Lena's Happily Ever After (The Town of Pearl 3)

“I asked you first, and for a petite young woman, you do have the body of a porn star. That wasn’t a line, darling,” he teased as he rubbed his thumb along her left breast and nipple making it tingle straight to her mound. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

Lena felt his warm breath against her neck then his tongue as he licked her skin. When Bryan

t reached her chin, he nibbled gently with his teeth, causing her to moan then raise her left thigh and try to rub it along his thigh.

“I don’t want to hurt your bruise.” He shifted upward to kiss her on the mouth. When he released her lips, she lifted her mouth toward him to make him come back and kiss her more when she felt the twinge of pain in her cheek and eye.

“Damn it, Lena. You’re hurting.”

“It’s fine,” she stated, feeling annoyed. She was used to pain. Pain was a rather common thing in her life.

Before he responded, they both heard the sounds of trucks pulling up outside and then the sound of heavy footsteps.

“Your men are here for you,” he stated with a bit of an attitude then slowly got up off the bed.

Her heart immediately sank as she tried to look at him, but her head really hurt.

“I’ll get the door and the ice.”

He adjusted his pants and slightly limped out of the room.

How was she supposed to handle all these feelings? It wasn’t right to feel this way about four men at once. Maybe it was because she never met such perfect men before and she was being crazy?

“What are you doing here?” she heard Kenny ask and then heard the other footsteps.

“Is she okay, Bryant?” Quinn asked him.

“I’m getting more ice.”

Lena looked at the clock with one good eye and one blurry eye. It was nearly swollen shut and black and blue. She just knew it.

“Lena!”

Kenny came storming into her bedroom followed by Blake and then Quinn. Three huge-ass cowboys were crammed into her tiny bedroom. What a sight.

She held up her hand.

“I’m fine. There’s no need to freak,” she whispered as she cuddled into the pillow. They saw her face, and the yelling started.

“Holy shit, that looks fucking terrible!” Kenny yelled.

“Jesus, Lena, how the hell did that happen?” Blake asked.

“Son of a bitch, that looks bad,” Quinn added as they gathered around the bed.

It was Kenny who knelt on her bed and touched her chin, tilting it up toward his face. She kept her eyes closed.

“Why didn’t you call one of us?” Kenny asked through clenched teeth.

“I’ve told you this before, Kenny, I’m a big girl and can take care of myself.”

He squeezed her chin a little tighter and held her gaze with his stern expression.

“The point is that you don’t need to handle things on your own.”

“Yeah, that’s why we’re here,” Blake added.

“I should call Dad and see if we can bring her over so he can take a look at that eye,” Quinn suggested, looking rather upset. He was a handsome cowboy, dressed in dark jeans and wearing his button-down plaid shirt and Stetson. Damn, what was she thinking running off to a place like Texas?