“Tell you what. Let me watchyou, then we can call it even.”
“Not on your life,” I snap, coming to my senses. “That’s just a ploy to get between my legs. I know all about your reputation… aboutallof your reputations.”
“And what exactly have you heard?”
“The Wilders share their women.” I lift my chin. “Everyone knows that. You fuck ‘em then dump ‘em. I will not be another notch on the family belt.”
“The women we fuck know exactly what they’re in for and leave our bed satisfied,” he rumbles, slowly trailing a finger over my collarbone. I hold in my moan, fighting the urge to lean into him. “No promises. No lies. No commitment. Justhot,hardfucking. All three holes stretched and used.”
I slap his hand away. “I’m not interested.”
“Climb down off that high horse before you fall and break your pretty little neck.” Beau roughly cups my pussy. “We hear you calling out for us when you play between these thighs. You’re loud as fuck, Sweet Peach. Let us take care of you.”
“Are you crazy?” I push against his chest, but he’s as immovable as a mountain. “Someone could walk down this aisle at any moment.”
He steps back. “I’ll let you think on it.”
“There’s nothing to think about.” I grab my cart and start down the aisle, but jerk to a stop, seeing Emmett.
“Wanna watch me next?” He smirks. “Better yet, you could participate. I bet that mouth works wonders.” I go to move past him, but he blocks my path. “You should really reconsider his offer.”
“Kiss my ass,” I hiss, swerving the cart around him.
“I’ll kiss it… eat it… lick it,” he calls after me. “Whatever you want. All you have to do is ask.”
I hurry to the front, pay for my groceries, then make a quick beeline to my car. My steps slow.What the hell is going on?The Wilder men loiter at the back of their souped-up 4x4, which is conveniently parked next to my tiny bucket. I narrow my eyes. Is this an intimidation tactic? Are they planning to blackmail me? Well, I won’t take being bullied lying down, no pun intended. If they think they can scare me, they have another thing coming. I don’t care who they tell.
“Stop it,” I demand, propping a hand on my hip.
“We’re not doing anything,” Beau replies innocently, faux confusion marring his rugged features. “Just standing here, enjoying the parking lot scenery.”
Parking lot scenery, my ass.
“Okay, I watched you.” I click the trunk symbol on my key fob and start unloading my groceries. “I’m sorry but this is needs to stop. Now.”
Shepard chuckles. “I hope you’re this feisty in the bedroom.”
Beau and Emmett sport five o’clock shadows and classic taper haircuts, but Shepard resembles a wild mountain man—albeit an extremely sexy one. His long, undercut style and full beard give serious outlaw energy. I bet he was a hellraiser as a teen.
“Ever hear of this little thing called stalking?” I growl. “Just because I fantasize about certain umm… things, doesn’t equal me wanting it in real life.”
“In most cases, sure, but not in yours,” Shepard counters in aggravatingly arrogant confidence. “You want us to worship every inch of your delectable body… make your cunt weep until you can’t think straight. Just say the word,Sweet Peach. We’ll fuck you to sleep.”
My mouth goes desert dry, the explicit images his words induce sending my mind into an erotic tailspin. Three powerfully built roughnecks fucking me into oblivion… Spasms rock my feminine opening, coating my bare lips in sticky desire. I’m tempted to accept their offer, to throw caution to the wind and give my body what it so desperately craves, but common sense rears its ugly head. Some fantasies are meant to remain in the imagination, never to see the light of day. What would happen afterwards? Do we pretend the orgy never took place? That won’t be easy with them living next door. Taking them on together would be sexual suicide for me, anyway. My vaginal canal is naturally narrow.What a pleasurable death it’d be, though.
“The answer is no,” I grit out with finality, slamming my trunk shut and rolling the cart into the metal corral.
I climb into my car and secure my seatbelt, feeling their eyes branding me. Outwardly, my demeanor is impassive, but it’s an act. I’m achy and needy, so wet my cotton panties cling to my labia. I crank the engine and blast the air conditioner to cool my tepid skin, then head towards home. Looks like my vibrator is getting another workout tonight with new batteries for maximum toe-curling orgasms. I do a double take in my rearview mirror, instantly recognizing the big black truck right on my tail. Beau is behind the wheel. My heart rate skyrockets.
“Relax, they’re just going home,” I mumble.
He rides my bumper the entire way to our neighborhood, only falling back to pull into his driveway. I park in my own then hurriedly retrieve today’s bounty. Why did the stupid springs on the garage door have to break? Beau, Emmett, and Shepard linger on their wraparound porch, their vulturous gazes on me. I watch them watching me, sexual tension reaching boiling point. Emmett bites into a plump peach and the juices trickle down his chin. He nips, sucks, and lashes the tart fruit with his nimble tongue.
“This could be you,” he taunts in a seductive timbre that turns my knees to jelly.
“Need any help?” Beau asks.
“Huh?” I pant, my muddled brain not comprehending the question.
