The Bad Boys' Reluctant Woman (7 page)

“That’s right, Zoe. I love fucking a
woman’s ass. I’d lube you up and make sure you were well protected, and then
I’d watch my cock sink inside your tight little asshole. I bet you’ve never had
a man there.”

“No, I haven’t.”

Whose was that voice? She didn’t
recognise her own voice. Her mouth was dry, and her heart was pounding inside
her chest. Whenever she was with Connor or Brent or Jake, her heart always
threatened to burst from her chest. “I’d take it nice and slow. Then when you
were ready, I’d fuck you hard. You’ll be begging me to take you there all the
time.”

His hand curved around her hip and
then pressed against the apex of her thighs. “Your pussy will probably be the
most fucked item on the menu. I want to open your legs wide and lick you until
I hear you screaming my name in pleasure. I’m not going to lie to you, Zoe. I
love fucking pussy. My cock is big, and I’ll pound you until you can’t think
straight.”

“This is what you want?” she asked,
licking her lips.

“This is what Jake, Brent, and I all
want.
A chance to prove to you how good it can be for all of
us.
We want you, Zoe.”

“I can’t give you what you want.”

“You can give us a chance and time.
A chance to prove ourselves to you and the time to prove we want you for more.”

He cupped her cheek. “We don’t care
about your past, Zoe. We want your future to be with us.”

“You can’t speak for your friends,
Connor.”

“No, I can speak for myself.”

“And what do you want?”

“You, at my house,
in my bed, naked.”

Zoe gazed into his eyes. She saw the
need in his depths. Zoe recognised the pain inside him. She felt something
similar most days of her life. Every where she travelled to, she tried to find
a home. Law Castle had looked like the right place to be. These three men had
her scared. What if she settled down, made some friends, and they left you?

You’re worried about something that might never happen, Zoe.

The pain of being alone hurt far
more than the pain of knowing no one cared for you. She’d spent so many years
trying to find the love she’d lost out on when she’d ended up in the system.
Zoe wanted to have a small memory of it to keep her going.

“Take me back to your home, Connor.”

She placed her hand in his and
waited for him to lead the way.

****

Jake was pacing the front room. He
could kill his fucking friend. Brent sat nursing a scotch while he stared into
the dead fire. It was the height of summer. The flames would be flickering
inside in a couple of months. He wanted to slap Brent.

When they’d pulled up at The Dugout,
Brent had been walking round to the front. His clothes covered in mood and
water. Zoe had long gone according to Vicki. After Brent described in great
detail what had happened between them, Connor had gone in search of their woman
while Jake took Brent home.

“Could you stop pacing? You’re
giving me a headache,” Brent said.

“I’m giving you a headache. You
didn’t go after Zoe. She could have hurt herself. Shit, she may have hurt
herself for all we know.”

“Connor will call us if he can’t
find her. She pushed me down hard, Jake. I thought she’d gone back into the
bar. I’m not wearing any underwear, and on the fall I hurt my balls, all right.
I’ll be lucky to father children.”

Jake laughed. The way Brent had
described the shove he
took,
he wasn’t surprised if
the guy’s balls were stamped on.

“She wanted me to take her, Jake. I
was already horny, and then her jeans were in the way. Before I had chance to
explain properly she was gone. She looked at me with so much hurt in her eyes.”
Brent shook his head taking another sip of scotch.

Jake sat down next to his friend.
“Connor will bring her back.”

“They have a connection. I’ve seen
it.”

He didn’t need to say anything. Jake
had seen the connection between Connor and Zoe. They’d both been hurt in the
past. That was clear to see. “We’ll form our own connections.”

The sound of Connor’s truck pulling
up on the driveway didn’t leave Jake with a lot of hope. Jake sat in his seat
wondering what the next few minutes would bring.

The front door opened. No other
sound came, and he couldn’t make out another set of shoes. Seconds later he
felt a presence at his back. Both Jake and Brent turned. Zoe stood in front of
Connor. She looked tired.

He stood up as Brent spun around.

Her eyes were wide as she looked at
both of them. “I found her walking down the dirt road towards her apartment,”
Connor said. “She’s going to stay here for tonight at least. I’m going to get
her settled in.”

“Are you all right?” Jake asked.

She nodded her head. He couldn’t do
it anymore. Jake walked over and wrapped her in his arms. Her natural earthy
scent surrounded him. He kissed her cheek and moved down to her neck. Jake
couldn’t help but feel like he’d come home when her arms went around him.

“Thank you for inviting me to your
home,” she said.

He pulled back, staring at the streaks
left by her tears. “You’re always welcome here.” It saddened him to see the
emptiness inside her. “I’ll leave you to get washed.”

Connor moved her down the hall to
the stairs. Before she moved past the sitting room, Zoe’s gaze moved to Brent.
“I’m sorry for pushing you.”

“No harm done, angel. You’ve got a
lot of strength inside you.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“No harm. I’m good as gold.”

She left the room. Jake sat down on
the spare chair in the room. His heart ached inside his chest. He never knew
how much having her in his home would affect him. “You made her cry.”

“I didn’t mean to make her cry. I
was going to explain to her and then bring her back here myself.”

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t think
this is entirely your fault. I think there is something else going on.”

Jake got up and moved toward the
kitchen. He glanced around at all the fancy equipment. Considering how
masculine Connor was, Jake couldn’t get over his feminine tastes. He owned a
pink whisk. Shaking his head, he moved towards the fridge and grabbed a carton
of orange juice.

A picture on the front of the fridge
caught his eyes. He stared at it for a few minutes. Jake took the picture off
the fridge and moved to the counter to sit down. His arms ached from the work
he’d done at the mechanics shop during the day. The picture was taken at the
picnic he’d attended with Connor and Brent. It was the traditional picnic that
Law Castle had every year. There were always fairs and a large gathering of
people. In the picture there was over thirty men lined up. At the time he’d
believed it was one of the best days of his life.

Flicking it over he saw the note
Brent had made, the words were, The Law Castle Bad Boys, followed by the date
of the picnic. Andy, the wife of two of the guys who’d been part of the crew,
had taken the picture.

“What are you looking at?” Brent
asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“The picnic
photo.”

“Why?”

“You said Tristan gave you a warning
about Bill and specifically mentioned about the Law Castle Bad Boys,” Jake
said.

Brent groaned. “I’m sick and tired
of hearing about the, ‘Law Castle bad Boys’.” He signed the air with both
hands. “It makes us all sound like some gang or rock group. I’m not a member of
any gang.”

“Yes, you are. You agreed to it, and
you’re in this picture.”

“Forget about the circus shit that
surrounds our town. What are you getting at?”

“Do you think Tristan wants to get
us involved?”

“With the Bill
situation?”
Brent asked.

“Yes.”

“I have no idea, but I don’t like
the sound of it either way. If someone is trying to fuck up our town then I
want them gone. Law Castle is a good place.”

“I agree with you.”

They both glanced at the ceiling
when they heard the water running.

“I’ll talk to Tristan tomorrow about
this.”

“Yes, I’m going to bed,” Brent said.

Chapter Seven

Zoe followed Connor into the
bathroom. It was a huge room at the far end of the hall on the third floor.
“This room is bigger than my apartment alone.”

“We all loved the house instantly.”

She smiled as he placed her bag on
the floor next to the large bath tub. They hadn’t stopped off at her apartment.
The only clothes she had with her were the ones she was wearing.

He took her jacket off her then
turned towards the bath. She watched him put the plug in place then turn the
tap for the water to begin filling up the tub. “Thank you,” she said.

Connor stood up turning toward her.

“For what?”

“Bringing me here and not asking
questions. Most people demand answers and always fire questions at me.”

He cupped her shoulders, his gaze on
her. That was one of the small things she liked about him. Connor made sure to
look into her eyes. She knew he wasn’t taking a cheap shot at her breasts or
any other part of her.

“I’ll leave you to get washed.”

Panic gripped her. She reached between
them and caught his hand. “Don’t leave me,” she said.

Connor faced her, his gaze going
from her to the bath tub. “I’m not that strong, Zoe.”

“I don’t want that from you. Please,
don’t leave me.”

He frowned, staring down at her. She
felt like a teenager again waiting for someone to tell her more bad news.

“How many people have you said that
to?” he asked.

“I said it to my parents once.”

“Did they leave?”

“Yes, and they didn’t come back.”

“All right.
I’ll stay. I’m keeping my clothes
on.”

She smiled, which felt forced to
her.

“Don’t worry, it’ll come back.”

“What?”

“Your smile.
Everything will fall into place. I
won’t let you go.” His arms were around her, and she closed her eyes. The panic
disappeared with his presence.

Zoe knew she needed to remove her
clothes and get into the tub. She’d not had a bath in a long time. The one she
had at her apartment was chipped. A shower was the best for her.

Connor left her to turn the tap off.

She fingered the shirt tails while
her mind flashed over every single sexual encounter in her life. Her first had
been when she was eighteen. There had been another boy in the foster system.
They’d run away together. Shaking her head, she cleared her mind. In all of her
encounters, she’d rarely been naked.

Biting her lip, she pulled the shirt
up over her head. As she pulled it off the last little way, Connor stood in
front of her. He stared into her eyes. The bra she wore was not a lovely piece
of silk. It had been a white bra, but with the number of times she’d washed the
damn thing it had turned grey. Her cheeks went red with embarrassment.

“Are you wishing you’d found someone
else?” she asked.

His hand against her cheek forced
her to look at him. Why were they always doing that?

“Do you really think we’re as shallow
as that?”

“I don’t really know you,” she said.

“Then we’ll show you how little your
underwear means to us.”

She gasped as he flicked the catch
at the front. Her bra sprang open, and her tits fell out. The warm air brushed
across her nipples. For the first time Connor’s gaze left her eyes, and he
stared at her chest.

“May I?” he asked.

Unsure what he wanted, she agreed
for him to do anything. His rough palm held the weight of her breast in his
hand. She sucked in her lips to stop herself from begging for more. Both of his
hands cupped her breasts. Her eyes closed to absorb every sensation.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he
said.

“You like them.”

“Baby, I can’t wait to see you above
me. I want to watch them bounce as you take my dick inside your cunt.”

He yanked her close and covered her
lips with his.

The touch of his clothing rubbed her
nipples, making them incredibly sensitive.

Connor pulled back, running his
thumb along her lip. “Allow me.”

He knelt before her, his fingers
going to the button of her jeans. She stood, shaking at him being so close. The
light in the bathroom showcased everything she had to offer. Her whole body
tensed as the sound of the zipper echoed around the room.