The Seduction (Finding Forever #2) - Jessie Jones Page 0,8

You weren't the only one getting the fuck beat out of you!"

"Pat, calm down, mate," John said in Gaelic as his eyes met the Irishman's. He could see the pain in the depth of his brother's turquoise eyes and knew that Gillian had unintentionally struck a nerve. "She's not trying to insult us, boyo. She doesn't know anything about our past."

Patrick glared at Gillian a moment as her eyes met his. He could see that she was surprised by his words, but he could also see something else. Was that sympathy he saw? The sympathy instantly dwindled his anger and had him wanting to confess his deepest, darkest sins to her. What the hell was wrong with him? Patrick had never wanted to tell a woman about his past! He wanted to be pissed at Gillian! He wanted to hate her and send her back to the States! Patrick, instead, found himself wanting to bury himself deep within her body and never let her go. Since Gillian had come into his life, the Irishman had not been able to sleep with anyone else. For some reason, he just could not look at another woman without seeing her lovely face and feeling the foreign emotion of guilt.

"Gillian, just like you, Pat and I have gone to great lengths to hide our pasts. We are not who the media paints us to be," John said as Patrick sat down beside him and poured them both another drink. "Without going into great detail, we both come from a very abusive past. We met in an orphanage where we spent most of our childhood. The priests there were anything but godly and made our lives a living hell. Pat and I both have the scars to prove it. When we came out of the orphanage, we lived on the streets and often went without food. Kenric Industries was built from the ground up, and what you see before you are two self-made men. As you said, sometimes you do what you have to in order to survive. That is exactly what we did, and I regret nothing."

"John, Patrick, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I'm sorry that you both had to go through that," Gillian replied, her voice dripping with compassion and understanding. She was surprised by John's admission but more so by the fact that he was sharing it with her. Her heart ached for these two men, but something about them had told her that there was much more hidden beneath the surface. Gillian wanted nothing more than to comfort them. "Maybe the three of us are more alike than I thought. It's nice knowing, though, that I am not the only misfit in the group."

Patrick and John both felt their dicks harden in their pants. They had not expected her response, but somehow it had been perfect. The Irishman looked at the Brit and said in Gaelic, "Johnny, I'm done playing games. I want to fuck this woman, and I want her now."

John, like his brother, wanted—no, needed—to be deep inside of Gillian. Even though she didn't know every detail of their past, the woman was accepting of who they were. There was not an ounce of judgment in her eyes, only compassion. Ignoring his friend's remarks, John's eyes met Gillian's. "Let's make a wager, shall we, kitten? If you win this hand, you keep the book and leave. However, if I win, you give me the book and I fuck you in front of everyone here. What do you say? Do we have a deal?"

The intensity bouncing from John was palpable in the air. Her eyes then went from him to Patrick, who was barely sitting in his seat and looked as though he would pounce on her any moment. Benito and Kin also appeared to be salivating at the thought of watching John take her. Gillian's pussy immediately flooded with moisture. She had never made love to a man in front of others, but there was something dark, sensual, and exciting about it. Gillian wanted her freedom, but at this moment in time, she wanted John more. Glancing down at her cards, she saw three queens. Could John beat that? She was about to find out!

"Deal!" Gillian calmly said as she tossed down her cards on the table. "Three queens; beat that, John."

John knit his brows together as he looked at his cards and then looked at Gillian. "Damn it, kitten. Mr. Dauphin taught you to hustle pretty