Weekend Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #1)(4)

“Guys, you’re seriously cramping my style. No man is going to want to get close to me with all four of you hanging around,” she said in a pleading tone.

“Good,” Sawyer muttered under his breath, and Rogan grinned.

“That’s the idea,” Hudson said, and Rachel’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head.

“Huh?”

“Rachel, we get it. You just broke up with Mitch, and you’re trying to prove something. To yourself, or to him, it doesn’t matter. What does matter is that we don’t want you playing the field. We want you to come home with us,” Rogan said, bending to kiss the top of her head lightly. She stared into his mirror image in shock, but her body was pulsing in his arms. Whether she admitted it or not, she wanted them.

“Come on, stop playing around, guys,” she said with a toss of her hair.

Silence reigned for a few heartbeats, and then Parker slid his hand up her arm until he was gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger forcing her to look him in the eyes. “Rachel, think about it. Four men who want to please you, and give you more orgasms than you can imagine.”

She snorted in disbelief still staring into Parker’s eyes. “Would you stop teasing me? It’s really rather rude.”

Rogan could see Parker’s jaw clench in frustration. Parker hated being denied. Rachel was going to learn the hard way about his Alpha male nature if she kept it up. He knew he had to interfere before the two of them began spitting fire at each other.

“So what exactly is your plan for the evening, Rach?” Rogan said softly, regaining her attention.

She blinked, and her tongue darted out to lick her full lips. Rogan wanted to capture those lips with his own, and worship them with his tongue. He wondered if she had any idea how many fantasies she had created in his brain with that quick little unconscious gesture. Her almost bare back was still pressed against his abdomen, and he knew she could feel his erection through his jeans. Just to tease her, he lightly grazed his thumb over the delicate jewel hanging from her navel. Her sharp intake of breath told him he was successful.

“I’m going to finish my drink, and then I suppose I’m going to ask some lonely cowboy to dance with me,” she said, gripping her glass tighter in her hands. She didn’t push him away from her, so Rogan continued to trace his finger over the petal soft skin of her belly.

“You have four lonely cowboys right here, ask away,” Sawyer said with a grin.

She shook her head slightly, and blinked rapidly. “What is going on? You guys have barely spoken to me for nearly a year, and all of a sudden you want me to participate in some sort of raunchy gang bang?”

“You weren’t exactly on the market, honey, but now that you cut that douche bag Mitch loose, you’re fair game,” Hudson said softly, and Rogan could see his brother’s hand stroking up and down Rachel’s exposed thigh. A shiver went through her body, and her breathing sped up.

“Fair game? So now I’m a prize. Like a stuffed animal at the carnival? Really, guys this isn’t funny.” Her gorgeous brown eyes were snapping with irritation now, and her cheeks were flushed pink. Rogan had to steel his own nerves not to flip her over his lap for thinking so lowly of herself.

“Rach, you’re a prize alright, but I wouldn’t compare you to stuffed animal. More like a gold medal for an athlete. Of course, I would prefer to not have to compete, but if you need to dance, then let’s dance,” he said, as he spun her bar stool around so she was facing him, and pulled her up off the seat.

He didn’t give her time to argue or agree. He just pulled her along with him toward the dance floor. The sound of Toby Keith’s husky baritone voice filled Rogan’s ears, as he pulled her compact little body against his big frame. Her head fit perfectly under his chin, and her pert breasts pressed tightly against his ribs. He let his hands settle on the curve of her lower back, and the rise of her ass, and he began to sway the two of them to the music.

After several moments Rachel tipped her head to look up at him warily. Doing so gave him an unimpeded view straight down the open collar of her shirt, and into her cleavage. His cock thickened in his jeans, and his mouth grew wet thinking about licking his way down to that sensitive crevice.

“Rogan? I’m not sure what’s going on, but I don’t need babysitters. I’m a big girl, and I came here tonight to have a good time. I don’t want anyone feeling obligated to take care of me,” she said with a determined tilt to her sharp little chin.

Rogan chuckled, and dropped a quick kiss on her upturned lips, drawing a startled gasp from her. “Rachel, obligated is the last thing I feel toward you right now. I can guess what you came here to do, and I’m offering our services. If you look to your left you’ll see my brothers watching us closely, waiting for their turn to hold you tonight. That should be enough to prove we aren’t playing with you.”

She turned her head, and her mouth dropped open in surprise. Rogan thought for a moment that she even stopped breathing, until she turned confused eyes back to him, and he realized they were shimmering with tears.

“I don’t like being the butt of the joke,” she whispered, and he growled low in his throat in exasperation.

“Damn it, woman, we’re not fu-cking playing with you,” he snapped, and she stepped backwards instinctively moving away from his angry words. He gripped her wrists, and pulled her along with him until they stood before his three brothers, who looked at him questioningly. “She doesn’t believe we actually want her. She thinks we’re playing a joke on her.”