Page 8 of My Boss's Sons

“Hi. Thank you for picking us up.” I smiled and then raised my eyebrows when all four men stopped and stared at me. I looked around at them and hesitated. “What?”

The driver ducked his head but I could see him smiling. “Of course, ma’am.”

Ethan patted the man on the shoulder. “We’ve been keeping the wrong company, Pat.”

I climbed into the SUV and turned to Noah, who climbed in right after me. “What’s that about?”

He leaned across me to grab my seatbelt and hesitated with his face just inches from mine. “You get used to something for solong and it just becomes normal. Most people just treat Pat like he’s not there.”

I made a face. “Gross.”

Noah nodded and leaned in closer. “The fact that you look like a fucking dream and are also kind is unfair.”

From that close I could see flecks of darker blue in his eyes and I could smell him without anything else around to muddle his clean scent. Soap and something that I imagined was purely him teased my senses. Then his words registered and I laughed.

“What?” He finished buckling me in and sat back in his own space.

“Sorry. It’s just been a while since I’ve been complimented and I’veneverbeen complimented quite like that.”

Ethan and Alex were in the seats behind us and Ethan leaned forward. “Maybe you’re keeping the wrong company, too, if you haven’t been told how stunning you are lately.”

I looked down at my lap and cursed my pale skin that showed every blush. “Thank you.”

“We’ll show you.” Noah gripped my thigh and squeezed. “Over and over again.”

My pulse went crazy. I wasn’t thinking about what I was doing. I didn’t want to be reasonable and think about the age gap or the fact that I was going home with three brothers. “Yeah, okay.”

Too soon, Pat stopped in front of The Star. Luxury apartments in the middle of downtown Dallas weren’t cheap and I’d heard tales of how amazing they were. The Star was the best of them. I took in the towering building and the doorman stood just outside of the ornate front doors. I was a long way from my house with the bike and wood scraps littering the yard.

Ethan helped me out of the SUV and tucked my hand into his elbow. Nodding at the driver, he smiled. “Have a good night, Pat. Go home to your wife.”

I lifted my hand in a wave. “Thanks for the ride.”

Noah walked ahead of us and I watched as the doorman pulled open the door with a flourish I’d only seen in movies about New York from the nineties. The guys led me across a marble floored foyer that was beyond fancy and then into an elevator. I’d watched Noah swipe a card over a discreet reader and I figured out why when the elevator climbed higher and higher and finally opened into their apartment.

Alex walked across the open floor plan, his steps echoing in the massive space. More marble made the space feel like an extension of the entryway and I almost would’ve believed it was a really fancy office rather than a home. Everything had been building up to that point and I suddenly felt like running away. I didn’t know who the guys were but it was clear that they were wealthier than I would ever be by leaps and bounds.

“Come here, Sophia.” Alex’s tone was demanding and I found myself walking towards him without thinking it over. He gripped my hips and pulled me close. “Do you need something to drink?”

I nodded. What I really needed was a second to calm down. Things had seemed easier in the bar where the lights were lower and Jack’s encouragement was fresh in my head.

Ethan walked past us and pulled a glass bottle of water out of the fridge. “Are you okay? There’s no pressure, you know? If you change your mind, we’ll call another car for you and have it here in minutes.”

I drank a long pull of the water and put the bottle on the counter behind Alex. His grip on my hips didn’t change and there was patience on his handsome face. They were more respectful than most of the men I’d dated in my life. Knowing that they’d still call me a car and take care of me put me at ease. The bar was low, sure, but it let me relax enough to wrap my arms around Alex’s neck and lean into him.

“I don’t know how this works.” I pressed my lips to Alex’s jaw and felt his chest vibrate as he groaned. Leaning back, I glancedup at him and found those gray eyes trained on me. “But I want to stay.”

Noah settled on a barstool at the kitchen island and slowly unbuttoned the buttons at his wrist. “If you don’t like something, let us know. If you do like something, let us know. Just keep talking to us, Sophia.”

I shuddered. I’d never been a vocal person during sex. Sex had never been anything I was encouraged to comment on. I just typically accepted what I got and went about my business. I could get myself off later, I’d always figured.

“We’ll make it worth it.” Alex slid his hands around to my ass and squeezed as he lifted me off my feet.

I gasped and started to shake my head to tell him to put me down but Alex slanted his mouth over mine and I lost my train of thought. Wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, I forgot to worry about my weight.

Alex kissed me slowly at first. He pressed his soft lips to mine in slow, lingering kisses. I cupped his head and pressed myself to him harder, needing the feel of his hard chest against my breasts. With a low rumble of a growl he cupped the back of my head and stroked his tongue past my lips. He tasted like spice and citrus as I eased my tongue over his, testing the waters. I hadn’t been kissed like that in a very long time and I was worried that I didn’t know what I was doing.

My worries faded to nothing when Alex’s hand cupping my ass squeezed tighter and I realized that the pole I was feeling between my legs was actually his erection. My eyes flew open but fluttered closed when he gently bit my bottom lip. I felt a renewed sense of need that pushed me to get what I wanted. I worked my hips against that steel pole and explored Alex’s mouth. Biting his lip and sucking his tongue, I did things I’d only ever read about.

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