Chapter 2

I spun so fast I almost ended up on the ground. Where did he come from?

There he stood. All six foot two, heavy muscled arms handing to his side and a scowl across his face. He wasn't pretty. No, he was handsome. He didn't wear his stenson, instead an old baseball cap was turned around on his closely shaved head. He must have been working on a fence post that was down as he wore an old leather tool better around his hips.

He had a rough square jaw and crooked nose that was from a bar fight when he was twenty one. I would know because I ran and got him a bag of frozen peas when I found him sleeping it off in his truck. I was only a flat chested, innocent thirteen year old then.

"Colt." I stuttered, cringing at how pathetic my voice sounded.

I didn't know where to look. His eyes were directed harshly at me and I knew I couldn't hold his gaze. I couldn't dare look at his naked chest, I knew there would be sweat dripping off his rough hair that covered each strong pec. It would glisten from the hot summer sun and I don't trust myself to not get off my horse and submit myself like a damn female dog in heat.

So instead I looked down his long body.

It turned out to be a much bigger mistake. Because unless I've been under the hot sun too long, I could see the outline of his large cock against his tight cowboy jeans. I wish I could stop my mouth from watering, and the wetness between my thighs. I want to be strong, the type of girl who can walk away with her chin held high.

If anything, maybe I can muster up the strength to fake it.

"You gonna answer Bumble Bee?" He sneered, taking a step closer, his long legs cutting the distance between us. He was so demanding, always was and so was his older brother. Growing up I lived everyday to please them, never wanting to break any of the rules..unless I craved their attention. There were more than a few times I disobeyed the ranch rules in hopes I gained their attention. When I was younger they only saw me as a child, but the older I was I forced myself to become more careful with my emotions so they wouldn't catch on to my obsession with them.

I almost laughed out loud admitting I was obsessed. My heart sunk as I realized how pathetic I was.

Unable to help myself I allowed my eyes to fall back on him, and by God I felt all the blood rush to my core as he ran his well calloused hand over his bulge, adjusting himself for me to see. I wonder if he even remembered the night, the only night, he sank into me. The night his brother took my virginity and I begged for Colt to take me too. I've never wanted another man to touch me since.

As he continued to stare at me, I almost didn't say anything back, but I had a second of courage and I took advantage of it.

"I've got nothing to say to you." I turned Thunder back towards the house, giving him one last look. "Infact, I hate you."

And with that I asked my mount to take off, going faster than I ever think I've gone before.

**

Thankfully Mike and Josie were waiting in the truck for me. I ran as fast as I could, jumping in the passenger seat ignoring their stares. It was silent for a whole minute before my friend turned to look at me.

"You okay?" Josie finally asked as we continued backing out of the drive.

"No."

Before I could explain, Mike spoke up. "One of the ranch hands said Colt is working on fixing the fence post on the other end of Thunders pasture."

Josie's thin lips form a big 'O'.

"I told him I hated him." I whispered, a tear falling down my cheek and into my lap. "I don't hate him."

"I know you don't." Josie took me into her arms, my head once again falling on her shoulder as I cried softly. I even felt Mike lift his arm over our shoulders, resting his comforting palm on my arm and hugging us to him. It was a silent gesture but meant the world to me. I had family here in Freedom, that was something that those two Walker men could never take from me.

We made it to Josie's house and I had finally calmed down enough to stop crying. "I need a drink."

Giggling loudly, I watched my best friend shove us out of the truck and yell for Mike to grab my duffle. The rest of my things will be delivered here tomorrow.

She pulled me into her lovely farm home, and into the kitchen. "What is your poison?" She had a devilish look in her eyes as she pulled out a bottle of wine, beer and -"

"Tequila." I answered. "I need tequila."

It didn't take more than two-or maybe three margaritas to get us into our bikinis and laying on a float in her underground pool. Music blared from her porch speakers, Today's Country Hits letting us listen to the most popular songs of the summer. It was only June and Colorado's temperature was hotter than normal. Living in California for four years got me used to the hotter temperature days. I knew I wouldn't miss it there.

"So tell me again.."

"Tell you what?" I asked, missing the straw as I tried to take a sip. Finally getting it, I sucked in till my cheeks were sunken in, making Josie giggle. I gave her a dirty look, she was so naughty!

"What happened that night with Law and Colt?"

I groaned, I had only ever said what happened out loud once and that was to her. She had demanded to know why I was leaving Freedom and I couldn't ever lie to her.

"I was twenty one, it was right after we all went to the bar in town." I told her, she knew the night. It was the first time Josie and her three men went out in public together. I often think that because of that, I had done what I did. It had given me a strange notion of confidence, along with the liquid courage. I drank tequila that night too.

"They kept touching me that night, getting upset when any old cowboy asked me to dance or had bought me a drink. Law- " I sighed, I loved saying his name. "He told me that if I dared to flirt with anyone he'd have me bent over his knee." My cheeks burned at the thought, but the memory had me squeezing my thighs together. Adjusting the little pink string bikini bottoms I continued, "When we got home that night, I decided to go to them. They were in the kitchen, drinking a few more beers before they went to bed. It was so strange living with them after they moved into the main house after mom died. I felt protected but it was hard knowing they slept just feet away. Anyway, they didn't get to drink much as we-" I looked at her and grinned, "were taking enough shots for everyone that night. I thought if I gave myself to them they would understand that I-I loved them."

I closed my eyes, remembering how nervous I was when I walked into the kitchen wearing only one of Colt's oversized tees that he had given me a few years before for a night shirt. I had nothing else on.

Law had moved first, grabbing me and kissing me everywhere. We didn't even make it to the couch, he had taken me on the kitchen floor. It was rough, raw and I felt like I was going to be theirs forever. He was gentle when he took my virginity, making sure he pleasured me first.

I had begged Colt to take me as well, after Law cleaned me and brought me to my bedroom, kissing me the entire way and asking me over and over again if I was OK. Colt had seemed torn but back then I had thought it was because he assumed I was too fragile after having just lost my innocence. When he did finally touch me, he was as hungry as Law. Touching me, and playing with my breasts and even pleasuring me with his mouth before he finally sank into me.

I fell asleep quickly, dreaming of them that night, thinking that when I woke up I would be their girl, their lover.

It was a rude awakening when they weren't there that morning. They were nowhere to be found until I finally tracked them down in Howard, the town thirty miles west. I felt stalkerish but was worried when they missed dinner. They never missed dinner.

"The next night, I drove my wrangler to that old bar on Route 8-you know the one?" I asked Josie who nodded, a look of disgust on her face. It wasn't a nice place to be.

"Law had a woman pinned against the side of the building when I pulled in." I clenched my jaw, trying hard to not see the image that haunted my dreams. "Colt was there too, looking like he wanted to touch her and -" Fuck her. I couldn't even say the words.

"It's okay Bee." Josie pulled my float closer to hers and poured a little extra tequila into my glass. At this point we weren't really mixing it with anything.

"Anyway, Colt saw me first. He was so angry, he told me to get the fuck home. I never drove so fast in that old jeep than I did that night." I almost laughed remembering how I pushed ninety down those old back roads. " They didn't come home that night-figured, they went to that woman's house."

"Slut."

I looked up at Josie, a sharp laugh abrupted from me, her exclamation humoring me.

Looking at my friend, I welcomed the warmth in my chest at knowing she was the most loyal person in the word to me. She had her hair in that same messy bun, her yellow bikini top threatened to spill her big boobs. She looked drunk.

"You look drunk." She said with a big grin.

"Funny." I slurred leaning over to her. "I was just thinking the same about you."

And with that we both tumbled into the water, laughing at my heartache.

**

"We need food." Josie finally said as she helped me out of the pool. "Then more margaritas." She said the name of the cocktail with a terrible spanish accent causing us to giggle even louder.

"You're crazy!" I joked, letting her take my hand as we whispered funny inside jokes to each other. I hadn't had more than a couple friends in Cali. The people I did hang out with had only been at the campus, I never went to parties and I rarely met up with anyone outside of school. Never met with any men. Never.

I told myself it was because I needed to focus on school, my vet tech courses were pretty tough. The truth was I was still saving myself for the two alpha cowboys I longed for.

Stepping inside the kitchen behind Josie, we were greeted by her three husbands.

"You girls ready for some food?" Dylan, the youngest of the three kissed Josie on the head as she brushed past him.

"Mh Hmm!" I answered him as I took a towel from the basket by the door and quickly dried off before tossing it to Josie.

"What ya making us?" Josie asked, flirtatiously as she looked over Ray's shoulder who stood in front of the stove.

"Some burgers and macaroni salad." He answered her but not before letting his eyes roam over her body.

I couldn't help but feel jealous. I want to have this so bad. To feel loved by men who just adore me.

Suddenly the sound of the front door opening caught everyone's attention. A deep voice bellowed throughout the house.

"Where is she?"

I felt the goosebumps up my arms, and I know it may be the tequila but I almost threw up.

"Uh oh." Josie's whisper was the only other sound as a broad shouldered cowboy entered the room.

Good Lord, he looked even more handsome with age. Lawson didn't look much different than his younger brother. Both men had strong jawlines, dark eyes and dark hair. They had short buzz cuts but didn't lack for hair anywhere else, especially their chests and..

"C'here."

He growled. He growled at me!

I shook my head, biting my lip as I wished I kept the towel instead of handing it off to Josie. Please don't let him see my nipples harden through my top.

Sneaking a look, I knew my prayer wasn't answered. He looked like an animal on the hunt for a mate and he wasn't happy. His thick neck was red, a large vein pulsing. The old tee he wore over his chest expanded with each heavy breath he took. The dark jeans he wore molded to his powerful thighs, I recognized his belt buckle as his own fathers.

" I said-" He began to bellow.

Before he could finish I felt my legs scurry over in front of him, keeping my eyes down toward my painted toenails.

"You seem mad." I gulped.

"Mad?" He snarled. I involuntarily shivered as his hot breath tickled across my cheek. He was so close I could smell the body wash he used. "You think that mad is what I feel after you leave the damn state for four years and the day you come back you don't even come to me? Try damn well pissed off."

I was so hot I thought I would explode. I didn't know if I was aroused or pissed off. He had no right to be upset with me, he made it perfectly clear that I was nothing more than a whore to him and his brother.

At that thought I felt another set of eyes on me, and as silently as I could I looked up and saw Colt with his arms crossed across his large chest and leaned against the door frame. He was still dirty, and sweaty but this time he wore an old dark western button up. The sleeves were rolled a few times and the dark, tan skin of his arms did little hide just how intimidating he was.

"Why would I want to see you?" I whispered, turning away and going towards where I saw Josie last.

In a flash I felt him tug at my bikini bottoms, yanking me towards his until my left side was pressed tightly against his hard body. "Come home and let's talk."

Home.

He smelled so good and made it even harder to step away. I wouldn't dare look at Colt, afraid I would fall to my knees and beg. As I backed up a step, I felt Law's hand slide up my thigh and grip my ass, warning me not to move. His actions didn't make sense. Why is he acting so possessive when he had used me like nothing more than a rag doll? Was he making fun of me now?

Not wanting this to go on any further, I looked for Josie for help only to find she wasn't here and nor were her men. Panicking, I looked out the sliding glass door out towards the pool where I saw all four of them huddled together at a patio table setting up the plates and food for our meal.

"Bumble Bee." Law grumbled, annoyed I have not responded yet. His little nickname for me always made sparks of joy burst inside my chest. I ignored it the best I could and took a deep breath, my lips touching his neck as I hid my face so I wouldn't have to look at him while I spoke.

"It's your home now Mr. Walker." I said, knowing how much it would piss him off on how I addressed him. My voice was shaky and no louder than a whisper but I stood my ground. "I have nothing to do with you or the ranch."

"Genevieve." Colt finally spoke, and in a very authorative way he said, "You need to come home so we can talk."

I had to be a fool to think he was begging as he spoke. The Walker boys never begged, they demanded and they never failed at getting what they wanted.

Looking over Law's shoulder, who still held me tight, his large hand still holding my ass and somehow as I rose on my tippy toes to see Colt better, Law's fingers slipped under the fabric of my bikini bottom.

My breathing became heavier, and I couldn't stop the tears as I cried out, "No! I won't be made a fool of again. I hate both of you. I hate that I let you touch me. I hate it!"

Tearing away, I stumbled out of Law's arms and lost my balance. I hit the floor hard, flinching as I tried to get right back up.

Both men were hovering immediately, two sets of hands lifting me up and touching my arms, side, thigh until I pushed as hard as I could. "Not right now. Please."

"Bee."

Mike's voice called out from the porch as he waved me over to him. "It's time to eat, tell your Men goodnight."

I stared at him, hoping he knew how thankful I was for his interruption. Mike always seemed to know when to step in and help.

"Goodnight." I whispered, not looking as Colt cursed up a storm and slammed out of the house. Law stood for a second longer, his eyes searching mine before they became dark and unreadable.

"You be good. If you're not my promise of puttin' you over my knee still holds." He bit out the words, and I was shocked that he remembered saying them after all those years. He was reaching once again to tug at the strings on my bikini bottom. "And put some fucking clothes on infront of the other men."

Before I could watch him go I spun around so quick and headed towards the others, but not before snagging the pool towel and wrapping it around myself.