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I know then for certain that I’m not the only one who’s fallen under Emma’s spell. I clear my throat and shoot them both a pointed glare and they immediately avert their stares.

Emma nods, though evidently, she doesn’t completely buy our Boy Scout routine. “Okay… Well, I’m going to head up to bed then. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” we echo as we watch her retreat up the stairs and out of sight.

“We’re screwed,” Jax groans, voicing my inner thoughts.

“Yep,” I reply tersely, sitting back down, pouring a large shot of whiskey, and knocking it back in one.

“Hand it over,” Ty grunts, joining me.

I pass him the bottle and he pours himself a glass, Jax does the same, the dirty plates forgotten for the moment whilewe contemplate how the hell, we’re gonna behave ourselves spending every waking moment with Emma for the foreseeable future. Emma being forbidden fruit doesn’t make it any easier. I’ve never been very good at doing as I’m told. Usually, I want the one thing I’m not allowed.

“No wonder J-Bird kept warning us off so harshly,” Ty mutters.

“A heads up woulda been nice, if I’d known she was going to look like that…” Jax adds.

“You’d what? Have refused to help?” I sneer, not unkindly at my friend. “What was he supposed to say? Hey guys, I need you to help protect my traumatized sister and nephew's lives. Oh, by the way, my sister is a total smoke show, ten out of ten regulation hottie, don’t fuck her while her kid’s asleep. Jesus, we’re not animals, we can keep our hands to ourselves and respect Jacob and Emma,” I reply forcefully.

“Mason’s right, she’s terrified about the safety of her son, and from what little we know about her, it’s clear she doesn’t approve of the Iron Serpents, there’s no way she’d be interested in us,” Ty agrees.

“Good, so we’re in complete agreement, no one so much as looks at her in the wrong way. We do our jobs and try to think of her as a little sister,” I state.

“Agreed. She’s just one chick, it just caught us off guard is all,” Jax says, his voice a little defiant at the insinuation that he can’t control himself. “I was expecting… well I dunno, a soccer mom not a MILF,” he can’t help but add, already undermining his prior statement.

I shoot him a warning glare, “She’s not a MILF, she’s Emma, our Prez’s sister and a person we’re gonna protect, and that’s it. Got it?”

“Got it,” he replies sullenly.

I look over at Ty who holds his hands up in surrender. “I can control myself, can you?”

“I have to. We all do,” I reply taking another drink, hoping it will permit me a dreamless sleep.

The sooner we can get to the bottom of this and go our separate ways the better. The last thing I need is a beautiful woman complicating my life. Yet I already know Emma’s face will be seared into my mind, even when I close my eyes.

Chapter 6

Emma

It’s been a week since we moved into the safehouse, and we’ve settled into a sort of comfortable familiarity living together. Some days, I can almost forget the reason why we’re here. Max is still having bad dreams, but they’re less frequent and he hasn’t reported seeing his ‘dad’ nor the faceless men since. His school has been extra vigilant and there’s been no sighting of the man who tried to take him.

For the first few days, Jacob came every night for dinner to update us on what he’d found out and, mostly I believe, to make sure we’re behaving ourselves. But since then, his visits have dwindled off and now he simply calls Mason to update him. The guys are being frustratingly obtuse, keeping me out of the loop, much to my annoyance, but it’s clear they’re still no closer to figuring out who’s behind all this.

Max is at school and as usual, I’m rattling around feeling helpless and lost. While the guys have all been perfectly polite and friendly, they’ve kept their distance. Every time it feels like we’re getting to know each other better or having fun, they become distant. Although, if I’m being honest, it’s probably for the best. I can’t deny that I’m painfully attracted to all three of them.

I’m sitting in the reading nook in the window of my bedroom, trying and failing to focus on the pages in front of me. Feeling restless, I put down my book and look out of the window. I let out a small involuntary gasp when I see that the guys are outthere working in the yard—if I thought they were sexy normally, watching them sweat in the midday sun takes them to a whole new level.

Although it’s early November, the day is unseasonably warm yet it’s likely to drop off cold later so they’re gathering firewood. I watch transfixed as Mason’s strong hands wield an axe, his biceps rippling as he lifts it high before swinging it down in one confident stroke, splitting the log in two. He’s wearing nothing but a wifebeater that’s damp with sweat and clings to his abs. Ty is similarly dressed, filling a wheelbarrow with prechopped wood, ready to bring it inside. He stretches and runs his hand through his tousled curls, and I watch appreciating the way his muscles contract and stretch with every movement.

My gaze is diverted away from Mason and Ty as Jax walks over carrying two huge logs on his shoulders as if they weigh nothing. My eyes practically pop out of my head as he’s forgone a shirt again and I can see his torso in its full glory. He tosses one of the logs toward Mason who impressively catches it with ease, and I find myself wondering what it would be like to be the one being carried and thrown around by these Adonises.

I’d always felt a bit superior compared to other women who fawn over ripped macho guys. Adam was anything but. He was my first love and one of the very few sexual partners I’ve ever had, and it was his personality that drew me to him. In the beginning, he was soft and gentle, romantic and shy, pretty much everything these men aren’t. Yet look how that turned out. Perhaps it’s because they’re so different that I find myself so drawn to them.

I know I shouldn’t be spying on them, yet somehow, I can’t seem to tear my gaze away. My skin prickles and mynipples harden as I watch them and there’s the telltale tingling of arousal between my thighs. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this turned on. I barely even masturbate these days, yet suddenly I feel like a horny teen. I find myself wishing I’d packed my vibrator, left forgotten in my underwear drawer back home. Almost absentmindedly I find myself stroking my nipple and biting my lip, my hand slipping inside the waistband of my pants to touch the slickness between my thighs.

I close my eyes, picturing them there with me, their strong calloused hands touching my soft skin. I glide my fingers in and out, my nerve endings on fire as I picture what it would be like to be with all three of them at once.

I’m vaguely aware of the sound of heavy boots entering the house but I’m lost in the moment, it’s been so long since I’ve climaxed that all of my senses feel dulled, andthe aching need for more, for them, consumes me. The pressure builds until I can feel myself about to cum, I throw my head back, eyes closed as I arch my back and grind on my fingers, screaming out as I climax. Yet I still want more.

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