Shelby Ann was heading out of the main offices and past the courtrooms when she heard someone call out her name. She was shocked, and as she turned to see who it was, she froze in place. Oh my God, no.
What in God’s name was Mickie Hayworth doing in South Carolina? She tried to pretend like she wasn’t who he thought she was but as she headed toward the other direction he stopped her.
“Shelby? Holy shit. My God, woman, look at you. You look incredible.” He pulled her into a hug and she stiffened and pressed her hands against his chest. He was one of Skip’s friends. A man who stood by and let Skip and Blade assault her. He even saw her naked—tied to the bed and cut from Blade’s knife—and did nothing. He simply explained to her the power he had and his influence over people she could never fight. When he threatened killing her sister if she tried to press charges, Shelby knew she had no chance.
“You look damn good,” he said, eyeing her over like some piece of meat or a worthless whore. But she hadn’t been a whore. She was Skip’s girlfriend and he used her, abused her, and that night tried to share her with his buddy Blade. She shivered. They stared at one another and she didn’t know what to say.
“This is my lucky day. I was looking for you. Got some insight from a friend that they caught a glimpse of you on some local abduction case. Your sister right?” he asked and reached over and caressed her arm. She pulled back.
“Don’t touch me,” she squeaked out.
He looked around them. “We should go somewhere and talk. Catch up and make plans. Goddamn you’re fucking gorgeous.” As he went to say something else, she felt an arm go around her waist. She gasped and looked up, way up to see Tazer. She couldn’t believe the relief she felt but then the concern. Would Hayworth question who Tazer was and what she was doing here? Would Tazer give information away?
“There you are. I was looking all over for you. Are you all set so we can do dinner?” Tazer asked, pulling her into his other side and clearly out of reach of Hayworth.
“Yes, definitely. We can go now,” she said and began to move but no such luck. Tazer wanted answers, too.
“Who are you?” he asked Hayworth. Hayworth looked the guy over and then he looked at Shelby.
“I’m an old friend of Shelby’s. We were making plans to meet, isn’t that right?” he said toward her.
“No, we weren’t. I’m very busy. I’m only in town for tonight and then I’m heading back to Oreg… Back home to work. Take care of yourself.”
“Oregon, huh? No wonder he couldn’t find you. I’ll see you around, Shelby, I’m sure.” Shelby pulled Tazer along with her and she hoped that Hayworth believed she lived in Oregon. She purposely made it sound like she slipped up. As she looked back toward him, she saw him on his cell phone. His eyes bore into hers and she knew she was screwed.
“Would you like to explain to me what exactly that was all about?” Tazer asked as they exited to the side of the building.
“No,” she replied and looked behind her and around them.
“Shelby Ann, how the fuck do you know a scumbag like Mickie Hayworth?” Her eyes widened and she was surprised that he knew Mickie.
“It’s a long story.”
“Well, I’ve got time and so do you.”
“I need to head back to Chance. I need to go now,” she told him, looking around and knowing that the longer she stuck around the greater the chance it would be for Mickie to follow her or have someone else do it.
“You were scared. I saw your face, read your body language. It’s obvious you know what kind of man he is. Now, I know that you haven’t shared your past with the Pace men or with Max for that matter, but may I suggest that you do? I know what that prick is capable of. The way he looked at you, swept his eyes over you was not like an acquaintance does.”
“Tazer, please listen to me. I can’t tell you how I know him. I can tell you that I was never involved with him but involved with someone who was close to him. If I don’t get the hell out of here right now, he’s going to have someone follow me, or he’ll follow me on his own. Please, just drop this for now and understand that I can’t tell you everything. I just can’t. Please,” she said and looked around them. He did, too, and then exhaled.
“Where are you parked?”
“Over there.” She pointed.
“So am I. I want you to pull out and head down the road and make your second right. Meet me there and then I’ll follow you back to Chance and make sure we don’t have a tail.” He held her shoulders and looked down at her and she knew he could tell she was scared and about to cry.
“I’ll help you. Now move,” he said and she did immediately.
When Kenneth started to pull her skirt down, she froze again.
He was silent a moment. His stomach felt like butterflies were in it. He was instantly filled with concern.
“More?” he whispered and his brothers stopped and she nodded her head. He slowly lifted up and undid her skirt and gently slid it down off her legs. He reached for the panties and the moment he began to pull them down, the scar—thin, light in color but definitely an effective reminder of what those men tried to do to her—came into sight. He bit the inside of his cheek and tried so hard to not let images of what the scene looked like that night for her. How terrified she must have been and how damn fucking lucky that they couldn’t complete their violent acts against her. This was enough. To live with these scars and memories of a man cutting her, intimidating her before he planned on raping her.
“Kenneth,” she whispered.
He removed the panties and held her gaze.
“Let us take the pain and the fear away, Shelby. Let us love you, show you how real men treat their woman. How we’re going to treat you forever,” he said to her. She didn’t respond with words but instead she opened for him as he slid lower between her legs and kissed the scar softly, inch by inch before descending his mouth and tongue on her clit and pussy.
When she started to moan and wiggle then explode on his face, he knew she was letting go and finally letting them in. A glance up as he ate at her cream, and he saw his brothers feasting on her breasts and then taking turns kissing her and running their hands along her body. She was panting in between and thrusting her hips upward. He pulled back, replaced tongue with fingers, and stroked her pussy as he held her gaze.
“Tell us what you need, what you want.”
“You. All three of you,” she said.
He pulled his fingers from her pussy and then lifted his shirt up over his head, not even bothering with the buttons. He heard the tear and didn’t give a shit about ripping the designer dress shirt. Fuck it. He needed her, he needed to be inside of Shelby, claiming her as his woman. His brothers would claim her one after the next and they would move on from there and plan her protection, her companionship. She would finally be their woman.
He stood up and Bender ran his palm along her belly to her pussy. She pulled her thighs together. “No. Open for us. Offer us this body and let go of the past. We’re your men now, Shelby. In every aspect of the word,” Bender said to her and she locked gazes with him, panted, and then widened her thighs.
“Such a good girl. You’ll be rewarded, Shelby. I guarantee it,” Sam said to her and cupped her cheeks and stroked his tongue into her mouth as Bender stroked her cunt with his fingers. He moved down between her legs and went in for a taste.
“So delicious,” he said to her, and she gasped and came as she pulled her lips from Sam’s mouth.
“I need to taste her, too,” Sam said and Bender moved back to her side and kissed her lips.
Sam then went between her legs and licked and suckled her clit. The whole atmosphere changed, and Kenneth stroked his hard cock and watched with adoration for his brothers and their love of this woman already. He was excited, feeling possessive as Sam kissed the scar and held her gaze and then moved to the side.
“Are you on birth control?” Kenneth thought to ask even though he didn’t care. He would love her, impregnate her with his child, and make her all of his, all theirs in every way. They would have everything they wanted and she wanted and then some. Did she want a family? There were lots of things to think about, but as she nodded a yes it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but to finally make Shelby their woman.
He eased between her legs and held her gaze.
“It’s okay, Kenneth. I want this. I want to believe everything the three of you say. I want to feel more of what you make me feel. Please, Kenneth, make me yours. I want to be part of you,” she said with such emotion he couldn’t resist but to instantly fall deeper for her. He gripped her hips and eased his cock into her cunt.
Slowly, he nudged in and out until he got deeper. “So tight, baby. My God.” He couldn’t believe it. She was small, and the worry that he could hurt her had him really going slow.
“Please, Kenneth. Oh God just do it. Please,” she said, and Sam pinched her nipple as Bender tugged on her other nipple with his mouth. She moaned and he shoved into her pussy the rest of the way and they both moaned.
They locked gazes and he began to thrust in and out of her pussy. He couldn’t believe how perfect it felt and as she tilted her head back and came again and again, he lost all control to go slow.
“You feel so good, Shelby. My God, it’s heaven being inside of you,” he told her and she held his gaze.
“I feel it, too, Kenneth. I—”
She cried out as he stroked in deeply and took her breath away. He felt so good. This felt so right as he stroked faster and faster and his brothers moved out of the way and prepared to take her next. She held onto him, her hands so feminine yet so strong as she grabbed his shoulders when he lowered over her, spread her ass cheeks, and pounded into her cunt.
“Kenneth!” she cried out.