This is different, though.
This isn’t some naughty fantasy that Rosa wants fulfilled.
This isn’t just sex for fun’s sake.
She wants to start a family.
You don’t have to spend too much time with her to see that maternal streak in her. She’ll make a great mother—Hernandez or not. Tiernan fucking lucked out when he got her name in the raffle. The bloody idiot is just too stubborn and proud to see it.
If he doesn’t wise up soon, then he will never be happy in his marriage.
And as much as I would like nothing more than to sink my dick into this woman’s sweet pussy, she’s still his wife. Not mine.
I guess the fucker just needs some reminding.
How lucky for him he has a brother who isn’t shy about putting him in his place from time to time.
“What do you need me to do, petal?” I cajole, putting all my charm into my voice.
Her long lashes flutter up, her eyes filled with fear.
“Tell me what you need, and I’ll help you.”
“I’m… I’m not sure what to do,” she mutters softly, low enough that only I can hear the insecurity in her voice.
The girl has at least two years on me, and still, she is as untouched as a virgin.
“Colin,” I call out loud enough for him to hear me from across the room. “Come here.”
I don’t have to turn around to know my cousin will follow my order. His steps are silent over the plush cream carpet in the room, but when he surfaces behind this frightened rose, I breathe easy that he’s in this with me.
Rosa’s eyes are on her husband, as I gently pull on one silk string of her nightgown and push it down her shoulder. Colin mimics my action and pulls down the other string, making the nightgown drop fully to the floor and pool at our feet. I stare at her toes grasping at the carpet to tether her to the ground, as she stands naked between men that a week ago were just strangers. Her chest heaves up and down, drawing my attention to the swell of her breasts.
And what perfect breasts they are.
I’ve gotten so accustomed to fake tits that when I see real God-given ones, large enough to fit in the palm of my hand, my cock instantly goes hard.
Shit.
I want her.
I really fucking want her right now.
Shit!
“Fuck this,” I say when I’m close to losing my goddamn mind and following through on Tiernan’s plan after all.
I’m about to turn away to leave when Tiernan calls out my name, halting my step.
“Move another inch, Shay, and brother or not, I will chain you up in one of our cellars and leave you there for a full month without you seeing the light of day. Same goes for you, Colin.”
“If that’s what you want, then go for it. I couldn’t give a rat’s ass.”
I’m about to head out the door when Rosa grabs my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.
My forehead creases at the mere desperation on her face.
“Please, Shay. Stay.”
It’s the fucking please that gets me in the end.
And then it hits me.
Like an epiphany that was staring me right in the face all along, I begin to understand why she wants this so badly. Her life with us Kellys will never be a happy one. She will always be seen as the enemy. She will live the rest of her years here being hated for something she has no control over. Rosa wanting to get pregnant has nothing to do with being fearful of breaking a treaty or wanting to stand up to her husband.
She wants someone she can love.
Someone that will love her unconditionally.
A child will never see her as Hernandez scum, but as the mother who will keep it safe and loved.
This is not sex.
This is her already in love with a child that does not yet exist.
Because in the end, it’s the only way she will ever experience real love.
I bridge the gap between us and snake my hand through her long brown hair to palm her cheek.
“Okay, Rosa. For you, I’ll do this.”
The look of gratitude she gives me cracks my heart further down the middle.
Ever so slowly, I lower my head, my soft eyes always on her, as I kiss her bare shoulder. Colin follows suit and mimics my action on her shoulder’s twin, his hands falling to her hips to keep her steady and in place.
I know Colin well enough that Tiernan’s order is law to him. He won’t back down unless specifically told to do so. But if the conversation we had yesterday is any clue, then my cousin has his own agenda in regards to this Spanish rose.
Her breaths become shallower as my tongue trails its way to the crook of her neck, in tandem with Colin placing open-mouthed kisses to her shoulder blades and back.