The Bad Boys' Reluctant Woman (2 page)

“I’m surprised I took precedence. I
saw plenty of women ready to ride your cocks, all the way home. Take one of
them because you’re never getting me.” She made to brush past him. His arms
kept her in place. If she brushed past him, she’d have to touch him. He hoped
she had the guts to make that move.

Jake wanted to feel her full warm
body against his own. The shirt she wore did nothing for her figure. The shirt
hung past her voluptuous ass and was one of those shirts that tend to have a
lame-ass advertisement on the front. He hated them. Zoe needed the shirts that
hugged her breasts and showed off her full figure to perfection.

No, she wasn’t a thin super-model
type woman. Her ass was full and her tits large. His desperation for her was
increasing with every passing day.

“Baby, not one of those women
hold
a candle to you. You’re the one we want.”

“We?”

Brent chuckled. “Yeah, we,” he said.

“Come on, Zoe, give us a chance,”
Connor said.

She shook her head. “I thought you
wanted to take it in turns?”

So, she’d been thinking about being
with them. Jake turned his gaze to each man and saw they’d gotten the same
message also. From the look of shock on her face, Zoe didn’t realise what she’d
said to them.

“Where is the fun in one on one when
you can have three on one?” Connor said. Jake stared at the youngest of all
three of them, even though they were all close enough in age to have been in
the same grade at school.

“So, you’ll be touching me. What
about touching each other? Don’t you three get it on?” she asked.

Jake saw the devilish gleam in her
eyes.

“Is she trying to insinuate what I
think she is?” Brent asked.

“That we’re fucking each other?”
Connor asked.

“I think our little woman is
mistaken on where our attraction lies.” Jake chuckled as her eyes widened in
shock. “I hate to disappoint you, baby. I love these guys like a brother. If
they tried to come near me with any intent I’d beat the shit out of them. We
prefer women.”

“What about you?” she asked Brent.

“I’m a tits and ass man myself.”

“And you?” She turned her attention
to Connor.

“I love a nice warm pussy. What do
you say, Zoe? Will you give into us? We’ll make your whole world spin.” Connor
sure had a way with the words.

Zoe shook her head. “I need to get
back inside.”

Her hands touched his arms. He felt
her squeeze the muscles before pulling back. Her eyes had dilated, and the
pleasure was clear on her face.

“We’ll let you go.” She exhaled in
relief. They all saw it. “But for a price.” Her head jerked up to look at him.

“Excuse me?”

“Kiss each of us and you can go back
to work pretending your pussy isn’t soaking wet. I bet she is though. What do
you guys say?”

“I bet she’d love for me to show her
how amazing I can be with my tongue,” Connor said.

“You guys are never going to figure
it out. I don’t want you. Will you stop
hassling
me?”
she asked. Her cheeks were red. Jake gazed down at her shirt. The tell-tale
signs of her arousal were clearly visible.

“You’re not going to do anything,
baby,” Jake said.

“Oh, yeah.
How do you know?” She glared at
him. The passion inside her made his cock harder.

Jake leaned down to whisper against
her ear.
“Because your nipples are rock hard, Zoe Howard.
That’s right, I found out your full name. If you wanted us to stop you would
have gone to the cops or made sure we couldn’t see you. You want us, baby.
You’re just scared.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Then kiss each of us. What have you
got to lose?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said.

Before anyone could react Zoe had
wrapped her arms around Jake’s neck and slammed her lips on to his. They all
froze except for Zoe. Her body was pressed to his. His thoughts went south
along with all the blood in his head. Jake held her close, tightening his hold
around her waist. He felt the smallness of her waist and the flare of her hips.

His moan echoed down the back street
as Connor and Brent stared on. Her eyes were closed. Zoe simply pressed her
lips to his. Jake felt the heat of her, and yet she was going through the
motions without any real reaction.

Jake didn’t like it. He wanted her
to react and to feel what he could do to her.

Chapter Two

Zoe felt him harden beneath her
touch. She knew he wouldn’t find her attractive as soon as he felt her shape
against him. There was no denying the frozen state of all of them. The pain at
the rejection forced her to close her eyes and go limp in his arms hoping they
would be done with their teasing.

Instead, his fingers sank into the
length of her brown hair, and he tilted her head back and took full advantage
of her lips. She was pressed back to the wall. Her arms were trapped around his
neck as he pushed his pelvis against her. With no time to respond, Zoe opened
her eyes to see Jake gazing down at her.

He lifted up. “That’s better. I
don’t want you to think of your mother while you’re kissing me. I want you to
forget everything and give it all to me.”

She didn’t have any time to tell him
her mother was dead. His lips slammed back down on hers. The hand in her hair
moved to her ass. He cupped her ass and, with a yelp from her, lifted her up so
she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist.

The thick length of his arousal
pushed against the juncture of her thighs. She couldn’t believe how turned on
he was. No words were in her vocabulary to describe what he was doing to her.

Zoe knew Brent and Connor were
waiting for their turn. The thought didn’t upset her; the thought turned her
on. Two men were waiting for their own kiss. How would it feel to be completely
possessed by three men? She wondered what it would be like to finally be the
centre of three men’s
love?
Shaking her head, she
pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind. They all wanted sex, not love.

The fire built inside her. She
tugged at the hair at the back of his nape to pull him off. “I’ve paid my dues
with you.”

“Baby, you’re not even close to
being out of debt,” he said. Jake moved aside, and then Brent took his place.

“How do you guys decide who goes
next? Do you have competition with Rock, Paper,
Scissors
?”
she asked.

“Nice try at deflection. Jake is the
oldest, then me, and then Connor. You get us in age order starting with the
oldest first,” Brent said.

“What if I want the youngest?” She
pouted at him. She was enjoying their attention far more than she liked.

“Deal with what you got, Zoe. Come
home with us tonight and you can have us in any order you’d like,” Brent
whispered against her ear.

She shook her head trying to clear
her mind. The erotic images hurtling through her would not help her to put some
much needed distance between them. “Just kiss me so I can get to Connor and get
back to work.”

“Always happy to
oblige a beautiful woman.”
Brent didn’t slam or demand his kiss. He stroked her cheek and nibbled
at the corner of her mouth. The sweetness he was giving her scared Zoe. There
was
a gentleness
to him that she wouldn’t have
expected with all the tattoos up and down his arms. Out of all three guys,
Brent had the most ink. Connor didn’t appear to have any while Brent was
covered, and from the way he dressed, Brent was more than happy to show them
off.
 

None of the designs made sense to
her. She tried not to spend too long staring at his arms. Zoe guessed some of
the tattoos were from his many conquests. Along the way through her travels
she’d heard men liked to keep a record of who they slept with. She figured the
harder she made it for the three men before her, the easier it would be for her
to keep her distance.

“Open for me,” he said.

She closed her eyes, unable to do
anything else. The seductive quality to his voice compelled her to do as he
said. She opened her lips and waited. At first she felt the wet heat of his
tongue as it ran across her own bottom lip. She moaned and tried to deepen the
touch. A slap to her thigh stopped her in her tracks.

Zoe opened her eyes to stare at
Brent. “Don’t rush me, baby. I intend to take my time.”

They kept calling her baby. “My name
is Zoe,” she said.

“We know, but we prefer to call you
baby.” Brent shut her up with his lips. He pressed his tongue inside her lips.
Zoe’s eyes closed of their own accord. The feel of him taking her mouth felt so
damn good. She’d never been seduced by a kiss. Other men slammed their lips on
hers, thrust their tongue in a few times, and thought that was a good kiss.

What Jake, Brent, and she knew
Connor would, too, was seducing her with one little action. How could she even
dream of refusing them after the expertise they were showing with one small
kiss?

Her whole body was on fire with
need. None of it made sense to her. What the hell was she supposed to do
against such good kissers? Her resolve was crumbling around her.

She didn’t like it.

****

Brent Jackson knew he was rocking
her world. Zoe was rubbing her breasts against his chest, and soft purring
sounds came from her throat. In those moments, with her eyes closed and her
facial expression softened, she looked like a very vulnerable young woman.

Not for the first time, Brent
wondered what she’d been through. Law Castle wasn’t an overly big town, and yet
there were enough people to gain more information on people than most anywhere
else. But no one knew anything about Zoe Howard. Even Vicki said she was a cold-hearted
woman who didn’t let anyone in. For the most part, it was as if Zoe was only
passing through.

In one day and out
the next.
He
knew she lived in a small apartment near the roughest part of town. Yes, Law
Castle was a small town, but yet it still had its own fair share of good and
bad parts.

He knew she didn’t drink, and there
were no problems with drugs or any of that other crap. None of the other guys
who were interested in her had even got a look in. She shot them all down and
made most of them feel small. Her attitude reeked of bitter rejection and
loneliness. With his sideline career he’d learned to observe people.

Jake and Connor knew he wrote
stories in his spare time. He made quite a bit of money out of it, too. Erotic
romance was his speciality. The nights he’d spent lonely and horny he’d begun
to write down his fantasies. Soon that had turned into a book.

He wondered what Zoe would think of
his
hobby
.

“Are you going to kiss me or what?”
she asked.

Brent took possession of her lips and
purposefully held himself back. He wasn’t ready to give up on Zoe, but he knew
giving her everything wasn’t the way to get her wanting them permanently.

He stepped out of the way and made
room for Connor.

There was
a
darkness
inside the younger man. His seduction required submission.
Brent stared at Zoe and wondered if she’d ever be able to satisfy the dark need
inside his best friend.

He hoped so. They all had feelings
for Zoe ever since the first night they met her while she’d been working behind
the bar. She’d been quiet and reserved, totally slamming down any guy who tried
to touch her.

They had all agreed they wanted a
shot at Zoe. Their feelings were not love, at least not yet, but Brent hoped
they’d finally found the one. His book writing and fantasies were growing every
day. He wondered if his publisher would be able to keep up with all the new
material he was supplying.

****

Connor Andrews stared down at Zoe.
Her nipples were poking against the front of her shirt. Did she even know how
turned on she looked? Her face was flushed and her lips swollen. She looked
fucking hot. Connor wanted to see her lips wrapped around his dick as Brent and
Jake fucked her cunt and ass. He was a sick bastard. The only way he could get
his rocks off was to watch other men with his woman. They’d all had their own
separate relationships growing up, but none of them had been as satisfying as
sharing the same woman.

Zoe was that woman. He felt it and
knew it deep in his heart.

He didn’t know if the other two felt
the same way. Zoe was lonely and in her own way broken. He understood and
respected it. Connor knew what it was like to be surrounded by people and still
be alone.

Shaking off the memories, he pushed
them to the back of his mind and stared down at her swollen lips and
lust-filled eyes.