“What’s going on?” Brody asked as he and Murphy entered the room. She caught sight of them with their bare chests and only wearing jeans.
She licked her bottom lip. Waylon pressed his hand against her cheek and chin then held her firmly as he stared down into her eyes.
“Amelia, are you sure we didn’t hurt you.”
“Yes. It’s just been a while for me, okay, Waylon? I need to get up and shower. I can’t be late for work.”
He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.
He looked at her when he released her lips, as if she weren’t telling the truth. Apparently she wasn’t the only one in this room with trust issues.
Ricky helped her get up from the bed and the sheets fell away from her body.
He moved the palm of his hand along her side then pulled her against his chest. She hugged him, loving the feel of being in his arms. She could get lost in such big strong arms like Ricky’s.
When he moved his hand over her ass and squeezed, she felt her body react. If she didn’t get into the shower now, she may be playing hookie for the very first time in her life.
“I have to get ready,” she whispered.
He released her, and as she looked over her shoulder, four sets of eyes remained glued on her body. She smiled, feeling confident and sexy as she made her way into the small bathroom.
* * * *
They were making breakfast when Waylon heard Amelia’s phone ringing.
“That thing’s been going off all morning,” Murphy stated.
Waylon reached inside and pulled out the cell phone. He missed the call, but noticed that there were several text messages.
He hit the screen.
“What are you doing, Waylon?” Murphy asked.
“Seeing who’s calling her.”
“Don’t,” Ricky told him.
He looked at his brothers. “I want to know who’s calling her. We don’t know anything about her life in New York or who that guy was in the picture the day she moved in here.”
“Whoever he was, he hurt her. She was scared for me to touch her. I told you about that last night,” Brody stated.
Waylon put the phone back down.
He ran his hand through his crew cut hair.
“You’re right. I’m fucking not used to this. I don’t want her out of my sight. I don’t know how to handle this.”
“Calm down, Waylon. We’re all feeling the same way,” Ricky stated.
“Yeah, you don’t think I thought of turning that alarm clock off so she would oversleep, just so there was more time with her in bed?” Murphy asked.
Ricky chuckled.
“Last night, this morning…this is more than I ever imagined it would be like,” Brody told them.
Waylon felt his chest tighten. He didn’t do emotions well. In fact, he ran from his own. “I don’t want to leave for Vegas Friday.”
His brothers were quiet.