Precious followed the two very good looking, big men through the living room and to the front door of the place she would temporarily call home. As they walked outside with her, a car came up the road, a Range Rover in black. She stepped back and Caspian touched her hand.
“It’s the landlord, your neighbor. Remember that all the cars and license plates are listed on the sheet we gave you in the bag.” She nodded, her chest tightened, and she watched Darius walk to the Range Rover as it stopped when Darius gave a wave. “Stay here and meet Cavanaugh, then you’ll know who he is if you see him and you won’t panic,” he told her. She gulped and then played with the red wig she still held in her hand. She squeezed it tight, her nerves and fears raw still. She would need to work on that, especially because she wanted to get a job and start trying to live a normal life, or at a minimum pretend to live one.
As the man, Cavanaugh, got out of the Range Rover, her heart hammered. He was as tall as Darius. Maybe six-foot-three, very short dark black hair, scruff along his upper lip, cheeks, and chin. He wore black dress pants and a white button-down shirt that was open at the top, revealing some tanned skin. She could tell he was muscular and fit, and when his gaze landed on her as Darius spoke to him, she felt butterflies in her stomach. He was GQ sexy.
“Precious, this is Cavanaugh Mather. He is the landlord and the owner of the estate up the road.”
Cavanaugh’s eyes widened and then narrowed at her as they swept over her body. She knew the type. The man had women throw themselves at him. Well, she wasn’t like that at all.
She acted unaffected by him despite her hardened nipples. She held the wig tight in one hand and reached her hand out to shake his.
“Nice to meet you, Cavanaugh. This is a beautiful cottage. I’m sure I’m going to love it here,” she said and then noticed Darius squint like he read through her false attitude.
Cavanaugh didn’t speak until Caspian cleared his throat.
“If you need anything, let me know. There shouldn’t be any problems. I checked everything out before your arrival to make sure,” he told her.
“Thank you,” she said and then looked at Caspian and Darius.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you guys soon. Thanks for the ride from the bus station.”
“You bet. I’m sure you’re going to love it here,” Caspian said.
She nodded, then glanced at Cavanaugh, who couldn’t seem to stop staring at her. She said goodbye and headed into the cottage and locked the door.
She looked around the place. It was a total upscale beach cottage, a resort in a lot of ways, and she should have known that Benson would find her the best accommodations. He felt guilty for not exposing the truth about who he really was. She couldn’t help but feel betrayed by him, but he did make things up to her by remaining by her side and stopping the attempts on her life. Now he set her up here, in this town in South Carolina, where good-looking men resided. She wasn’t going to let her guard down for anyone, but holy crap was Cavanaugh hot.
She sighed and walked around the place, brought her clothes upstairs to the bedroom, and explored the house. She realized instantly that the deck would be her favorite spot, and more often than not, a run along the beach every morning or every night would become habit. Maybe she would be safe here. Maybe life would go on, Benson would track down Duvou, and she would be able to live a normal, safe life with a focus on her and only her from now on.
* * * *
“So who is she really?” Cavanaugh asked them, still in shock at the sexy, gorgeous bombshell that was now living in his cottage.
“She’s a friend of a friend who needs a new start and we’re helping her out,” Darius told him.
Cavanaugh shook his head at him. “I wasn’t born fucking yesterday. This reeks special operations. Being her neighbor and the only one around the cottage, I should know if there’s need to be on the lookout for trouble,” Cavanaugh stated.
“Cavanaugh, we talked about this. You need to accept the little information we gave you. Now we have to head out. We’ll see you around. Maybe at Carlyle’s with Gianna and the gang.”
“Okay, just let me know if you need anything,” he said and got into the Range Rover and drove up the road to his home, his mind flashing back to Precious. What a fucking name, too. She was stunning, sexy, and hiding a great figure behind those baggy clothes. She was holding a red wig. She came here in disguise. Who the fuck does that? Someone in trouble or hiding. Jesus, his gut clenched with a mix of emotions. Who was after her? Did she need protection? Why was he so interested? He didn’t date. Hadn’t dated in years. What would his brothers think of her? Where the fuck did that come from? He shook his head, parked the car in the detached garage, and walked into his house. Women, none whatsoever, could be trusted. He sensed the danger around her, the trouble. Who knew her story? Maybe it was a scam? He didn’t care and he needed to stop thinking about it.
“Fuck,” he said and then moved toward the back patio where there was a pool with a disappearing horizon. He glanced down to the right where he could see just part of the deck of the cottage. Those gorgeous blue eyes, full, luscious lips, and angelic face kept popping into his head. He got angry at himself.
“Remember Carla, you asshole. Every woman out there is a Carla. Don’t forget that,” he said and then pushed off the railing and went inside to the home office.
“You won’t need any lessons, Precious. You were made for us, and we were made for you.” He lifted her up to straddle his waist. Magnum moved out of the way as Cavanaugh pressed her up against the wall. She gripped Cavanaugh’s hair and head.
“Tell me you need me, want me inside of you right now.”
“I want you inside of me right now, and Cavanaugh, you don’t need a condom. I have an IUD.”
Something changed in his eyes. Her lips parted, and he stared at her like he was trying to read her mind. He squeezed her hips. “Are you lying to me?” he asked and gave her a little shake. She squinted at him.
“Cavanaugh,” Carlyle reprimanded him and she felt uneasy. She cupped his cheek.
“What is it?”
He looked away and exhaled.
“A woman tricked me a while back. Said she was on the pill and then claimed she was pregnant with my child.”
She gasped, sincerely upset at his words. “What did you do?”
“Had someone investigate her and we found out that the child wasn’t mine, it was her boyfriend’s, and her second child. It was a scam to make money.”
It all made sense. His attitude, his holding back until recently.
“She betrayed you?” she whispered and tears fell from her eyes.
He narrowed his eyes at her.
“Maybe you should use the condom if you don’t fully trust me.”
He looked shocked and then shook his head.
“I want you to trust me. To trust us. I’m better at reading people, at watching them and knowing when they lie and when they tell the truth. I want you. I want every part of you to belong to me. I’m going to be so fucking possessive, nothing else will matter but you.” He pulled slightly back and then began to press into her cunt.
His words hit her heart, her soul, and she relaxed in his arms. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him on the mouth. She was wet, more than ready for this, and then he shoved all the way in, breaking that thin piece of skin, turning the page in the next chapter of her life as she cried out and gripped his shoulders.
Their lips parted. “Holy fuck. Holy God, baby, you’re so tight. You weren’t lying. You’re mine now and my brothers’.” She held onto him as he slowly inched out and then thrust back into her. With every stroke of his thick, hard cock she felt the sensations building in her core. He was moving faster, thrusting deeper.
“God, look at you. You’re so fucking hot. Any other men come sniffing around you and my brothers and I will fucking tear them apart.”
His words aroused her. His possessiveness, the wild look in his eyes, and the way he gripped her hips and tweaked her nipples and her breasts as he thrust and stroked into her cunt. Her belly tightened and she nearly lost her breath his cock was so big. She cried out as she came and he roared, thrusting over and over again into her cunt as he came.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his neck. Her breasts felt so full and tender pressed against his hard pectoral muscles. He caressed her back, cupped her ass cheeks and slid a finger along the crack.
“Every part of you will be claimed by us tonight. Understand me?” he asked and inched back, holding her cheeks as he looked into her eyes.
“Yes. I want that. I need all three of you close.”
He gave a soft smile, which she never saw before. He kissed her and then lowered her feet to the floor of the shower, sliding out of her cunt only for Magnum to pull her close and kiss her next.
Magnum lifted Precious up into his arms and pressed her against the shower wall. He held her cheeks between his palms and she held on to his forearms. “Are you okay? Sore?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I was more than ready Magnum. Twenty-five years,” she said, and he smiled.
“You saved yourself for us.”
“That’s sweet,” she said, and he narrowed his eyes at her. It made him feel like she was trying to keep a bit of a shield up. He needed to break that shield and get her to completely give in.
“No, you belong to us. No other man will ever get to fuck this pussy, suck these breasts, and claim this ass but us,” he said forcefully as he stroked her pussy and then pinched her nipple before squeezing her ass.
“Oh God, Magnum. You make me feel so much.”
He lowered down, aligned his cock with her wet pussy and began to slide in. “Good. We’re going to spoil the shit out of you.” He started to nudge his cock into her very tight channel. He leaned forward and kissed her as she ran her fingers through his hair and over his shoulders. He rocked his hips and she countered.
“Let me in,” he said against her neck and gripped her hips. He slid a finger down the crack of her ass as her thighs widened and he shoved balls-deep. She cried out and he pressed a finger into her ass.
“Magnum. Magnum!” she moaned.
“Give it to me. Let go and show me you want everything we can give you. You can handle it. You’re tough and beautiful.” He told her as he looked into her strikingly blue eyes. She tilted her head back as he thrust into her pussy with his cock and slid his finger in and out of her ass.
“It burns, oh God, but it tingles, too.”
“That’s right, baby, and when we get you into bed, the three of us will take you over and over again. Every hole will be filled with our cocks,” he told her as he grunted and thrust, feeling himself losing control to hold off. “Fuck. I can’t hold back. Too fucking sexy. Too fucking tight,” he exclaimed and came, gyrating his hips. He pulled his finger from her ass and cupped her breasts then lowered to suckle each nipple. She leaned her head back against the shower wall, looking like a goddess. Her full breasts, taut belly, and sexy thighs all in clear view.
“Give her to me. I need her,” Carlyle demanded.
Magnum chuckled. “She packs a hell of a punch,” he said and lowered her to her feet.
She shocked him, Cavanaugh, and Carlyle when she immediately wrapped her arm around Carlyle’s neck and kissed him. Carlyle hoisted her up into his arms and pressed her against the wall then plunged right into her. They both gasped and then moaned.