Battered Not Broken by Celia Kyle Page A

seemed to reach for her body
through the confines of his jeans and she did what she never
thought she’d do.
    She skimmed Conner’s abdomen, stroking toward
her destination. Her fingertips brushed the button of his jeans,
the ice cold metal a stark contrast to the heat they had created.
With one quick flick, the button was undone. A swift tug on the
zipper and her fingers brushed the soft cotton of his underwear.
Did he wear boxers or briefs? She’d soon know.
    Tearing her mouth from his, their gazes met,
a question visible in Conner’s eyes.
    “Let me.” She breathed against his lips. A
plea. She wanted to touch him, to feel his skin against hers, his
shaft in her mouth. “Please.”
    Gillian wormed her hand into Conner’s jeans,
ignoring the tight squeeze, craving only to feel him in her hand,
his arousal for her. He gasped against her mouth, his eyes squeezed
shut when she managed to grasp his erection, her fingers not quite
managing to envelope him fully. Long and thick, mmm.
    “Questions.” He moaned against her mouth just
after she squeezed him. “You.” Pant. “Had questions.”
    Gillian pulled back, flicking her tongue
along his lower lip, teasing him. She didn’t relinquish her hold on
his cock, but gave him a bit of breathing room. Rubbing the tip of
her nose against his, she whispered against his lips, anxious for
his answers as she had plans for the cock in her hand. Never before
had she ever felt so empowered, so free to do as she pleased. These
three men wrenched those feelings out by showering her with freedom
and caring.
    “Were you angry for what I did with Max? Or
Ronan? They said you were jealous, but not angry. Which was
it?”
    Conner closed his eyes and pressed his
forehead to hers, and took a deep breath. “You want to talk about
that now? Here? With your hand…”
    Gillian tightened said hand and nodded. “Yes,
here, now. Talk fast, make it good and I promise to make you a
happy man.”
    Wow! Where had all this bravado and
sexual aggression come from? Before meeting the three brothers’
she’d been withdrawn, and always turned inward during sex, of any
kind. Sex with Kyle had been when… No. She wouldn’t think
about that. Wouldn’t think about the stench of alcohol on his
breath, or what always managed to follow their “lovemaking”. Not
when she had another man’s cock in her hand.
    He moaned and sucked in a harsh breath, she
slid her hand further into his pants, searching for his balls.
“Both. Oh God, Gilly. Stop. Wait, don’t stop.” Her fingers found
the tender skin where the skin of his shaft stretched lower and
transformed to his sensitive scrotum.
    “Both?” she queried, anxious to hear his
explanation and get her lips around him. Scratching his skin
through the fabric of his boxers, or maybe briefs, she waited for
her answer.
    “Both.” His breath came in harsh pants, the
sound warring with that of the river below. “Jealous. Wanted to be
with you.” Conner swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple dancing along
his throat. “Angry. Thought they took…” She tightened her grip, and
taking advantage of the space she’d fought for in his pants,
stroked him from balls to tip and back again. “Advantage.” The word
came out on a sigh, his breath fanning softly across the skin of
her cheek.
    So sweet, her Conner. So sweet and caring
he’d nearly screamed the house down twice when he thought his
brothers had taken advantage of her. First, when they’d just
awoken, and again when he’d arrived home. While he had gotten angry
unnecessarily both times, her heart melted for the man she held so
near.
    “They didn’t take advantage, Conner.”
    He closed the distance between them, brushing
his lips against hers. “No?”
    “No.”
    Reaching the top of his underwear, she prayed
her hand had warmed while buried within Conner’s jeans. Slipping
her fingers beneath the waistband, the feeling of silken steel
against her palm sent a shiver through her body and Conner