Stacy's Destiny (The Town of Pearl 2)

“It’s okay, honey, my brother will handle this. Don’t be afraid,” he whispered next to her ear. She sensed the large presence behind her and felt the heat of his body against her back. She was wedged between two very sexy men, and boy, did her body know it.

She tried to focus on the banter going on between the guy named Gutry and the deputy, but Eric had yet to release her hips and Max still held a hand against her right thigh. For the life of her, she couldn’t believe how turned on she was, being touched by both brothers at once. It was shocking and scared her almost as much as Gutry.

“I was just introducing myself to the new girl in town, and she was just about ready to go for a ride with me.”

Stacy was shocked and outraged. “I was not!” she exclaimed as she attempted to get around Max. Eric held her firmly, and Max pressed against her thigh then looked over his shoulder at her. One look into those dark brown eyes and she froze in place.

Suddenly she felt real uncomfortable. This wasn’t good at all.

“You heard her. She ain’t interested so move along,” Max stated firmly.

“I didn’t hear her say that. I think you two are scaring her,” Gutry responded, sounding cocky and not the least bit intimidated by the deputy.

“Come on over here to me, honey. You don’t want to mess with these two. They like to share women and have their way with them. You’ll only need me in your bed.”

Max stepped forward, but Stacy beat him to it. She shifted under Eric’s hands and stepped aside. “Just leave me alone!” Stacy yelled. She felt herself shaking as the fear and reminder of what happened back in New York entered her mind. Why couldn’t men just leave her alone?

“Get the hell out of here, Gutry. Keep away from this woman or you’ll be dealing with us,” Max yelled as Gutry placed his hands palms up in the air and back stepped out of there.

Stacy remained next to the truck trying to control her breathing. Between the confrontation with that creep Gutry and the sexual attraction she felt being sandwiched between the two brothers, she felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her.

“You okay, honey?” someone asked as Stacy kept her head down and her hands on her thighs as she tried to relax. A panic attack seemed to be looming, and she prayed she didn’t get one right now.

She felt the gentle touch of fingers against her cheek then pushing strands of hair behind her ear.

“I think she’s having a panic attack,” one stated.

“Just breathe, darling. That guy won’t bother you again.” Then the other one spoke. She thought it was Max who added that statement. She felt so embarrassed but also grateful and annoyed. Why did these things keep happening to her? Why were there always men around who felt they could harass her?

“I’m okay. Please just leave me alone. I don’t want any trouble,” she whispered as the dizziness lessened. Now she was trying to deal with the warm, tingly feeling invading her body from the gentle touch of masculine hands caressing her.

She slowly began to stand when Eric took a hold of her elbow.

“Take it nice and slow. Don’t move too fast.”

She took a deep breath then opened her eyes, locking gazes with a hunk. Her stomach tightened, and her insides did some sort of flip-flop thing she was not the least bit familiar with. Trying to ignore his beauty, she turned away only to lock gazes with his almost identical twin brother. The gold star on his brown uniform shirt, the holster on sexy hips, and a flat stomach all led to a solid muscular chest, a tan, thick neck, and a face that knocked the breath from her. It appeared they realized what effect their good looks had on her as Max raised his eyebrows at her and Eric placed his hands on his hips, looking amused. She needed to think fast and get the heck out of here.

“Hey, Stacy, Lewis is bringing the machine around. He’ll get the power washer in your truck for you. Hi Deputy, hi Eric,” Lisa chimed in, breaking up the awkward moment.

Stacy began to walk back toward the store when she felt a hand grab her hand to stop her. She whirled around, pulling her hand from Eric’s grasp.

“Don’t touch me. I’m fine and I don’t need your help.” She saw their puzzled expressions then the two of them standing side by side looking down at her. That’s when the reality of their height hit her hard. Boy, were they something else. Quickly she headed up the steps to the store and met Lisa at the doorway. “I’ll take that. Thank you for everything.”

“No problem, honey. I hope you have help to unload that stuff,” Lisa suggested.

“I can handle it. Thanks again,” Stacy replied then met Lewis at the back of the truck. Eric helped him lift the power washer into the bed of the truck.

“Was that Gutry I saw out there bothering Stacy?” Lewis asked.

Eric nodded, and he looked really angry. What did he have to be angry about? She was the one being harassed.

“You make sure you stay clear of that man, Stacy. Especially if he’s been drinking. He ain’t nothing but trouble,” Lewis stated. The man was almost as tall as Eric.

Stacy went to lift the tailgate up so she could get the heck out of there when Eric did it for her. Their hips touched, and she jumped to the side, right into Max.

“Excuse me,” she stated then tried to move around him. He was so big, and the scent of his cologne invaded her nostrils. She felt that tingling sensation again and knew she was sexually attracted to him. She was to both brothers. What woman in her right mind, seeing two cowboys as sexy and good looking as the Cantrell brothers wouldn’t be turned on? Her pussy actually ached. What the hell? Then she thought about her vibrator and Millie’s comment about orgasms. Shit. She didn’t need this.

“You have help back at the farm?” Lewis asked her as he stood on the opposite side of her. She needed to get away from the deputy.