Page 237 of Tangled up in You

“Aye. Angus and I stopped by the pub and told him what was going on since she’s a regular there. He’s also letting his people know the woman isn’t allowed in the pub either. He’s also going to make sure some of the other pubs know what she’s about to protect themselves too.”

“I can see why Angus is not happy about this wee lass here. Why don’t you go get in the bed, Brodie. I will watch over this lass tonight and hopefully in the morning we can figure out what the hell is going on with her.”

Brodie leaned his head back against the cushions of the couch and closed his eyes slightly.

The last week had been a rough week for him. He was just glad it was over and there wasn’t a lot of bloodshed.

He didn’t know if he or Angus would ever be able to trust a woman after what this woman did to the both of them. But damn if this Bethany chick didn’t make his cock stir slightly.

Shite! He hadn’t been laid in three years thanks to that woman and their deployments. His cock hadn’t really been interested in a woman for a long time.

Hell, his cock wasn’t really interested in LeAnna which is why she had been so disappointed in him that night. It’s why he knew that the wee lad wasn’t even his.

His cock wouldn’t get hard for her. He had put it down to the fact he had been drunk off his arse.

LeAnna was a looker, but his cock just hadn’t been interested. Now, sitting here with Bethany a few feet away, his damn cock decided he wanted to wake up.

Brodie took a deep breath trying to control his cock. Getting up from his spot, he put a few more logs in the stove andwalked out of the room as quickly as he could without giving the sleeping Beth a glance.

Getting into the shower, he leaned his head against the tile as he took his cock into his hand. He began stroking as he remembered the feel of her body in his arms as he helped Jack get her warmed up.

He thought about her lying on the floor next to him, how her ass felt plush against his cock, his arms around her body. Her plump belly in his hand as he pulled her back against him to let his warmth seep into hers.

Fuck! It didn’t take long for him to come against the tile wall as he thought about her. Yes, they needed to figure out who she was and get her the hell out of here before he did something stupid.

CHAPTER 5

Beth stirred slightly as she realized how hot she was. Fuck it was hot.

“Lass, if you keep wiggling that sexy arse against my cock, I won’t be responsible for his actions.”

Beth jumped up and screamed as she realized that was a male voice, and not the asshole’s she dumped at the altar. What the ever-loving fuck!

“Who the hell are you and where the fuck am I?”

When Beth looked down and realized she wasn’t in her clothes but someone else’s she started to hyperventilate. What the fuck happened to her damn clothes?

“Where the fuck are my clothes?” Beth demanded, hands on her hips as she stared at the two men on the floor.

Wait…two men? She’d been lying between two men, on the floor. How drunk did she get on the plane?

“What the hell was that racket?”

Beth screamed as another man came into the living room. All three men were in shorts, no shirt and rumpled hair as if they had just woken up. What…the…hell?

“Our sleeping beauty just woke up and realized she wasn’t in her own room apparently.” Brodie mumbled sleepily as he stood up from the floor at the same time Jack did.

“At the risk of repeating myself, who the fuck are you and where the hell am I?” Beth repeated herself as she watched the two men on the floor stand up and two more walk in from around a corner.

Holy fuck! What the hell happened to her? Did she get drunk off her ass and not remember what she did?

“I am Jack. Those two are Brodie and Angus. You wandered onto our property last night in the snowstorm. Why were you walking in the middle of the night, in a fucking snowstorm without a jacket or a snow suit for that matter since you are in the Highlands?”

Beth looked at the one who answered her question and had to shake her head. Fuck he was hot as hell, especially when he crossed his arms across his naked chest.

Shit, she needed a cold shower. All three men were fucking hot and suddenly her fantasy of being dominated by three hot Scotsmen came roaring to the forefront of her mind.

“I-I was looking for the bed and breakfast. The report I had printed up before I left for the airport the day before never mentioned snow or fucking cold weather. I didn’t pack a coat. Wait, this isn’t a bed and breakfast…is it?”

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