“Why is that?” Kurt asked, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. He kissed her knuckles and held her gaze.
The move caused her breasts to lift higher and she felt them swell with desire. These three men were so good-looking. So sexy and masculine. She felt like such a peanut. Yet, she felt sexy. Or at least she hoped she looked sexy, lying here with three men, with Taylor, Warner, and Kurt on her bed. This was a first for her. She’d never let a man in her bedroom. Did she want them here? Was it too intimate?
Warner clutched her chin and held her gaze, drawing her complete attention to him.
“There you go again, thinking and not talking. Don’t be afraid. Tell us about your parents, about your childhood, about what brought you to Chance,” he said to her then released her chin. She rolled over so that she was on her back and really wouldn’t have to face one of them.
“My parents were very sick. They had high blood pressure, diabetes and bone deterioration to just name a few of their ailments. Most of high school is a blur, because I basically went to school then headed home to take care of my parents. Within those four years their medical conditions got worse. They couldn’t function without my help and were wheel chair bound. It was the worst years of my life. To have to watch them suffer, be in pain, and lose limbs and eventually their sight from the diabetes. They deteriorated quickly and first my mom passed, and then a month later, my dad.”
“That’s terrible. Didn’t you have any family around to help you?” Taylor asked.
She shook her head.
“I’m an only child. My parents hadn’t expected to have children. I think I was a mistake but of course my mom always said I was a blessing,” she admitted and then felt the tears in her eyes. She always felt self-conscious about that. Knowing her parents hadn’t intended to have her and then her mom got pregnant.
Warner caressed her thigh and gave her hip bone a squeeze. “Definitely a blessing,” he said and she smiled. His comment made her feel good.
“So what did you do when they passed away?” Taylor asked.
“They had some money saved but not much. I had to sell the house and broke even. I did sell all the furniture and it was enough to pay for some classes at the local community college when I graduated. But times were tough. I really didn’t know what to do and there was nowhere to turn so I did what I thought was best,” she said and remembered the long scary nights on the streets and the few times she stayed in the shelter were even scarier.
Kurt covered her hand and squeezed it.
“What did you do to survive on your own?”
She held his gaze. Those blue eyes of his touched her heart and she found herself explaining everything to them.
“You lived on the streets and in shelters?” Warner asked sounding angry.
“I didn’t have much of a choice. It was for about a month or so. I really don’t remember and I don’t like talking about it. When I landed the small job on the college campus, it was a lifesaver. I would stay in one of the lab rooms. There were professors that worked all night long and they left the doors unlocked. I was able to sneak into a closet or set up things in a corner in the back, and no one noticed. Or maybe they did and they just let me get away with it. I don’t know. But it was better, safer than the shelters or the streets. I would shower in the girl’s locker room and people always left things around like shampoo, conditioner, even clothes. It was tough but then the hours increased with the job on campus.”
“My God, baby, you’re incredible. A survivor,” Kurt told her and then he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips.
When he pulled back she felt even more aroused. She loved when they kissed her. She loved the feel of their masculine lips against hers. The way their big strong muscles wrapped around her and made her feel safe. She still never really felt safe at night.
“How did you end up in Chance?” Kurt asked her.
“Mrs. Peters worked at the community college with me. She told me about the job, and set up the interview with Max and then the board.”
Warner was playing with the hem of her shirt. He lifted it higher. The feel of his large, heavy hand made her core tingle and her pussy tighten. His fingers stroked over her skin and she tightened up only for him to move closer and kiss her lips.
“We’ll have to thank Mrs. Peters,” he said when he released her lips and then kissed her again.
He took his time tasting her, pulling on her lower lip then drawing her full lips into another smoldering kiss. It was too much. He was breaking her down. Weakening her defenses. His hand moved upward and cupped her breast.
She grabbed onto his hand and gasped as he released her lips. His eyes roamed over her chest and the cleavage that showed.
“You’re quite voluptuous, Mercedes. I want to explore you a little more.”
She was breathing heavier.
“Perhaps we can assist,” Taylor said and then took her hand and brought it up above her head and he kissed the top. She watched him, taking her eyes off of Warner a moment until she felt Kurt take her other hand and bring it up above her head. He kissed along her skin, down her arm to her inner elbow, making her giggle and tighten up.
“Someone is ticklish,” he said and then suckled against the underside of her wrist.
Warner’s lips touched her belly and then moved upward.
“Warner,” she practically moaned.