“Why, Miss Winters, funny that the first sentence to pop out of your mouth is a request to be fucked,” he said.
Furious at the smirk on his face, I tried to pull away, only to feel him pressing against me. “Get off—”
“Fucking, getting off… seems our girl has quite the dirty mind, doesn’t it, Jay?” he said, not allowing me to finish speaking, his fingers tightening, blocking not only my speech, but my very breath.
The chuckle Jay gave wasn’t one of amusement, but one that had my face heating as he stepped closer to his brother and pushed up against me.
“Isn’t it interesting,” Jay said, his hand lifting to run slowly down my side, his fingers brushing the slope of my breast, “that while your words say one thing, Goldie, your body is saying something completely different? Seems like our girl’s nipples are already hard as rocks, and you haven’t even started, Banks.”
“Fuc—” I managed to squeak out, this time cutting myself off as I realized the expletive wouldn’t be taken as an insult but rather an… an invitation.
I could blame my pounding heart, my racing blood on the fact I was being restrained, but what could I blame for the ache I felt growing between my legs, the heaviness of my breasts, the throbbing of my nipples beneath my bra? The press of something hard against my ass had my breath catching in my throat as Jay ground his erection against me. When I realized I was pushing back against him, as if wanting more, I froze.
No!
What the fuck was wrong with me? These men had broken into my store, had me against the wall, were acting as if I wanted them… wanted this… No! Not willing to accept the only answer that fit, I whimpered, squirmed, attempted to push Jay off me.
“Go ahead. I love a little fight. Makes winning all the better,” he said, licking a line from my collarbone up to a spot behind my ear. “And, know this—the Barrettsalwayswin.”
I yelped as he took my earlobe between his teeth and bit down, my eyes closing as I tried to get myself under control, to make any kind of sense out of this… this… whatever the hell this was.
Suddenly, I could breathe again, my eyes snapping open to see both men stepping away, both grinning as if they understood the turmoil I was having with myself… with my reaction to their presence. My fury returned as I whirled around.
I placed my hands on my hips and spat, “Get the hell out. I’ve had enough of all of you. I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last men on earth! I don’t want any of you to ever come here again. I swear I’ll slap a restraining order on you so fucking fast if you come within a mile of me!”
Both of the brothers looked at each other and smirked. They were finding my threat amusing, and I wanted to strangle them both for the way they didn’t even flinch at my warning.
“I’m serious. You have five seconds to turn around and walk out that door, or I’m calling the police.” I took a step toward the phone cradled in the charger at the end of the counter.
“Jay,” Banks began, “do you think our feelings should be hurt? I mean, she’s willing to get it on with Rye, but then not with us.”
“No, perhaps she is just too polite to admit she wants us both,” Jay said, his wicked smile making my heart beat faster as he stepped close. “She’ll learn the Barretts don’t mind sharing.”
Sharing?I could feel my face heat at the implication I would be that sort of girl.
When his smile widened and Jay chuckled, I clenched my jaw and stiffened my spine. Fuck them. I wouldn’t let them rattle me with their smiles or the calm tone of their voices.
Making my way to the phone, considering bolting to the front door and make a run for it, I began counting. “One, two, thr… what the fuck!” I protested as fingers plucked the instrument from the charger before I could grab it and tossed it across the room where it slid beneath a display cabinet.
They’d both moved closer to the counter, but I tried not to flinch or show how nervous they were making me.
Jay stared directly at me. “No matter how great your body is, how fun it is to listen to your useless little threats, or how good your brownies might be, we told you to stay away from our sister,” he said, pulling a bag with the store’s name on it from his pocket and tossing it onto the counter.
What? This was about brownies? They’d come into my store and assaulted me over some damn brownies? “Those brownies weren’t for you,” I snapped.
“Most people take our warnings seriously,” Banks practically growled.
“I guess I’m not most people,” I countered as I struggled to swallow the forming lump in the back of my throat.
Why was I so upset that they hadn’t really come to… fuck me? God, what the hell? I had never been so lost, so confused, so out of my league before.
“Do you know who we are?” Banks asked.
“I don’t care,” I answered, exhaustion threatening to overcome me.
“You should,” Jay said with an evil smile that matched the one on his brother’s face.
“Get out,” I said calmly, though how I managed to do so, I had no idea. All I wanted was to be alone, to try to figure out what was happening… why these men affected me like no one else ever had.