Belonging to Them - By Brynn Paulin Page 0,5

diner. A glance across the street showed the service station completely closed down.

“I need to pay for my drink,” she said as she stood, aware everyone was looking at them, including David and Sean who were now outside the window.

“On me,” Leena said. “See ya tomorrow, sweetie?”

Rayna looked up at Patrick. “Yeah, I think so.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he swallowed. A shiver ran through her as he leaned to her ear again. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

Cupping her head, he whispered his mouth across hers. He smelled of the garage—oil, rubber, cars—but his underlying scent of woods and pure man, tantalized her. The whole mixture set her senses afire, drawing her into a miasma of desire she’d never experienced. On a moan, she parted her lips and allowed him to enter. Mint. Oh Lord… Her arms circled his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, drawing her onto her toes and tight to his body.

“Fuck Trick,” one of the men groaned. “Do you hafta flaunt what the rest of us can’t have.”

“Get a room or something,” another heckled. “Leena, you get in that shipment of lube.”

She felt Patrick chuckle as he pulled from the kiss, still holding her in his iron embrace. “They’re all gonna have wet dreams about you tonight, sweetheart. But not me ‘cause I’m gonna have you wet and moaning on my cock.”

“Oh God…” she whispered.

“Too much?”

“No. Just nervous. I’ve never…”

Never what? Fucked three or four men in a session? Heck, two was beyond her experience, though truth be told, she’d often closed her eyes when her ex had used a vibrator on her and pretended there was a second guy there—one fucking her while the other sucked at her breasts. It had always turned her on and brought her to orgasm. She’d needed the fantasy. Frankly, he hadn’t been that good.

And now, she’d see her illicit thoughts turn to reality.

“It’ll be okay.” Patrick laced his fingers through hers and pulled her outside. Sean and David each kissed her quickly, deeply, and she was again assailed by the scents of the garage as well as their individual male odors. Overall, intoxicating and seductive mixes.

Sean rushed on ahead of them, to open the house he said, while David’s strong fingers enclosed hers. Her belly fluttered at the feel of his calluses against her smooth palms. She wanted to feel them running over her thighs, her belly, most of all her breasts.

Still, with each step, trepidation tightened her stomach and warred with her arousal. She wanted this, she really did, but she was terrified beyond belief. More terrified than when she’d left home for the first time. Even more terrified than she’d been when she’d snuck out of town in the dead of night to escape her ex, Antonio Martinez Smith, who she’d broken off with eight months ago after he’d thrown her into a wall, punched her, then knocked her to the ground and kicked her. She didn’t buy “I’m sorry”. One time, that was it, and she’d been out of there. But he’d continued to stalk and threaten her.

This was a different terror. This was fear that she was doing something stupid. That she’d get attached and they wouldn’t feel the same. That she’d disappoint them. That she’d get hurt emotionally, even if they tried their best to just make this fun.

Sean held the door open when they reached the house. “Welcome to your temporary castle, milady.” He stepped aside, letting her in, and she suddenly felt a bit like Snow White entering the Seven Dwarves home—except these men weren’t even close to dwarves. The house was just as disastrous, and she smiled, knowing how she’d repay them for fixing her car. Apparently, despite the architecture, the proverbial bachelor pad wasn’t a myth.

“We have to go take showers. Um, make yourself at home,” Patrick said, his tone chagrined as he looked around and apparently saw the room as she did. “Be right back.”

The other two men had disappeared further into the house, and he followed.

Even through the clutter and junk, the design of the house shone through. The front door opened into an enormous entryway with double-width, arching doorways on either side. A large, open staircase curved upward into a balconied second floor where she saw numerous doorways and a second set of stairs, enclosed, leading to the third floor.

To her right lay a spacious sitting room. Its far wall curved outward with a turret-like effect and was entirely brick and