"Lie down on the bed and spread your legs, Kinley," Dominic commanded. He tugged at his T-shirt, pulling it over his head and revealing a gloriously cut chest. His sweatpants rode low on his lean hips. The longer she stared, the more the notches on the sides made her mouth water.
"Pet?" he asked sharply.
Law tugged on her hand, gesturing her toward the bed. "Lie down. It's time to get you ready. We're going to make sure you're so wet and soft that we'll slide right in."
They were going to take her body, her virginity. They were going to merge with her and give her an experience-a knowledge-she'd never had before.
Kinley climbed onto the bed and opened herself to them.
With eager fingers, Law tore at his jeans, shoving them down. His thick cock came into view. Kinley stared, wide-eyed, as she took in the sight. It wasn't that she'd never seen a penis before. She certainly had. Not in person, but she'd seen pictures. Law went so far beyond those flat, almost inanimate pictures. Thick and fully erect, his member stood against his belly, nearly touching his navel. His whole body looked like a work of art, every muscle lovingly chiseled and handcrafted.
He climbed on the bed beside her. "Don't just stare, Kinley. Touch me."
Law laid himself out for her, as open to her as she was to them. He offered himself to her. Kinley couldn't wait to take him.
With a shaking hand, she reached out to touch him, sighing as she wrapped her fingers around his velvety yet hard shaft. But more, she felt the connection between them with just that one touch.
With hot, hooded eyes, Dominic watched them.
And Kinley felt as if she'd finally found her place.
* * * *
Riley took a long swig of Scotch. Nothing was going to make him sleep tonight. Summer nights in Alaska were brutally short, but it wasn't the lack of darkness keeping him in the kitchen now. It was the fact that if he wanted to get to bed, he would have to walk right past Kinley's room where Law and Dominic were undoubtedly relieving her of her virginity right this freaking second.
No, he didn't want to walk by and overhear that … and know he could be in there. His brothers were claiming her, no doubt. They were going to fall in love. While it lasted, he'd be left out in the cold.
What the fuck was he going to do?
Sometimes he felt like Dominic was completely content to just wander through life, while Law was looking for the fantasy that didn't exist. Riley wasn't sure what to do, but he knew he wanted more than one casual fuck after another. He wanted a family. He wanted kids to shelter and protect, who never had to endure the poverty and desperation he had growing up. He wanted to make up for everything he'd lost out on by giving his own children a great life.
Riley flicked on his computer and turned to one of the news feeds. His system was fully set up to catch the news channels from Black Oak's satellite system. The feed wasn't as clear here as it would be inside the work compound, but it was enough to keep Riley in the loop.
But having the news drone on in the background didn't distract him. Why the hell couldn't he let go of the crushing, wretched feeling of rejection Simone had handed him years ago?
Until her, no one had ever hurt him. He'd never given anyone that power. But the first time he'd tried to open up and trust, the one time he'd come really close to getting what he wanted, she'd cruelly slammed the door in his face.
Simone had been well educated. She'd seemed so free and open. He'd decided it was time to take the next step, and she'd been right there. Dominic liked her, and since Law never really liked much of anyone, Riley was content that his brother seemed able to put up with her.
He'd even picked out a house for all of them to live in.
But she'd laughed as she'd said "no." Riley had figured out in that moment that no woman would willingly tackle society's opinions to be with them. Dominic had tried to let him go his own way with no fuss, and Riley knew he stood a better chance of having the future he sought if he took a woman of his own. Deep down, that wasn't what he wanted, but he'd been trying to resign himself anyway.
And then Kinley waltzed in with her damn chocolate-colored eyes and those bouncy honey curls he wanted to sink his fingers into. If he had a redo, he'd be in her room right now, fucking the living hell out of her … except for one small problem.
Kinley was the kind of woman men fought wars for and sang songs to. And there was no way that woman married three men.
No.
Fucking.
Way.
She was too good, too sweet, too kind. She'd made it her life mission to help the damn poor, for god's sake. He would fall for her in a way he'd never fallen for Simone, and inevitably she would either laugh in his face when he asked her to marry him or crumble the first time some society bitch or a tabloid called her a whore for having three men. Either way, she'd be gone.