Belonging to Them - By Brynn Paulin Page 0,10

the blankets to her chest. A hot shower was in order then she’d scrounge up some breakfast—she’d make something for the guys, too.

“Hey, Rayna,” Patrick called as he passed the doorway on his way to the stairs. “We’re off to work. Feel free to use the phone to contact your bank and stuff. If you need anything, come over to the garage, otherwise we’ll be back about five.”

“O-okay,” she replied.

“Make yourself at home,” he added with a smile. He pulled her door shut and was off before she could reply. A few minutes later, she heard the others pass.

Quickly, she dug toiletries and clothes from her bags then went in search of a shower since there wasn’t one attached to her room. As it turned out, it was the door beside her room. Moaning, she let the water cascade over her and ease away the tingly aches from the night before. Her pussy was tender after her exertions and, with a naughty smile, she wondered how it would feel at the end of a week. Well used and needy for more, she decided. Before last night, it had been eight months since she’d been with a man. Would she long for one after the excess of the days to come?

With a chuckle, she reminded herself she had to do more than have sex while she was here. Planning her day, she headed for her room and stopped short when she saw a man beside her bed, her sheet raised to his face. He wore jeans and a button-down white shirt. His build was slighter than Patrick, Sean and David, and his hair was cut in a more businesslike, less shaggy manner.

Even with his back to her, she knew who it was.

“Jamie,” she gasped.

His back stiffened, and he froze. Then the sheet dropped from his fingers. He shoved his hands in his pockets but didn’t turn. “I thought you’d left with them,” he said quietly.

“No. Actually, I thought you went with them.”

“I only go in to work on the books a few days a week.”

She set her discarded robe and her toiletries on a chair that was near her luggage. Jamie, still hadn’t moved. Her brow furrowed as she stared at his rigid back. “Won’t you look at me?”

He shook his head. “It’s better if I don’t.”

“Please, I want to see your face and know who’s got my nerves all wound up.”

Jamie sighed, feeling the weight of her stare on him. She’d hate him, but how could he deny her. She’d see him sometime in the next week anyway. Better now than later when she’d be horrified that she’d let him fuck her in the dark.

Slowly, he turned, presenting his good side first. Watching her, he kept moving. Her intake of breath stabbed through him, as did the way her teeth sank into her bottom lip, but he expected her revulsion and pity.

Instead, she rapidly crossed to him and wrapped her arms around him. She hugged him so tight, he thought perhaps she’d never let go but then, her hands moved up his arms. He cringed slightly when she touched his face.

“No. Don’t.” She shook her head, her thumbs smoothing his worry lines. “I had no idea…”

“That’s the point.”

She frowned. “What you must have been through… I can’t imagine. It horrifies me. Not because of the scars. But because of what hurt you this badly.”

Her compassion gripped his heart, squeezing tightly. Her hand traveled to his chest.

“There are more?” she asked.

He nodded. His hands gripped her waist, fighting the urge to draw her tightly against him. His pulse thudded. God, he wanted to be in this woman, to hold her naked body against him, to fill himself with her gasping breaths.

Her finger traced along the placket of his shirt. She stared intently at the flat, white disks as red tinged her cheeks. “Last night…” she started then took a shuddery breath. “It was awesome. But…do you know what I wanted most?”

“No.”

“I wanted you to fuck me, Jamie. I still do.” She gave a self-depreciating laugh. “You’d think after three cocks, I’d be good to go. But you know how it is when you’re craving something. Whatever else you have just isn’t as satisfying. My problem is it was someone else who got me all worked up.”

She bit the side of her lip and looked away. Stunned, he turned her back with two fingers under her chin. If she wanted him, it was certainly what she’d get. His cock flooded to life