Belonging to Them - By Brynn Paulin Page 0,2
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Despite her awful situation, her mouth watered. At another time, she might have considered exploring the spark of invitation in his eyes. And man… His navy shop shirt and pants hugged a frame that made her puny, pencil-pushing jerk of an ex look sickly. A little shiver went through her at the sight of his massive, rough-looking hands spanning his elbows as he rested there.
“Why don’t you stay?” he said simply.
“But there’s nowhere—”
“At our place. We have room. That Victorian over there.”
She turned to glance where he pointed. Room? The place was massive. “You should have a bed and breakfast there,” she murmured, looking back at him.
“No one to run one. My cousins, my brother and I are here most days. There’s four of us O’Keefes.”
“And you’d let me stay with you?” She glanced at the two men who’d joined them. One had blue eyes and an embroidered tag that said “David”. The other, with a tag labeling him as “Sean”, had brown eyes. And man… What did they feed the men around here? They both had similar builds to Patrick, as well as similar looks. They were scruffier, but she guessed that was from working primarily in the garage.
Their hands looked just as rough.
“Of course you can,” Sean replied and David gave a quick nod.
“But there’s a…well, a catch,” Patrick said.
“Okay…” she ventured.
“If you say no, then I’ll arrange a ride for you into the city. But if you say yes, I promise you won’t regret it.”
“Yes, to what?”
Patrick studied her again, and she sensed he was gauging her reaction to whatever he was about to propose. “For whatever reason,” he started, “Daly is a little one-sided on gender.”
“All men,” Sean injected. He shoved Patrick’s shoulder. “Stop being such a girl and just say it. Or I will, if you want.”
Patrick shot him a glare, sighed and refocused on Rayna. “Stay here for a week, free of room and board. We’ll fix your car. But in return, you’ll belong to us for that time.”
Her chin lowered and her head tilted slightly. “Excuse me?”
She couldn’t help the way her gaze flitted from one man’s hands to the next. Three sets of hands. Huge. Rough. Her heart pounded in her chest. What would they feel like running over her skin? Suddenly, her panties were damp, and her womb quivered in anticipation though she was sure she’d heard incorrectly.
“There aren’t any unattached women in Daly,” Patrick said. “Most of the women here are in ménages with two or more men—all committed. We’d surely be obliged if you’d stay with us and be ours for the next week. It will give you time to straighten out this mess that’s happened, and if you insist that it will make you feel better to pay us later for the car, you can. But this isn’t about money or services. It’s really about an incredibly beautiful woman who’s taken our fancy and who we’d like to get to know a whole lot better.”
“And fuck,” Sean muttered, and both Patrick and David shoved him.
Despite the outlandish proposal before her and her utter confusion, she had a hard time containing her smile at their antics. Momentarily. Then the weight of it hit her again, and she picked up with Sean’s simple version of things. “You want me to stay here, with you and…fuck you. All of you?”
Why on earth were her insides jumping in anticipation of the idea? What the hell was up with her? She should be running away as fast as she could—and running was all she could do since she was otherwise completely stuck here.
“Um…yes,” Patrick answered.
“And in return, in payment, you’ll fix my car.”
“No,” David said, speaking for the first time. His voice was so low it raked across her already turmoiled senses and caused her breath to catch. “No, you’d be our girl. Any guy worth anything would see to it that his girl’s car is fixed so she’s safe—he’d even do it himself if he could. And we can.”
“But no emotional entanglements to hang you up,” Patrick added. “Just fun. And pleasure. None of us are ready for permanent. You can drive away from here in a week with a bunch of memories and an experience none of your girlfriends can match.”
“I need to think,” she said.
“Here,” Patrick said, grabbing another coffee and pie voucher from the business card holder next to the cash register.
She shook her head. “I have some cash. I’ll get my own.”
“Yer a stubborn one, aren’t ye?” Patrick