Page 13 of His Own Heaven

“You are so fucking cute,” he said, nuzzling against her cheek—her scarred cheek—causing her to shiver with awareness. Then his voice roughened as the Dominant side of him took over. “And I’m going to fuck you so goddamn hard.” He shoved her towards his brother, but his gaze never left hers. “Strip her,” he said. “And don’t be gentle.”

His gruff words made Lucy’s eyes flare wide and pure desire shoot through her body, leaving her hot and needy. Breathless. “Don’t you want to strip me yourself?”

Slowly, he shook his head. “I don’t trust myself not to rip your clothes.”

Lucy shrugged. “I’d be okay with that.” And she would. Toby ripping her clothes off in his need to get her naked sounded hot as fuck and would definitely be a new experience.

Toby looked amused by her statement, his mouth edging into a smile once again. “Sadly, you will have to go home at some point, and I’d rather not embarrass you by sending you home naked.”

She smiled up at him, the thought of walking across her front yard without a stitch of clothing on filling her imagination. What would her neighbours think? Mr Davis from across the road would be scandalised and give her a lecture on decency. On the other hand, Mrs Miller, who lived next door, would probably applaud, yell, “Rock on,” at the top of her lungs, and invite her over for a cuppa.

“I’m willing to risk it,” she said.

“I’m not,” Toby replied, nodding at his brother. The finality in his voice told her the conversation was done.

Charlie’s arms came around her then, and he yanked her back against his chest. His very naked chest. He’d already slipped off his shirt and discarded it on the floor, and the feel of his heated skin at her back made her turn to look at him. He was a very appealing man, visually speaking. His torso was smooth of hair and rigid with muscle, his biceps were thick and strong, and his hips were narrow and defined by those glorious ridges of muscle she’d taken great delight in perving on at the fire station so many years ago.

His grin was cocky. “Like what you see?”

Lucy snorted. As if he needed an answer. The man knew he looked good. He didn’t need her opinion adding to his ego. So instead she smirked and said, “You’ll do.”

As handsome as Charlie was, as built and—God help her—as tall as he was, Lucy still preferred his brother. His equally handsome, just as exquisitely built, and eventallerbrother.

“Look at me,” Toby growled.

Wetness flooded her pussy, and she clamped her legs together. His voice was so commanding, so deep and rough, and had a melodic quality to it that appealed to her on a baser level. Again, she obeyed him without question, lifting her gaze to his, eager to know what would happen next. “Yes, Sir.”

His gaze softened when she said “Sir”, and her heart fluttered in her chest. She suspected Toby Bennett was truly dominant. Oh, she’d met her fair share of men who thought they were all that, insisting she beg and crawl and call them “master” within five seconds of meeting them, but not a single one of them had succeeded. Not for a lack of trying, of course. And their failures had caused them to sneer at her, to belittle and degrade her. And, most tellingly, to blame her for their inadequacies. None of them had understood.

It took more than a big ego, a domineering attitude, and a copy ofBDSM for Dummiesto make a man…more.

Powerful.

Sensual.

Dominant.

And Toby Bennett had those qualities in spades.

It was in the richness of his voice, the smooth baritone that vibrated with command. The sternness of his diamond-bright eyes and the way they darkened, softened when she obeyed. And the raw power that emanated from him didn’t come from his physical strength or his size but from the way he arrested the attention of everyone in the room without even trying. In fact, Lucy wouldn’t have been surprised if Toby wasn’t even aware he had that ability. He’d seemed completely oblivious to it in the pub, the way every woman in the room had ogled him and Charlie like a beefcake buffet.

The Bennett brothers stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone had noticed them as they’d walked through the crowded rooms, men and women alike. How could they not?

The twins were huge!

Okay, soshe’dmissed them when she’d first entered the place, but that was because she’d been too busy hiding her scars behind her hair to see them. Her brain had quickly caught up though, registering who’d she’d run into onlyaftershe’d brushed past him, when it was too late to turn around and rush out again without looking weird. The best she’d been able to manage was praying her new boss didn’t notice her as she’d stood amongst the other singles in the dating pool.

But notice her he did.

And now they were here, in his house, surrounded by a veritable jungle.

About to get naked.

“Look at my brother, beautiful,” Charlie murmured by her ear. “Do you see how much he wants you?”

Lucy looked. She couldn’t not look. And she saw. The ice blue of his eyes as he stared down at her was mesmerising. Anticipation skittered over her flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Or maybe she was just cold. They were inside a room made of glass, after all, exposed for all to see. Anticipation morphed into apprehension. She sucked in a sharp breath and stilled.

Exposed.

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