THEIR_VIRGIN_PRINCESS by Shayla Black Lexi Blake Page A

terrified that someone was
     trying to kill her. Lan had his gun out and he’d just about taken off Coop’s
     head when Dane realized who it was.
    Coop’s whole body sagged. “It didn’t start out like that. I
     was trying to check up on her. I wanted to make sure her BP was okay. She
     nearly fainted. When she took a while in the bathroom, I went in to make sure
     she hadn’t fallen or stumbled and hit her head. And I saw her. She was…”
    “Beautiful.” Yeah, he’d gotten that, too. He’d seen every
     inch of her golden body, every curve and valley. Even though she’d been screaming,
     he was just enough of a bastard to get a hard-on because she was so fucking
     sexy. Shame filled him. She didn’t want him and she was probably right. No man
     with real morals would have gotten an erection when the woman he adored was
     terrified.
    And they damn straight wouldn’t have threatened to spank
     her. The trouble was, she responded to dominance. It was only when he’d used
     his Dom voice that she’d calmed and come out of her episode. She needed someone
     to take control when she couldn’t, to make sure she didn’t hurt herself. To
     stand by her and give her the safe boundaries and structure she needed.
    “Yes, she was so beautiful, and we had this connection,
     Dane,” Coop continued. “She thinks she’s frigid, but she’s not. She was
     pressing her pussy against my mouth and wriggling around. That’s why I tried to
     hold her down, so I could finish her off. Damn, I don’t think that girl’s ever
     had an orgasm. If I hadn’t wrapped my arms around her, we would be in a totally
     different place.”
    “Yeah, you would be fucking her, and Dane would be
     rearranging my face,” a laconic voice said from the doorway. Landon stared at
     Cooper.
    Coop rolled his eyes. “God, don’t give me that. I wasn’t
     trying to steal her. I was trying to show her how good it can be. And you’re a
     fine one to talk. What the fuck was that move you pulled? Did you sell her on
     how awful Dane and I are to cut her out of that meeting?”
    “Fuck you, Coop.” Lan squared off, facing the other man
     down. They started to circle each other like two pit bulls waiting to take a
     chunk out. “She deserved to be in that meeting. It was about her. She’s not a
     child.”
    “She sure knows how to throw a temper tantrum,” Dane said,
     frowning. “That shit she just pulled is exactly why I left her out. Alea isn’t
     ready for that much reality. We all agreed on this plan, and you took it into
     your own hands to reverse our decision.”
    He’d been trying so hard to get them all on the same page.
     Alea needed all three of them. She’d grown up in a country where she was
     practically expected to marry two or three men, maybe more. Being kidnapped had
     torn her world apart, but eventually she would find comfort in her custom of
     plural marriage. But in order to offer her what she needed, they had to stick
     together, and his asshole, idiot partners were being selfish pricks.
    Lan’s face flushed an angry red. “Look, I talked to Cole.
     He’s been in this place before.”
    “Oh, Cole Lennox is now your best friend?” Coop shot at Lan,
     rounding on him. “Or is he the guy giving you advice on how to get her all to
     yourself?”
    “What are you talking about? He shares his wife with his
     brother.” Lan growled a little, a sure sign that this situation was about to
     get ugly. “And you’re a fine fucking one to talk, Coop. I made a decision to
     bring her into something that involved us all. I thought we’d sit down and hash
     this out with her. I thought that maybe if she understood the situation, she
     would be a little easier on us. Let us closer. What’s your excuse? Are you
     going to try to convince me that you were just warming her up so Dane and I
     could come in behind you and show her a good time? I didn’t see you leaving a
     whole lot of room in her pussy for us.”
    Coop’s