One look at their goddess and Anthony was speechless and felt so damn nervous he should have never reprimanded Jeremy.
“Hi.” Millie stared at him and Jeremy as if they were crazy or something. He was tongue-tied and so was Jeremy. Millie looked stunning in a blue dress that accentuated her feminine curves like nothing she had ever worn before. The woman looked sexy in a pair of blue jeans and T-shirt, but damn did she look piping hot in a dress.
“You’re gorgeous,” Jeremy stated then pulled the door open and smiled wide. He leaned forward to press a kiss to her cheek and she blushed.
“Absolutely gorgeous. Are you ready?” Anthony chimed in then leaned forward to kiss her on the other cheek. She shyly nodded then turned toward the door to lock it, placing the key into her purse she held in one hand.
They both took an arm and led her down the stairs to the truck.
“You sit up front with Anthony. I’ll sit in the back seat,” Jeremy told her as he helped her step up into the truck. When the material of her dress parted and showed off her tan, muscular thigh, Anthony felt his cock grow hard and tight. This was going to be a hell of a night trying to keep his lust reigned in. She was perfect.
* * * *
The ride over had been pleasant and Jeremy talked a mile a minute, making it easy on Millie as to not force words from her trembling lips. She took the opportunity to absorb the men’s attire, which only added to her oversensitive body. She partly listened as Jeremy spoke.
“So it looks like the construction is going well with all the cottages. We heard a few more women showed up yesterday looking for a safe place to stay. I think this was a great idea you all came up with,” Jeremy told her from the back seat.
Anthony looked like he had just stepped out of a men’s fashion catalog. He wore a crisp, white button-down shirt that he hadn’t buttoned fully and exposed some of his tanned, muscular chest. His dark jeans were designer and his boots black and shiny. He looked edible. Millie felt her heart rate increase and then she looked away as Anthony caught her drooling.
“It’s got to be difficult, being on your own without anyone to help you, never mind if you have children,” Anthony piped in.
“It is difficult. I’ve seen it many times before in New York. That was one of the main ideas I had for the women’s shelter I raised funds for. It was also to provide guidance and support so eventually the women, and if they had children, the family, could get back out on their own. It’s not an easy process.” Millie looked back toward Jeremy since it seemed Anthony kept glancing at her instead of the road ahead of him.
Jeremy was dressed in a dark blue button-down shirt, black jeans, and he also had on designer boots. His belt buckle showed off the fact that he had ridden a bull and at one point in time won a medal for his bravery or maybe stupidity. She never understood why anyone would find joy in riding on top of a wild, uncontrollable beast weighing anywhere from one thousand to two thousand pounds of angry muscle. But for some strange reason, the thought turned her on. It was sexy and manly even if she thought it was crazy.
When they pulled up to their property Millie was stunned. The gates opened electronically and way up the long, winding road was a stunning, extraordinarily large estate made of modern brick and stonework as well as a traditional wraparound porch.
“Oh my God, your place is huge,” Millie whispered, taking in the sight of the horse stables to the left that matched the same woodwork and stone on the house.
“Well, there’s five of us living here and we’re big men,” Jeremy chimed in from the back seat and winked at her.
“It’s stunning.”
“We built it,” Anthony stated, and Millie stared at him in disbelief.
“No way! Really?”
“Yep. We all did and everything inside is custom made. Anthony is amazing with cabinetry and woodwork,” Jeremy informed her, and she glanced back at Jeremy and then at Anthony, who appeared embarrassed.
“It’s not a big deal.” He grunted. He was modest and humble. She liked that. The truck stopped in a spot along the side of the house. Before she could open her door, Hank was
making his way down the porch steps and she paused with her hand on the handle of the door as Anthony climbed out of the truck.
Hank looked handsome. He wore blue jeans and a dark sage-colored, collared shirt. He smiled wide as he approached the door. She was suddenly feeling a bit intimidated.
Slowly, she pushed the door open and Hank was there offering her his hand. She smiled. “Hi,” he whispered.
“Hi,” she replied and when she began to step from the truck, Hank lifted her into his arms and against his chest. She clutched his shoulders, and as he slowly lowered her, he kissed her on the mouth. It was a soft, gentle kiss that ended way too quickly.
“Hey, let me outta here,” Jeremy interrupted, and as Hank released her lips he gave Jeremy an annoyed look.
Hank let her down and took her hand, and Jeremy chuckled. It appeared that Jeremy was teasing his brother on purpose.
“You look stunning, sweetness,” Hank whispered next to her ear and she felt her belly quiver. He was damn sexy.
“Damn straight, she does.” Jeremy winked at her.
His playful side made her feel a little less nervous until she approached the front steps and spotted Dalton.