I don’t have time to think, to process what the heck is going on.How did two of the three billionaires kiss me right on another planet?
But with lightning speed and the agility of a predator, Tristan Dane wraps his massive hand around my throat.Shock springs to my eyes.I feel it flooding my gaze as he demands I look at him.When I don’t, he squeezes.
“You have no idea what you got yourself into,” he says into my ear, only for me to hear his deep, gravelly voice sending an explosion of fire through me.He hesitates for a moment, his gaze shifting from my eyes to my mouth.Just when I think he’s going to throw me aside, his mouth crushes down on mine.I whimper against him as he bites my lips, then sucks on it, pulling me closer with his other hand.My hand forms a fist against his powerful, beating heart.
When he releases me, I almost crumple to the floor.My hold on the table behind me turns my knuckles white.If I thought I couldn’t breathe before from seeing them, kissing me renders me catatonic.
What game are they playing?How long before they stop playing and demand answers the hard way?
I’m at a loss for what to do next.
It’s only then I belatedly realize I had an audience to the complete collapse of my senses.I can’t get any redder than I am right now.
“I thought you would never release her,” Tina says, rushing back into action, and soon the kitchen is in a flurry with everyone trying to finish up the cooking.The billionaires take Uncle Klaus and Gerard to the living room, where they pour expensive-looking whiskey into glasses.I feel their gazes on me at every turn, every breath.
When is the crap-covered fan going to hit me in the face?
Tina gives me the broadest, most mischievous smile ever.Melody keeps nudging me with her shoulder.Aunt Essie predicts there’s going to be a couple of babies on the horizon soon.
They are all fucking deranged.But my cheeks remained obscenely flushed, my lips swollen, and I have a dazed look in my eyes.Not the lovesick puppy look, but the what-in-the-hell-is-going-to-happen-to-me look.
Also, do their families have any idea what men they really are?Yes, Tina mentioned they could fix all my problems, but she said that because they were rich.Does she know what Tristan, Ren, and Kaiser are going to do to me when I’m alone with them?
My mind is so muddled I can’t think of what to do next.Instead, while I fumble my way through every task Tina gives me, I still do them all.I don’t think my brain has glitched this hard in all my life.
They’re playing with me like predators play with their food before they eat them up.
**Chapter Six
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Kaiser
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There aren’t many timeswe’re surprised by a turn of events.No, actually that’s incorrect.We’ve never been unsettled by a turn of events in our entire lives.
Anticipating the next move is second nature to all three of us.Staying three steps ahead is what made us the men we are today—insanely fucking rich and dangerously powerful.
We take everything in and give nothing away.But this unknown dark-haired siren standing in our kitchen, peeling potatoes, took us by complete and utter surprise.For one crazy moment, at least.
She’s nothing like the woman we’re accustomed to—polished, sophisticated, confident—who can hold their own in any situation while they take over the world.
She’s different in that she sucker punched us in the fucking nuts with just one glance at her.A complete fucking first for us.
Also, apparently, she’s our girlfriend—collectively ours.Last time I checked, my best friends and business partners, Tristan Dane and Ren Knight—men I would die for—and I had no such thing as a girlfriend simply because we don’t do the whole dating thing.Oh, we fuck, but the women we take to our bed know the conditions and usually have their own as well.It’s all mutually understood.So this is an enormous surprise.
In fact, her presence rattles us so much, she distracts us from the fact that our whole extended family has just crashed our weekend at the cabin where we pay tribute to Louie Banks.
While the woman who adopted us, Camilla Banks, was kind and gentle and taught us the finer things in life, it had been her brother, Louie Banks, an ex-military guy, who taught us how to be calm on the surface but ruthless beneath.
This had been his cabin.Snow Rock.He’d bring us here every year around this time, just to catch our breath, he used to say.And when we were older, we’d enjoy a fine bottle of whiskey with him.
He made us promise that once a year we would come to Snow Rock, catch our breath, drink fine whiskey, and remember him.We’ve been doing this for the last four years in a row.
And this is what we walk into in year five.
This is exactly something Tanya, our adopted sister, would pull off.There isn’t anything in the world we wouldn’t do for her.The instant we found out her husband raised his hand to her...well...suffice to say no one knows where he is right now.
