Colters' Woman Read Free

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    “How is she?” Ryan asked.
    “Sleeping,” Adam replied.
    Ethan looked troubled. A feeling Adam could relate to. That they had found their woman was nothing short of amazing. But it appeared she came with trouble.
    Ryan shifted uncomfortably. “I never thought we’d find her. And now that we have, all I can think about is what if she doesn’t want to stay? I felt it too. I know she’s the one. Pop always said we’d know, but I thought it was bullshit until now.”
    “I know,” Ethan said quietly. “I felt it too.”
    Adam crossed his arms over his chest. “She’s hiding something. She has a bruise the size of my fist on her ribcage, and I don’t like to imagine how it got there. And she’s not a natural blonde. She did a piss poor job of dying it. A sign she was in a hurry.”
    “Someone’s after her,” Ethan said grimly.
    Ryan clenched his fists. “Who could want to hurt such a little thing?”
    “I don’t know, but one thing’s for damn certain. We can’t let her leave no matter what we have to do,” Adam said.
    Ryan blew out his breath and rocked back on his heels. “How the hell are we going to explain this to her when we don’t even understand it ourselves?”
    Adam dragged a hand through his hair and rubbed back and forth. “I’ll take care of it.”
    “Go easy with her, Adam,” Ethan warned.
    Adam glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    Ethan didn’t back down. “You know exactly what I mean. You dominate. It’s your nature. You’re going to have to curb that with her. I don’t think she’s going to offer her trust on a silver platter.”
    Though Ethan’s words irritated him, Adam knew he was right. He was the authority figure in his personal and professional life, and he was used to getting his way. In his mind, Holly was theirs whether she accepted it right now or not.
    “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said dryly. “Now if we’re done here, I’m going to go check on her. Why don’t you and Ryan see about supper?”
    Adam slipped back inside the bedroom to see Holly still sleeping soundly. After kicking off his boots, he pulled the covers back and settled down beside her. To his surprise, she let out a sigh of satisfaction and snuggled against him.
    Her breasts rubbed erotically against his chest, and his cock swelled against her thighs. As she moved against him, her shirt rode up over her hips, exposing her luscious ass. Unable to help it, he smoothed his hand over her naked hip, pulling the shirt higher to her waist.
    He was content to let his hand remain over the silky skin, his fingers just brushing the plump swell of her behind. He wanted to push the shirt higher so he could see and touch her breasts and kiss away the hurts of the past. But he didn’t want to frighten her.
    Instead, he pulled her closer and buried his nose in her sweet-smelling hair. She stirred and made a restless sound as her lips grazed the column of his neck.
    He swore softly and closed his eyes. Desire whispered through his veins. Just the innocent brush of her mouth affected him with such intensity that his hand shook against her hip.
    She murmured something and he turned, trying to hear what she’d said. It was then he realized that the sound was one of distress. She was dreaming.
    “Holly,” he whispered. “Baby, wake up.”
    She moaned again and then pushed at his chest, her hands doubled into tight fists.
    He caught one of her hands and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “Baby, wake up. You’re safe. I swear it.”
    He dropped her hand and then cupped her face before slowly lowering his mouth to hers. He breathed in her light whimpers and kissed her as soft as the touch of a feather.
    Her eyelids fluttered and opened, and shocked brown eyes stared back at him.
    “Adam?”
    “Yes, baby, it’s me,” he soothed. “You were dreaming.”
    Her lips trembled, and she looked away but not before he saw the sorrow reflected in her gaze. And the fear.
    His heart went soft.