STORY EXCERPT

London walked up the path of a gorgeous ranch house, following Asher to the front door. The wraparound porch was spacious with a wooden swing near the door. She pictured it as the perfect place to curl up with a good book and a glass of sweet tea. The thought caught her off guard as she focused on the real reason for her visit. Asher opened the door and led her inside. Immediately, male chatter came down the hall from a much larger room at the end. Asher rolled his eyes, following the sounds of the voices and leading her to a large, spacious kitchen filled with the men. Each of the brothers had gathered in the kitchen while Killian mixed up an assortment of ingredients that filled the room with an enticing aroma that made her stomach rumble.

“Ah, look who’s finally here.” Gunner sat at the kitchen bar with a beer at hand. He pulled the chair next to him out for her. “Have a seat.”

Asher went to the fridge. “Beer, London?”

“Sure.” She took the seat next to Gunner, turning slightly toward him. “The guy at the post office—I don’t remember his name,” she started, “told me that you were the person to talk to about setting up some kind of raffle for my candle shop.”

Gunner leaned back in his chair, angling his body toward her. “Raffle?”

“Yes. A free product or something to get people inside the doors. He said people in town like you and that they’d come if you told them to. He also said you should run for mayor, but I don’t know anything about that.”

Asher handed her a beer. She stared at the bottle a moment, unsure of how to pop the top off. Gunner grabbed it, held it to the counter and slammed his hand against it so that the cap flew off, and then he handed it back to her. She blinked a few times, causing him to grin. Instead of commenting, she took a sip.

“Anders exaggerates.” Gunner sipped his own beer. “He’s been wanting me to run for mayor of Lucky for several years. I’m not really into politics though. I’ll help you if you want. We can start something at the garage. Most of the men in Lucky come by sometime during the week. They can relay the news to their wives.”

She gave a small smile of hope. Any help she could get, she’d take. “Really? You’d do that for me? It’s been a rough few days and I’m all out of ideas to make my candle shop work.”

Gunner rubbed her back. “Why have you had a rough few days?”

Where did she even begin? Instead of telling the long story, she decided to go with the gist. After all, why bore them with the problems in her life? They probably had problems of their own and hers were of no concern to them.

“I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do this. It’s not going exactly as I had envisioned. Plus, I have to drive to the next town to mail the orders.” She sipped the beer. “I did something impulsive by moving here and I’m not sure it was the greatest idea for what I wanted to do with my life.”

And that was basically it. She didn’t do enough research about the place to make the decision to move. She knew this. She was smart and had enough experience that good business practice didn’t demand impulsivity. However, Josh had just broken up with her and she wanted to get away from the city. That really superseded everything. The ad for the rental space was cheap and she made the impulsive decision to take it.

She didn’t count on Lucky catering to people that enjoyed kinky love lives though. She knew absolutely nothing about that. She especially didn’t count on the men being so open with her about it either. Despite her reservations, she was intrigued by the whole situation. Her secluded, workaholic life barely had time for regular sex, much less something kinky and with four men.

“It will get better,” Jett said, standing on the other side of the counter with Killian. “Give it some time. I’m assuming you didn’t do so bad online. You probably need to work on your schmoozing, but you’ll be up and running in no time.”

“Yeah,” Asher commented, taking the seat next to her. “Impulsive decisions are usually gut instinct. You wouldn’t have moved here if you didn’t have a reason. You worked hard on the shop. Don’t throw in the towel for a couple of days.”

Gunner’s fingers lingered along her back, rubbing her spine in soothing comfort. “Owning your own business should be fun, London. We have fun at the shop. You should have fun at your store.”

“It’s not fun when you’ve got bills to pay.” She rolled her eyes. “All I’ve been doing is crunching numbers in my head all week. Will I spend my profit on that damn credit card bill Josh ran up, or that will go toward food at the supermarket? Granted, I’m eating Ramen noodles until I can afford something else, but I can’t stop doing the math. I’m a business major. It’s how my brain works.”

“Oh, hell,” Killian exclaimed. “You’re not eating Ramen noodles until you can afford something else. I won’t allow it. You can eat with us. I’m the best damn cook in Texas anyway.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Killian’s hands smoothed along her skin while Gunner cupped her breasts from behind. London may have said she wasn’t into what they did behind closed doors, but her body made her a fucking liar. Killian grinned at that. He reached between her legs, running his fingers along her pussy. The little sound of pleasure she gave him sounded like music to his ears. He loved when women reacted to his touch.

“Do you want us?” Gunner whispered against her ear as he pinched her nipples.

She nodded.

“Say it,” Killian commanded as his finger slipped inside her. “Tell us what you want.”

“Both. I want you both.”

Killian met London’s eyes. The water spray fell along the soft curve of her breast and rolled down the center of her stomach. Gunner kissed the side of her neck, eliciting pleasure there. Killian knew that time spent with this woman would have all three of his brothers falling in love with her.

Love. Where did that thought come from?

He stood and pulled her to him. Killian’s fingers tangled in her blond locks, pulling her closer, fusing their mouths together. His urgency was matched by her own need. Each demanding stroke of his tongue was met with sucking and nipping, a thrill of pleasure shooting straight to his cock. He needed her to touch him. He needed to feel that slender hand wrapped around his cock. Or her lips. Her mouth. God, he loved her mouth.

As if she knew the thoughts running through his head, she pulled back. Her eyes met his before glancing down at his hard cock. He’d been hard all night and watching the way his brothers took her, filling her pussy and mouth, only made it worse for him. For the most part, he exhibited a level of control that was completely new to him. How he hadn’t bent her over and fucked her blind, he didn’t know.

He tilted her chin up to meet her eyes. “I get your cunt.”

She nodded. Gunner pressed his lips against her shoulder. “I’m after him.”

Gunner reached for some condoms and handed one to Killian while he sat on the shower bench. He rolled the thin rubber on and pulled her down to straddle his lap. Her pussy was sopping wet and he angled his dick so that she slid down with complete ease onto him.

Gunner continued to touch her, smoothing his hands along her back and arms while London arched and started rocking her hips. Her knuckles pressed against Killian’s thighs. This would be a quick fuck, he realized, feeling the pressure low in his belly. He prided himself on not being a quick lay, but damn, the tightness of her pussy squeezed every inch of him, hypnotizing Killian to the point he simply didn’t give a fuck.

He held her hips, watching as her heavy breasts bounced in front of him. Vaguely he recalled Gunner somewhere near them. The steam from the shower had dissipated somewhat but Killian was thankful Jett had a tank-less water heater installed. And with her sopping wet hair clinging to her face, the wet droplets from the spray rolling down her soft skin, he knew damn good and well that the shower would be visited again. It might even be his favorite part of the house.

London let out a moan and he felt her pussy contracting around him. He knew she was someone they should pursue. Everything about her made him want and crave more.

Shit.

The pressure built in his balls and with one hard thrust, Killian exploded inside her, a deep groan of pleasure echoing in the shower. Hell, he clung to her, needing some sort of grounding as every nerve cell tingled inside his body. What the hell did this woman do to him?

Sometime later, Gunner helped her up off him. Killian sagged against the shower, the condom still covering his half-hard dick. Gunner lifted London into his arms and pressed her against the wall as he drove his cock into that tight bit of heaven between her legs. Killian couldn’t have moved if he wanted to.

“Do you like my cock in you, doll?” Gunner asked.

Killian felt a surge of something new. Something he’d never felt before. London’s half-lidded eyes stared at him while Gunner shoved into her repeatedly.

“Yes,” her throaty whisper announced.

It didn’t make sense to Killian. He’d just had her, had a damn good orgasm, and he still wanted more. A surge of jealousy filled him as he thought about his brother taking what he wanted. The look in her eyes suggested something far more than a one-night stand. If he hadn’t been half out of it from his own ecstasy, he’d assume that she’d come here looking for a place to belong.

With them.

Her little cry of pleasure had her dropping her head to Gunner’s shoulder, her nails scratching along his shoulders as he pumped inside her. Her lips parted in unadulterated pleasure and Killian’s cock stirred again.