Porterhouse (Grade-A Beefcakes 4)

Bennett stepped closer, ready to grab Frank’s arm. I put mine out to stop him.

“My problem was being with a limp dick like you. You couldn’t have found my clit if you had a road map.”

For months, I’d been all twisted up over Frank. No, over his words. God. No longer.

“Please, you’re a frigid bitch and there’s no chance of you thawing out.”

“That’s it. You’re a dead man,” Cash said. I hadn’t been watching him, my focus solely on Frank. But his arm shot out from behind me and his fist connected with Frank’s face.

The sick crunch of bone couldn’t be missed. Blood poured from his nose as he bent forward.

“You fucker! You broke my nose.”

Bennett grabbed him, hauled him up by the scruff of his neck and practically carried him toward the car parked nearby. One I’d missed earlier. “Get off my property before I kill you and leave you to rot.”

“Oh, you’re into her, too,” he commented, stumbling. He glanced at me, his hand over his face, blood dripping off his chin. “Yeah, doubling your chances on making a guy happy. Smart. And one with a big wallet.”

Clearly, Frank didn’t realize his life w

as in danger.

“Wait!” I said, before Bennett dragged him toward the nearest ditch.

“You were cruel with your words, Frank,” I said, once Bennett hauled him around to face me. “Still are. I couldn’t see it before, but I can now. You’re shit in bed and take it out on the woman you’re with. As for me being with Cash and Bennett? I use them for their big dicks. Turns out, a small one like yours just doesn’t make me hot.”

Cash laughed and pulled me into his arms as Bennett hauled Frank to his car. He leaned down, spoke to him low enough I couldn’t hear, then shoved him in and watched him drive away.

“He won’t be bothering you anymore,” Bennett said, walking toward us.

I was all for girl power and taking care of myself, but it felt good to know I had protectors, guys who’d watch out for me… and not because I was a little sister.

I nodded, not wanting to talk about it. They were now aware I’d slept with Frank. Bennett knew a guy had messed with me, perhaps Cash even picked up on it as well the day before, but not who. I’d made a mistake being with Frank. God, if I could take that time back, I would, but I couldn’t change the past. Cash and Bennett weren’t virgins. They’d been with women before me. They couldn’t change that either. What mattered was now.

“Is it true, what you said?” Bennett asked.

I frowned. “Huh?”

“You’re using us for our big dicks?”

I grinned. “You two definitely know how to use them since you’re strippers and all.”

Cash grabbed me about the waist, tossed me over his shoulder. I shrieked, then laughed. I couldn’t help but eye his taut ass as he carried me toward the house.

“You want big dicks? We’ll give you big dicks.”

11

CASH

* * *

I wasn’t fucking Julia in Bennett’s shop. She deserved more comfort than a counter top. Again. Especially after the fucker who’d insulted our woman. I’d hate myself forever for how I’d rejected her. I’d meant to do the right thing, but it was obvious now I’d only poked at an old wound brought about by the douche canoe she’d dated. I didn’t want to linger on the thoughts of him touching her, but we all had lovers in our past.

I’d make her forget about him, make her forget her own fucking name. I had the rest of my life to show Julia Duke just how perfect she was. She was hot, responsive and my dick would never get enough of her.

I’d show her, starting right now. I carried her through Bennett’s house and to his bedroom. Dropped her onto the unmade bed. The sheets were twisted, in disarray, and I had to wonder what Bennett had done with her while I’d had my head up my ass.

Sprawled on the bed, hair a wild tangle, her cheeks flushed and her teeth biting into that plump lower lip made my dick throb.