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Eliza grabbed onto the sink in the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples so freaking hard they pushed against the tight top she wore. It was a classy, pretty outfit that was totally her style. She fell in love with it after one of the shoots and the designer. Since then she bought several of her outfits and noticed that a few of the lingerie designs mimicked the same style.
She stood up and washed her hands, dried them and then looked at herself in the small full-length mirror. She felt she looked pretty, not sexy or provocative. But the Hayes brothers looked at her like they could eat her up with their eyes. Lynch especially was so dark and mysterious, hard, maybe angry and indescribable. It made her so freaking nervous. My God, she was shaking, yet her pussy felt swollen and needy. She wanted to feel them touching her everywhere. She wanted to let go and trust them and let them do whatever they wanted to do with her and it was scary. But it was also appealing. Could she let go and be intimate with them?
Were they the right men to give her virginity to? Would they respect that she was a virgin or would they think she was even more immature because she was?
They were being so protective and asking so many questions. She knew she needed to come clean. To tell them about Luther’s and about college and her stupid bucket list. Tonight she needed to.
She took a deep breath and prepared herself for what came next. But as she exited the bathroom and saw Lynch standing there looking so big, so sexy and firm, she faltered and stopped where she was.
“Ready?” he asked firmly, nearly in a barking tone.
As she went to nod he took her hand and pulled her along. She hurried with him, trying not to trip as she kept up with his long strides.
“Where are the others?” she asked, her voice cracking. His abruptness was arousing her more and as he got to the big black SUV and opened the back door she saw Tazer behind the wheel.
Before she could step up onto the side step to get in, Lynch lifted her up and placed her onto the seat.
He slammed the door closed, his heavy thick thigh hit hers and she went to slide over but he reached over and lifted her onto his lap.
“Oh. Lynch,” she squealed, shocked at his move.
“I can’t take it any longer. Not the looks from other men, not talking about you posing in bikinis or lingerie. I want you all to myself. I want you period,” he said and kissed her deeply.
She felt the SUV speed up and make some fast turns.
Lynch explored her mouth with his tongue and then spread his thighs so she fell between them. Her legs widened and he moved his hand up between them, shocking her. She was on fire despite the taste of beer on his breath and the flash of a reminder of college and when she was attacked and how that smell of beer consumed her nostrils as the multiple hands touched her, lips forcibly kissed her and nails scraped her skin as they ripped her clothing.
When she felt Lynch’s fingers graze her panties she pulled from his mouth and tried sitting up.
“Lynch, wait,” she said and he hugged her to him.
“I’m sorry. God, I’m sorry if I scared you. I just want you so badly, baby. I can’t stand to think of you with anyone else but me and my brothers. You’re so beautiful,” he said and kissed her again and hugged her.
She knew she wasn’t afraid of him. She was letting the fear from her past get in the way.
He released her lips and she lifted up. He eased her upward, helping her. He looked sad, embarrassed maybe and he began to move her to the seat next to him.
“No. Like this,” she said and grabbed onto his shoulders and straddled his waist. He massaged her skirt upward so she could sit and she held onto his shoulders and stared him in the eyes.
She took a few unsteady breaths.
“You and your brothers wanted to know why I kept away from you guys. Why I couldn’t accept your guardianship or to get this close to you and just let go?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Yes,” Tazer mimicked from the front seat.
She hadn’t forgotten he was there. She was fine with that. With knowing he drove while his brother seduced her. It added to the thrill of it all.
“I assumed that Kenneth told you about what happened to me in college. But it’s obvious he didn’t. That he respected my wishes to keep it quiet.”
She felt the tears fill her eyes. He reached up and cupped her one cheek and squinted at her.
“Tell us,” he whispered.
She swallowed.
“I was attacked, at a party. Five drunk college guys dragged me into a room and planned on gang raping me.”
“What?”
She saw the instant show of anger on his face. The way he bit the inside of his cheek and the way his hands felt more snug against her.