by Leah Brooke
“So fucking good. Hell. I think you killed me. You okay, baby?” He lifted his head, his eyes nearly black as he stared down at her.
Struggling to catch her own breath, Glenna nodded and smiled, a moan of pleasure escaping at the shift of his cock inside her. “Yes. I’m better than okay.” Too worn out to talk, she closed her eyes and let the lingering pleasure wash over her, dropping the hand from his shoulder to the bed. “I don’t think I can move.”
Blowing out a breath, Joe cupped her face, his eyes sharp and searching. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
Uneasy at the suspicion in his eyes, Glenna reached for him, cupping his cheek, and blinking back tears at the surge of emotion. “The same thing you do to me.”
* * * *
Gritting his teeth, Joe slowly withdrew from her hot, velvety pussy, surprised at how difficult it was for him to do so.
Staring down at her, he took in her flushed cheeks, slightly unfocused gaze and a smile filled with feminine knowledge and satisfaction.
He’d never seen anything more beautiful or enthralling in his life.
He’d just made love to her, and had come harder than he’d ever come in his life—and already wanted her again.
Still.
He felt a connection to her that he’d never experienced with any other woman.
A hunger, a possessiveness that tightened his insides and made him want to tie her to the bed and keep her for himself.
He wanted to take her home.
He’d never even considered taking a woman back to the farm before.
Easing his cock from her, he couldn’t look away from the emotion and satisfaction in her compellingly beautiful eyes.
He’d taken her virginity. He’d been the first man to take her.
She was his.
Bending to touch his lips to her pink, swollen ones, he inhaled the scent of Glenna and sex, his cock stirring again. “Now that I’ve had you, I want you even more.”
It was as if she’d become a part of him now.
Shaken by his thoughts, and assuming it had something to do with being the man to take her virginity, he ran a hand over her belly and rolled from the bed to get rid of the condom.
The sudden and familiar surge of power startled him, and panicking, he jumped from the bed. If she saw him shift, it would ruin everything. “I’ll be right back, honey.”
Pausing at the doorway, he watched Leland murmur something softly to her as he cuddled her close.
Turning to look at Joe over his shoulder, he ran a hand over Glenna’s belly. “Bring a warm cloth. It’ll ease any soreness.”
Joe gritted his teeth again. “I know how to take care of her.”
He had to get out of there. It was growing stronger.
What the hell was happening to him?
Glenna gasped and struggled to sit up. “What? No.” She pulled the sheet up to cover herself, a ridiculous thing to do under the circumstances. “I don’t need either one of you to take care of me. I’m fine. It was only sex.”
Furious, Joe crossed to the bed in three strides, ripping the sheet from her and gripping her by the arms to lift her to her knees, the beast inside him clawing to get free. “If you believe that, baby, you’re sadly mistaken.”
Leland rose with a growl, shoving at Joe, his eyes shooting fire. “Easy. Go get cleaned up while I deal with her.”
Scrambling from the bed, Glenna glared at both of them. “What the hell’s wrong with you? I’m going to go take a shower. Alone.”
* * * *
Joe reached out to grab her as she passed, but Leland yanked his arm, preventing it and allowing her to escape. “Let go.” Trying to pull his arm from Leland’s grasp, Joe watched Glenna’s tight ass as she ran from the room.
“Wait!”
Fisting his hands at his sides, he whirled toward Leland. “What?”
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Leland shoved at him. “You’re acting crazy. You just took a virgin and you look like you can’t wait to escape, and then go crazy when she covers herself.”
Barely resisting the urge to plow his fist into the wall, Joe shoved back at his friend. “Get away from me.”
“No!” Leland shoved again, managing to pin Joe against the wall, the confusion and concern in his eyes dispelling some of Joe’s anger.
Joe shook his head, fisting his hands at his sides. “I don’t know. She’s making me crazy.” Following the scent of his woman, he made his way out into the hall. Pausing at the doorway, he stared down the hall to the closed door at the end of it where Glenna had gone. With a curse, he stepped into the bathroom to remove the condom, his heart stopping when he saw that it had broken.
“Crazy, how?” Standing at the doorway, Leland frowned.
“I don’t know. I’m gonna shift. I can feel it. I can’t hold it back. What the fuck is she doing to me?” After cleaning himself up, Joe braced his hands on the countertop and met Leland’s gaze in the mirror, hoping like hell that he hadn’t gotten her pregnant.
Hoping like hell that he had.
Bowing his head, he closed his eyes, remembering the look in Glenna’s when he took her. The surprise. The desire.
“I wanted to take her again. I wanted to fucking consume her. I want her again already. When she covered herself, it didn’t just anger me. It enraged me. God, it’s so close. Keep her away from me until I can get it back under control.”
Cursing, Leland stepped into the bathroom, keeping his voice low. “Are you okay?”
Straightening, he turned to face Leland. “It’s like she rips away at my control.”
“The condom broke, and I don’t even care.” He looked at Leland again, his body tight as he fought with the animal inside him for control. “I would kill for her. Die for her. Without thought. Without hesitation. She’s got her claws in me somehow. I want her to the point of obsession, damn it!”
Pacing the bathroom, he ran a hand through his hair. “I want to throw her over my shoulder, take her home with me, and shout to the world that she’s mine.” Fisting his hands, he paced, alarmed to realize he was losing the inner battle raging inside him.
Leland leaned against the doorway, clearly shaken. “You know damned well that we can’t do that. What do you think she’d do when—not if—we took her home and she found out the truth about us?”
Inwardly wincing, he imagined the horror and disgust on her face when she realized that the man she’d given herself to was little more than an animal.
A freak of nature—and she may carry his child.
“I know. I know.” Joe paused at the countertop again, fisting his hands on either side of the sink. “The shower’s running. I can imagine her naked and wet, with soap running down her body—fuck!”
His cock ached, hard and throbbing again. “I’m going to take a cold shower. Maybe I can stop it.”
Leland nodded, still looking concerned. “You do that. I’ll go see to her. Just get yourself together before you come back into the bedroom. You walked out on her, damn it!”
“I couldn’t help it!” Furious with himself, Joe thought about the shocked look on her face when he’d risen from the bed, and how the light had gone out of her eyes. He’d hurt her when it was the last thing on earth he wanted to do.
It went against everything he felt for her.
Blowing out another breath, he turned and shoved the shower curtain aside, knowing he had to get a grip on his emotions and some control over his animal instincts before he did irreparable damage to his relationship with Glenna. “Let me calm down and I’ll go apologize and make it up to her.”
Leland’s jaw clenched. “You do that. In the meantime, I’m going to go check on her.”
Bracing a hand on the shower wall, Joe cursed and shut the curtain, turning the water on cool.
He fought the rising fury at himself—fought the raw possessiveness and his anger that Leland would be the one to comfort her.
He fought his own feelings for her—emotions s
trong enough to make his stomach clench and his head swim.
Fisting his hands on the wall, he threw his head back, but he already knew that he’d lost.
For the first time in years, he lost control, and the beast inside him broke free.
Chapter Six
Lifting her face, Glenna let the warm water wash away her tears, but no amount of warm water could penetrate and ease the chill that seemed to go all the way to her bones.
She should have known better than to think that she would be able to hold the interest of two such dynamic and captivating men.
She felt so stupid—so naïve.
It had been the most amazing experience of her life, but afterward, Joe couldn’t seem to get away from her fast enough.
She’d reveled in his touch, and even now felt the lingering warmth of his hands on her body.
Hot. Firm, but sensuous and gentle.
The tenderness afterward had been cut off abruptly, and left her feeling unsettled and incomplete.
Running her hands over her breasts, she closed her eyes, wanting him all over again. She wanted that sense of belonging that came with it, and the closeness unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
The anguish in his eyes as he’d walked away from her hadn’t registered at first, but now it came back clearly.
He’d looked torn, his eyes gleaming with both satisfaction and something that looked very much like fear.
It didn’t make sense, but she hadn’t had time to ask him about it.
Now, she didn’t know if she’d have the courage.
The bathroom door opened, startling her out of her musing. Straightening, she locked her shaking knees, not wanting to see either one of them until she got herself under control. “Get out.”
“No. Oh, hell. You’ve been crying.” The unmistakable sound of Leland’s deep voice sent a rush of panic through her.
How the hell had he known that?
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous, am I?” He moved quickly, and it took Glenna only a few seconds to realize that he was undressing.
“Don’t you dare come in here!” Jolting when he ripped the shower curtain aside, Glenna stepped back, covering herself with an arm over her breasts and a hand over her mound. She gulped at the sight of Leland, naked and aroused, ducking under the curtain rod and stepping into the shower. Gulping at the sight of his cock, long and thick, jutting out from his body, she lifted her gaze. Gulping again, she let her gaze linger on his tight stomach, his washboard abs just begging for her touch.
The muscles in his massive chest and tattooed biceps bunched and shifted as he snapped the curtain closed behind him, weakening her knees so badly that she had to use the arm covering her breasts to brace herself.
He let his gaze rake over her, pausing to frown at the hand covering her mound before lifting it to hers again. “I would gladly beat the hell out of Joe for putting that look on your face, but he’s already beating himself up.” He crowded her, snaking an arm around her waist to pull her close. “Come here, baby.”
Dressed, Leland was overwhelming.
Naked, he was nothing short of spectacular.
Joe’s body, leaner than Leland’s but just as large, had been covering hers most of the time, so she hadn’t gotten the full impact.
She got the full impact of Leland’s now, and it left her breathless.
His massive size took up most of the room in the shower, making it nearly impossible to be in the shower with him without touching. Reaching out, he cupped her jaw, his eyes narrowed. “You’re trembling.”
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her against him, turning to protect her from the spray. “Joe didn’t mean to hurt you.” Rocking her with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes again, he pressed his lips to her hair. “You really shook him, baby.”
Lifting his head, he smiled down at her. “He didn’t walk away from you because he didn’t care. He walked away because he cared too much.”
Frowning, Glenna stepped back as far as his hold would allow, the press of his cock against her stomach making her cheeks burn. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
Still rocking her, he cupped the back of her head, pulling her close again. “I know it probably doesn’t make sense to you right now, but as soon as Joe gets himself together, he’s going to explain.”
Shy at the thought of facing Joe again, she leaned back, staring at his chest. “Couldn’t you just explain it to me?” She fisted her hands at her sides to keep from reaching out to run her hands over the sleek, wet wall of muscle.
“I’m not about to explain how Joe feels. That’s up to him and something the two of you are going to have to work out together.” With a finger under her chin, he lifted her face to his, his eyes narrowed and filled with amusement. “Stop rubbing against my cock. Yes, I know it’s hard, but you’re newly opened.”
Her cheeks burned as she realized what she’d been doing. Deciding to go for broke, she reached up, running a hand over his chest, her gaze lifting to his at his sharp intake of breath. “You want me?”
Leland’s lips curved. “I want you so badly, I’m shaking with it.”
His obvious desire for her gave her the confidence she needed to go for the warmth she desperately needed. Reaching out, she wrapped a hand around his cock. “I want you, too.”
His expression hardened as he put her away from him. “Don’t tempt me. I don’t want to hurt you.” Turning away, he braced his hands on the shower wall, harsh curses pouring out of him. Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, his jaw clenched. “Just give me a minute here, and I’ll take care of you.”
Fascinated that she could have such an effect on him, Glenna touched his huge bicep, tracing the tattoo circling it. Lifting to her toes, she ran her lips over it, while letting her fingers trail down his back to his tight butt, smiling against his skin as his entire body trembled. Filled with a sense of feminine power, she squeezed his tight ass. “I like your hands on me.”
Leland turned his head, his eyes glittering with need. “You just have to keep touching me, don’t you? I’m on the edge here, Glenna. If you keep it up, you’re gonna get fucked again.”
The warmth in his eyes, and her own need for intimacy made the growly threat irresistible. Smiling up at him, she leaned close, some instinct guiding her as he brushed her lips over his bicep and ran a hand down his chest. “Is that supposed to be some kind of a threat?”
His tortured groan urged her on, bolstering her confidence. “Glenna, that feels too good. Let me take care of you, and then we can get the hell out of here before I do something that you’re going to regret.”
Lifting her with one arm, he held her against his chest with her back to the spray. His other hand spread on her bottom, holding her securely as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Be still so the warm water runs over your slit. That’s it. Let the warm water make you feel better.”
With a hand cupped at her slit, he gathered water and pressed it against her, filling his hand over and over.
She didn’t want to tell him that she’d already washed herself, not about to give him an excuse to stop.
Dropping her head on his shoulder, she moaned at the delicious feel of his hot hand and warm water against her slit. With a hand on one shoulder, she moved the other over his back, playing with the ends of his hair, pliant in his arms as her arousal grew.
They stood that way in silence for several long seconds, before what sounded like a roar came from the distance. Jolting, she lifted her head. “What was that?”
Leland frowned and pulled her against him again. “I didn’t hear anything. Stop squirming. You’re wet and slippery and I don’t want to drop you.”
Laughing softly, she dropped her head to his shoulder again. “I doubt that. You and Joe are the biggest men I’ve ever met. And the strongest. When you hold me, I actually feel small.” She felt so feminine and protected in his arms, but she figured she’d so
und even more silly and naïve if she told him that.
“You are small.” Leland’s hand stilled, but his fingers kept moving over her slit in what she suspected to be an absent gesture, one she wasn’t about to bring to his attention. “So damned tiny and delicate that it scares the hell out of me.”
Slumping against him again, she let the warmth of the steam and his body seep in. “I’m not delicate, but I’m sure it must seem like it to someone as big as you. It was nice of you to come and make sure I’m okay, but I promise you, I’m fine.” Pressing her face against his neck, she sighed, breathing in the scent of warm, wet male. “I guess I was feeling a little vulnerable. Stupid, huh?”
“Not stupid at all.” Leland’s hand clenched on her bottom, his fingers gentle as they circled her pussy opening. “It’s natural for you to feel vulnerable after being taken, especially since this was your first time. Joe’s beating himself up for leaving you. Believe me, baby, he didn’t want to.”
She didn’t know if he realized the effect his tender caress had on her, and she didn’t tell him, afraid he would stop. “It doesn’t matter.”
He turned his head slightly to look down at her. “Yes, it does matter. Very much.”
Hiding a smile at the growl in his voice, she tilted her head back, pressing her lips to his jaw. “I feel better now.” Thrilled at the way his body tightened against hers and the feel of his cock jumping against her bottom, she cuddled into him. “You’re a nice man.”
His fingers stilled, so close to her clit that she couldn’t resist shifting slightly in his arms to get his finger where she wanted it. Raising his head, he started moving his finger again, another erotic groan rumbling from his chest. “I’m not nice. Ever. Never make the mistake of thinking I am.”
Wrapping both arms around his neck, she leaned back, secure in his hold. “Yes, you are. You’re just not comfortable showing it. The only reason you haven’t taken me is because you think I’m sore.”
Leland’s eyes glittered, his cock jumping against her bottom. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
