He swallowed hard. She heard him and watched him stutter to ask the next question.
She shook her head.
“They weren’t successful.”
She felt the SUV stop. She heard the engine stop and then a moment later the side door opened. Tazer leaned over the doorframe.
“This is why you finished college online? Why you moved to that apartment just last year and had been living with your dad up until last year?” Tazer asked.
“I wasn’t quite ready to live alone.”
“What’s going on?” Parker asked.
“Let’s go inside and talk,” Lynch said to her and she nodded her head and went to move but he squeezed her against him.
He slid along the seat and they got out. She felt the warm summer air against her ass and knew her skirt was lifted to her waist as he carried her inside of their house. She hugged him tight, found comfort in his size and his strength as his brothers followed them. She couldn’t believe she was in their home, and as her eyes absorbed the size of the upscale mansion she was in awe.
“Oh God, this is huge,” she said to them.
“Welcome to our home, Eliza Grace,” Tazer said as he leaned against her back, moved her hair away from her neck and kissed her skin. She closed her eyes and relished in the feel of being sandwiched between these two large men, and then she felt Tazer’s palms caress along her hips. His fingers curled around her thin panties as he squeezed her hips. She could sense how large his hands were against her hips and ass and it made her part her lips and shiver.
She wanted more, but then she felt him release his hold and then Lynch carried her into their large living room.
He sat down on the couch. It was leather in a light beige color. There were lots of masculine colored pillows and even a stone fireplace done up with rustic décor. A copper pot, a set of copper fireplace tools and various types of ornate pottery she was surprised to see. They had bold colors and brought out the deep burgundy in the curtains against the windows and the floral arrangement in the center of the coffee table. It looked like something that came from a magazine, and she had a feeling they had a personal designer create the style they wanted.
Lynch cupped her cheek and jaw with one hand. Even that move stimulated her senses and intimidated her at the same time.
“Tell us about your fears and about this attempted gang rape in college.”
“What?” Burker asked and she didn’t turn to look at him. Instead she repeated what she started to say in the SUV and then explained the rest.
“It was a large house party at one of the sorority houses. Everyone had been drinking a lot and my friends and I arrived late. There was this group of guys who were being rowdy and trying to get me to talk with them and drink with them. I refused. But when I went to use the bathroom and some friends waited down the hallway, there was all this chaos going on in the rooms and people were cheering for this hockey team that just arrived after winning a huge game and two of the guys grabbed me.” She swallowed hard and felt the tears emerge. She needed to tell them so they would understand her fears and help her get through this.
Lynch caressed her thighs and held her gaze.
“What happened next?” he asked.
“They were drunk. They were chanting for this one guy to make a move and I tried to run back toward the door but he grabbed me and kissed me. His breath smelled like beer and his hands were all over me. I was trying to fight him off when I felt my skirt being ripped and hands moving under it and to my panties. I freaked out and pulled from them and kicked the one guy in the groin.”
“Good girl,” Burker said from behind her.
“The other came at me and struck me hard. I went flying. They were a lot bigger than me. There were five of them against me, but I just kept screaming for help and swinging my arms. They ripped my blouse, grabbed at me, touching me everywhere and I reached for whatever I could grab and struck the other guy with a lamp. Luckily my friends who were waiting on me heard my screams as well as things crashing and guys yelling and carrying on. They grabbed other guy friends and knocked down the door to stop them just as one of the guys lifted me up and tackled me to the couch.”
“Jesus,” Parker said.
“I was so scared, Lynch. I still have nightmares about it.”
He rubbed her arms. “Still? You haven’t seen anyone to talk to them about it?”
She shook her head. “It’s gotten better, except recently,” she said and lowered her eyes.
He cupped her cheeks and tilted her head up toward him. Tazer sat on the couch next to them and Parker and Burker stood behind the couch facing her.
“Why recently? Has someone been bothering you? Did something happen and some guys try to hurt you?” Parker asked.