Which was kind of like having a double standard. They only had a few ménage encounters, and they chose who to sleep with if they were into her. But he was getting older. His brothers lost interest in that and were all so busy lately. So he wondered why now, why with Brighid did things feel different than ever before?
This type of relationship was serious and involved a true commitment. That was what lacked in other sexual encounters. They learned by watching their friends that it could mean so much more and make them feel complete and like a family. He wanted that.
He looked at her again as she talked, and he saw the difference in his brothers’ eyes as they spoke with her and in their body language. He felt it, too. It made Rusty wonder if Tobin was concerned about Brighid being the one for them because she’d slept with Rusty and Reece when she was drunk. Rusty had to admit that he worried about it too, but his gut clenched as he did, warning him that it wasn’t the case. Brighid wasn’t out for a good time, a quick fuck fest, an orgy. She was real. She truly had feelings for them, and she had the night they’d slept with her. He hadn’t been the same man since.
“I’ll be right back,” Tobin said, his eyes glued to the back of the room where the hallway and the ladies room was. Apparently Tobin didn’t like having Brighid out of his sight either.
* * * *
Brighid looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were nice and rosy, her eyes glistening with desire. Her breasts felt fuller, her pussy needy. It was so crazy. Part of her just wanted to give in and go home with the four St. James men and explore these feelings. But a larger part of her felt unsure because this whole situation was crazy. This had to be the craziest of situations for a woman to engage in a one-night stand when drunk and actually have deep feelings for the men she’d slept with, only to make a run for it and wind up practically in the arms of said two men’s brothers. Jesus, she couldn’t make this shit up it was so unreal. Why had she drunk that tequila?
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, the swell of her breasts, the deep cleavage in the blouse she wore.
How the hell could this be happening? Four brothers?. They are incredible, and damn it, you like all four of them. They want you.
Her heart began to race as her mind competed with the sporadic thoughts. I never imagined being involved in a ménage. Well, not a quadruple one, if that’s what it’s referred to as. Jesus. She fanned her face and then turned on the cool water and pressed it to her cheeks before turning off the faucet, reaching for a towel, and blotting her cheeks.
What if they ask me to go home with them? I have my friends staying at my place. I couldn’t do that. What would the girls think? Forget that. They were already asking for the key to her condo and telling her to go home with the St James brothers. Hell, every few seconds one of them was whispering in her ear with jealousy and comments about how fine the men were in all aspects of the word. She couldn’t believe the jealous feelings she had knowing her friends were undressing the men with their eyes. Get your own first responders.
She scrunched her eyes together and then shook her head. She couldn’t hide out in here much longer. They would think she’d taken off again.
She chuckled. God, that was a moment to remember.
She took a deep breath and then released it before pressing her palms down her short black skirt and looking at herself in the full-length mirror. Thank goodness she’d dressed to impress tonight.
As she walked out of the bathroom, she saw a man standing there waiting. She thought he looked familiar, and then he smiled.
“Brighid, wow, funny bumping into you here,” he said, and then it hit her. She remembered him from the office the other day.
“Hi, I’m sorry, I don’t think I got your name the other day.”
He eyed her over then caught himself staring at her breasts, which totally creeped her out, and he reached his hand out.
“Stark.”
She shook his hand and felt the odd vibes, especially when he didn’t release her hand right away.
“You look beautiful. Do you come here a lot?”
“Thank you, and no, I don’t. This is my first time. I’m here with friends.” She decided to follow those gut instincts of hers and get back to her friends. After all, she had an odd feeling that he had seen her walk into the ladies room and was waiting for her to come out.
“Well, I should get back to my friends. Enjoy the evening.” When she went to pass, he grabbed her wrist. She stopped short. He inhaled next to her. and she looked up into his dark grey eyes. A feeling of evilness, darkness fell over her body.
“I hope to see you again real soon.”
She pulled away and walked right into Tobin.
His arms wrapped around her waist, and he hauled her close, his hand landing over her ass as he maneuvered her into position against his hip.
His eyes never left Stark’s.
“Everything all right over here, baby?” he asked.
She placed her hand against Tobin’s chest and could feel her heart racing. She was actually a little scared, and she didn’t understand why.
Stark gave Tobin the once-over and then looked at her, almost giving her the evil eye.
“See you around, Brighid.” He walked away. She watched him disappear into the crowd of people, and Tobin gripped her hips and held her in front of him.
“Who the hell was that?” he asked ,and she held on to his forearms.
“I don’t really know him. I think he’s one of the customers from work. He came in the other day, and I went to help him, and then he said he had to go.”
“Does he have a name?”
“Stark. Why?”
“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”
She wondered if Tobin had seen Stark grab her wrist. She wasn’t going to bring it up. Instead, she ran her hands up his chest and then lay her cheek against it. She felt so safe in his arms, especially as he ran his hands along her back, caressing it. Then he began to walk her backward.
“Tobin?”
He grabbed her hand, and they headed down the hallway and to the back exit. He pushed the door open and then pulled her into his arms. He kissed her deeply, and she kissed him back. It was wild, erotic, and the feel of his muscles beneath her fingertips, countering his hard, large hands exploring her body, squeezing her ass, and then cupping her breast drove her wild.
When his hand went up her skirt on the left side, the side facing the building, she tightened up. What if someone saw? But there was no one around. It wasn’t even a parking lot or a garbage area. It was literally a side emergency exit.
His hand cupped her ass cheek and squeezed as he rocked his hips, his hard cock against her mound. He pulled from her mouth just as he ran a finger along the crack of her ass. The tip scalded her pussy.
“Oh God.” She moaned. He suckled the skin of her neck and chin. She gripped his shoulders.
“You taste so fucking delicious. I want you, Brighid. I want you to come home with my brothers and I and be our woman.”
“Oh, Tobin, God, this is insane. I can’t. I shouldn’t.”
He stopped kissing her and gripped her tighter and gave her hips, her ass cheek, a shake.
“Why the hell not?” he demanded to know. His tone sounded as desperate for an answer as she felt for more of his kisses..
Her lips were parted, and she stared at his eyes, those dark brown eyes that were filled with emotion, lust, and desire for her.
“For lots of reasons.”
“Name them,” he pushed.
Why did it feel as though she was being interrogated? He would want answers. He was a controlling man, a demanding one, and boy, did it arouse her. She felt the cream drip from her cunt. His finger pressed lower, deeper down the crack of her ass to her cunt.
“Your body knows. Why fight it?” he asked and kissed her lips and then her cheek and chin, nibbling on the curve of it.
“Because things are weird. I don’t know what you really think of me. I mean I told you I never sleep around, and that night with your brothers was so amazing, so different, and I was drunk, which is also something that never happens.”
“I believe you. So do Pat and the others.”
She shook her head. “I just feel so guilty about it all.”
He pulled his fingers away from her pussy and ass and fixed her skirt. He pressed the material down and then placed a hand over her shoulder and one on her hip, caging her in against the wall.
She watched him pull his lower lip between his teeth as he stared into her eyes then lower, over her lips and breasts, then back up again.
“You shouldn’t feel guilty because that night happened for a reason. It brought us together. Even meeting Pat and me the way you did was meant to be. Can’t you just see it that way instead of analyzing it? We all make mistakes, but sometimes what we think might have been mistakes turn out to be choices, the right ones, and it all works out.”
He cupped her cheek and his forearm leaned against her chest and shoulder. She reached up and held on to him. She stared up into his eyes. He was big and muscular, sexy, and smelled so good she inhaled just to keep smelling him and feeling his presence.
“I’m trying to.”
He took a small breath and released it. “How about this? How about you just follow your heart, your body, and it will work out.”
She gave a soft smile. “If I do that, then I’ll be in your bed tonight.”