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“We won’t lie to you, Lennon,” Jordan tries to soften the blow I just dealt.
Lennon starts blinking as she looks between us like she’s trying to process what I’ve said. Her words are slow and measured, “You knew who I was. And you didn’t say anything?”
I step closer to our woman, so close our bodies are almost touching. My hands are itching to reach out for her, but I know it’ll only push her away right now. That doesn’t mean I can resist being as close as possible to her.
I need it.
And I think she does too, whether she wants to admit it or not. It’s going to take some time.
We’ve known she’s ours for a long fucking time. We’ve had the time to come to terms with it.
She hasn’t had the same luxury, but, damn, that doesn’t make me want to touch her any less. The feeling of need coursing through me almost takes me to my knees, but I stand strong. Because it’s what she needs. It’s what my brothers need.
“You would have run away from us if we had told you,” I shrug one shoulder and look into her beautiful brown eyes so she can see the truth in my words.
The way she bites her lip and looks up at me has memories of our night together flashing through my mind. Her body on display for us. The way her wet pussy felt as it squeezed my cock and begged for every bit of my cum.
My brother’s cum.
I reach up and allow my fingertips to barely touch her hair. The temptation is almost too much, but I force myself to let my arm drop to my side.
“You’re damn right I would have run away from you,” she hisses. Even though we’re almost touching, she manages to lean just a little bit closer to me, her voice full of venom. “I would have never spent the night with the three of you if I had known who you are.”
“You would have known who we were years ago if you hadn’t refused to even visit,” Jordan’s voice is pained, but there’s an underlying accusation there.
Lennon’s head snaps back and her gaze swings over to my brother. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. You don’t know me at all.”
“We know you’ve refused to come here to visit your mother. I don’t know why,” I admit and hold my hands up in front of me, hoping for a sliver of peace when her fire filled eyes meet mine again, “and we won’t make assumptions as to your reasons, but you have to admit that we could have met years ago.”
“I never wanted brothers,” she spits the words, but they lack some of the bite I was expecting.
“It’s a damn good thing we don’t consider ourselves your brothers then, sweetness,” Jordan’s voice is full of inuendo and our woman’s cheeks pink slightly.
I caress her skin with my eyes, wishing I could feel how soft it is again. “I can tell by your beautiful blush that you’re thinking about our time together. We haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” I admit.
“This is wrong,” she insists, but her argument is as weak as her voice is.
“It’s not,” Jordan insists. “How can it be wrong? We didn’t grow up together. We just met for the first time a few days ago.”
“Under false pretenses. You knew who I was, and you still took me into that room and…,” she trails off and tries to sidle around us toward the door.
“And we made you come and scream for more,” I finish for her.
She lets out a small groan of annoyance and it’s adorable as hell. “You can’t say that to me.”
I challenge her, “Why not?”
“Because our parents are married,” she smirks at me and crosses her arms across her chest like that will stop me. It won’t. She gives me a look of triumph as she adds on, “And because the three of you are my bosses.”
“We’re not your bosses. If you check your contract, you’ll find you’ve been given the same amount of authority the three of us have. Dad was insistent about it. Sure, you might need to come to the three of us for something as you’re learning the ropes, but you’re our equal.”
She gasps, “What?”
Jordan confirms, “It’s true. Dad wanted to make sure you felt secure in your position with us. He wanted you to know he values you as a member of his family.”
“Ha,” she exclaims like she’s just proven something. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. He wanted me to know he values me as a member of the family. Which is why what happened between us was wrong and should stay in the past, never to be talked about again.”
“He might consider you to be family like that, which is fine with us, but we don’t. You’re not our stepsister. You’re so much more than that,” I growl at her, wishing I could take her into my arms and kiss her until all her arguments melt away.
