She thought about that a moment. She could do this. She could handle the four Hayes brothers and totally get through tonight without any further problems.
As they exited the door, there stood Tazer and Lynch.
“You didn’t need to wait for us,” she said to them as Missy Ann hurried ahead of them.
“We thought otherwise,” Tazer said to her and pressed his hand to her lower back as he guided her from the hallway.
She stepped aside. His hand was huge against her lower back and he towered over her. Why Tazer and even Lynch made her feel so immature, fragile and not old enough for them she didn’t know. But they were beyond intimidating to her. She felt her body shaking and had that sensation again in her gut. The fear of what all men young or old were capable of. She felt inferior, sort of out of control whenever one of the Hayes brothers was close. Tonight, with each of them acting so possessive and as if they were her private bodyguards, she felt more frazzled. She stopped short and turned toward Tazer. She had to tilt her head way back to look at him and when she did, she caught herself taking a retreating step. He was hard. From his firm, muscular jaw to the way his dark, almost black eyes bored into hers. His shoulders were pulled back and his arms at his sides but he looked pumped, ready for action, to make a move, to attack. He looked over her lips and she felt it. She freaking felt the enticing glance and parted her lips. But before she could tell him anything she thought of, like I don’t need you this close to me, protecting me, guarding me, he reached out, took her hand and pulled her back toward the hallway.
Lynch followed. She thought he did, but now her heart was racing and she tried keeping up with his long strides in the high heels she wore when he pushed open the back door and then pulled her into his arms and against the wall.
“Oh.” She gasped as she gripped his waist when he cupped her cheeks. “Enough of the bullshit,” he said in a deep, angry, sexy tone that had her gasping just as he covered her mouth and kissed her. It was craziness. Pure, raw sexual craziness she never experienced before or even heard of.
He devoured her moans, crushed his body to hers, validating his control and also the difference in their size and capabilities. She couldn’t resist his control, his strength, his power or the possessive way he kissed her and caressed her body. She didn’t want to. Her body reacted without thought, without reservation as she kissed him back, ran her hands up his back as he pulled her away from the wall and grabbed her ass. His hands felt incredibly good, hard, commanding as he squeezed and caressed her ass while he pumped his hips against her and kissed her even deeper. When his mouth left hers to kiss along her jaw, her neck and then lower she gasped, panted and lost complete focus of where they were and what he was doing to her.
As his tongue lapped against the cleavage of her tank top then lowered, she looked down to see his mouth and tongue working into the cup of her bra then pushing the strapless bra lower. It was all too much. The sight of her nipple, the feel of her aroused breast and then Tazer latching onto it. She looked around them, suddenly feeling so exposed when she caught sight of Lynch. That hard, dark expression he shared with his brothers bored into her. His well-kempt beard, the thick black hair and dark black eyes took her breath away and she moaned as she came, right there, in Tazer’s arms, with his mouth over her breast, feasting on her.
“Fuck,” she heard Lynch say then felt his hands on her cheeks and just as she locked gazes with him as her cream dripped between her legs and embarrassment at coming like this in Tazer’s arms hit her, Lynch covered her mouth and kissed her.
She was moaning when she felt Tazer release her breast then lower down to his knees. His mouth landed on her belly button as he swirled his tongue over it and her belly ring. Then he explored lower. She felt his hands move under her skirt against her thighs and then reality struck. She was so overstimulated she thought she may not be able to stop the desire to feel more and to let them take her right here against the wall. It would be a meaningless fuck. They were men. Men with skills and capabilities that obviously went beyond the battlefield and their professions and into the realms of knowing a woman’s body to the point of making her weak. She couldn’t be weak. She wouldn’t let them take her like this.
She pulled from Lynch’s mouth and shoved at Tazer’s hands.
“Stop. It’s too much,” she said and Tazer looked so wild and aroused. His lips were wet, his hands firm on her thighs under her skirt with his thumbs inches, maybe centimeters from her pussy. She felt her cunt spasm a little and Lynch reached over and fixed her top.