The Bad Boys' Reluctant Woman(35)

“You share me with two of your friends. You don’t really have me,” she said.

Jake stared down into her eyes. She looked so insecure, and he hated himself for putting that insecurity there. “You’re our woman, Zoe. We will never share you with anyone else. This is what Brent, Connor, and I wanted. You’re what I want.” He kissed her lips. “Okay?” he asked.

After a time, she nodded her head. “Okay, I don’t like other women touching your ass. If no other man is touching mine besides you, Connor, and Brent then I want the same.”

“That’s not fair. You’ve got three men while I only have you,” he said, teasing her.

“No, you’ve got one woman and two men. Brent and Connor can touch your ass any time they’d like.” She smiled sweetly at him.

“You’re a vixen. There is no way any of those two is coming near my ass. It is staying pure. I promise.”

She smiled at him. He took her hand. “May I introduce you to a friend?”

“Yes, I’ll be embarrassed, but I think I deserve it.”

****

Brent was waiting for Jake and Zoe to return as Connor came back. He looked pale, but there was relief on his face as well. Chloe stood against the wall admiring the tools. The girls who had been admiring the guys had disappeared.

“Where’s Jake?” Connor asked.

“Gone to get our girl. This one here decided to scare her off.”

“Hey, how was I to know your girl would be the possessive type?” Chloe said, folding her arms over her chest.

“You always loved shit stirring, Chloe.”

“Hi, Chloe,” Connor said, making no move to touch her.

“How have you been, Connor?”

“Fine.”

Jake walked in with a big grin on his face. “Our jealous kitten is ready to say hello. Chloe, this is Zoe, our possessive woman. Zoe, this is Chloe, a sister to a friend.”

“Nice to meet you,” Chloe said.

“Likewise.”

“The guys would like you,” Chloe said, eyeing Zoe.

“Guys?” Connor asked.

“Yes, there is a get-together tonight at Stefan’s place. He wants you all to come, and you’re invited as well,” she said to Zoe.

“I can’t make it. I’m working at The Dugout tonight. Steve gave me the job, and I don’t want to call in sick,” Zoe said.

“No problem. They intend to move their party to The Dugout. You’ll be more than welcome to meet them there.” Chloe looked at her watch. “I’ve got to go. See you all later.”

“Where’s Vicki?” Zoe asked.

“She said she had some stuff to do and she’d see you at work.”

“Are you guys okay if I hang out here awhile? I don’t want to change for work, and I’m more than happy to stay here.”

“It would be our pleasure,” Brent said.

She took a seat on a work bench as they began working. Brent was conscious of her presence. Noah and Drew walked out and stared at her.

“Is she real, or do we have a statue now?” Noah asked.

“She’s real. Zoe, meet Noah and Drew, our bosses.”

They shook her hand. “No hanky-panky in the workplace, guys. See you at Stefan’s later, and don’t forget to close up.” They both left.

“I’m starting to think we own this shop,” Brent said.

“What do you do in your spare time, Jake?” Zoe asked.

“What?”

Brent was interested in where this conversation was going.

“Brent writes and Connor bakes. What do you do?” she asked.

“He’s never told us what he does. It is top secret. We know he likes to paint, but we’re not allowed in his space. I bet he’s got some porno crap going on,” Brent said.

“I don’t get that. You all share a house together, and you have no idea what Jake does with his spare time?”

“I always figured he was using the attic room to jerk off or something,” Connor said.

“Bite me.” Jake punched Connor as he passed.

“I paint,” Jake said after some time.

“You paint? That's it?” Brent asked.

“Yes, nothing fancy. I like to paint, and that’s what I do in the attic. Why do you think our decor in the house is so good? That’s what I do to earn extra cash.”

“Cool,” Zoe said.

“Cool, you’re not going to ask to see them.”

She shook her head. Brent chuckled at the incredulous look Jake shot her.

“I better make my way over to work,” she said.

“Will you be okay?” Connor asked. Vicki pulled up outside the mechanic shop.

“I figured you’d want a ride,” Vicki said, walking inside.