved along her camisole. Waylon.
He kissed her shoulder, leaned up on his elbow, then looked down to where his brother stroked her pussy.
“You want us?”
