Nicole's Military Men (Elite Dragoons #2)(11)

By: Becca Van

She couldn’t let him and his brothers go on thinking that they frightened her but she also needed to let them know she was nervous. “I’m not scared of you. I know you would never deliberately hurt me, but I am a little nervous.” Nicole waved her hand toward their erect cocks and drew in a ragged breath. “I’m not very experienced with sex and you guys…are big.”

Rand and Brom each skirted the end of the bed to either side and then climbed up onto the mattress next to her. She tensed her muscles, ready to shift away, but both of them put their hands on her body and began to caress her. Nicole appreciated that they were trying to give her comfort and realized that their touch was relaxing as well as stimulating. She sighed and felt some of the tension drain away. Her heart was so full of emotion at the way they cared for her that tears filled her eyes. No one had ever worried about her welfare before beside her friend, Jill and she hadn’t expected three big, hard, sexy, handsome men to either. Blinking rapidly she hoped they hadn’t seen her emotional display but she should have known better.

Ty crawled onto the bed, leaned over her and nudged her chin up until their gazes connected. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Nicole didn’t want to tell them that she cared for them but she didn’t want Ty, Rand, or Brom to think that something was wrong. “I–I…you take care of me.”

“Of course we do,” Ty snapped as if angry with her. She frowned and wanted to question him but waited to see if he would explain further. “It’s our job to take care of you.”

Pain sliced through her chest at hearing Ty say that. The agony was so intense she barely held in the moan that was trying to get out and would have doubled over if they hadn’t been with her. She lowered her head as more tears filled her eyes and panic consumed her. There was no way in hell she was letting them touch her now. They saw her as a duty and didn’t care for her at all. She should have known she was only a body for them to slake their lust with. No one else loved her, so why should they be any different? She had to get away from them before she fell apart. The last thing she wanted to do was to break in front of them.

With a dexterity she was far from feeling, Nicole scrambled over Brom and ran into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.

When the first knock came, she ignored it and slid down the door, uncaring that the wood caused a painful friction against her naked back or that the tile floor was cold on her bare ass.

“Nicole, open the door,” Ty demanded. “You didn’t let me finish speaking before you took off. Come on, babe, please come out and talk to me.”

Nicole was so full of pain she didn’t want to listen to him. She brought her legs up so that her knees were close to her body, wrapped her arms around them and lowered her head. Lifting her shaking hands, she covered her ears to block Ty’s voice. The next thump to the door must have been with a fist, because she felt the vibration all through her body, but she had no intention of facing them right now. She’d never before experienced this agony she was feeling and didn’t know if she could handle it. Tears streamed down her face and the more she tried to stem the flow, the faster and harder they fell. There were a couple more bangs on the door, but finally they stopped.

Pulling her hands from over her ears, she sniffled and wiped the moisture from her face but then held her breath and listened really hard. She couldn’t hear anything and hoped the three men weren’t lying in wait for her. She had no intention of facing them ever again. Not if she could help it. How long she sat on the cold, hard floor she had no clue, but when she began to shiver and her muscles began to ache and cramp, she finally moved her legs and pushed up to her hands and knees.

Nicole was full of pain. Her heart as well as her body was an interminable ache and she felt like she was a hundred years old. She wondered if she would ever be able to pull the shattered pieces of her heart together. After opening the shower door, she turned the faucet on and then stepped into the warm water. She scrubbed every inch of her body, starting with her hair and then worked her way down, but no matter how hard she rubbed, she couldn’t erase their touch from her skin. She cried silently, not wanting them to know how hurt she was, and stood under that water, letting it stream over her until her fingers began to prune. After drying off she placed her ear against the door and listened. When she heard no movement, she unlocked it and cautiously opened it and scanned the room. It was empty, thank God.