Page 174 of Five Brothers

He pulls off his T-shirt and tosses it aside.

I shake my head. “Knock it off.”

But before I know what’s happening, he catches me in his arms.

Not roughly, though. The hold is soft, gentle.

The pinch between his brows makes his eyes look pained, his green darker than Army’s. Like camouflage.

“Dallas, let her go,” Army bites out.

But Dallas’s eyes don’t leave mine. “I want her.”

He doesn’t.

He wants to feel powerful.

He wants his turn, because he thinks I didn’t care who Iron was. Or who Trace or Army are.

But he whispers, so only I can hear. “Stay with us.”

The hair on the back of my neck rises.

He brushes his thumb across my cheek, bringing it up to look at it, and I see a thin drop of blood from the cut on my face. He sticks it in his mouth, and my mouth falls open long enough for him to grab the back of my hair and cover my lips with his.

My growl is muffled in his mouth, and I shove at his chest, but he doesn’t budge. Lifting me by the backs of my thighs, he hefts me up.

“Let’s take you back to your house,” he says. “We’ll take care of you, and you take care of us.”

“Dallas …”

I think it was Trace that time, but I’m too stunned to concentrate.

What the hell is Dallas doing? What does …

And then I realize.

You take care of us, he said.

“You want pictures of me?” I ask.

He smiles, Army and Trace slowly moving in.

“For a start,” Dallas says.

“No,” Trace tells him.

Followed by Army. “Enough. Let’s go.”

“Let her make her own decisions,” Dallas snaps.

I barely breathe.

I’ve been with Army and Trace already.Why not help them in the one way I can?

That’s what Dallas is thinking anyway.

He’d humiliate me as a means to an end.