She shook her head. “It’s all so crazy. I don’t know how to deal with any of you.”
He ran his finger along her lips then pressed the tip of his finger against her clit.
“You’ll figure it out. I have no doubt of that. But you can’t convince me you don’t feel it. This pull. We’re meant to be together, Georgina.”
Then he flicked his finger against her clit. He had to hear her cries of pleasure, wanted to feel her come apart in his arms. Little cries of need came from her mouth, she buried her face against his chest and clung to him as she shook, shattered, came apart in his arms. He stood there, his hand cupping her mound once more, feeling her tremble, acknowledging how badly he wished to press her back on the bed and take her.
Finally, he forced himself to step away. He pulled his hand free of her boxers, brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “Garret was right, you taste like peaches.”
She looked a little appalled then she shook her head. “You guys are insane. You can’t share me.”
“We can.”
“And what if you get jealous? What if you come to hate each other?”
“We won’t. And if we did have problems, they wouldn’t touch you.”
“Sure, they wouldn’t.”
“They won’t. I promise you that.”
She just stared at him. “You’re a convincing man. You’re used to getting your way.”
“Yes.”
“So’s my brother.”
Anger stirred. He pushed it back. “I am not like your brother.”
She sighed, sat on the bed and put her head in her hands. “I don’t know what to do.”
Sympathy stirred in him. He could keep pushing. Wanted to. But he’d overwhelmed her enough for one evening. As crazy as it was for him to believe, he knew he was leaving without her tonight.
“Lay back, you’re tired.”
“What?” She looked up at him.
He pushed lightly on her shoulders. Then he pulled up the covers and tucked her in. “Close your eyes. You keep squinting and rubbing your head. Do you have a headache?”
“Just a little one.”
“Little, my ass. Where is it?”
“Temples,” she muttered. He started to lightly massage her head, and she let out a sigh of pleasure. “What? You’re not going to keep on with the sales pitch?”
“Not tonight,” he told her.
“You don’t seem the type to give up easily.”
“Oh, I’m not. You can bet you’re going to see a lot of me and my brothers until you agree.”
She let out a sound that was halfway between a sigh and a laugh. “Yeah, I bet.”
12
They were wearing her down.
She paced back and forth across her bedroom floor. Each night one of them came to her, pleasured her and sometimes sleeping with her before sneaking away in the dark. She kept expecting them to try to force her to come with them. But it seemed they’d decided to embark on another plan. One much sneakier and much more effective.