“Mike,” she moaned.
“Damn, I’ve got good timing,” he said then ran his fingers through her hair, tilted her head back, and kissed her. She reached up and held onto his cheeks and head as he ate at her mouth and Danny feasted on her breasts. She’d never felt so out of control. She never wanted to have sex so badly in her life, and that thought had her pulling from Mike’s lips.
“We have to stop. Oh God, Danny, please.” She begged for him to release her breast. He pulled on her nipple, twirled his tongue around the areola, then released it.
“I want you,” Danny told her then cupped her face between his hands and kissed her deeply. She held onto him, even as she felt him stand up with her wrapped around his waist as if she weighed nothing at all. She felt them walking and she pulled back.
“Wait. Oh God, we can’t. God,” she said and banged her forehead against his chest.
They were in her bedroom. Danny sat down with her still straddling his waist. Mike caressed her hair from her cheeks.
“Talk to us. Explain what’s going on.”
She lifted her head from Danny’s chest and held Mike’s gaze.
“I can’t take this chance. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
“Because of him? Because of this asshole who hurt you?” Danny asked, sounding angry.
She nodded her head.
Mike crossed his arms in front of his chest.
He looked so big and powerful even out of uniform.
“Why don’t you explain a little more about this guy? Make us understand what’s holding you back?” Mike asked. She eased her way off of Danny’s lap. She stared at both of them. She saw the bed, looked at their bodies in the jeans, the T-shirts, and those sexy, older expressions. It turned her on and made her want to throw inhibition to the wind.
“Let’s go back out into the living room,” she said and went to leave. Mike grabbed her hand.
“No. Let’s talk right here. It’s obvious that being in your bedroom alone with us makes you nervous. Why?” he pushed.
“Mike, please. Let’s just go into the living room,” she said, feeling that anxiousness begin to deepen. She was getting frazzled and freaked out.
He pulled her closer. He ran his hand along her hip and cupped her breast gently. She pulled back. He pulled her against him again.
“You’re practically shaking. We would never hurt you,” Mike told her.
“Did this guy you were with, did he hurt you, Marlena? Did he abuse you?” Danny asked and she felt the tears hit her eyes.
“Let’s go back out,” she said but didn’t move. She felt like if she did move then even that would make her cry. Make the tears flow and she would break down and tell them everything.
“Why are you scared of being in this bedroom with us?” Mike pushed for answers. He was being a boss, a law man, running the show, and she got angry, and it put her on the defensive.
“It’s better if we go into the kitchen and finish working,” she said slowly.
“No. We want you in here. Why do you want to leave us?” Danny asked, standing up and taking her other hand. They both stepped closer, holding her hands and bringing them to their chests, palms flat.
“Why?” Mike pushed.
She lowered her head.
“Because I won’t be able to stop. I’ll want to keep feeling everything you make me feel and I shouldn’t let it happen.”
She felt Mike’s fingers under her chin tilting her face up toward him.
“But it’s right, what we feel. My brothers and I want you. We want to make you happy, protect you—”
She shook her head, cutting him off.