“I hope they really do like her. I’d be disappointed in them and pretty angry if they hurt that young woman.”
“They won’t. Like you said, we’ve never seen any of them act like this before and definitely not all four, together.”
Sam squeezed her shoulders and Elise smiled, hoping that her sons and daughters would find love as wonderful, perfect, and strong as her and her husbands’.
* * * *
Amelia finished washing some dishes in the sink when she felt the arm wrap around her waist from behind. She jumped, dropping the dishtowel as strong arms embraced her.
“Come with me.”
Brody.
“Where?” she asked, immediately feeling aroused and nervous. Brody was so quiet and fierce looking all the time. His seriousness caused these tiny wrinkles above the bridge of his nose and between his eyebrows. He was very tan, like his brothers and just as tall as Murphy and Waylon.
She hesitated until he turned her around to face him. He pressed her back against the counter and sink and stared down into her eyes. God, he’s so beautiful.
He reached up and trailed his index finger along her jaw. She parted her lips, suddenly feeling almost breathless from the attraction between them. She felt his muscular hand glide across her neck, under her hairline and to the base of her head, tilting her head back.
“I like this dress,” he said so very seriously she didn’t know if it were a compliment. This was Brody. He was hard, stern, quiet, and yet his touch was gentle and unexpected.
“Me, too,” she whispered.
He leaned down, and before he lowered his lips to hers, she closed her eyes.
“Yes,” he whispered before he kissed her. It made her think that he wasn’t so sure that she would let him. A man so big, so commanding and sexy felt insecure around her? How outrageous. She was the insecure one. She was fearful. Four men together wanted her.
She couldn’t think another coherent thought as Brody deepened the kiss and pulled her into his arms.
She kissed him back, and when his hand moved under her dress to her ass, squeezing the cheek, she moaned.
Then came the thought that someone might walk in. They were right inside the damn kitchen. He must have sensed her pulling away because he slowly released her lips.
He pulled back, taking her hand firmly within his much larger one. “Come with me.”
She only hesitated a moment, but one tug on her hand and she followed, her desire to taste more of this exquisite, complicated man leading her along the way.
They cut through the backyard, away from the party and all the people. He escorted her to a larger building she had seen before but had no idea what was in it. At the door, he pressed her hard against the siding and kissed her again. It seemed that neither of them could get enough of one another, and as he continued to kiss her while pulling the door open, she hadn’t a care in the world.
Somehow, Brody got her inside the dark building and closed then locked the door. He pressed her against it, kissing her deeply while exploring her body with his hands.
He moved his hands to her panties as he released her lips.
The light was dull inside of the building. She could barely make out what was around them but really didn’t care. Brody’s hard, thick fingers pressed against her mound and she gasped, grabbing his wrist.
“Brody?”
“Open for me, Amelia. Let me be the first one to make you come, baby. The first one to stroke this wet pussy and start learning this perfect body.”
She held his intense gaze and felt the slight twinge of fear caused by his size, his personality, and of course, her resistance to giving herself in fear of getting her heart broken. Then she thought about Mano. The man had put a deeper fear in her than she thought.
He kissed her softly, pressing fingers to her pussy lips while his other hand pressed against her hip and the wall. He was in total control and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t turned on by this.
“Brody, I’m scared.” She held his wrist and the urge to let him touch her and ease the ache building inside of her nearly overpowered the fear.
He stopped touching her then pulled her into his arms. He lifted her up. She straddled his waist, feeling his belt buckle and thick waist wedge against her inner thighs. Her pussy wept and her nipples instantly hardened.
“Don’t be afraid of me. I care about you. I want to get to know you. I want to touch, lick, and suck every inch of this body. I want you to look at me and care.”