She nodded her head. Wesson was already hard as a steel rod. As his brother moved from between Isabella’s legs, Wesson took his place. He knelt above her, his one thigh between her legs, his palms against the mattress above her shoulders. “Do you even know how beautiful you are?” he asked her. She shook her head. Those gorgeous green eyes of hers looked glossy and emotional. He pressed closer and kissed her nose, then her eyelids, then her cheeks and chin. When her hands moved along his sides and then up his chest, he shivered. He kissed her lips and then nipped her chin. Their gazes locked. “You feel that?” he asked her, staring down into her eyes.

  She gulped, as if she didn’t want to admit she felt it. Why was she so scared? Who was the man that hurt her? He lowered to her breast, exploring her some more. He licked her nipple, and flicked his tongue against her nipple. It hardened before his eyes and she moaned softly.

  “Oh Wesson, you and your brother are gorgeous. Your bodies are incredible. I feel so much,” she said and ran her palms up and down his pectoral muscles, then up his biceps.

  “We feel it, too, that’s what makes this so special.” He lowered down and licked her belly button, then eased a finger up into her cunt.

  He widened his eyes. “You are super wet, baby. You ready for me? Ready to get claimed by me?”

  “Yes,” she said without hesitation and it fed his ego. He maneuvered between her legs and then pulled her lower to the edge of the bed. Her ass and pussy were off of it as he pulled her thighs up against his hips.

  “You look incredible. I’m going to fuck this sweet, wet pussy so hard, so deeply while I watch your tits rock and sway, and you know what you’re going to do?” he asked her and stroked a finger into her cunt.

  She shook her head.

  “You’re going to listen to my orders, and you’re going to let go and feel.” He slid another finger along her asshole and pressed against the hole. She pushed down, wanting it. “Soon, very soon you’re going to have a dick in every hole. Three of us fucking you, loving you so thoroughly, and when it feels like you can’t take another one, there’ll be another man, one of my brothers to continue loving you. You’ll be begging for mercy,” he warned her and slid the second finger into her asshole. She reached down to grab his wrist. “No. You place those arms above your head. You keep your eyes on me,” Wesson ordered. She shivered. He felt it and he felt her pussy cream and her asshole muscles tighten against his fingers.

  He eased his fingers out of her. Looked at her sexy, petite body, and how she kept her arms above her head, how her full breasts moved as he aligned his cock with her pussy. He looked at the bandage and he remembered the concern he felt knowing she had been injured. “Here I come, baby. Here I come.” He thrust right into her cunt and she gasped. “Holy shit,” he said and looked at Finlin.

  “She’s incredible. Our kid brother was right on the money,” Finlin said and Wesson smiled.

  “Hold on, sugar, we’ve only just begun.” Wesson thrust into her cunt over and over again. They were both moaning and panting and he lowered down over her as he thrust into her and kissed her hard on the mouth. He ran his hands up her arms and rolled to his back. She grabbed on to him and he slapped her ass. “Ride me,” he said and she did. She lifted up, held on to his shoulders and thrust against his cock. Her breasts swayed and Finlin joined in.

  “Oh!” she cried out.

  “A nice, tight asshole. Can’t wait for Prime and Colt to be here so we can take you together,” Finlin said and she moaned and came hard. Wesson could feel her pussy muscles tighten and he was almost there. She moaned and hummed as he fucked her pussy and Finlin fingered her asshole. The realization that Isabella was their woman, that they were going to share her, claim her, and make her theirs both scared him and aroused him.

  He couldn’t fight the sensations. “Fuck!” he roared and Finlin pulled his fingers from her asshole, gave her as a slap and Wesson rolled her to her back and continued to thrust into her until he roared as he came. He kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips as she ran her fingers through his hair. They locked gazes. “Incredible,” he said and kissed her again. He rolled to the side, taking her with him. He slid his cock from her pussy and then lifted her thigh up against his thigh. Finlin lowered to the bed next to her, his front against her back and he caressed her skin. “Rest, Isabella. I don’t think we’re quite ready to leave this bed,” Wesson said and Finlin cupped her breast and kissed her shoulder. “I don’t think we’re going anywhere any time soon,” Finlin added.

  Prime was talking to Sheriff McCabe when the Sheriff received a phone call. Prime was in shock. When they put Isabella’s name into the computer earlier while filing the incident report, he couldn’t find anything on Isabella. Not a previous home address, a Social Security number, nothing. He was going to walk away when the Sheriff put his finger up for him to stop.

  “Isabella Forn is fine. Just some minor stitches. Who did you say the agent was?” he asked and Prime narrowed his eyes and followed the Sheriff back into his office. Kane wrote something down on a piece of paper. “You can’t give me more information than that? How do you want me to handle this? We need to ensure this dirtbag remains behind bars and doesn’t get out on some technicality. Both women could have gotten killed.” Kane exhaled. “I expect that call sooner than later. Thank you.” He ended the call. Kane placed his hands on his hips and looked at Prime. “What do you know about Isabella?” he asked.

  “What’s this all about?”

  “Has she given you any information on her life? Where she came from? Any possible danger she was involved in or could still be in?”

  “No. Jesus, Kane, tell me what’s going on. Who was that?”

  Kane exhaled. “A federal agent, telling me to back off, to not add that name to the computer system. As you heard, I explained we need her to ensure Simon doesn’t get off on some technicality. He said an agent would be in touch.”

  “A federal agent? What the fuck is she involved in?” Prime asked.

  “I don’t know, but this has the makings for trouble. Everyone is talking about her techniques out there against Simon, and he’s a pretty big man. He had a knife and she disarmed him and beat the piss out of him. Could she be an agent, or something like that?” Kane asked.

  “I don’t know. Holy shit,” Prime said and ran his fingers through his hair.

  “Your brothers are with her now. So I’m assuming you all are going to claim guardianship of her or what?”

  “Depends on Isabella. She’s resistant.” Prime clenched his teeth.

  “Listen, this could mean a number of things. Let’s wait for that call and take it from there.”

  Prime nodded, but he felt uneasy. What if she was in trouble, or was wanted for something, or maybe she was involved with someone else, and that was why she was holding back from a relationship with him and his brothers? Could Wesson and Finlin be making progress with her now? He pulled out his cell phone to check on them. They should be at the hospital by now checking on Candice before heading to the game.

  He texted Finlin. Got a response immediately. They were at the hospital. Candice was being released to her aunt, who lived in Central Valley.

  Is all good with Isabella?

  Better than good. We will all come back to her place after the game.

  Prime read the text and felt his heart racing. Did they have sex with her, too? Holy shit, this was happening. They were going to make Isabella their woman. What kind of trouble was she in? What hadn’t she revealed to him? He wanted that damn agent to call. What the fuck would this turn into? He had no patience for this. He wanted Isabella as their woman. They finally all shared the same attraction to one woman and she had to be attached to trouble. What the fuck were the chances?

  His heart pounded inside of his chest. Finlin, Wesson, and Colt were not going to take this calmly at all. They would interrogate her. Force her to tell them the truth. Finlin was a no-nonsense kind of guy who was rough around the edges, abrupt and demanding. He could just imagine how bringing her back to her place turned into making love to her. Fuck. She had to be okay. She couldn’t be a criminal, or have something attached to her that could prevent this relationship from happening. He cared about her so much already. He would handle this. Whatever it was, he would handle it.

  Isabella sat between Finlin and Wesson on the bleachers. The place was packed full of fans. When she first got there she was greeted by so many people who asked if she was okay, and that they were here for her if she needed anything. It was a shock, and Finlin and Wesson picked up on her expression as well as how quiet she got. Right now Finlin had his hand on her knee and Wesson’s arm was around her waist on her hip. They squeezed against her because she felt a little chill. She was actually tired. Perhaps the shock of it all was getting to her. She leaned against Wesson’s shoulder.

  Finlin squeezed her knee. “You okay?” he asked.

  “I just suddenly feel so tired, that’s all.”

  “Well, it’s almost over,” he said and caressed her thigh. She nodded and hoped for more nights like this one. Where she sat between such charismatic, capable, caring men and felt safe. Before long she was drifting off against Wesson’s shoulder.

  “We should go. Colt and Prime will meet us at her place,” Finlin said abruptly.

  She lifted her head, saw him looking at his cell phone and he seemed upset. “Everything okay?” she asked.

  He stared at her. Eyed her over like he knew something. Or…she wasn’t sure really but felt her gut clench. “Let’s get you home,” he said.

  They exited the bleachers and headed to the truck. As soon as they were inside the cab was quiet. “Wait until the actual games. We have to get here early to sit or we’ll have to stand,” Wesson told her.

  They got to her place and she could barely stand. “I’m so sorry. I feel so exhausted.”

  “It’s the trauma you went through. Then having to get stitches, too. Why don’t you get ready for bed and we’ll wait on the others to get here,” Wesson said to her.

  She nodded and walked out of the room. She got washed up, put on a nightshirt and nothing else. She wanted them in bed with her, next to her, keeping her safe and warm. She slid under the covers and laid her head on the pillow. She could hear the men talking in the living room but she was just too tired to go out there. She closed her eyes, ran her hand along the bandage, and thanked God that she was alive another day. How crazy would that have been to have died, or to have gotten seriously injured after all she went through to save her own life? Soon enough she was fast asleep.

  “What the fuck does that mean?” Colt asked Prime before Wesson or Finlin could ask him.

  “It means she’s unofficially being protected by these agents. I wasn’t allowed to be informed entirely about who got her here to this location. Apparently whatever she escaped from was bad. I called Alex Weathersen. He has some connections. This guy didn’t give us much but to just back off, basically. Said someone would be around in the next few days,” Prime said.

  “We need to ask her. She’ll tell us,” Finlin said, appearing angry.

  “She’s exhausted. Let’s wait to talk to her when she wakes up,” Wesson said.

  “You both made love to her. That’s progress right there. Next time we all make love to her together. We claim her no matter what’s in her past. I don’t care,” Colt said.

  “How can you say that when you don’t know who she really is? I don’t like the way I feel right now. It’s like this isn’t real. Like making love to her earlier suddenly lost depth and the connection,” Finlin stated.

  Prime placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “That’s because you want to know exactly who she is. You don’t want secrets. None of us do.”

  “We’ll get her to explain,” Colt said and then they heard the noises coming from her bedroom.

  Colt and Prime walked into the room first. Isabella was tossing and turning. She was having a nightmare and Colt worried about her stitches. “Her stitches could tear,” he said and he tried waking her up. “Isabella? Isabella?” he said her name and caressed her cheek.

  He hadn’t expected the right hook to his face.

  “Shit,” Prime said and called her name again. They held her arms and coaxed her out of the nightmare.

  Her eyes popped open. “Caroline!” she screamed out, and she gasped for breath. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

  “Easy, baby. You’re safe. We’re right here, it was just a bad dream,” Colt told her and caressed her cheek.

  She caught her breath. “Sorry. I’m so sorry,” she said.

  He rubbed his jaw. “That’s some right jab you have, even in your sleep,” he said and smirked at her.

  “Oh God, I hit you?” she asked and immediately pushed down the covers and lifted up. She was kneeling on the bed and cupped his cheeks.

  “I’m fine, baby. It’s you we’re worried about.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and widened his eyes when he realized she was naked underneath the V-neck shirt she had on. She was sexy and gorgeous, so petite and feminine, he felt so possessive of her. He pushed her shirt up, exposing her ass to Prime. His brother pulled off his shirt. “We need you, too, baby.”

  “I need you,” she said and lifted up to kiss Colt on the lips. He pulled back and helped her take off her shirt. She helped him take his off, and he looked at her body. How sexy and beautiful she was.

  He zeroed in on the bandage under her large, full breast. He cupped it and swallowed hard. “Are you sure that you’re okay, with the stitches?”

  “Yes, Colt, I’m fine,” she said and pressed her lips to his chest.

  He undid his pants, tightened up at the feel of her lips against his skin. He glanced at Prime, who was naked and ready to make love to Isabella, then at the others. They were all naked. He eased away from her to take off his clothes and Prime took his place and pressed between her legs. “You scared me today.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “You need to trust us. Entirely,” he said to her and kissed her tenderly on the lips. His brother made his way lower to her pussy and began to feast on her. Colt got back up on the bed. He caressed her hair from her cheeks.

  “I know you’re tired, sore, and maybe thinking about things, wondering if this is real with us. It is, Isabella. We want you as our woman, and not temporarily.” Her eyes widened and she looked about ready to cry.

  Prime eased up from her pussy and held her by her hips. “What he says is true. We feel so much for you. Want to protect you, and take care of you. Hell, love you if you’ll let us.”

  More tears fell from her eyes.

  “I don’t know what love is. No one ever really loved me,” she said.

  Colt’s heart ached for her. He stroked the tears away from her cheek. “How could no one ever love you? You’re gorgeous and sweet, so sexy and smart, plus you know how to take care of yourself, too. You saved Candice tonight. You’re amazing.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

  “I don’t feel amazing. I feel unsure, scared, that this could be a mistake. That wanting all four of you and accepting your love could be fatal to me.”

  “No. You can count on us. We aren’t going anywhere, baby.” Colt lowered his mouth to her lips and kissed her. Prime moved out of the way and let Colt take his place between her legs. Colt would be the last one to make love to Isabella. Then they would join in.

  He ravished her mouth, then trailed his lips along her throat. She ran her fingers through his hair, squeezed the muscles on his shoulders and lifted her torso up against his. “You smell so good. I bet your cream is delicious,” he said and licked down her belly to her mound. His first taste of heaven made him moan. He flicked his tongue, drove her wild as she wiggled and then held on to his head firmly.

  “Colt,” she exclaimed.

  “Mmmm.” He hummed against her mound, thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy.

  “Please, Colt,” she begged.

  He maneuvered back up, pulled her legs lower to the edge of the bed and against his cock. “You’re going to be mine now, too,” he said and aligned his cock with her pussy, as he held her gaze and slowly nudged his way into her cunt. Her lips parted, her green eyes sparkled and he was done for. He fell in love with her. It was instant. The sight of her feminine curves, her gorgeous face, her petite body in need of his protection, it was all a turn on. The fact that she fought to protect her friend and how strong and determined she seemed to be. He didn’t know what was in her past and sent her here to Cherry Hill to hide, but he would be damned if he would ever let her go.

  “Mine,” he said through clenched teeth and that was it. He pulled out and thrust back in. She countered his strokes and held on to him as he moved faster and faster.

  “All of us,” Finlin said.

  Colt slowed down, ran his palm up along her shoulder to her head and held her there. “You fit me perfectly.” He kissed her then rolled to his back. As he released her lips, Isabella sat up and began to ride him.

  She gasped as Finlin moved in behind her and added lube to her asshole. “Finlin?” she questioned and looked over her shoulder.

  Finlin cupped her breast from behind her. He pressed up close. “We make this official tonight. You become our woman, we become your guardians, your men, your protectors.”

  Her lips parted. “But, I …I have things to tell you. To explain.”

  “We don’t need to hear them now. When we’re done making love to you together, we’ll figure it out. You’re safe here with us, and we will protect you with all we have,” he said.

  “Accept us, baby. We aren’t going to disappoint you,” Prime said.

  She reached up so that Finlin had to press lower to reach her lips. She kissed him and Colt cupped her full breasts, pinched the nipples and thrust his hips upward. “Let’s do this. I’m already there,” he complained.