“We have other options,” Wes cuts in. “We can just keep her.”
Declan rolls his eyes. “Yeah sure, we’ll just keep her…as what, like a pet, or as a sex slave? Sounds like a great fucking life for her.”
“It doesn’t have to be like that,” I tell him, even though I know that it’s only half the truth. How else could it be? This is the only thing there is between us. This sexual power game we’ve been playing. I mean parts of me care for her, and obviously I’m attracted to her, but could we all three grow to feel something more for her someday?
“Please enlighten me, how else do you see this working out then?” Neither Wes nor I have an answer for that question which makes us settle into an uncomfortable silence.
“Maybe we can still get her on board. She didn’t want to believe us yesterday, but we didn’t give it time to sink in. She’s in shock, understandably so. She hasn’t even looked at half of the proof we have,” I point out after a while. “Plus, she already trusts us in some ways, she’s not terrified of us, of our touch, and she wants us to fuck her, she wants to sleep with us up here. I don’t know what the fuck this is going on between us, but you know as much as I do that it’s something.”
“Do you think there could eventually be more than sex between us? Maybe we can get her to actually fall for us?” Wes interrupts the silence, his eyes moving to her sleeping form.
“You’re joking, right?” Declan huffs. “You want to pretend to have her as a girlfriend? Play house with her? She’s the fucking enemy’s daughter. Just because she has a tight cunt and looks innocent doesn’t mean she can be anything more to us.”
I shrug. “I mean, maybe we could actually grow to care for her. I already feel like she belongs to us and from the way you growled mine like an animal, a few hours ago, you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about.”
“Your cock is doing all of your thinking, brother. There is no other reason you would say what you just said.” Declan shakes his head, annoyance oozing from his pores.
“Well, we need to figure out what we’re going to do with her,” Wes reminds, and I just want to tell him to shut up for a moment.
“It’s simple really…keep her as a warm place to put our cocks until we are done with her.” For some reason, Declan’s voice and his words are grating on my last nerve. “It’s that or kill her, and since you two are so against doing that…”
“Fucking her is nice, but no matter what way we look at it she’s a human with feelings, and she’s innocent in this war against her father. Isn’t that obvious now? He wants her dead as badly as he wants us dead. Any man that cares about his daughter wouldn’t act like this.”
“She isn’t innocent, and he is bluffing.”
“He’s not, and how isn’t she? She didn’t kill…” I grind my teeth together, deciding right now that I’m done with this conversation. I was hoping after what took place earlier, he would come to his senses in some way, but he didn’t.
“Maybe she didn’t pull the trigger. Maybe she didn’t do his dirty deeds. Maybe blood doesn’t cover her hands, but she’s our only revenge against him. She’s our only chance at hurting him.” I shake my head, because he’s just not getting it. He’s too caught up inside his head, too stuck on his need for revenge. Taking a step toward her, I reach for her and pick her up off the bed. She doesn’t even stir. Her head lolls to the side and comes to rest against my chest.
“We need to start taking better care of her, ensuring that she eats at least three full meals a day. If we’re going to keep using her body the way we are, then she needs to be cared for properly.”
“I agree. I’ll go make her something eat, and we can wake her up soon,” Wes announces, slipping from the room without another word.
My gaze lingers on her face for a long moment. So fucking beautiful. To have her, to keep her, to make her ours, completely. It would be a dream, something I didn’t even know I wanted until now. My brothers and I have never been the type to date, to keep a woman to warm our beds, mostly because we never got the chance, but I think Jessa would be a good start for that. She’s submissive enough, and easily handles all three of us at once, now we just need to get her to trust us.
I look up from Jessa’s sleeping form and find Declan staring at her. There’s a tinge of warmth in his dark gaze, and I don’t even know if he realizes it. Since losing our family, he’s been the most closed off, the only one that never talked about the loss.