Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(45)

       
         
       
        

He might have tied himself to Tori. He might even be able to keep her, but if he did, he stood a good chance of losing his brothers.

Rory's face had flushed a vibrant red. "Tell me you were gentle with her. She's not experienced."

"How did you know that?" Now he could feel his own fury building. "Callum wasn't the only one who got caught with his hands in the honey pot?"

"Don't talk about her like that," Callum said through clenched teeth.

He didn't like the possessive tone in his brother's voice. Callum needed to understand what had transpired tonight and what would happen tomorrow because of it. Oliver had made his bed with his impatient dick. Now they would all have to lie in it. "I'll talk about her any way I like. I took her virginity, so she's my responsibility now. You two will keep your hands off her."

"You can't treat her like she's property, Oliver," Rory shot back, grinding his teeth.

"I can and I will. If she turns up pregnant, I'll be forced to marry her and she'll be your sister-in-law. That episode in the conference room will be the last such incident I'll abide."

"Pregnant? You might have gotten her pregnant?" Rory breathed the words like they were some sort of secret that could kill them all. "Don't you carry condoms?"

Of all the things he was ashamed of, this ranked among the highest. "I imagined she was on the pill."

He couldn't tell his brothers that while he'd been in her arms he hadn't thought about anything except her. Nothing else had existed except her arms around him, her body against his. He hadn't been smart enough to don a condom.

"You bastard!" Callum shouted and ran for him, a threatening fist cocked.

Oliver took a punch hard to the jaw that almost had him seeing stars. Pain exploded through his head. He fell to the ground before he knew it.

Callum pounced on top of him and reared back again, fist at the ready. "You ruined everything."

"Stop it, you two." Rory tried to shove his way between them.

Across the room, he heard a loud crash. "Out!"

Tori stood stiffly, the remnants of tears streaking her face as she shouted at him. Could this bloody night get any worse?

Callum rolled off him, perched on his knees. "Tori, love, we need to talk. I don't care what you did with him. It was his fault. He tricked you."

"I didn't trick her." Rubbing at the ache in his jaw, he got to his feet and was stunned by the utterly delicious sight of Tori standing in her living room, holding an umbrella like a damn female warrior. Her eyes were lit with fire and her robe gaped open the slightest bit, exposing creamy skin. Despite everything, his dick flared to life again at the sight of her. 

"Get out." She stood her ground, her stare falling on each of them as if assessing her enemies.

"Tori, I agree my brothers need to leave, but you and I have to talk." It was time to tone down the emotion and get reasonable. Oliver knew he'd been a bastard to her. No matter what she'd done, she deserved to have her first sexual experience be more memorable than a couple of thrusts, followed by her lover railing at her because she'd been a virgin. He'd made a hack of the whole thing. Once Callum and Rory were gone, he would talk to her, apologize, make it up to her.

"I meant you, too. Get out of my apartment."

If he left her now, he doubted he would be allowed back in. "Don't you think we should talk about this here, rather than at the office?"

"I quit. Get out. All of you."

"Love, I don't know what he did but I'll fix it. I'll make you happy," Callum vowed.

"You can't quit," Rory said. "We've already talked about this."

"Bill me, assholes. Now, out. All of you," Tori insisted, her voice firm.

The situation was spinning out of control. If only his brothers hadn't shown up, he might have been able to salvage it. "Both of you leave now."

"All of you," Tori snarled. "This is my last warning."

Like soft little Tori was really going to hurt anyone. Oliver shook his head and stepped toward her. "I'm not leaving, darl-"

Before he could finish speaking, she whapped him with the umbrella. Suddenly, he was stumbling across her flat and trying to find his footing. The pain wasn't bad, but Oliver found himself scrambling to get out of her way. He stumbled toward the door, and his brothers followed suit as Tori bore down on them, weapon in hand.

She swung a few times, her eyes wild, and backed them into the hallway before any of them thought to fight back against the petite brunette whom they each outweighed by four stones of muscle.