Page 4 of Their Best Friends' Bratty Little Sister

If they weren’t so entrenched in their code of brotherhood, they would have had the sense to say no. Offer other means of protection for her.

Their brother Lawson was probably the least happy of the lot of them despite agreeing. Seeing her again though, proved Lawson’s point well enough.

She was going to fuck with their lives. Epically.

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Sienna tried very hard to camouflage the instantaneous and mind-boggling effect the three men had on her.

It took her a long moment to recover after she took in their extraordinary rugged good looks, their intense grayish-blue eyes, fringed with long, thick lashes, and the sharply sculptured angles of their jaws, which were only enhanced by the dusting of rough stubble a few days old. They were unmistakably brothers.

Her brain also stalled at the sight of their shiny dark hair, a little too long so it curled at the nape of their necks, and looked as if nothing more than their fingers were used to brush it back while it was still wet straight from the shower.

She was completely distracted by their dirty, dust-covered boots and worn-out jeans shamelessly hugging their thighs. Their equally worn-out T-shirts hugged their immense shoulders, their seemingly concrete, hard chests, and their absolutely flat and brick-layered torsos sidetracked her hopelessly as well.

She had no idea who they were, and with that thought came the one that reminded her she was completely helpless against three dangerously sexy, undoubtedly dominant men, who could easily kill her if they were so inclined.

“This is private property. And you’re trespassing. You better leave before my security gets here.” She used all her might to inject fearlessness and authority into her voice. She had no idea if she succeeded or not.

But the chuckle one of them gave her, while the other two seemed unimpressed, concluded she failed in both appearing fearless and authoritative.

“No one is coming for you, ma’am,” one of them said. His rough voice washed over her and raised goosebumps on her flesh, and suddenly her nipples, which had been flat-out asleep, perked up, and to her horror, strained against the fabric of the tank top.

Also, she wasn’t a "ma’am."

And she needed to stop staring at the scar that ran down from under his eye to disappear into his beard, then peeked out a bit at the side of his neck.

“Unless, of course, you want to think of us as your security, in which case…” another said. He seemed to have something in his mouth that he kept playing with, using his tongue.

She had to momentarily squeeze her thighs shut, hard, to stop herself from staring at his full lips, his angular jaw, and down to the thick column of his throat.

“Look—” she began.

“Clearly you don’t remember who we are,” the man with the scar said.

Sienna swung her gaze to the man who had just spoken.

What was going on?

“I’m Rowan,” he continued. “That’s my brother Lawson and my other brother Cameron. We’re friends of your brothers.”

“You’re the Carter brothers?” she asked, wide-eyed with shock. She knew them by name, obviously, from the oldest to the youngest. She had seen them maybe once or twice when she was still a child, but she and her brothers moved around in different circles.

Her circle was more jet-setting around the world, leaving behind a stream of high-end parties and dropping huge amounts of money wherever she went. Her brothers were all boring businessmen, and when they weren’t working on boring business, they hung out with the Carter brothers, who they'd known their whole lives. She knew they shared a bond deeper than friendship because of their time together in the marines. They definitely moved in completely different circles: she and her brothers.

“That we are,” Rowan said. He was the oldest; she knew that much. While he seemed a little annoyed at her, actually a lot, for reasons she couldn’t fathom, he seemed to be forcing himself to remain rigidly polite even though she could tell he wanted nothing more than to bark orders at her and expect her to follow them unconditionally.

Well, he was going to be in for a surprise.

But wait. What were they doing here?

“Cameron,” Rowan said and motioned to their youngest brother, who flashed her a smile that made her clit suddenly throb. Whoa.

Cameron then closed the distance between them and dropped down to his haunches in front of her.

She slammed her knees together so fast and so tight, Cameron raised his gaze at her and had the audacity to chuckle in satisfaction. As if that’s how all women reacted to his boyish good looks and he could send anyone with a pulse into cardiac arrest because he was so fucking gorgeous. And he knew it.

Well, he didn’t know her at all, then. Her middle name was Ice Princess. An epithet she excelled in living up to. She wasn’t going to fall for his sexy charms. Or his tattoos, which ran up his forearms. Or his piercings, the one at the end of his eyebrow on the right.

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