Chapter Two
“What the hell is she doing here dressed like that?” Rogan Brooks asked his brothers. Unbeknownst to Rachel, he was standing in the shadows of the building watching the whole scene. Rachel Morgan was just about the hottest piece of ass to ever walked through Stone River, Texas, and the Brooks brothers were only red-blooded men. They had fantasized along with the rest of the male population about getting the wild little filly saddle broke, but not one of them had ever made a move or laid a hand on her until tonight.
Of course she hadn’t been single for the last few years either. She had been with that disgusting piece of cow shit, Mitch Edwards. He was the mayor’s son, and the local playboy wannabe. Now that she was single, she was apparently ready to get back into the dating scene, and after years of fantasizing and dreaming about her, the four Brooks brothers finally had their chance. The little girl they had known her whole life had grown up to be a stunning, intelligent woman with a sparkle that outshined everyone around her. Rogan hadn’t wanted a serious relationship with a woman other than Rachel since the night she'd turned twenty-one.
She probably didn’t even remember the events of the night, but after she toasted her birthday a few too many times, Rogan had been the one to drive her and her best friend, Zoey, home. He would never forget the weight of her in his arms and against his chest as he carried her from the car to the house, and left her on the sofa in her mother’s care. At first he had scolded himself, feeling guilty that he was having dirty thoughts about a woman so much younger than he was, but as she grew older and came into her own, he realized her age didn’t matter. Rachel was who he wanted. He just hadn’t quite figured out how to tell her yet.
“I don’t know, but she is definitely looking for trouble tonight. Did you see how her cheeks got real pink when Parker grabbed her? I think she likes a little bit of rough play,” Hudson said with a groan and a chuckle.
“What’s next?” Rogan asked impatiently. “I know we said we were going to give her some time, but damn it, I don’t want her to go fu-cking some random guy.”
That sobered his brothers, and soothed his frustration. They were all in agreement. She was the perfect woman to handle the four Brooks brothers. Since they were teenagers, they had been sharing women amongst them for sex. Sometimes one woman for every two brothers, and occasionally one for all four of them, but never one to keep. Now they had a chance, and it looked like it was about to be washed away with a bottle of Tequila.
“Let’s go. If she wants to drink, dance, and play pool, she’s going to have more company than she ever imagined. And if she wants to go home with someone, it will be us,” Parker said, and the other three brothers nodded in agreement.
They headed into the bar, and Rogan’s eyes scanned the room looking for a waterfall of brown curls on top of a delicious curvy body. Sawyer spotted her first, leaning against the bar chatting with a local ranch hand. She had her arms crossed under her small breasts pushing them up and out, much to Rogan’s dismay and delight. She was in full throttle flirt mode, and he wanted to shut it down immediately.
Walking across the bar as a unit they surrounded her, with Hudson slipping in between her and the drooling cowboy she had been chatting with, and Parker and Sawyer on her right.
“Hey!” she yelped in surprise as Rogan’s arms went around her waist, and he pulled her back up against his chest. The bare skin of her belly was soft and warm, and he knew he would never forget that moment. She felt so perfect in his arms, and her fresh scent flooded his brain.
“Hey there, sexy. I hear you said hi to my brothers but didn’t stick around to say hello to me. I’m hurt,” he said with a playful pout, and she rolled her eyes giggling.
“Is that the story they told? I don’t quite remember it that way. I seem to recall Parker threatening me, then Hudson delaying me from my plans, Sawyer bossing me around, and finally Parker playing daddy, and manhandling me,” she said with a sigh, but he nearly groaned out loud when she settled more firmly into him instead of pulling away.
“I haven’t even started manhandling you yet, sunshine. Although I would be happy to play with you anytime, but I prefer to be called Parker over daddy,” Parker said, and her eyes grew wide. She stared into the mirror over the bar at the four men surrounding her.
Rogan wondered what was going through her pretty little head when her eyes glazed over slightly, and her heart rate increased. She shook her head as though to clear her thoughts and frowned.
“Guys, you’re seriously cramping my style. No man is going to want to get close to me with all four of you hanging around,” she said in a pleading tone.
“Good,” Sawyer muttered under his breath, and Rogan grinned.
“That’s the idea,” Hudson said, and Rachel’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head.
“Huh?”
“Rachel, we get it. You just broke up with Mitch, and you’re trying to prove something. To yourself, or to him, it doesn’t matter. What does matter is that we don’t want you playing the field. We want you to come home with us,” Rogan said, bending to kiss the top of her head lightly. She stared into his mirror image in shock, but her body was pulsing in his arms. Whether she admitted it or not, she wanted them.
“Come on, stop playing around, guys,” she said with a toss of her hair.
Silence reigned for a few heartbeats, and then Parker slid his hand up her arm until he was gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger forcing her to look him in the eyes. “Rachel, think about it. Four men who want to please you, and give you more orgasms than you can imagine.”
She snorted in disbelief still staring into Parker’s eyes. “Would you stop teasing me? It’s really rather rude.”
Rogan could see Parker’s jaw clench in frustration. Parker hated being denied. Rachel was going to learn the hard way about his Alpha male nature if she kept it up. He knew he had to interfere before the two of them began spitting fire at each other.
“So what exactly is your plan for the evening, Rach?” Rogan said softly, regaining her attention.
She blinked, and her tongue darted out to lick her full lips. Rogan wanted to capture those lips with his own, and worship them with his tongue. He wondered if she had any idea how many fantasies she had created in his brain with that quick little unconscious gesture. Her almost bare back was still pressed against his abdomen, and he knew she could feel his erection through his jeans. Just to tease her, he lightly grazed his thumb over the delicate jewel hanging from her navel. Her sharp intake of breath told him he was successful.
“I’m going to finish my drink, and then I suppose I’m going to ask some lonely cowboy to dance with me,” she said, gripping her glass tighter in her hands. She didn’t push him away from her, so Rogan continued to trace his finger over the petal soft skin of her belly.
“You have four lonely cowboys right here, ask away,” Sawyer said with a grin.
She shook her head slightly, and blinked rapidly. “What is going on? You guys have barely spoken to me for nearly a year, and all of a sudden you want me to participate in some sort of raunchy gang bang?”
“You weren’t exactly on the market, honey, but now that you cut that douche bag Mitch loose, you’re fair game,” Hudson said softly, and Rogan could see his brother’s hand stroking up and down Rachel’s exposed thigh. A shiver went through her body, and her breathing sped up.
“Fair game? So now I’m a prize. Like a stuffed animal at the carnival? Really, guys this isn’t funny.” Her gorgeous brown eyes were snapping with irritation now, and her cheeks were flushed pink. Rogan had to steel his own nerves not to flip her over his lap for thinking so lowly of herself.
“Rach, you’re a prize alright, but I wouldn’t compare you to stuffed animal. More like a gold medal for an athlete. Of course, I would prefer to not have to compete, but if you need to dance, then let’s dance,” he said, as he spun her bar stool around so she was facing him, and pulled her up off the seat.
He didn’t give her time to argue or agree. He just pulled her along with him toward the dance floor. The sound of Toby Keith’s husky baritone voice filled Rogan’s ears, as he pulled her compact little body against his big frame. Her head fit perfectly under his chin, and her pert breasts pressed tightly against his ribs. He let his hands settle on the curve of her lower back, and the rise of her ass, and he began to sway the two of them to the music.
After several moments Rachel tipped her head to look up at him warily. Doing so gave him an unimpeded view straight down the open collar of her shirt, and into her cleavage. His cock thickened in his jeans, and his mouth grew wet thinking about licking his way down to that sensitive crevice.
“Rogan? I’m not sure what’s going on, but I don’t need babysitters. I’m a big girl, and I came here tonight to have a good time. I don’t want anyone feeling obligated to take care of me,” she said with a determined tilt to her sharp little chin.
Rogan chuckled, and dropped a quick kiss on her upturned lips, drawing a startled gasp from her. “Rachel, obligated is the last thing I feel toward you right now. I can guess what you came here to do, and I’m offering our services. If you look to your left you’ll see my brothers watching us closely, waiting for their turn to hold you tonight. That should be enough to prove we aren’t playing with you.”
She turned her head, and her mouth dropped open in surprise. Rogan thought for a moment that she even stopped breathing, until she turned confused eyes back to him, and he realized they were shimmering with tears.
“I don’t like being the butt of the joke,” she whispered, and he growled low in his throat in exasperation.
“Damn it, woman, we’re not fu-cking playing with you,” he snapped, and she stepped backwards instinctively moving away from his angry words. He gripped her wrists, and pulled her along with him until they stood before his three brothers, who looked at him questioningly. “She doesn’t believe we actually want her. She thinks we’re playing a joke on her.”
“fu-ck that!”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Shit.”
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Rachel could feel the hot blush that stole up her cheeks and down her throat to her chest. Her heart skipped a beat as they all turned glares of disbelief on her. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath, and she could feel her body becoming hot and tingly surrounded by their four muscular bodies.
“I just don’t get it, why now?” she finally managed to choke out.
“We told you, you broke up with Mitch,” Hudson said, with a shrug of his shoulders. “We may have a reputation, but we aren’t home wreckers. You and Mitchy-boy were pretty tight for a while, and we weren’t trying to ruin your life.”
“So if I had been single earlier—” she was trying hard to wrap her brain around it. This was the Brooks brothers. The four hottest men in town, and they were asking her to have a group sex orgy with them. It was beyond comprehension.
Rogan interrupted her musings, “We agreed to give you some time to get over your break up, but then you showed up at the bar looking hot as sin, and twice as dangerous, and…shit…woman you’re giving half the men at the bar wet dreams to last them the next decade.”
“Why are you out here displaying your body for strangers, Rachel?” Parker asked. Of the four of them, he intimidated her the most. There was something about his cool controlled demeanor that exuded power, and made her want to drop to her knees at his feet and beg him to touch her. Honestly, with Hudson on her left, Rogan behind her, Parker on her right, and Sawyer in front of her, she was in the perfect position to drop to her knees. The dirty thought rang in her brain making her pu-ssy clench.
“Because I was hoping a stranger might bite,” she answered with the automatic bratty tone she knew got under Parker’s skin.
“Oh, I promise you I’ll bite, baby,” Sawyer said with a playful grin, and before she could react, he bent down and took her ear lobe between his teeth biting gently.
She moaned and her knees buckled at the erotic sensation. Sawyers arms wrapped around her, holding her up and cupping her ass at the same time he pressed a gentle kiss to her neck just below her ear.
“Shit, baby, if you react like that when it’s just your ear in my mouth, I wonder how you’ll react when I bite your pretty little nipples,” he murmured, and white hot fire shot through Rachel’s body straight to her clit.
Her hands came up to rest against his chest, and she tipped her head back to look up at him with slightly blurry vision. “They’re very sensitive,” she whispered, and then instantly realized she had spoken out loud, when three identical groans sounded from around her. Sawyer’s sensuous lips spread into a wide smile.
“Good, I can’t wait to taste them,” he responded, his words making her tremble in his arms.
“Come home with us, Rachel,” Rogan said from just over her shoulder, and she turned her wide eyes in his direction.
She stared into his dark brown eyes, not exactly sure what she was looking for but knowing this decision was going to alter her life monumentally.
“Let us take you home, and make you ours,” Sawyer said, running his hands in sexy circles over her ass cheeks. He pressed her tighter to his body, and she could feel the bulge under his zipper against her belly. His words were a heavy weight in her brain though, and she froze.
“For tonight?” she asked, and she waited as the four men had a silent exchange between them.
“Trust us. Give us at least the weekend, Rachel,” Hudson said softly, and she felt her heart jump again.
“You guys are crazy,” she said quietly, hearing the doubt and fear in her own voice.
“Yep, probably but, sexy lady, we aren’t joking,” Rogan said, moved up against her back. Sawyer pulled his arms back and Rogan’s hands came around her middle until his thumbs were stroking over the soft undersides of her breasts. She moaned while he ground his hard cock against the small of her back.
“And what if I decline?” She turned her head to the side so she could see Parker close the gap between them. She could feel Hudson’s body against her other side, and her brain grew fuzzy from their proximity. Being surrounded by all four of them, in the middle of the town’s hottest bar, was not how she had envisioned tonight going, but she couldn’t deny her physical response to them. Her eyes were fastened on Parker’s as he reached up to grip her chin in his hand.
“Then we walk away, and you go back to playing bar tease,” Parker said, letting his anger harden his tone.
“I didn’t say I was declining, but a girl’s got to know all of her choices. What exactly happens at the end of the weekend?” she asked with a small smile at his upset.
“You get to decide that on Sunday. Hopefully you will have fallen madly in love with all of us, and want to stay at the ranch forever,” Hudson said playfully, and Rachel jerked her head around to glare at him. How could he joke about love and forever? That was ridiculous. It was just sex, and that was all it would ever be.
“Cut that shit out. I may be young, but I’m not stupid. Here’s the deal, I won’t lie and say I’m not intrigued by your offer, but I don’t want false promises. If you want sex, I can do sex. Hell, I can’t even pretend I don’t want to have sex with you,” she paused, swallowing hard, “I will willingly spend the weekend with you—with all of you—on one condition.” She met Sawyer’s hot gaze as she tipped her head back. The back of her head rested against Rogan’s hard chest, and she could feel his breath on her temple.
“Name it.”
“Sunday night we all walk away friends. No harm no foul. We act as if nothing ever happened, and no one gets hurt. Sex is all I want right now guys. I’m not in the market for more, and no matter what you might say right now, you don’t want more,” she said with a small shake of her head. She felt apprehensive, but determined.