Weekend Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #1)(6)

“Name it.”

“Sunday night we all walk away friends. No harm no foul. We act as if nothing ever happened, and no one gets hurt. Sex is all I want right now guys. I’m not in the market for more, and no matter what you might say right now, you don’t want more,” she said with a small shake of her head. She felt apprehensive, but determined.





Chapter Three





Rogan’s heart nearly stopped in his chest. She was agreeing to spend the weekend with them. Finally, after several years of masturbating to his fantasies of her, he was going to not only get her in his bed, but he was going to get to share her with his brothers. His cock throbbed at the mental images flooding his brain. Tamping down his lust, he listened to the rest of her speech. He could hear the nerves in her tone, as she laid out her conditions. He hated that she would doubt their desire for her, or put limitations on the possibility of a relationship, but Rogan had never admired her more. She was a spitfire, and she would give them hell, but damn it was going to be fun convincing her that she was wrong.

Parker looked up meeting Rogan’s gaze, and nodded. Hudson and Sawyer both grunted in agreement, and then Rachel nodded her acceptance. Rogan couldn’t help it, a huge grin burst over his face, and he spun her around into his arms. Before she could react, he pressed tightly against her smaller frame and took her mouth in a desperately hot kiss. Hopefully by Sunday night, she would understand their desire for her wasn’t in a one night stand, but in a lifetime.

Breaking off the kiss, he turned and started dragging her to the door, uncaring that multiple people stopped to stare at them. He knew one of his brothers would pay her tab, and all he could think about right now was getting her out of this bar, and out of town. He wasn’t willing to give her time to back out of this, he wanted to sink into her hot pu-ssy as quickly as possible, and that meant getting her naked.

Reaching their trucks, he turned back to her. “Give me your keys,” he said more harshly than he had intended and she paled a little. Freezing he brought her hands up to his lips and kissed her knuckles while he met her wary eyes, “I’m sorry, sexy, but I don’t want to take the chance on you changing your mind. I just figured I would drive you and your truck back to your place, so you can grab a change of clothes…then again you probably won’t be needing many clothes between now and Sunday night.”

“You aren’t driving my baby,” she said with a shake of her head, and a laugh. “I don’t let anyone drive my truck.”

“Fine, you drive, but I’m going with you,” he said with a sigh of relief. There was no way he would pursue an argument right now. He wasn’t going to take a chance on her backing out.

The moment she turned on the truck, the sounds of Chris Young singing “Getting You Home” overwhelmed the closed cab around them.

The words fit Rogan’s thoughts at the moment, and he smirked at her. The pink blush on her cheeks told him she was thinking the same thing. A ripple of pleasure went through his body, and he settled back into the seat with a grin on his face. The ride to Rachel’s place was quick. Her body language told him that she was nervous, but she continued to amaze him by pushing aside her reservations. She sighed with relief when they pulled into her driveway.

Rogan grinned at the image of Rachel’s tiny figure in the driver’s seat of her big silver pickup. She drove it like she did everything, with single-minded stubbornness, and with her whole heart and soul. Secretly he hoped she would apply the same vigor to a relationship with the four of them, but for now all he was promised was a weekend of wickedly sinful sex, and his cock throbbed for it.

His brothers had followed them to Rachel’s place, and quickly met them as they were getting out of the truck. Parker walked her to the door while the other three followed along. Rogan almost laughed out loud at the irritation gracing her beautiful visage when Parker took her key from her hand and unlocked her door.

“I’m a big girl, Parker—” she snapped, but the words broke off when Parker grabbed her by the back of the neck and tugged her face closer to his.

“I’m not doing it for you because I don’t think you can handle it, sunshine. I want to take care of you. You deserve to be treated like a beautiful woman should be,” he said firmly in a deeper more demanding tone. Rogan had to bite his tongue not to laugh out loud as Rachel’s jaw went slack, and her eyes glazed over.

Parker kissed her mouth, and Rogan could see his tongue dart out to run over her pretty pink lips, before he pulled away, and physically turned her toward the interior of the house. She jumped when Parker lightly slapped her ass, and her frown said it all. Seeming to think better of starting a fight, she turned and took off down the hallway.

Assuming she was going to her room to put together an overnight bag, Rogan wandered through her small home freely. She had no family pictures on the walls, but she had a few knickknacks including a small collection of teddy bear figurines on a shelf over the television. Next to the sofa was a table with a lamp and an e-reader on it. Without even thinking about it, Rogan picked up the small tablet and flipped it on. He scanned through her reading selections, and his mouth fell open. Ms. Rachel Morgan was a dirty, kinky freak.

“Hudson, look!” he whispered loudly, and showed Hudson what he had found.

“Shit!” Hudson said in a tight voice, and he passed the e-reader on to Sawyer, whose face flushed slightly when he read the entries.