“You stay in bed and rest. Kenny, Blake, or Quinn will bring you to my father.”
Bryant got up and walked away, and Kenny watched as Lena’s expression changed to sadness.
He was definitely going to have to speak with Bryant about Lena and his intentions.
* * * *
Lena slowly made her way into the shower. She hoped that Blake, Quinn, and Kenny headed back out to work. She was more than capable of taking care of herself. At least she thought so until she looked in the mirror after she dried herself off.
Oh God, it does look bad. I think I am going to have to see Doc.
The thought brought some emotions she hadn’t expected.
She felt fearful, because she knew that Doc, his brothers, and Abigail cared about her. She actually didn’t want to disappoint them, and that brought tears to her eyes. Then, of course, she felt guilty. She hadn’t been very nice to Kenny, Quinn, and Blake earlier. She was so busy trying to act tough and to keep her distance from them. But she felt confused, too. Bryant’s actions had stunned her. It obviously stunned his brothers as well because Kenny blatantly looked pissed that Bryant had been with her. If he knew that Bryant slept in her bed and held her for a couple of hours, God knows what type of action he would have taken.
The Jones men were so dominating and strong. They each expected their wants and desires to automatically be accepted. Lena knew she had a hang up about that. She had spent years trying to remain independent and not rely on the people who ruled the streets. Triumph had been working her for the better part of the year, trying to make her his main fuck toy and possession.
Kenny, Quinn, and Blake scared her for the simple fact that she distrusted people. Anyone who she had trusted in the past screwed her over or hurt her either physically or mentally.
It was her problem though. It was why she hadn’t slept with any of them. She could tell by their kisses and their caresses that sex would be life altering, and she just didn’t know if she could handle it, never mind take that kind of chance.
Feeling frustrated, she lowered her head and stared into the sink. The motion brought pain instantly to her head again, despite the ibuprofen she had taken before she locked herself in the bathroom.
Things were different now that Bryant was involved, even though she wasn’t sure the extent of his affection for her.
He could have just been sympathetic and felt he owed her for the work she had been doing at his house. That thought made her feel like shit, plain and simple. Plus, he admitted that he hadn’t been that close to a woman in years, so maybe because she was accessible and in the right place at the right time he was compelled to cop a feel? She wasn’t sure, but she did know that just thinking that was the only reason he touched her made her feel worthless and cheap.
She liked all four brothers, yet three brothers were estranged from one. It wouldn’t be right to get involved with any of them.
The situation was fucked up, but then, her entire life had been this way, so why would it be any different now? How many times had she said that to herself lately?
Lena pushed away from the sink and dried off her hair. She walked out a while later with the towel still wrapped around her body, so she could get dressed.
As she entered her bedroom, she saw that one of the guys had made her bed, and the smell of coffee filtered out of the kitchen through her bedroom. She sure could use a cup.
She looked through the one drawer of clothes she had. As soon as Doc paid her this week, she was going to have to buy some more stuff. She hadn’t a clue where to go as she sat down and looked at her dingy stuff. The damn uniform from Rocky’s looked better than most of her clothing. It had been years since she’d bought anything new.
She heard the k
nock on the door and looked over her shoulder.
Quinn was standing there with a look of concern on his chiseled, handsome face. The man was a dream and something she couldn’t have.
“Are you okay? Do you need help?” he asked. She shook her head and looked away from him as she sat on the side of the bed.
A few seconds later he was sitting next to her.
The bed dipped from his weight, and she clasped her hands on her lap.
“You look sad, baby. What’s going on in that head of yours?”
She was silent a moment before she spoke.
“I don’t have anything to wear. Ahhh, just forget about it. I’m just feeling sorry for myself.” She quickly stood up, holding the towel to her chest.
Quinn grabbed her other hand and turned her so she was standing between his legs.
“You look beautiful in anything you wear. Although, I’d love to see you in nothing at all,” he teased then winked as he pressed his hands under the towel and straight to her hips. He pulled her to him, and she held on to his shoulders. His hands were so big they were past her hip bones and nearly over her ass cheeks.