Shelby's Saviors [Slick Rock 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free

all, because it went beneath the sleeve of his tight black T-shirt, but oh, how she would have loved to trace it with the tips of her fingers. Even though he was muscular, Brandt wasn’t so pumped that he looked like a bodybuilder. His waist tapered down to narrow hips and sturdy thighs.
    Surreptitiously sliding her gaze to Cord, she took him in. She felt like drooling as she perused his length. He was shorter than Brandt by an inch and had dark, chocolate-colored hair with gray eyes. With wider shoulders and slightly more muscle than his brother, he portrayed an air of self-confidence which seemed to tug at her core. Both his arms were covered in ink that ran beneath his T-shirt. His chest and stomach were thicker than Brandt’s, but there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. The muscles of his abs were visible when he moved, rippling beneath the light material of his tight cotton shirt. Her pussy clenched and creamed when her eyes wandered to his strong, muscular quadriceps and then snagged at his crotch. The man was packing a lethal weapon, and it was fully loaded. Sliding her eyes back to Brandt’s crotch, she saw he was in the same condition as his brother.
    Drawing in a deep breath, she turned her back on them and opened the door to her car. As she eased into the driver’s seat, she exhaled slowly, releasing some of the tension which had invaded her body. Shelby was about to turn the key in the ignition, but a hand over hers stayed the movement.
    “What happened to the window, Shelby?” Cord asked.
    Shit, I should have known they would notice. They were cops for crying out loud, and now they run a security company. They’ve been trained to notice small details. You are such an idiot, Shelby. You shouldn’t have accepted their job offer. Now they are going to probe and question until they get answers.
    Shelby didn’t want to answer those questions. She didn’t want to face all that fear again. She was barely hanging on as it was. Bringing the past to the forefront of her mind might be just enough to tip her over the edge.
    “Stone,” she lied.
    Cord looked at her quizzically. As if he knew she was lying but was deciding whether to press her. She exhaled heavily when he nodded and released her hand. She looked away from him quickly.
    “Brandt, you wanna go get the truck and meet us at Quin’s?” Cord asked, and Shelby was grateful he was no longer watching her. She relaxed a little more into the driver’s seat and turned the ignition. To her surprise, her car started without a protest.
    Cord moved around the front of her car and got into the passenger seat, moving the seat back to make room for his legs. He began to direct her to his mechanic friends’. Shelby had never been more aware of a man’s presence in such a confined space. She was having trouble breathing, but this time for a totally different reason than before. The atmosphere in her car felt so thick with sexual tension that she swore she could have cut it with a knife. Opening the window, she inhaled deeply the clean country air, held it for a count of three, and exhaled quietly. It was one of the tricks her psychologist had given her, but it didn’t help all the time. At least not in this instance.
    Finally, she was able to pull her car into the driveway of the mechanics and quickly scampered from the vehicle before Brandt could open her door. He had been heading toward her with three men in tow, but she wasn’t sure how she would react if one of them were to touch her again. The radiator in her car took that opportunity to hiss and blow some steam.
    “Shelby, this is Quin, Grayson, and Pierson Badon. They are going to take a look at your car,” Brandt said.
    After the introductions were over and Shelby made it clear to the Badon brothers they were to consult with her about her car before they touched it, Cord and Brandt began to unload her things from the backseat and trunk. It didn’t take them long, since she didn’t have much, but what