“You guys are going to wear me out,” Zoe said. Her hand lay across his thigh. He stroked the contours of her palm feeling the ridges and smoothness of her skin.
“We’ll always make sure you get your rest. We’ll take care of you.”
“Do you promise?” she asked.
“It’s a lifetime guarantee, Zoe.”
Chapter Sixteen
For the next several weeks, life was perfect. Zoe couldn’t complain about a single thing. Brent, Jake, and Connor were all attentive. They hung out at The Dugout and took her back to their place most nights of the week. Sometimes, Connor would drive her back home if she needed the space. A great deal of the time, she wanted to spend time with them. Brent let her sit with him as he typed up his latest story. She asked questions about what he wrote, and he gave her one of his books to read.
She knew he’d been writing to keep his fantasies in check. Brent was fun-loving and carefree most of the time. She loved spending time with him as he didn’t ask too many questions, and he was always happy to do something else when they got bored.
Jake took her up to his studio. She did the same with his hobby as she did with Brent. Zoe asked plenty of questions to try to let him know she was interested in everything he did. With Connor she knew she needed to take plenty of walks after watching him. His food was to die for. The melt in your mouth type of food could easily describe his talent. What she also found out was Connor was a bit of a show-off in the kitchen. He loved the attention he got from her. She teased him about it all the time.
Whenever she asked about his past though, he’d cut her off. His past and parents were a no go area.
At night, they made love to her in so many different ways. All of her men were insatiable and wanted her every second of the day. Jake took her while she watched him paint. The tender way he made love to her made her heart ache with need to be his completely. Brent drew out her passion. His writing made him insatiable. He would test new positions on her, then go and sit naked at his computer and write.
Connor was the most forceful of all three. He demanded control at every opportunity. She did as he said, as otherwise he didn’t play. Zoe knew it had to do with his past. It was the only part of him she didn’t understand or know. She’d talked with all three men about growing up with her parents and then the hell of the foster system. It was hard at first. Over time she knew they wouldn’t judge her.
She walked down the stairs after spending the weekend with all three men. Jake and Brent had left for the morning. Connor was in the kitchen finishing up. It had been a month since she’d decided to stay in Law Castle. She still had her own apartment as there were days she stayed there. Moving in hadn’t come up in conversation, and that she was happy with. Sharing a home was a huge step, and she didn’t know how she would feel about taking such a step so early on in their relationship.
“Morning, honey. Did you sleep well?” Connor asked.
She nodded her head, grabbing a cup of coffee from the counter. He was sealing boxes up ready to take to the bakery. His products were the best.
His broodiness had started to show over the last couple of days. Jake and Brent showed their usual concern but never voiced them. She stared at Connor and felt the underlying tension within him.
“What did your parents do to you?” she asked. His head shot up as he glared at her.
“That is none of your concern.”
The writing on the boxes became erratic as he finished up the packaging.
“I think it is my concern. You’re not the same, Connor. Something is bothering you, and I want to know what.”
He threw the box of cookies on the floor. The delicious biscuits lay useless on the floor. “Leave it alone.” Connor stormed out of the room, running up the stairs. Zoe knew she should leave him alone. She couldn’t do it.
Moving off the chair she followed him up the stairs. He was in his room changing clothes. She noticed how neat his room was. Everything had a place, and nothing appeared dirty or out of place.
“I’ve got to get to work,” he said.
“You can talk to me, Connor.”
“Why? Because you were a foster kid and know all about fucking pain.” She winced at his condescending tone. “There are some things, princess, you don’t need to know or understand.”
His anger exploded. She squealed as he threw the chest of drawers to the floor. The chaos in the room looked out of place. She covered her ears as he smashed pictures and art work. He was like a crazed animal finally letting loose after being trapped for so long. She noticed he didn’t ruin any of the pictures with Jake and Brent. Everything else was fair game. His bedroom looked like a pit when he was finished.