Soon, he’d have her in his bed.
He wasn’t chasing Daphne for the win against his friends. He wanted her, plain and fucking simple.
Walking back to the main house, he saw Micah on the patio, staring back at him. She’d run from two of them. Now it was up to Eric to see if he could make her fold. He hoped she made him suffer just as the same. Smiling to himself, he whistled all the way back to the main reception.
He loved his friends like brothers, but there was no fucking way he was sleeping in the same room as them.
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This could not be happening to her.
Daphne made her way back into her home, going straight to her own quarters of the house. She never lived in a separate part of the house, preferring to be here whenever guests needed her. Before her grandma died, she’d watched her do the exact same thing. A thriving business needed constant love and attention.
Now, as she sat on the floral sofa her grandma had picked out nearly twenty years ago, she had to wonder if she’d made the right decision.
Her body was on fire. She pressed her thighs together and felt an answering heat between them. Closing her eyes, she tried not to think about Dean or how his touch had awakened her.
He was a fucking bully.
Mean.
Strange.
Yet, she couldn’t deny the answering heat rushing through her body at his mere touch.
It was insane. Covering her face with her hands, she shook her head. There had to be something she could do to stop feeling this way.
Licking her lips, she leaned back, sliding her hand down her body, grazing over her breast before settling on her stomach.
For the longest time, she’d been alone.
There hadn’t been a man in her life, ever. She imagined the mortification if those three men ever found out that she got her kicks from porn and a wild imagination. In her mind, there was never any question. She liked her sex hot and dirty. Nothing would be off-limits, including anal. She groaned. Why was she even thinking like this?
After high school, she’d worked for her grandma, doing several night courses. The few men she’d been on dates with hadn’t exactly rung her bell, as her grandma would put it. Then, after her grandma died, Daphne had put all of her focus into running the bed-and-breakfast. There had been offers of dates, but she’d turned them all down flat.
She was a thirty-year-old virgin.
Pitiful. And now three bullies were living with her.
Sliding her hand down her body, she cupped herself through the hard denim of her jeans. She whimpered as she was close to her clit, driving the fabric a little harder against herself.
She pulled her hand away, wishing Dean, of all people, hadn’t set her body aflame.
“I need a shower.” She got to her feet, determined to wipe the memory of his scolding touch from her body. After turning the shower on, she stripped out of her clothes, tempted to burn them all so she’d never see the evidence of her arousal ever again, or what she’d nearly begged Dean to do. How could she even want that man? Twelve years hadn’t changed much.
All three men would bully her, and now it seemed they’d changed the game rules. Coming to her place of work after this long. She couldn’t figure it out. The way Micah had talked to her, even flirted. He’d been the one who rarely bullied her, but he’d still been part of it all, laughing.
She shoved those thoughts aside. Her grandma always told her she was a strong woman, and while they never saw her break down, it made her the winner. Still, after being naked in front of the high school because of their pranks and jokes, she’d gotten a whole lot of stick for it. As one of the biggest girls in the school, the names had just been awful.
Rather than dwell on the painful past, she stepped beneath the warm spray of the water, tilting her head back to bask in the feel of it as it washed over her sensitive skin.
For several seconds, she merely stood beneath it, trying to find the calmness she had prior to finding three bullies in her home.
Nothing.
Staring straight ahead of her, she slowly slid her hands down her body. The shower wasn’t helping to calm her nerves or dull her senses. She needed some touch. At her breast, she stroked her nipple, pinching the hard bud for a shot of pain before moving down to her stomach.
She hesitated. If she did this, it would be admitting that Dean turned her on. Closing her eyes again, she could almost feel his lips at her neck, not to mention the touch that held the promise of holding her throat as she sucked his cock hard.
Daphne cupped her sex before sliding a finger between her slit. She stroked over her clit, gasping. Slamming her palm to the tile floor in front of her, she spread her legs a little more.
Keeping her eyes closed, she ran her fingers back and forth across her clit, teasing up and down, left to right, adding a second finger.
She imagined Dean coming up behind her, his tight grip on her hips as he pulled her back. She whimpered, just imagining how hard he’d be. When he pushed her up against the gazebo, she’d felt some of his hardness. Had Dean been holding back?
She didn’t know the man to judge him, and quite frankly, she didn’t care. He’d touched her, set her
