Hold Me Close (Bridgewater County 4)

And those words made my cock press painfully against the zipper of my jeans.

“You let us worry about that,” Matt said. “Our priority is to make you feel safe, cherished, and happy. And well pleasured.” He winked, then slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.

The bastard, I wanted to hold her. I only had a quick taste of her lips and I wanted more. She was like a damn drug.

“Making sure you’re satisfied in bed is all part of the package,” he added.

I looked around the sterile room with its fluorescent lighting. “Sweetheart, I can promise you this—if you come with me and Matt, you’ll have a far better time getting knocked up than you would if you stay here.”

“That’s right. If you want a baby, you’ll get one from us. The old-fashioned way,” Matt added, his gaze heated as if he were thinking about filling her with his cum and making a baby.

She giggled at that and I felt a surge of heat rush through me at the sound. Fuck, I wanted to hear her laugh every day of my life. But for now, I needed to feel her. Taste her. If I didn’t get her in bed soon, I might lose my mind.

“I’m clean, baby,” Matt said. I was impressed he remembered something so important. “Been tested, even have the paperwork.”

“Me, too. You don’t have to worry about anything with us,” I added. She was a virgin, so the chances of her having some kind of STD were slim, but surely she’d been tested by the sperm bank. I had no interest in having this conversation later. I wanted her mind free of any worry. I wanted her mind free of everything.

> She gave a nod, then grew serious. I could practically see her mind racing, trying to think ahead and plan for every outcome. Our woman was nothing, if not practical. “But what if I do get pregnant?” she asked. “I couldn’t ask you two to be fathers. It’s too soon, we barely know—”

I put my fingers over her soft lips to keep her from finishing. Fuck, they were soft. And when her tongue flicked out and licked my fingers ever so slightly, I stifled a groan.

“Haven’t you heard a word we’ve been saying?” Matt asked. “We’re in this for the long haul. As in forever. Ethan and I have always wanted a big family. We’ve just been waiting for the right woman.” By his shit-eating grin, it was clear he assumed this was a done deal. Her major objections had been overcome and now it was time to celebrate. Not just celebrate, but make a baby. “If you want a baby, then we’ll give one to you. But we’re doing this, like we said, the old-fashioned way. Our cocks deep in that virgin pussy filling you with our seed. Sound good to you?”

I watched as she flushed at Matt’s words. He was the dirty talker. Those kinds of words were what got us into this whole mess in the first place, but we’d told her we wanted her. Hell, we were standing in a fucking sperm bank. It was time she knew what we’d do with her, how she’d get that baby she wanted so badly.

“Who do you want first, sweetheart? Who are you going to let open you up for the first time?”

Rachel glanced between the two of us and she bit her damn lip again. A slow, shy smile spread across her face. “That’s not fair,” she replied. “I can’t pick. Surprise me.”

Oh, we’d surprise her. We’d watch as her eyes widened at the pleasure we’d give her, how it would feel to have her men take care of her. Fuck her, fill her. Mark her. And the time to do so was now.

CHAPTER EIGHT

RACHEL

Surprise me? What had gotten into me? I was never that bold, especially with men. But they’d grinned almost wickedly at that and moved so quickly, I was sure my head was spinning.

I had no idea they’d been so interested in me. Matt had made it abundantly clear I wasn’t what he was looking for. The brawny cowboy had told me outright and with embarrassing clarity.

Then Ethan had been all bossy and dominant at the Barking Dog that night, but then nothing. Bam. It was like the two of them shut everything down. They never got within five feet of me, only looked me in the eye when speaking of ranch business and even then, it was with a cool indifference that told me all I’d needed to know.

The two hot cowboys weren’t interested.

But now? I felt nervous and hot, tingly and a whole lot confused. They wanted me. They had all along! They’d come all the way to Helena to stop me. To tell me the truth about their feelings.

All this time I’d thought otherwise. I inwardly groaned at all the heartache and frustration that could have been skipped. How many nights had I lain awake, bothered and miserable? Too many. Enough that I’d decided to get pregnant on my own.

And that plan was not something they liked. Oh no. Their Neanderthal ways were showing. They wanted me and if I was going to have a baby, they were going to fuck me until we made one.

Holy hell. My pussy ached at the idea, yet I was also petrified. I’d told them the truth, I wasn’t good at intimacy. What if I freaked on them?

As Ethan helped me gather my things, Matt got on his phone and I heard him booking a room at a nearby hotel. I watched them with wide eyes, taking in their well-worn jeans that molded perfectly to their grab-worthy butts and powerful thighs. Matt was leaner than Ethan, but his shoulders were broad and well defined in his gray t-shirt. Ethan wore a plaid snap shirt and with the sleeves rolled up, I couldn’t miss the corded forearms tanned from their time outdoors. And all that male goodness was going to be mine to touch and grab and lick and….

Matt hung up, gave Ethan a quick nod, held out his hand for me. Oh wow. A hotel? Now? When they said they wanted to get started with the baby making, I hadn’t realized they’d meant right this second. I’d barely begun to process the fact that these two sexy, charming, outrageously hot men were interested in me. No, not just interested. They wanted forever.

That word gave me a thrill. Forever. I couldn’t believe they’d actually said that. Heck, I still couldn’t believe they wanted me. Me. The twenty-six-year-old virgin. Their prudish, prim office manager. They could have anyone they wanted and they wanted me.

I just hoped they wouldn’t change their minds after one night in bed with me. What if I froze up?