Page 54 of Bullied by the Boss
He walks up beside me and wraps an arm around my middle and pulls my smaller frame into his larger one. Warmth of theday’s sunshine radiates from him into me. I inhale and glorious hallelujah; he smells so damn good. Like a soft masculine cologne mixed with the scent of leather from their bikes. And all those pent-up years of sensual pain from not knowing his touch eases a fraction. Not fully. For that I would need all three of them, but this is a good start.
Ryder steps out of the boathouse and walks up the dock to join us. He’s just as tall with hair a few shades darker than Brogan’s. On more than one occasion I’ve found myself wondering if they are brothers but, no. Just best friends. Lucky me.
My heart races watching Ryder’s muscular form move with a predatory grace across the graveled lot. I feel sorry for anyone on the receiving end of his wrath. They would never see it coming before he ripped off their heads. Normally laid back, I know my silent warrior is anything but when pissed or protecting those who he loves.
I saw it firsthand during senior prom night. My date took me parking and had a hard time taking no for an answer. To the point I had a few bruises around my neck for my efforts. That night I got to see the demon my Ryder holds at bay when I’m around. I’m not stupid. I know being a SEAL hardens a man. And it takes a bigger man not to carry that baggage home.
Poor paisley Simon with his blond hair and pale eyes. The twit peed all over himself when my steel-eyed savior rode up beside us on his thunderous Harley, yanked my date out his car window, and taught him the meaning of no the hard way. Needless to say, he had a few bruises of his own to explain to his parents. Riding back to my house on the back of Ryder’s bike, my arms around his middle and legs encasing his thighs, felt like a dream.
Atlas and Brogan had helped me off the bike and the second I was in all three of their arms I knew they were my destiny. We stayed like that in the middle of our long driveaway. The night curling around us and a lot of unspoken desires left untouched.
And then they left. Their duty always coming first. It left me broken-hearted and cold and unsure of where I fit in their world and mine.
But that’s in the past. Tonight I’m going to make sure there are words said and a helluva lot more if I get my way.
Right now, insanely gorgeous is the only thought that comes to mind with how well Ryder fills in a pair of wranglers and his plain white T-shirt. God, I love this man. His eyes hold mine and that heat Brogan stirred to life inside me grows fierce and I can’t seem to pull my gaze from Ryder’s. He’s the very reason women love a roughened cowboy. Only this SEAL rides a Harley instead of a horse. He’s the complete package, but in my opinion it’s his eyes that have my full attention. Gray, piercing and wholly captivating. When he looks at me it’s like I’ve stepped into his web, and Iwantto be eaten.
“Gonna stand out here in the cold all night, darlin’, or are you planning on coming inside?”
The last of the summer days have come to an end and the first hints of autumn have made the change of season apparent in our part of Texas. But not enough to merit calling itcold.
There’s an underlying question Ryder’s not asking and before I can stop myself, I simply nod. Hoping to God he doesn’t see how I shiver at his implied question I tuck the edge of my lower lip between my teeth and bite down until I ground myself.
Brogan stretches a hand out. I’m not really sure what I’m doing, but I know if I take it, I’m giving power to the darker desires inside me. The ones my momma says are no good and should never be given a voice.
I’m not sure I believe her, but I guess I’m about to find out.
“Trust me.” Brogan’s words come out in a low rumble and makes refusing his offer damn hard.
From behind me Ryder steps into me and I find myself leaning into him. The man has very little respect for personal space at the moment, and I’m totally okay with that. Miles of refined muscle press against my back and I take a big notice in the feel of his cock nudging against my ass. His veryhardcock.
He wraps a strong arm around me and erases the minuscule space of air between us. “Trustus,” he whispers in a husky rumble close to my ear, and that shiver I held back earlier works through me so hard I get goosebumps over my exposed arms. Ryder steps around me. He takes the cake and holds out his other hand for me to take, a knowing look in his hooded eyes. His confidence is a solid ripple of energy around him.
Looking between them, I slide my palms over theirs and our fingers interlace.
“Where’s Atlas?”
“Atlas is out. Won’t be long.”
My pulse hammers so hard I have to strain to hear them as they lead me inside the boathouse. Warm air greets us, and I welcome it over my cooled skin. Wisps of their mixed colognes hang in the air of the medium-sized cabin. Couches line both sides andstraight down the middle is a small hallway that leads to three rooms. Simple, clean, and masculine.
“It’s been a while since I’ve visited. Glad to see nothing has changed.”
“Why change perfection?”
Ryder winks at me, places the cake on the counter and heads to the back but I don’t get to see which room he disappears into because Brogan turns me into him. Callused, curious hands settle on the small amount of skin exposed between my midriff and the top edge of my skirt. I opted for something sexy to catch their attention and from the hungry look on Brogan’s face I’d say mission accomplished in spades.
My pulse quickens. I know better than to do this, but I can’t help myself where these men are concerned.
I rise to the tips of my toes and brush my lips across his. Firm, smooth, and warm. Fingers tighten into my skin, and I don’t dare close my eyes as shock melts into pure desire. Like he battled against some inner demons and for once came out the victor.
His mouth slides down my jaw and teases over my exposed collar bone and the thin straps of my halter top.
“God, have pity on me,” he mouths tenderly over my skin, making my toes curl into the plush carpet. His voice is thick and full of lust.
Hot liquid spills to wet between my thighs and my pussy clenches with need to have themthere. Filling me up, fulfilling all the desires I’ve had for them over the years.
There’s no “you okay with this” or “are you sure”. He’s not backing down or asking questions. Strong fingers bury into my loose hair, and he pins me in place with another hand on my hip. Brogan crashes his lips into mine and he strokes his tongue over my parted lips once before he dives in for a better taste. No small little teases with gentle probing. Just outright taking.
