Belonging to Them - By Brynn Paulin Page 0,15
behind her. “Get in here out of the rain, you. And what have you done to Jamie O’Keefe? I haven’t seen that man smile in three years. In fact, I’ve barely seen him in three years. He either stays at home or huddles inside his hoodie. I swear sometimes it’s as if he believes he’s Quasimodo. People around here won’t love him less for a few scars.”
Rayna shrugged with a self-conscious smile and closed the umbrella. It was more than a few scars, but they didn’t matter to her. “He’s a nice guy. I like him.”
The other woman led her to the counter. “I think you more than like him,” she laughed. “Coffee? I can do the fancy stuff like Starbucks. It was one of my conditions for moving here—not that not getting the equipment would have been a deal breaker, but don’t tell my guys.”
“My lips are sealed,” Rayna laughed, glancing at the syrup rack behind the counter. “I’d love a peppermint mocha.”
“Coming right up. You sit yourself down right there, and we’ll talk about Daly.”
For the next twenty minutes, Leena chatted about the people of Daly, the lopsided population and ménage. It was matter-of-fact and not at all gossipy. Just factual. While Rayna digested information about a lifestyle she’d never imagined, Leena collected the butter Rayna had come in for then added it to a grocery bag along with a boxed-up, homemade pie—a welcome to Daly gift. The rest, she insisted, was “on the boys’ account.”
Leena was a whirlwind, Rayna decided as she crossed the street. Smiling, she entered the reception area of the garage. David and Sean were working together in the service area while Patrick was stocking a rack of key chains. Jamie leaned against the counter reading a magazine.
He looked up and smiled as the bell over the door announced her arrival. His hair and clothes were still slightly damp from the rain yet he was absolutely stunning. How could this man have spent so much time hiding away from people?
“Hey, baby,” Patrick said, leaving the rack and heading for her. His hands fell on her waist. He pulled her toward him. “I didn’t think we’d see you until tonight.”
He leaned forward to kiss her, and Rayna suddenly had a hand over her mouth.
“Mine,” Jamie rasped.
Patrick straightened in surprise. A slow grin curved his lips while speculation filled his eyes. “Yours?”
“No one kisses her but me. Right, sweetness?”
She nodded, her whole body going soft at his possessive tone. Her tummy fluttered as she got wet just being near him.
“And sex?” Patrick asked.
“You know I like to share. Sometimes,” Jamie replied. He pressed up behind her, and his hand dropped from her mouth. His palm trailed to her breast. Long fingers found her nipple through her clothes and rolled the sensitive tip. She moaned, squirming at the tremors spiraling down to her folds.
Patrick grasped her ass, lifting her, then ground his groin into hers. Rayna wrapped her legs around him.
“I think it’s time for our lunch break,” he muttered into her neck. He carried her into the work area while Jamie locked the front door then followed. Seeing Rayna, Sean and David each closed the bay doors.
The scent of the garage, never all too arousing before, now spiked her excitement to a higher level. Perhaps it was the unusual venue for sex. With four men. Rayna had never felt as wanton as she did around them with their intense gazes boring into her. Every nerve ending seemed to spring to life.
Patrick set her on her feet, and Jamie pulled her to him. He leaned against her car, resting most of his weight on the door and one foot. He drew her to straddle his leg as he took the lips he’d claimed as his own.
“Her mouth is Jamie’s,” she heard Patrick say. “The rest of her is ours for the taking.”
She lifted her mouth from Jamie’s then glanced over her shoulder at Patrick. She raised an eyebrow. “The rest of her is hers,” she corrected. “You may borrow it.”
Turning in Jamie’s arms, she watched the three men shed the protective mechanic’s overalls they’d worn. David and Sean had apparently taken off their shirts earlier because of the humidity of the day. She bit her lip at their wide, sweat-sheened chests. Dropping to her knees, she caught David’s belt loops and pulled him close. She kissed his belly, tasting his salty skin, feeling his heat. Her fingers ripped at the closure of his jeans.
Her mouth covered his