Weekend Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #1)(7)

“What are you crazy shits doing?” Parker snapped as he came back into the living room. Sawyer handed it to him, and Parker’s mouth dropped open. “Well, well, well. Rachel isn’t quite the innocent we suspected.”

A gasp from the hallway had them all turning to face a furious and embarrassed woman. “What the hell are you doing? Why are you snooping through my things?” She stomped over, and snatched the e-reader from Parker’s hands holding it behind her defensively.

“So you have some fantasies, what’s the big deal, sunshine? We’re planning on making those fantasies real within the next hour,” Parker said, and Rogan smiled widely at her blush.

“It’s private. I don’t share that with anyone,” she said, looking a little bit hurt. Rogan stepped forward, but he wasn’t fast enough. Sawyer pulled her into his arms, and when her mouth fell open in shock, he took advantage of it, kissing her until she was breathless and panting.

“There is no reason to keep your fantasies and desires a secret. They are part of you, baby, and we want every bit of you. If you hold back, I have a feeling Parker will jump at the chance to spank you,” Sawyer said with a low chuckle, and her nervous eyes darted back over her shoulder at Parker who quirked his eyebrow at her. Rogan could see her swallow hard again, and he laughed out loud.

“Chill out, Parker, you’re scaring her. Rach, if you have any fantasies you want fulfilled, you have four men at your beck and call. Now, did you get what you needed? I want to get you home.” At her nod, Rogan picked up the backpack she had left on the hallway floor, and went to the front door. Sawyer led her out followed by Parker, and then Hudson.

Rogan reached around and made sure the front door was locked before joining his brothers and their woman at the truck. There was no doubt in his mind, after spending the weekend with the Brooks brothers, she would be theirs—body and soul.

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Rachel’s body was trembling with need, and they hadn’t even started touching her. She was being pressed tightly between Sawyer and Parker in the front seat of Parker’s truck for the twenty minute drive to their ranch. The cab was comfortably large for normal sized people, but with the oversized muscular bodies of the Brooks brothers, it felt slightly claustrophobic.

“I heard you got the sale on the Martin’s ranch,” Rogan said from the back seat.

Twisting to answer him, she nodded, “Yeah, just booked it on Tuesday. That’s my biggest sale to date.”

“Congratulations! That ranch is prime grazing land. Who bought it?” Parker said.

“Tanner Kegan did,” she answered, and then giggled when all four brothers cursed. The Kegan ranch was the only other ranch around with a reputation to match Brooks Pastures. Adding more property to their already extensive ranch was a huge boon for the Kegan family.

“Should have seen that coming,” Rogan said under his breath, “Kegan has been talking about expanding for a couple of years now.”

“I have it on good authority the Rafts are considering putting their place up for sale next month,” she said slyly, feeling pleased to be sharing a piece of knowledge that might help the brothers build their ranch. Her real estate career was really the only thing she had lately to focus on. Her mother had moved to Oklahoma City recently to take a new job leaving her here alone, and she had never had a relationship with her slug of a father, so being the area’s top realtor meant a great deal to her. It gave her purpose.

“No shit?” Hudson asked excitedly. “That place is nearly three hundred acres!”

“Three hundred acres that border our property. So why are they selling, Rach?” Rogan asked.

“It’s kind of sad actually. Diana Raft found out she has breast cancer. Randal said he wants to retire and spend what time she has left focused on her.” Emotion made her voice crack, and Sawyer’s arm tightened around her shoulders while Parker reached out and squeezed her thigh in support.

“I can understand that. I think those two have been married as long as I’ve been alive,” Rogan said from the backseat.

“Thirty-nine years this August,” she responded, resting her head on Sawyer’s shoulder comfortably.

“Longer than I’ve been alive!” Rogan said in a soft voice.

“He loves her so much. They are both really torn up about the diagnosis.” She fought to keep her emotions in check. She was an easy crier, and the last thing she wanted was to fall apart in front of the four brothers.

To their credit, they kept the rest of the conversation light and relaxed as they tossed jokes and insults back and forth between each other, and even teased her some about her choice in ex-boyfriends. They asked intelligent questions about her job, and about mutual friends, keeping her included in their conversation at all times. She wasn’t sure if they were trying to put her at ease, or get to know her, but she embraced it and answered them honestly.

She had always had a weakness for the four of them, but then again what woman in Stone River hadn’t? That was the problem, she had to protect her emotions and keep a distance between it and them in order for this to work. If she let them, they would steal her heart and then, she would be crushed when she had to walk away on Sunday. It wasn’t fair, but that was the deal.

As they attentively helped her from the truck and led her up to their front door, she wondered if she had completely lost her mind when she accepted their invitation. Was she really capable of handling four men at once? Especially Parker…he was so intense, and bossy. Could she really do this? She let them lead her into the ranch house, and she didn’t even argue when they didn’t let her carry her bag or her purse. She just went willingly, trying to calm the steady rumble of butterflies in her belly.