by Sam Crescent
Evernight Publishing
www.evernightpublishing.com
Copyright© 2012 Sam Crescent
ISBN: 978-1-77130-226-5
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Editor: Karyn White
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION
The Law Castle Bad Boys series was inspired by the lovely, Stacey Espino. She is an amazing writer and one of many authors who has inspired me to write over the years. Stacey, thank you for creating the wonderful stories you write and for writing the blog post that inspired these books.
THE BAD BOYS’ RELUCTANT WOMAN
The Law Castle Bad Boys, 2
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Zoe Howard watched the three men on the dance floor pumping and grinding against all the women who surrounded them. She hated this part of her job. For the last six months she’d been dealing with three men trying to get into her panties, and now they pretended like she didn’t even exist.
The job as a barmaid she’d gotten at The Dugout was the best thing to happen to her in a long time. Yes, she had a lot of history, but the three men on the dance floor at one time wanted to get past that history to see the woman beneath the surface. She couldn’t deal with what they wanted from her.
“Can I have three beers, please?” a customer asked.
She looked up to see Drew Patton staring down at her. For most of her life people stared down at her. Not for any other reason than the fact she was small. At five-foot two and a little bit—she always added on the little bit to make herself feel better—she was the smallest person around Law Castle. She knew because she spent most of her days wandering the town. Law Castle was a good little town to be in. They had plenty of tourists, and business was never slow at the bar. People loved to drink, and she loved to serve. All together it was a win-win situation.
“Coming right up,” she said. Zoe ignored all the stares from her other colleagues. They’d tried to get her to open up over the last few months, but she wasn’t having any of it. Ever since she’d been in the foster care system as a child she’d refused to make any unnecessary connections. Her parents had died in a hit and run. The cops caught the guy responsible, and he was in jail. No amount of justice would ever bring them back. She’d been ten at the time and sleeping over at a friend’s house. Her parents had been out on a much needed date to fix their crumbling marriage.
She shook her head. Her mind wasn’t in work mode. This was the part she hated the most, where the three men on the dance floor made her forget about herself. It was not fair, and she didn’t like it. Zoe handed the three beers to Drew and then ignored him to stare at the floor.
“You know they wouldn’t be up there if you gave them a chance,” Drew said.
“Did I ask for your opinion?” She folded her arms under her large breasts. Another thing she hated about herself was her figure. She was too fat, and no matter how many diets or work out regimes she put herself through, the weight never left her.
What is up with you tonight? You’re way too depressed and need to lighten up.
“Be a bitch all you want, but I know they would rather have you between them than those other women on the dance floor,” Drew said.
“And you know all about sharing.” She nodded her head toward Noah and Cheryl. The three were an exclusive couple. Zoe had soon learned that three or more people to a couple were the norm around here. She’d been shocked the first time she’d gone round back to empty out the trash to see a woman getting it on with two guys.
She’d been shocked and damn horny. Two or more guys to satisfy a craving. Her pussy melted at the thought. Another quick glance at the three men and her body was on fire with need. Jake, Brent, and Connor were three men who she knew deep in her heart would set her body on fire and who would, in time, break her heart if she let them.
“Thank you for the advice. I don’t intend to stay long.” She walked away from Drew purposefully ending the conversation. She stood with Vicki near the spirits at the back of the bar. The other woman was biting her nails and looking out at the floor scared. Vicki was younger than Zoe. Around twenty-two, she believed.
“Slow night,” Vicki said.
“Yep.”
When customers came to the bar they served drinks to them all. Zoe felt exhausted from all the long nights she was having. When she went home after her shift, the three men trying to claim her attention would find some way to leave her horny and desperate for sex. Every night without fail she’d take her vibrator out of her drawer and try to pretend her fake pink cock could replace three strong men.
“What’s wrong, Vicki?” she asked as they stood waiting to serve once again.
“Nothing. I’m fine. A little tired but fine.”
“Well, if you need to talk, you know where I am.”
Vicki snorted at the offer. “Thanks.” The other woman tapped her on the shoulder and walked to help a customer. Zoe felt like she’d been punched. She’d just offered to help someone even though she spent a great deal of time ignoring everyone.
The snort had hurt big time. There was a point when she’d started working when Vicki would talk and talk and talk. There had been nothing stopping the other woman. The girl lived to talk.
“I’m going out for a break,” Zoe said.
Vicki shook her hand in acknowledgement. Out in the cold night air, Zoe took several deep breaths.
Why hadn’t she recognised the change in Vicki? The other woman talked about everything from the colour of her nails to her recent boyfriend. When had Vicki stopped talking to her? Zoe shook her head trying to clear her disgruntled thoughts. It wasn’t Vicki’s fault she’d refused to get to know people.
Tears filled her eyes as the pain eased into her heart and soul. She had no one. Everyone who tried to be near her, she pushed away. Shaking her head, she tried to wipe the tears from her eyes. Resting her head against the wall behind her, she closed her eyes until the pain within her heart began to ease.
She sensed someone else near. Opening her eyes, she stared into the warmest green eyes she’d ever seen.
“I thought I’d find you here,” Jake said.
He was the closest. Connor and Brent leaned up on either side of the wall. Zoe felt no fear, only a deep sense of belonging. They were the only men to ever care if she was alive or dead. A pulse of heat went straight to her clit. Their thick bodies called to her in a way no other person had. The pleasure that could be gained from those three men would be worth the heartache they’d surely cause.
She folded her arms under her chest. No matter how much pleasure could be gained with them, she refused to make such a connection.
Her walls went up, and the war was back on.
****
Jake Wills had seen the change within her. For a split second her defences had come down, and he’d seen the softening in her eyes. Zoe was scared to let anyone in. He understood her, but he wished he knew why. What had happened in her life for her to not trust anyone? No matter how many times he asked himself these questions, they would never be the true answers that Zoe, herself, could give him.
“Why are you here?” she asked. The attitude was back in place. Her bitch mode was locked on. She’d try to crush a fe
w balls and a lot of egos with her attitude. It was a damn good thing he’d spent the last thirty years keeping his ego firmly in place.
He placed a hand on either side of her head. She was a tiny little thing. Her gaze strayed to the muscles in his arms. Jake had learned early on how much she liked his muscles. Her gaze always strayed to them when he put them on display. If she liked the thought of seeing his strength, he was more than happy to show her where else he was well muscled. His cock thickened at the thought of being naked with her. He wanted her so badly. Nearly every night he woke up in a cold sweat with the need to release himself in her body.
“We saw you leave and figured we’d come and say hi to our woman,” he said. Connor and Brent were smiling at him. He felt their laughter but kept his gaze on the startled woman in front of him. They’d all agreed she was the right woman for them. Since they were all in high school together, all three of them had realised they found the same woman attractive. It was one piece of string that tightened their bond together as best friends. . They were thicker than any blood-related bond. Tighter than brothers, or at least he liked to think so. He would do anything for the two men at his side and vice versa. They owned a small house just on the corner of Law Castle. It overlooked the town square, and ‘round the back, the view of the mountains in winter was worth every penny they had spent. All three of them worked at Noah and Drew’s mechanic shop. When they weren’t working, they had their own hobbies, which brought in the extra money to pay for the house.
“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.”
