Dare to Love (The Dare 4)

“They were after you. That was obvious by their technique and the lengths at which they were willing to go to get you,” Warner told her and then his cell phone buzzed. He read the text and then excused himself. She watched him walk into the living room.

“Listen, Mercedes, we’re taking care of everything. Warner, Kurt, and I along with some close friends who do investigative work for a living are going to find these guys and get them. You don’t need to worry about anything anymore because we’re going to watch over you,” Taylor said and reached out and caressed her cheek.

“I can take care of myself,” she replied and stood up from the table. She didn’t want them babying her. Now they thought she was weak.

She headed to the garbage and Kurt grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

“You need to eat.”

She held his gaze. “I’m not hungry.”

“You need to try and eat,” he told her slowly and with conviction.

She stared at him and leaned a little closer. “I’m. Not. Hungry.” She emphasized each word and pulled from his hold and walked toward the garbage. But when she turned around Kurt was standing there. He stepped toward her and she took a retreating step back. Her ass hit the counter.

Kurt stared down into her eyes. God, he was so good looking. She wanted so many things yet feared so many things. She’d never known men like this. Why did she feel like running, but also like letting go and letting them take whatever they wanted from her? It was ludicrous, irresponsible, and yet exciting, enticing, and she wanted to feel more.

* * * *

Kurt couldn’t hold back. He’d waited so long to touch Mercedes, to kiss her and hold her in his arms, and the fact that he almost lost her overwhelmed him. He pressed closer, placed his hand on her hip and then reached up to cup her face and her hair. He tilted her head up toward him.

“Mercedes, I know you’re scared. Hell, you scared the hell out of me last night. We could have lost you, and that isn’t sitting right with any of us. Don’t push us away because of that fear, or because you think we just suddenly grew feelings for you. We didn’t.” He looked at her expression and the way she appeared timid and accepting. He lowered his mouth closer to hers to test the water and see if she would let him kiss her. Just as his lips were about to kiss her, she closed her eyes and he felt relieved as he pressed his lips fully to hers.

He pulled her closer as he held her snugger against the island. She opened her mouth to his invasion and he explored her, pulling a moan from her, too. His cock hardened and he knew she felt it as she began to stop the kiss from continuing. She was sweet, sensual, and had a hell of a body. He slowly released her lips then cupped her cheeks between his hands.

“I’ve waited for a long time to do that. It was worth the wait,” he said and she just stared at him. He released her cheeks and caressed her shoulders then her arms.

“You should really try to eat something.” She shook her head.

Kurt took her hand and when they turned around Taylor was there staring at them and Warner looked upset.

Kurt wrapped his arm around Mercedes’s waist, sensing that she wanted to pull away and try to leave and avoid Warner. His brother was intimidating to say the least but he needed to make his feelings known to Mercedes, or this wouldn’t work and she wouldn’t trust them.

Warner stepped closer.

* * * *

Warner didn’t know why he reacted the way he did to seeing his brother Kurt kiss Mercedes like that. But it affected him, aroused him, had him practically hanging up on Gemini. He stepped closer, looking her over in the shorts and see-through T-shirt. Did she even know it was see-through? Probably not. She was classy, a lady, a woman who deserved everything including men who could cater to her every need and love her. Was he capable of love? Did he already love her, and that was why he was so fucking scared right now? He didn’t know, but looking her over, seeing her eyes glisten with arousal, had him making his next move.

He was right in front of her, looking down at her petite frame, her big hazel eyes that just held his as she breathed unsteadily.

He reached out and took a strand of her lovely brown-red hair in his hands and let the silky strands pass through his fingers. He inhaled, smelling her shampoo and loving the scent of her. She looked so youthful, so special and gorgeous he felt unworthy to even touch her never mind want to possess her. But he couldn’t resist. He needed to taste her, too, and to let her know that these feelings were strong and authentic.

He let his eyes roam over her body, her abundant breasts, her flat, firm waist and belly, and then her bare thighs. His cock hardened. He was so much bigger, they all were, and he could hurt her when all he wanted to do was take care of her and make her theirs.

“This isn’t a game. We don’t play games. Not when it comes to you and how we feel. I’m the reason why you were almost abducted last night.” Her eyes widened.

“No, Warner. Why would you say that, or think that?” she asked him.

“If I hadn’t been halfway across the world on some stupid job, running away from you and the feelings I have for you, then you would have been where you belong. In our bed, being our woman.”

Her eyes widened and he couldn’t say anymore. He had to taste her. He pulled her closer, his brother released her, and he swept his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply. When she ran her hands up against his chest, he deepened the kiss, lifted her up, and placed her onto the kitchen island. He caressed her everywhere his hands could reach. Over her back, under her ass, then back up to her back. He could wrap his arms fully around her and still have room because she was petite in comparison. He pressed closer, widening her thighs and getting a full taste of her. They were both kissing, trying to gain control of that kiss when he trailed his lips past her mouth to her neck and suckled hard.

“Oh God, Warner. Warner,” she said his name, gripped his shirt at his shoulder with those delicate, small hands of hers that couldn’t fight him off if she tried, and he thought about her attackers, the strikes she took, and how they tried to take her from him and his brothers. He grabbed her hips and pulled them forward as he thrust his body forward so she could feel how fucking hard she got him.

“Oh God,” she moaned and he covered her mouth and kissed her again, stroked his tongue deeper, and then reached under her shirt and cupped her breast. She rocked her hips forward and he continued to massage her breast. They were firm, large, and felt like he imagined they would feel. Amazing. When he slowly began to release her lips he saw the expression on her face. Her lips were swollen, her face flushed, and her shirt dipped low enough to see the cleavage of her breasts and how well-endowed she was.

“You’re going to be our woman. Hell, you already are, baby,” he said and then he pulled his hand from under her shirt as Taylor stood by them. Taylor didn’t hesitate. He reached out, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her fully on the mouth. That kiss grew wild, deeper in no time at all and when he pulled back Kurt was standing on the other side of her.