The Bad Boys' Reluctant Woman (11 page)

His hands were tight as he ran them
down her body. Connor slapped her ass,
then
gripped
the flesh making her yelp from the pain. “If I’m scaring you tell me to stop,”
he said.

She saw the vulnerability flash in
his eyes a second before it disappeared. Zoe knew about the need to forget the
pain. She’d done it herself in the past. Fucking to lose your past had been
easy for her.

“I’m not going anywhere. I want you
to let go, Connor.” She caressed his cheek then moved her fingers into his hair.
Zoe tugged on the strands and let her own personal demons loose. They were both
in this together. If Connor wanted to use her to forget then she was more than
happy to oblige.

She went on her toes and slammed her
lips up to meet his. Zoe pulled on his hair as he pulled on hers. Her desire
washed over her. The darkness of her own needs consumed her. She scored his
back with her nails, taking out her need on his flesh. He growled pulling on
her hair and pushed her off him.

Zoe stared at him waiting for him.
Jake and Brent ceased to exist as their battle of wills commenced. She pushed
against him as Connor pulled her closer. They kissed and rubbed against each
other. Connor pushed her down to the bed, lifting her hands above her head and
pinning them down.

She fought him.

“Calm down,” he said. “I’m not going
to hurt you.”

Zoe still fought as his hand moved
down her body. He cupped her left breast his thumb teasing the nipple to a hard
point.

She felt the heat shoot straight to
her cunt. Connor chuckled and did the same with the right breast. Her moans
echoed around the room as he played her body like his own personal toy. His
touch set her on fire and made her aware of how much he liked control.

With her hands still trapped he
opened her legs and settled between them. She felt the thickness of his cock
pressed against her pussy. Out of all three men Connor was the biggest of them
all, and he knew it. She understood why he’d let them have her first. He showed
darkness, and yet he was willing to wait for her to grow accustomed to his size
with Jake and Brent.

She knew her multiple orgasms would
have softened her up along with the penetration from both men. This wasn’t
sharing, she realised. Tonight was the three of them taking turns with
her.
She knew in that instant that this room and moment
meant a hell of a lot more.

Connor let one of her hands go. “Put
my cock inside you,” he said.

“No.”

“Do it, Zoe.”

He released one of her hands and
moved it between them. She wrapped her fingers around him and pumped the shaft
a couple of times.
“Now.”

She rolled her eyes then put the
head against her entrance. Before she was able to do any more, he caught her
hand then placed it at her head. Connor had both of her hands now at either
side of her. His weight was pressed on them keeping her down. She licked her
lips as the tip of him eased inside her.

A glint in his eyes and the tensing
of his muscles were the only signs she got of his intent.

Connor seated himself inside her
hard. She winced as he scraped along her inner walls. He was larger than she
imagined. She saw him gritting his teeth as the last few inches pressed all the
way. Her legs were wide open to accommodate his body.

“Do you want to leave now, Zoe?” he
asked.

She stared at him unable to think
past the combination of pleasure and pain. Her heart was pounding, and so was
every single nerve ending in her body. Connor’s intent was clear. He was going
to fuck her, hard. Harder than anything she could imagine.

Was she ready for this? Not only was
he going to fuck her, the bond between them would be in place. She would belong
to him after this moment. Zoe had no idea why she felt that, but she knew it
was true. How many other women had stuck around?

She knew her answer from the look in
his eyes.
None.
They took what he had to offer and
left.

“Connor, I don’t think—” Brent began
to talk and was cut off by Connor.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Glancing over his shoulder she saw
Jake and Brent ready to intervene. She frowned. Did they fear for her?
Underneath all the pain inside Connor she knew he’d never hurt her.

“Answer the questions, Zoe.”

“You won’t hurt me.”

“Are you sure about that?” he asked.
He smirked. She saw the upset a second later. He thought she was going to tell
them to pull him off.

How many times had people given up
on her after her parents died?
All of them.
Every
single foster parent and person had given up on her. She’d begun to believe
throughout her life that she was worthless. That she didn’t deserve any kind of
look. Until three men had walked into The Dugout six months ago and never gave
up. For six months they’d pursued her in one way or the other. They’d never
given up on her.

She licked her lips and made her
decision. Her past had been filled with uncertainty, and she’d expected her
future to be the same. No more. Connor, Jake, and Brent had proven that to her.
She wanted to feel like this every day. Zoe wanted to feel loved and cherished
by all three of these men. Staring at the two men behind him she glared.

“You’ve had your turn. When we’re
ready to share, you’ll be the first to know. Do your worst, Connor. I’m ready.”

****

Connor waited until Brent and Jake
had moved away before putting his attention all on Zoe. She stared up at him
waiting for him to move. He knew he’d hurt her with his first penetration, and
he didn’t care; and he hated himself for it. That was one of his biggest
curses. He’d seen the pain of her wince, and part of him had felt better for
it. He let go of her hands, fisting his in the sheet.

Closing his eyes he pulled out of
her then slammed back inside. Her nails scored his arms as he used her body for
his own personal need. Connor knew he wasn’t being fair.

What shocked him was the feel of Zoe
pushing up to meet his thrusts. He ground his teeth and then opened his eyes.
Her face was void of any pain. She gazed up at him with desperation.

He grabbed her hands and pressed
them back to the bed holding her in place as he eased off her.

Pulling out of her tight heat,
Connor saw her eyes widen as he swirled his hips pushing back inside. He felt
each pulse and ripple of her pussy around him.

Connor let go of her hands and
pulled her legs up straight over his chest. He placed his hands on her hips and
fucked her. He pumped inside her hard and fast not giving her time to grow
accustomed to him.

He used her body to rid his mind of
the pain and hurt he felt. Zoe submitted to everything he did. Connor closed
his eyes when he felt the tears close in on him.
Control.
He needed control, and the only way to gain that was by being on top and taking
what he wanted. Her hands ran over his body, and he pushed them against her
head stopping her.

Let go, Connor.

No, I’m not ready. She’d find me disgusting.

It’s in the past.

He shook off the pain and hurt and
concentrated on the hard fucking. Connor took the pleasure he needed from her
body. His release built up inside him as he rammed into her. He slammed inside
her twice more and felt the jerk of his cock pulse his semen into her body.

When he opened his eyes, he saw her
staring up at him, frowning. Her body was covered in sweat, and she looked
tired.

He pulled out of her watching her
wince in pain. Now, the remorse swamped him.

“I need to run her a bath,” he said.
Connor moved away from the bed without looking at her. He left the room and ran
up the stairs to the bathroom.

His heart hurt as he thought about
what he’d done. With other women he gave them pleasure as well as took it. He’d
taken what he’d wanted from Zoe without thinking about the consequences.

Shaking his head in bewilderment, he
put the plug in the bathtub and ran the hot water. He waited for Jake and Brent
to bring her upstairs.

They’d wash and take care of her and
then put her to bed. He’d been waiting for six months to be with her, but to
him it had felt like a lifetime. What had he done? He thought Zoe would be
different. He thought being with her would stop the cravings inside him.

It hadn’t. What kind of man got off
on seeing the pain?

No, he was a sick bastard, and he’d
pay for it. He damn well knew his pain was coming. Connor just wished he knew
what form it was going to come in.

Chapter Eleven

Zoe woke up the next morning. Nearly
every muscle ached in her body, and her pussy was sore. She knew it would be
the moment she woke up. Over the years she’d had sex with several men. She’d
never had it more than once in a night and never with a guy as well endowed as
Jake, Brent, and Connor.

She thought about Connor. He’d
fucked her hard and then pretty much left her with a kiss on the head. Jake and
Brent had stayed to help her wash up.

“You’re awake,” Jake said.

Turning over she saw Jake sat in the
chair. They’d taken her to Jake’s room after Connor left her alone in the
bathroom.

“Good morning.” She sat up wincing
from all of her unused muscles.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

Zoe nodded her head unsure what to
say. Was this the morning after routine where they sent her on her way?

“What time is it?” she asked.

“A little after
eight.”

“Where are Brent and Connor?”

“In the kitchen.

She nodded her head, tucking the
sheet under arms and putting her hair behind her ears. “I don’t know where my
clothes are,” she said.

“We’re washing them. We’ll pick the
rest of your stuff up today.”

“What? Why?”

“You’re staying here now.”

“I am?”

Jake chuckled. She watched him get
up off the chair and move toward the bed. He sat down next to her taking her
hand in his.

“Did you think we were going to fuck
you and move on?”

“Women at the bar talk. You’re not
exactly known for keeping women around.”

“You’re not most women, Zoe.”

“Let me guess. I’m special,” she
said, smiling.

“You are, but I don’t think you have
any idea how special you are.” He was staring at her intently.

She felt a blush build up in her
cheeks and down to her chest. His scrutiny made her unsure of what to say next.

“You’re not sending me on my way.”

“No, we’re not.”

Zoe thought about Connor and the way
he’d distanced himself last night.

“He’s always been like that,” Jake
said.

“What?”

“Connor.
He distances himself all the time.
It is like he’s afraid of letting go.”

“How did you know I was thinking of
Connor?” she asked.

“You’re not a hard woman to read,
Zoe. I wanted to talk to you about him. We didn’t get a chance last night.”

“What, with all
the fucking and him leaving you and Brent to clean up his mess?”
She’d been hurt at how easily he’d
walked out on her. It was unfair and childish, but she had wanted his attention
after their time together.

“Something happened to him when we
were growing up,” Jake said.

“What do you mean?”

“Brent and I have never questioned
him about it. We know something happened. We just have no idea what happened.”

“You do realise you’re being very
secretive.”

She watched him stare around the
room and go over to a small box on the counter of his drawer. He pulled out a
small photo and came back.

“This was taken on the summer camp
after we’d all turned thirteen.” He handed her the photo. “That’s me.” He
pointed at the kid on the right. “That’s Brent.”
The kid on
the left.
“And that’s Connor.”
The boy in the middle.
Connor as a thirteen-year-old looked gawky. His muscles hadn’t properly
developed, and he was a little on the thin side. In the picture he was smiling
and looked carefree. She thought about him now and couldn’t imagine him looking
like the boy in the picture.

“What happened?”

“We don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?
You’re best of friends. Surely you would have talked about it or something.”

Jake shook his head. “We didn’t talk
about it.”

“What about his parents?”

“He doesn’t speak about them. The
moment he turned eighteen, he left their place and never looked back.”