“Well, for starters, we learned long ago giving tenants easy access to us isn’t the best idea,” Beau answers me. “We want to unwind and relax when we’re home. We can’t do that responding to service requests and complaints at all hours of the day and night.” He buries his nose in the crook of my neck and inhales. “Of course, you’re the exception to the rule. We didn’t tell you because you would’ve used that as a reason to push us away even more.”
He’s right about that.
“So you’re going to hold my lease hostage?” I pant, trying my best to feign nonchalance as my thighs clamp together.
“Yep, that’s the plan.”
“We’ve had our eye on you for a while, Sweet Peach,” Emmett says, settling into the chair beside us, his own plate and two canned sodas in hand. “Before you ever moved next door,” he continues, sliding a can over to me.
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“We saw you the day you came to see the house,” Shepard explains, peering at me from across the table.
“I didn’t see any of you.”
And I would remember seeing them. They’re too damn huge and sexy to miss. I actually recall that day very clearly. Gene gave me a tour and afterwards, I expressed my interest in leasing the house. Later that evening, he called and gave me the good news.
“We were home,” Emmett answers me. “We watched you from the living room window.”
“It was lust at first sight,” Beau announces, trailing his fingers down my arm.
The implication is clear. I’ve been used. They wanted me and to keep me close, they gave their employee the green light to approve my application. The hurt and betrayal is worse than when Calvin broke up with me.
“Make a habit out of fucking all your tenants?” I snap accusingly.
“Not in the least,” Beau denies, spanning his large hand across my belly. “You’re the first.”
I want to be mad at him, but it’s hard to maintain my outrage with him touching me like this.
“Why me?” I ask, needing to understand their determination to possess me.
“That’s a loaded question.” Emmett chuckles, shaking his head. “We were going to be cordial but keep our distance. Offer a neighborly hello and wave whenever we saw you.”
“But the more we watched you, the more we wanted you,” Shepard comments. “Then we heard you using this and calling out for us,” he adds, digging my vibrator out of his jeans pocket and breaking it with his bare hands. “Then it was game over.”
Beau bands an arm around my waist, preventing me from punching his brother square in the nose.
“Have you lost your mind?” I shout at him instead. “That’s my property!”
“Relax, Sweet Peach,” Beau murmurs, fingering my tampon string. “It’s no longer needed. You have three cocks at your disposal.”
I reply with a sardonic, “No thanks.”
“I was the first to see you,” he states, disregarding my snarky comment. “You were gazing at the house with stars in your eyes, the biggest smile on your face. God, you looked so damn beautiful. I wanted to fuck you right then and there.” His lips tilt upwards at the memory. “Hell, I felt like a teenager all over again. You had me completely awestruck.”
“So, you just wanted to have sex with me.” I cluck my tongue, less than impressed with his revelation. “Got it.”
“In the beginning, yes,” Beau admits to me. “But that changed. As we’ve mentioned, we got to know you on the surface from a distance. The town matchmakers filled us in on the rest.”
“Namely, Mrs. Keller,” Emmett remarks fondly. “She sings your praises every chance she gets.”
Martha, Mrs. Keller, speaks wonderfully about them too. It’s how I came to know the nuances of their lives, but not the sharing women part. If she’s privy to that little tidbit, she chose not to disclose it.
“You have killer dance moves too, which is a plus.” Shepard grins, filling his plate with more salad.
“You’ve never seen me dance,” I retort.
“I did on the day you moved in,” he replies, regarding me with laughing eyes. “You danced from your car all the way to the front door. You’re uninhibited when you think no one’s watching.”
