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She wondered what food they would be serving. She’d occupy her time stuffing her face and take that as a win.
Chapter Four
Zac Archer downed his drink in one go. So did Gage Miller and Reid Flemming, his adopted brothers, since they were ten years old.
Their parents had been servants, gardeners, and chauffeurs for the Keller household until the mini-bus that they had been in veered off the road and killed all six of them instantly. They’d been on their way to a staff lunch, courtesy of the Kellers.
Riddled with guilt, Daniel Keller, their adopted father, had taken them in after they’d been left as orphans. He hadn’t had any children of his own, and he refused to marry again after the one true love of his life cheated on him. He brought Zac, Gage, and Reid up as his heirs, imprinting on them the fact that if they ever came across a woman, they thought they would fall in love with, they had to turn in the opposite direction and pretend it never happened. War didn’t ruin men the same way love did; he reminded them every day of their lives.
Daniel had made sure that they kept their families’ names to honor them, but collectively, in the business world where they ruled like kings, fucked like gods, and were feared like the devils themselves, they were known as the Kellers.
“What the fucking hell was that?” Reid asked, topping them up with forty-year-old Macallan. They’d just left their grandmother’s house and were now seated in their own house. The bond they shared couldn’t have been stronger if they’d been blood brothers.
Zac knew exactly who that was that Reid spoke about.
They had known their grandmother had let the little cottage on her property to a librarian, and that said librarian had become their grandmother’s instant new best friend.
They’d assumed she was probably middle-aged, or closer to Caroline’s age, at least. What they didn’t expect was her.
Allison Harding, twenty-three years old and fresh out of college, worked at a small library in the town called Rosemary’s Glare, about a twenty-minute drive from their grandmother’s house.
Their meeting had been eventful, to say the least, when she arrived wrapped in a towel that didn’t have much staying power, chasing her dog, who got triggered by her accidentally-bought red panties, because any kind of red fabric made him go berserk, and her face covered in caked mud like some kind of beauty ritual. What the fuck did he know anyway?
The only thing they could see were her sultry, sparkling brown eyes fringed with thick, long, and lush lashes, and her perfectly plump pink lips, two soft, ultra-smooth pillows of flesh with enough cushioning to cradle their cocks until they blew off straight down her throat.
They were so in tune with each other that one single look passed between them at first sight of her and confirmed they had all been thinking the same thing. They’d shared everything else equally in their lives, but never a woman. But the thought of all three of them watching the graceful column of her neck bob as she swallowed their cum down her throat would now live locked in their heads forever.
They barely knew what she looked like beneath that brown sludge concealing the rest of her face, and already they’d envisioned her sucking their cocks until they came into her mouth.
Then her towel had come off. And fuck, Zac, Gage, and Reid felt their blood heat up and their cocks harden even more at the sight of her. Her breasts could fit in each of their large hands. Her nipples were pretty, pebbled little beads and had them clenching their jaws at what she might taste like.
The curves on her body affected them like no other woman had before. Not one single time before. Glossy, fresh skin. Perfect curves. The prettiest fucking pussy they had ever seen without her even parting her legs for them.
Allison Harding was everything they didn’t need, which meant they had to stay away from her, which would have made her an immediate nonentity in their lives.
Except, their grandmother, the famous historical romance author, had threatened Ms. Harding with an eviction for her dog ruining their grandmother’s gardens, and then turned around and dangled the piece of land she had been holding onto for years in front of them if they took her tenant on a fucking date.
To the Davenport Ball.
Their grandmother had no fucking idea what really went on at that ball, and she would never know either.
“We’ll have the land,” Gage said, always the more practical of the three of them. Where Zac was probably the coldest and hardest to please, and Gage was the fair one in everything he did, whether he was taking down a corporate enemy or greeting a janitor the same way he would a veritable prince, Reid could charm a stone and make it turn over for him, using either a firm, authoritative voice or a soft, calm one, if he so pleased.
“We take her to the ball and get Bree Davenport to look after her while taking care of that business. Easy,” Reid said. “She’ll be the safest with Bree.”
He and Gage nodded in agreement.
It was only a few hours, and then they could cut all ties with Ms. Harding and forget she ever existed. There wasn’t much they couldn’t do when they put their minds to it.
They needed their grandmother’s land for their next project, and if taking the librarian to a ball was the way to get it, they’d suck it up and do it. Business first. Always.
As of that very minute, Allison Harding had become the nonentity they needed her to be.
They wanted to fuck her, and if that were all they wanted to do to her, they’d have taken her to their bed already. Take turns with her, something they hadn’t considered before, yet now the image of her being filled with their cocks at the same time crept insidiously into their brain.
But it wouldn’t just be fucking her when the scent of her body—vanilla, lavender, musk, coconut oil, rose, and citrus—and Allison herself consumed them.
But they were also very adept at prioritizing themselves. They would be full swing into their next multi-billion-dollar venture.
