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  Oh, he hadn’t shown himself for the asshole he was until their wedding night. She’d been starry-eyed and all agog that he had chosen her to be his wife. She’d quickly learned that behind his charming exterior lurked a controlling, abusive man.

  Would things have been different if she hadn’t witnessed him killing a man in cold blood on the day of their wedding? Probably not, after all, he’d had no difficulty raising a hand to her. No regret, no emotion had crossed his face as she’d laid there crying.

  She shuddered and shook her head to rid herself of the memory. Never again would she put herself in such a position. If she remained here, it would be because she wanted to, not because Adam dictated it.

  If she remained here. Was she contemplating? Really?

  “You’re out of your mind,” she muttered to her reflection in the mirror.

  You want them as much as they want you. Maybe more.

  Her nipples puckered as she imagined them making love to her. She felt an unbearable tightening in her groin. It spread throughout her pelvis, and her clit pulsed in reaction.

  She may be a virgin, but she wasn’t an idiot. She was as horny as a priest in the Playboy Mansion.

  Rolling her eyes heavenward, she dressed and slipped out of the bathroom. She meandered down the hall and, for the first time since her arrival, took stock of her surroundings.

  The cabin exuded masculinity. All the rooms were sparsely decorated in earth tones. The living room was dominated by the stone fireplace, and the glow spread warmth over the rustic wood floors. It was, she imagined, just as a cabin may have looked a hundred years ago.

  Ethan sat at a desk several feet from the fireplace. He was concentrating on a computer screen and occasionally tapping on the keyboard. Did they have internet access here in the middle of nowhere?

  She looked around for the others, but the house was silent. Taking a deep breath, she crossed the room until she stood behind Ethan.

  “Ethan?” she asked, damning how quivery her voice came out.

  He swiveled around in his chair and looked inquisitively at her.

  “Can I ask you some questions?”

  “Of course,” he replied.

  He stood up and tucked her hand in his then pulled her over to the couch.

  “Let’s get comfortable. ”

  She sank down beside him, careful to keep a safe distance from him. One touch from him and she was likely to throw herself into his arms and beg him to make love to her.

  She stared at him for a long time then gathered her courage around her. “Is this for real?”

  His gaze softened, and he sat back as if realizing she needed the space.

  “This must be difficult for you. ”

  She nodded. She swallowed back what she wanted to say then hesitated. Holding back her emotions wasn’t natural for her, as problematic as it may be. Something told her she could be honest with Ethan.

  “It’s difficult, but not in the way you’d think. ”

  She promptly blushed and looked away as she spoke.

  He didn’t prompt her to say more, he merely waited.

  “I don’t understand,” she began again, trying to formulate her thoughts. “How can you all want me? I mean I can understand wanting me, wanting to have sex that is, but Adam said… He made it sound like you wanted me to stay. ”

  Ethan nodded.

  “But how? You don’t know me. How can it be any more than lust at this point?”

  He smiled and reached over, curling his strong fingers over her palm. He picked up her hand then turned it over until her palm faced up. Bending his head, he pressed his lips to her skin.

  She shivered in reaction, a chill racing straight up her arm.

  “Lust? Oh yeah,” he said, lowering her hand. “But it’s more than that. ”

  Her hand fell to the couch, but she wanted to press it back to his mouth. The curl of urgency between her thighs had her shifting to alleviate the discomfort.

  “If you’re asking me if we’re in love with you,” he began, “well, I can’t speak for my brothers, but I don’t think it’s that simple. As you said, we don’t really know you. But we recognize you. Does that make sense?”

  She shook her head wordlessly.

  “Put it this way. I recognize you as the woman I will fall in love with. Maybe I’ve already started down the path. I won’t know until we’ve had more time to explore each other. ” He flashed a wicked grin at her. “And explore, I plan to do. ”

  For some reason, his simple honesty comforted her more than a declaration of undying love and devotion. She’d gotten those from Mason, and they certainly hadn’t done her any good.

  “What do you want?” he asked softly.

  “I want never to have gotten married,” she blurted out, allowing her regret to pour out of her soul.

  Tears stung her eyelids and she looked away.

  “Ahh, doll. ”

  He scooted forward and pulled her against his chest. He tilted her chin up until she looked him in the eye.

  “You don’t have to stay married to the bastard. ”

  Sadness swelled in her chest. “I don’t think he’ll let me go. I know…I know too much,” she said.

  He arched his brow.

  “What do you know, doll?”

  She closed her eyes. She needed to release the heavy burden she’d been carrying for the last two weeks.

  “I saw him kill someone,” she whispered. “On our wedding day. ”

  Ethan’s grip tightened around her.

  “Hell. ”

  She pushed away from him, gritting her teeth to keep the tears at bay.

  “You see, that’s why I can’t stay here. He’ll find me. He’ll kill you. It’s nothing to him. ”

  Ethan released his breath then looked over her shoulder.

  “You hear everything?” he asked.

  She swiveled around until she saw Ryan leaning against the wall behind her.

  Ryan nodded, his eyes glittering dangerously.

  “Did you email Cal?” Ryan asked.

  She looked back at Ethan in confusion.

  Ethan nodded. “Yeah. ”

  “Who’s Cal?” she asked.

  “He’s a lawyer,” Ryan said.

  Her eyes widened. She looked between the brothers, checking their expressions for something, some clue as to their intentions.

  “He’s a good friend of ours. He practices law in Denver. I emailed him about your situation. Asked him how best to proceed with terminating your marriage. ”

  She stood up in agitation, shrugging off Ethan’s hand.

  “You can’t tell him where I am!”

  “No one’s going to tell him where you are, doll. ”

  “Don’t you want to be rid of him?” Ryan asked.

  She looked up to see him studying her, probing her as if measuring her reaction. Her eyes narrowed. Did he think she wanted to stay married to Mason?

  “After what you heard, how can you doubt that?” she asked, staring back at him just as intently.

  They squared off, neither backing down as they burned holes through each other with their eyes.

  He relaxed his stance then crooked his finger at her.

  “Come here. ”

  It pissed her off that she found herself crossing the room to stand in front of him.

  He pulled her roughly into his arms and melded his lips to hers.

  She moaned low in her throat. God, he felt so damn good. She threaded her arms around his neck, and in that moment, she didn’t give a damn what he thought about her. She wanted to rip his clothes off.

  He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and nipped erotically. He wasn’t gentle, his touch was demanding. He slid his hands underneath her shirt, upward until he cupped her breasts in his palms.

  She flinched when his thumbs flicked her nipples. She arched closer to him, wanting more.

  Her breath came in r
agged spurts as his mouth left hers. He burned a trail down her neck then sank his teeth in the curve of her shoulder.

  She cried out, her legs collapsing beneath her.

  Something caught her. Not something. Someone. She found herself rocked against two hard chests. One in front. One in back.

  Gentle kisses rained where before Ryan’s teeth had seared her skin. She leaned back, wanting more of Ethan’s touch.

  Ryan shoved her shirt upward, baring her breasts. He bent and sucked one nipple into his mouth. God, he was hot. No preamble with him. No teasing. He went for it. Hard and fast.

  “Do you want it?” Ryan murmured.

  Did she want it? If she didn’t get it, she was going to kill someone.

  “If you don’t want this, now is the time to say so,” Ethan said as he rocked her ass against his rock hard erection.

  “No, don’t stop. Please. ”

  “Never let it be said I could refuse a lady,” Ethan said, his voice thick with desire.

  Ryan pulled the shirt the rest of the way from her body and tossed it on the floor. He hooked his finger in the waistband of her jeans and pulled her hard against him.

  He devoured her mouth with his as he fumbled with the zipper. In a few seconds, he was shoving her pants impatiently down her hips.

  “You’ve got too many clothes on,” she protested.

  Ryan’s eyes flashed. “In the bedroom. Now. ”

  She slipped past him and walked on shaky legs down the hallway toward Adam’s bedroom. She was clad in only her panties, but for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to be the one to divest herself of that last barrier.

  She turned around as Ryan and Ethan walked through the door. Ryan yanked his shirt from his jeans while Ethan slowly unbuttoned his.

  Her eyes were drawn to Ryan’s groin as he unbuttoned his jeans. He let his pants drop then pulled his cock from his underwear.

  He was magnificent.

  “Come here,” he said, as he fisted his cock in his hand.

  She knew what he wanted, didn’t need further instructions. She went to him and knelt on the floor in front of him.

  He grasped the back of her head and guided his cock into her mouth. He let out a harsh groan as he slid into her throat.

  He smelled musky and wild, tasted exotic.

  “Goddamn,” he muttered.

  She didn’t wait for him to set the pace. She was eager to explore him on her own. She made light sucking noises as she took him deeper into her mouth.

  He was big and hard. She couldn’t take him all, but damned if she wasn’t going to try.

  Ryan’s hips rocked forward and he thrust with more urgency.

  “You feel so damn good,” he said.

  Ethan’s hand tangled in her hair, and she felt her head pulled away from Ryan only for Ethan’s cock to replace Ryan’s.

  She opened her mouth obediently to accept his larger circumference, and he slid rapidly back and forth.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” Ethan said in a tortured whisper.

  She felt the light seep of fluid in the back of her throat. Tangy, slightly salty. She swallowed, expecting more, but he pulled away from her.

  Ryan lifted her to her feet and walked her backwards to the bed. The backs of her knees pressed against the mattress, and he laid her back until her legs dangled from the bed.

  He leaned over and pressed his lips to her belly just above the band of her underwear. Then he began pulling them down her legs, his lips burning a trail in the same direction.

  When she was free from the panties, he tossed them over his shoulder and nudged her knees apart. He knelt between her legs and ran a finger over the soft folds of her pussy.

  She jerked in reaction. God, she was wet. Her clit hummed, waiting for him to touch her there.

  He spread her wider then teased her entrance with one finger, two fingers. Then he bent his head and flicked his tongue over her clit.

  She nearly shot off the bed. Ethan gently pushed her back down. The mattress sank under his weight as he sat down beside her and began rolling the tips of her breasts between his fingers.

  Ryan swirled his tongue around her tight button then lapped downward to her opening.

  Ethan’s mouth closed over her nipple. Then her other. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a silent scream.

  Ryan slipped a finger inside her, then two. He slid them back and forth as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

  Her entire body tightened, jerked, then the world exploded around her. She lost the battle to remain silent, and she cried out as her orgasm racked her body.

  She felt a gush of wetness between her legs, but still Ryan continued tormenting her with his mouth. Ethan sucked one nipple and pinched the other with his hand. Unbelievably, she felt the slow crawl of her release build again. Not again. She couldn’t.

  Suddenly Ryan pulled away, and she felt her legs spread unbelievably wide. Ethan moved his lips to capture hers in a breathless kiss.

  “Relax, doll,” he whispered.

  And she knew what was coming. Craved it, wanted it more than anything.

  Ryan’s cock nudged her entrance then in one firm push, he slid all the way in.

  Her eyes flew open at the myriad of sensations accosting her. Pain, incredible pleasure, longing, want, need. She needed badly.

  He remained still for a moment as her body adjusted to his invasion. He was big. He wasn’t all the way in. Could he fit?

  “I can’t hold on anymore,” Ryan said through tightly compressed teeth.