The Bad Boys' Reluctant Woman (6 page)

“You’re not going to give me more?”
Brent asked.

Tristan shook his head.

“Then I won’t take your advice. If
this Bill oversteps his place, he’s going down.”

The other man smiled and got off his
seat. “That’s why I like you, Brent. You’re always prepared to do the right
thing.” Tristan patted him on the back and then left.

Brent was way too confused.

He left his seat and made his way
out to the front of the club. The whole parking lot was packed with cars and
trucks. He hoped none of them were drinking.

Brent dialled his home waiting for
one of the other two to pick up.

“Hello?” Connor answered on the
fifth ring.

“Where’s Jake?”

“Painting in his
studio.”

“What did you say to Tristan
Carmichael?” Brent asked.

“What? I told him about Bill. Why?”

Brent stared up and down the road.
“Because I think I got a warning and confirmation to go after him if he makes a
move.”

That got Connor’s attention. “Where
are you?”

“Outside The
Dugout.”

“Shit, why didn’t you guys wake me?”

“Because you’re
not a superhero.
You still need your sleep.”

“Whatever. I’ll be down in a few
minutes.”

Brent closed his phone and took a
deep breath.

“What’s going on?”
 

Brent froze at the question. He
turned around to see Zoe with her arms folded underneath her breasts. She
looked concerned. “What do you mean?”

Zoe lifted up a card. “It’s not
every day I get a guy’s number or a note on the back.”

He took the card from her. Tristan’s
details were on the front, his personal numbers along with the sheriff’s
numbers. “There is no note.”

“Turn it over,” she said.

Brent flipped the card over and
cursed. “I need more info on Bill. I can help you get out of Law Castle.” He
read the words written on the back of the card.

“What’s going on, Brent? Bill is a
sleazy drug-dealing guy who lives near my apartment. Why would a Sheriff think
I have any other information?”

“Were you in the system?” Brent
asked.

“What? How do you know that?”

He got his answer. “Tristan said
only two types of people were afraid of the law.
Criminals or
runaway foster kids.”
He saw her take a deep breath.

“I’m not afraid of the law. I just
don’t trust it.”

“Why?”

“None of your
business.”

Brent had had enough. He pushed Zoe
up against the wall. “How far are you going to test us, Zoe? We want you.
All three of us.
Let the fuck go and give us what we want.”

“Are you kidding me? You think
because you want to fuck me, I should just give in and let you have what you
want? Screw you, Brent, and screw the rest of you.” She pushed at his arms.

He didn’t move. Brent stared down at
her lush mouth and knew the temptation before him was too hard to resist.
Fucking his fist every night was starting to wear thin. His stories were
becoming too erotic in content. He needed to feed the hunger inside him.

Brent cupped her cheek and slammed
his lips down on hers. Zoe gasped. He felt one of her hands rise as if to hit
him. The blow never came. Instead, her fingers tugged at the hair at the base
of his neck.

He let up to gaze into her eyes. She
looked dazed. Noise alerted him to company. Taking hold of her hand, Brent took
the lead and escorted her round the back of the bar to where they wouldn’t be
disturbed. He needed her lips once again.

Zoe didn’t form any protest when he
pushed her up against the wall. Her arms circled him without argument. She gave
in to him.
No words spoken, only action.

“I want you so damn much, Zoe,” he
said, trailing kisses along her neck and down to her collarbone.

His cock thickened in his pants, the
desperate need too much for him to bear. He growled against her neck and
nibbled on the delicate bone. She shivered. Her fingers pulled on his hair
forcing him to look at her.

“If you want it, then take it,” she
said.

Her words didn’t penetrate his
lust-filled mind. For several moments he simply gazed at her swollen lips.

“Let’s go somewhere,” he said,
thinking of taking her back to his place and sharing her with Connor and Jake.

“No.
Right here.”
Her hand moved down to the front of his crotch.

Brent moaned then placed a hand
beside her head as she worked his length through the fabric of his clothing.
Her touch burned him from the inside out. Zoe’s eyes were wide as they stared
at him.

“You’re big.” The statement made him
chuckle.

He, Jake, and Connor had a
reputation with the ladies for being insatiable. The last rumour he’d head was
they left a woman struggling to walk for days. He’d never seen a problem with
what he and his friends did. They loved sex, but once Zoe had walked into their
lives, they hadn’t slept with a woman since.

In the next instant, her hand was
inside his pants and her naked fingers were wrapped around his cock.

Any reasonable thought left his
head. All of his words eluded him. “Fuck.” The curse shot out into the night.
He expected some people to hear him. No one came running. He was losing the
fight with Zoe. Her ministrations would leave him blushing like a little school
boy if he didn’t stop her now.

Her finger slid along his slit. “Do
you want me, Brent? How much do you want my pussy?” she asked.

When she grabbed his hand and placed
it over her pussy, Brent knew he was a goner. Through the jeans she wore, he
felt the heat of her arousal. Shit, he was sure she could sense it.

He wasn’t waiting any more. Zoe was
his for the taking.

Chapter Six

What the hell am I doing?

Zoe felt his palm rubbing her pussy.
The heat of her cum was leaking into her panties. Since the moment she saw him,
she’d been horny. If she gave in maybe she’d have a chance to get over them.
She closed her eyes trying to force out all the negativity. They wouldn’t be
disturbed here, and she was tired of saying no.

In a few days she’d be gone, and in
years to come she didn’t want to be the type of woman who regretted her
decisions in the future. She wanted Brent, Jake, and Connor. At least she’d
have the opportunity to explore at least one of them.

She unbuttoned her jeans, thankful
the shirt she wore covered her round stomach. His hand moved out of the way.
Zoe grabbed his hand and placed it inside her open jeans. The panties she wore
were soaking wet.

Closing her eyes, she waited for his
repulsion or a sign to say she’d overstepped the mark.

His fingers moved past the elastic
of her panties and then dipped down into her slit. She felt him graze her clit
and then slide down to her cunt. Zoe kept her eyes on his at all times. He
didn’t look away either. She felt caught in his gaze, unable to look away.

“You look so damn beautiful.” Two
fingers penetrated her pussy. Zoe whimpered, pressing down to meet his thrusts.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers. Take me deep.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want
your fingers. I want you.” Zoe pulled his hand out of her jeans. For once she saw
the hindrance of her clothing. There was no way Brent would be able to touch
her unless she removed her jeans.

Her whole body shook with the
effort.

Unless he fucked
her from behind.
Could she drive him to take her hard?

“Fuck me, Brent. I’m yours for the
taking.”

He cupped her cheek and kissed her
lips. “Not without the other two.”

The scent of her pussy wafted from
his fingers. He stroked her cheek and hair. The way he lovingly stroked her
hair brought tears to her eyes. She couldn’t handle this part of him. A quick
fuck was what she was asking for.

Buttoning up her jeans she shoved
him hard in order to get away. Zoe had caught him off guard. She heard the
splash as he landed in a pool of water. There was no satisfaction to be had.
She needed to get out of there.

Zoe ran into the bar, talked to
Vicki, and then charged out. No one was waiting for her. She ran up the dirty
road waiting for the tears to dry up. Three men and she couldn’t handle one of
them. She thought being with Brent would give her a chance to get away. The
three men who wanted her, fucked together and then left. She wasn’t going to be
someone’s sex toy.

Tomorrow, she’d buy an old car and
be on the road by the end of the week. Law Castle was not the place for her.

Her arms were folded under her
breasts as she moved along the road towards her apartment. She was not paying
attention to her surroundings. The truck pulled up by her side. “Get in the
truck, Zoe,” Connor said.

She shook her head. “No, I’m going
home.”

“To a shit-hole.
Bill is bad news, sweetheart.”

“I’m not going home with you.”

Zoe turned to look in the truck. She
was shocked to see only Connor sitting in the truck. “Where are Brent and
Jake?” she asked.

“Waiting for you
back at the house.”

“I’m not that easy.” She folded her
arms over her chest and began walking. The truck braked, and then he was by her
side, his hands on her arms stopping her from walking further. “What do you
think is going to happen, Zoe?”

“Nothing, I’m leaving by the end of
the week,” she said.

“Brent wasn’t going to let you get
naked around the back of The Dugout. One, it’s tacky, and two, you deserve a
hell of a lot more than being banged outside where anyone could see you.”

“I don’t care, Connor. You’re not
going to change my mind.”

She began walking away.

“I’d have taken you against the wall
and not thought once about anything else,” he said after a few seconds had
passed.

Zoe frowned and turned towards him.
“What?”

“I wouldn’t have given a fuck
who
saw you or us together. If I’d got a chance to have my
hand inside your jeans I’d have taken it a whole lot further.”

She froze in the spot where she
stood. His words shocked her. Zoe was under no illusion about the way she
looked. Throughout her life she’d been told she was fat and ugly. She’d taken
Brent up on his offer because she knew he’d never have gone through with it.
Who would want to fuck a fat chick when they could screw a whole army of
gorgeous women?

Even to this day, the hateful
thoughts of her past still made her think awful things.

In the time it had taken her to
think about his words he had come to stand right in front of her.

“What do you mean you wouldn’t have
waited?” she asked.

Connor took her hand and pressed it
against his crotch. The thick length of him filled her palm. What did the men
drink in Law Castle? Brent felt huge, and Connor did as well. Were they always
hard and ready to go for it?

“The moment I get my hands on you,
Zoe, you’re mine, and I’m not giving that up for anyone.”

“I’m not staying,” she said.

“Give us a chance to prove to you
that we mean what we say.”

“No. I’ve heard the rumours about
you three. Women at the bar talk. You find a woman, seduce her, and then move
on.”

Connor nodded his head. “That’s
right. If you want to hear every sordid detail then I’ll tell you. Jake, Brent,
and I have a need to share a woman. We find a woman we want, seduce her, and
then take her to her own house to fuck. We rarely take a woman back to our own
place. There is not a part of her left untouched.” He wrapped an arm around her
waist and pulled her close. His lips took hers in a punishing kiss. Connor ran
a finger over her lips, pressing the thumb inside. She sucked the thumb between
her lips. He groaned then ran the wet tip along her bottom lip. “We fuck their mouths.
I love getting a woman to take me deep.”

His finger slid down to her neck.
His whole hand went around her neck. She didn’t feel threatened by him. The
action made her pulse speed up in awareness.

“I love putting my fingers here and
feeling her swallow
my cum
. I love it when a woman
deep-throats my cock.”

Her breathing was coming in short
pants. Zoe knew she shouldn’t be turned on by his description, but putting an
image of herself in front of him, naked and on her knees taking him deep in her
mouth, turned her on.

His other hand moved down her back.
“Brent and Jake like their cocks being sucked differently. When we change
positions I always make sure I take her ass last.” Zoe felt his hand run over
her ass and where her ass was.