Rosie was turned on, and she wanted him.
Staring into his eyes, she found his blue eyes hypnotizing. They were lighter than her own. She had dark blue eyes.
All of the men had different shades. Pops had a hard brown, darker than Marshall’s. Billy had beautiful hazel eyes, and Gavin had green. How lame was she that she knew their eye color, and loved it?
“Are you okay, babe? Pops asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just, I don’t know. I’m just a little nervous.” This was going way out of her comfort zone.
“We heard that you’ve made an arrangement to see a realtor,” Pops said.
“Yeah, I have. There’s no way I can even do what I want with it. Book Dreams is going to have to go.”
“What exactly do you need to do?” Marshall asked.
Out of all of the men, Marshall was the most muscular. He looked like a bodyguard more than a barman. He probably handled all the problems the club faced.
“Half the shop is a mess. You’ve seen it,” she said, pointing at Billy. “You were there the other day.”
“You stripped the walls down.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was told to do. Strip the walls down, and toss everything out, and then they’d come and do the café area. Half of my shop is covered with a large sheet. It’s a mess, and there’s no way for me to get the work done.”
“Cancel your appointment with the realtor,” Pops said.
“Why?”
“We’re going to handle the shop for you.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“You’ve already done enough.”
“Babe, when I said you were going to belong to us, what did you think that meant?”
“You want to have sex with me. I’m not very good at it so I’m thinking just once.”
Marshall chuckled, along with Billy, Ethan, and Gavin.
Pops didn’t chuckle.
He stepped toward her, cupping her cheek, and tilting her head back. “You think one time is going to be enough?”
“You don’t know me. I’m not very good. I’m lame.”
He frowned, and she tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her. He ran his thumb across her bottom lip, and she couldn’t resist opening up and licking him.
His other hand cupped her waist and pulled her close.
She gasped as her body pressed against his, feeling the rock hard length of his dick. Even with the clothes between them, she felt that he wasn’t a small man.
“Do you really think this makes you lame?” he asked. The hand on her hip moved toward her ass, and he squeezed a cheek. Suddenly, she spun around in his arms, and he held her back to him, and made her look at the men. “Look at them. Look in their faces, and tell me you can’t see how much we all want you.”
“How many men have you had before?” Ethan asked.
“One.”