Filthy and Dirty with my Brother’s Best Friends (Filthy, Dirty, Harems #1)

Chapter One

Aspyn

Three big, tall, brooding men surround me. I can’t see their faces clearly, but I have a feeling deep down that I know them, that somehow, we’re connected. One by one, their rough hands land on my skin, pushing across my shoulders, neck, and thighs like a sandpaper melody that I want sung over and over again.

I’m lying flat on a mattress, but I don’t know where I am or how I got here. The only thing I’m sure of is the feeling that surrounds me.

I’m protected, safe, surrounded with love.

Someone touches my cheek, and my eyes flutter open, desperate to see the man’s face, but all I catch is his dark beard and the lines of ink that travel down his shoulder and onto his arm.

He’s huge. A goliath. They all are.

“Spread your legs for me,” a deep voice commands in the darkness.

Normally, I’d refrain from obeying strangers, but something else has taken over. Something raw and intuitive. Something that knows how badly I need a release.

One by one, my legs fall to the side, and with a growl, the man pushes into my tight core with a groan. He’s wide and thick, and every inch of him pounds against me with force and need.

I moan out in pleasure, but the sound is stifled by another massive cock at my lips. I shamelessly clench my fist around the girth of the man at my side and take him deep into my throat as another man scrapes his teeth along the hard ridge of my nipples.

Squirming and gagging, a hand sifts into my hair and another cups my throat.

Breathless whispers and hard, heavy grunts fill the cool room as my heart slams against my chest.

I don’t care why or how this is happening. I don’t care who these men are. I don’t care about anything other than the screaming from my clit begging me to release.

I’m stretched wide and desperate, aching for relief when a hard, heavy knock hits the window.

“You’re parked in a loading zone.” The tone is deep and rough, a lot like the man that’s currently fucking me, but I’m not sure what the hell he’s talking about.

I blink hard and suck harder as my fantasies come to life, but the knocking continues, and the voice repeats itself. This time it’s significantly louder.

“You’re parked in a loading zone.”

I’m parked in a loading zone. What does that mean? Am I about to take it in the ass too? I’m not opposed, but I would like some buildup outside of this weird comment.

Sadly, that’s not the case. The men disappear, the room gets darker, and my eyes flutter open to see the inside of this shitty, old Toyota Corolla with my bag of essentials sat on the seat next to me.

Another hit to the window startles me. “Last shot to move.” The man’s voice darkens as he says, “You’re parked in a loading zone.”

I swallow hard as reality takes shape. I’m not in a mysterious locale with three hot men. I’m, well, parked in a loading zone.

I pull down the towel I’m using for privacy and open the driver’s side door. The second I crack it, I consider how dumb it is to blindly open my door in a vacant parking lot in the middle of the night.

Who knows who this guy is? Sure, he’s wearing a police uniform, but he could be an impersonator desperate to prey on women camped out in their cars. Granted, I’m not sure I’d be against it at this point. My panties are sopping wet from that dream and this ‘police officer’ is the big, brooding type I was dreaming about. His navy pants are form- fitting, clinging to his thick, built thighs. The button-up shirt he wears holds to his frame and shows off his wide stance. He’s in the shadows a bit, so I can’t clearly see his face, but I see he wears a short, dark beard. It’s the kind that would scratch at my thighs just right.

Maybe I’m still dreaming. One can only hope.

“Are you trying to load something?” My response is sarcastic and asking for trouble. Exhaustion, hunger, and extreme horniness will do that to you. There should be a term for all of them combined.

Hornagry.

Whatever the name of it is, I’m not sure I could prove it in an official court of law, should this guy decide to haul me in. ‘I’m sorry, judge. I was mouthing off to the cop because I hadn’t had a proper meal or been fucked in ages.’ Yeah, I’m not sure that works.

The tall man brushes his hand against the stubble of his beard. “Move your car or I’ll have you towed.”

His matter-of-fact tone is familiar. Too familiar. He sounds like my brother’s best friend, Ranger, but it can’t be him. He’s not a cop, and I don’t think he’s in Tennessee. I think Ranger is in Colorado.

Clearly, it’s late and I’m on a drug called ‘ wishful thinking.’

“Tow me then,” I shrug. “I have nothing. You might as well take the last of it.”

The man shakes his head, hooks his thumb into his belt loop, and sighs. “It’s two a.m. Save us both a headache and move.”

Move where? Would you prefer me bent over against the tree behind us or on my back in your truck bed? Now I sound like a teenage boy. Maybe I need more help than I thought. I’m sure not eating for days messes with your brain.

The man’s boots shift against the pavement. “Ma’am, are you under the influence of anything?”

His question only makes me laugh. “No, officer.” I cough and straighten in an attempt to compose myself. “I’m not on anything. I’m just… I think I’m having a breakdown.”

The man in blue turns and stares back toward me with a locked jaw. He’s angry and I can’t blame him. It’s two a.m. and there’s a crazy lady laughing hysterically, refusing to move her vehicle out of a clearly marked loading zone.

“Why do you think you’re having a breakdown, ma’am?” The man’s tone is annoyed and exhausted, but I know now I’ve heard that voice hundreds of times before.

I step out of the light to remove the shadows from his face.

Holy shit. Holy, holy shit.

Leaning in, I narrow my gaze and look past the beard that wasn’t there the last time I saw him. “ Ranger?”

The man’s heavy brows narrow and his head tilts back. “We’re not playing guess who. I’m law enforcement and I’m asking you to move your car, ma’am. Last chance or we’ll get into license and registration. You really want that?”

“No, you’re Ranger Woods.” My stomach flips, and suddenly, I’ve never been happier. I land my hand on my chest. “It’s me, Aspyn. You know, Ryan’s sister. We spent like every other day together until you moved. It’s been what… six years?”

The man drags in a deep breath and stares at me as though he’s still wrapping his head around what I’m saying. I can’t blame him. We’re both a long way from home, it’s the middle of the night, and I’m sure I’m the last person on Earth he thought he’d see out here. Not only that, but the last time he saw me, I had bright blonde hair. Now, I rock a dark brown.

“Aspyn?” A soft smile threatens the serious look on his face, but he’s able to hold it back. “What the hell? What are you doing out here?”

I shrug and bite my bottom lip as a flutter of butterflies takes residence in my core. As wrong as it is, my brother’s friends were always on my roster. Ranger, Jake, and Liam are the epitome of everything anyone would ever want. They each have their own strengths and they’re all hot as hell, but they’re also incredibly off limits. Not only because they’re my brother’s best friends, but because of our age difference. Ryan and I were born eight years apart, so I’m sure to them, no matter how old I get, I’m always going to be Ryan’s kid sister.

I shake my head and circle back to the question he asked me two solid minutes ago. “Just bumming around, I guess.”

“Bumming around?” Ranger narrows his brows. “You’re what… four thousand miles from home? Does your brother know you’re sleeping in your car?”

I suck in a deep breath. “No, and you’re not going to tell him.”

Ranger narrows his brows. “I’m not? Why’s that?”

“Because I’m asking you nicely.”

“Nice doesn’t work on me,” he groans. “Maybe you don’t remember who I am.”

Or maybe my excitement to see a familiar face got the best of me. I shouldn’t be giving my location to anyone, especially someone so close to Ryan.

“I thought you were in Colorado?”

“For a spell, but now it’s Maple Grove, Tennessee. I was born and raised here. I’m the one and only town sheriff, so… I take all kinds of calls at all times of the night. A local saw your car parked out here and got worried. We don’t see a lot of drifters. Why are you drifting, anyway?” His tone is level and unamused by even himself. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed this about him. There’s a calm in his demeanor that’s strong and steady.

When moments go by and I don’t speak, he steps past me and opens the passenger door to my little Corolla as though he’s going searching for the answer himself.

“No! There’s—” A bag of clothes falls out, along with my toothbrush and a battery powered vibrator that needs a fresh set of Double A batteries. “Wow, you really just help yourself.”

He glares down at me. “You’re in my town, sleeping in a public lot, and you’re not answering my questions. You’re putting me in an awkward position.”

“How so? All you have to do is let me sleep. There’s a streetlamp here. That’s why I chose this spot.”

Ranger bends down to pick up my clothes, then personally hands me the toothbrush and the vibrator. I’m not sure he realizes what it is, or he does, and he offers me the grace of not mentioning it.

Solid guy.

“This is temporary,” I say, trying not to let my mind go where it’s going.

Too late.

I’ve wondered so many times what this guy would be like in bed. I mean, how does the non-excitable thing translate to orgasms and pleasure? Does he keep a straight face when he’s coming?

I shouldn’t be thinking about that right now. One of these days I’ll learn that lesson.

“It’s no big deal,” I continue. “People choose this stuff, ya know? If I had a YouTube channel with a million subscribers, you wouldn’t be bothering me.”

He narrows his brows. “You know that’s not true.”

Even as it left my mouth, I know he would most certainly still kick me out of this spot.

“How about this? I sleep here until morning, then I take off, and no one in your little town ever sees me again.” I attempt the cutest pouty face I have, though I’m not sure it’s actually that cute. I haven’t showered in a few days, my hair is wild, and I’m wearing a t shirt stained with a cup of coffee I had the day I left Alaska.

He groans under his breath, shifts his stance, and stares up at the streetlamp that’s flickering above us as though he’s thinking something over.

Maybe he’ll surprise me with a list of sexual favors that I’ll gladly complete before tucking into my Corolla for the night.

Instead, when his gaze meets mine again, he says, “Get back in your car.”

“Okay,” I sigh. No sexual favors, but at least I get to stay in the car. “Thank you. And if you can keep this between us, I’d really—”

“No. You’re following me to my place.”

His place.

His place… as in his house.

His house.

Ranger just invited me to his house.

I’m sure it’s his job to keep people off the streets. He’s a cop, and this is a small town. He’d probably invite anyone back, given the right circumstance. I’m not getting special treatment. This isn’t some grand plan to get me in bed and have his way with me. That said, my clit is thumping as old fantasies conjure their way into the forefront of my mind.

His big, burly frame pressed against mine. His rough hands pushing over my skin. His hot breath in my ear. His big cock soaked in my creamy, wet pussy.

Ugh… what the hell is wrong with me?

I’m on the run. I can’t stop and play house with my brother’s best friend. Besides that, I tried messing with one of his friends before and it left me with years of heartache and a gaping hole. I still think about Jake every day.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m good.” The words sting a little as they come out.

“You’re not good. It’s nearly freezing tonight and you shouldn’t be out here. Can you follow me back to my place, or should I cuff you and drive you myself?”

The idea of being pressed against the cool metal of the car and manhandled has my body vibrating with even more need, but I should stick to my guns. Being alone in a house with a man I’ve been fantasizing about for years is a mistake right now. There’s no doubt about it. Despite the fact that I’m clearly horny and desperate for a reason to escape the demons rattling around in my head, playing house with Ranger would be a colossal mess. I can’t tempt myself.

“If you want me to leave that badly, I’ll leave. It’s nearly morning, anyway. I should get on the road.”

He looks away and shakes his head. “It’s two thirty. There’s still plenty of night left. You look exhausted, and I hear your stomach growling. Get your ass in your car and follow me back to my house.”

I lick my lips and press them together before crossing my arms across my chest. “I’m pretty sure you can’t do this… by law.”

“If you want me to keep this from your brother, then you’ll follow me.”

I really played this all wrong. In fact, I’m pretty sure I just failed the class on police coercion. I can’t even talk myself out of a parking dilemma with a guy I’ve known most of my life. Hell, I didn’t even realize it was him for the first ten minutes.

Blowing out a heavy breath, I relent and pull open my car door, ignoring the throbbing urges between my legs. Ranger’s just a guy. That’s all. He’s not special.

He’s not special at all. Nope, not even a little.

I watch as he climbs his thick, hard, giant frame up into the police truck. Okay, he’s a little special.

This is a mistake. I’m going to do something stupid. I’m going to say something idiotic. I’m going to dig myself into a little grave right here in Maple Grove, Tennessee.

I consider pulling some ‘ funny stuff’ and taking a side road off the main path, but it’s so quiet on this side of town, Ranger would find me, and I can’t risk him calling my brother. Besides that, a warm shower, a homemade meal, a familiar face, and a cozy bed sound like heaven right now. It’s been weeks since I’ve had any of those things. It might be closer to a month. I lost track somewhere along the line.

The night is quiet and surprisingly dark. Out here, even the full moon doesn’t light much more than the hint of crops growing in the pastures. I think it’s a cornfield. It’s funny. I thought I was avoiding cops by parking out in the middle of nowhere. Turns out, I was a beacon for trouble. That’s confirmed when my gas light comes on.

Shit! I slam my hand against the wheel as a rumble of panic shivers through me. I’m down to my last twenty bucks. After today, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do for cash. I don’t like the idea of begging, but at this point, it might be my only option. Hopefully, Ranger’s place is close. After this whole charade, running out of gas with barely any cash would make everything that much more embarrassing.

Ranger’s blinker flashes at the stop sign and we turn left toward what I confirm as another dark cornfield. This one is at a four-way stop with a flashing red light. He hesitates at the light but rolls through before taking another left.

We’re really out there. The only thing for miles is a little farmhouse tucked into the corn with a southern oak hanging before it. Off one of the branches swings a tire that’s suspended on a long rope. I barely see it in the dark, but shadows from the front porch light and the headlights illuminate the edges just right.

My stomach sinks.

Single people don’t have tire swings.

I hadn’t thought of the reality where Ranger is married and I’m bombarding his entire family with my late-night nonsense.

A bead of sweat gathers on my forehead as I try to remember if he was wearing a wedding ring.

He wasn’t, right? Or maybe he was.

It was dark, I couldn’t really see anything, and I’m exhausted and hornagry. I wouldn’t have noticed anyway.

Swallowing hard, I pull into the stone driveway behind him, noting the red rooster that spins on the rooftop.

Usually, the sound of stones popping under my tires warms me and reminds me of home. Right now, it’s scaring the hell out of me. I don’t want to impose on his family, and it’s clear he has one. This place is huge and there are four antique white rocking chairs spilling back and forth in the breeze. Clearly, more than one person lives here.

I stare up at the windows that line the farmhouse’s exterior. There are at least five bedrooms in this place.

Five!

My heart hammers against my chest as I figure what I’ll say to his wife. I bet she’s beautiful. No, more than beautiful. I’d bet she’s stunning, with a great career, and a head full of thoughts that don’t involve fucking her brother’s best friends while subsequently running away from her life because she’s ruined everything.

Yeah, something tells me the kind of woman Ranger ended up with is rational, stunning, smart, and hardworking. Not at all a psychopath like me.

I’d bet the kids are rational, too. I bet they bring home those stickers people put on the backs of their cars to brag about the honor roll and the sports they’re good at.

Ranger parks his police truck behind the old Chevy in front of the garage and I come to a stop next to him, my brakes squeaking. I wonder how long I’m going to make it on these brakes before I need replacements. My stomach clenches at the thought of one more problem waiting on the horizon. Don’t I have enough already?

One heavy boot after another, he climbs down out of the truck and stretches, twisting his thick frame back and forth as though his back is bothering him. I wish it was bothering him because he had just spent hours giving it to me right, but we both know it’s because it’s the middle of the night and his buddy’s little sister is making him insane.

Besides that, he’s about to go inside, and his stunning, rational wife will probably give him a massage while they talk shit about me in the next room. The loser from his past. The girl living in her car. I bet they’ll come up with reasons as to how a ‘ girl from such a good family ’ ended up like this.

If they only knew.

I roll down my window. “I appreciate you doing this, but I had no idea you had a family. I can’t impose like this. You—”

“Good Lord. Get out of your car.” His tone is stoic and flat as usual.

Truthfully, I might not have a choice. The gas light is on and even if I found a gas station out here, something tells me it wouldn’t be open this time of night.

“But this is weird. Your wife and your kids and—”

“What?” He narrows his thick brows as the porch door swings open and a man steps out.

Okay, maybe he doesn’t have a wife. Maybe I got Ranger all wrong. This would be a plot twist I wasn’t expecting.

I glance back toward Ranger, my heart in my throat as the tall, rugged man in army greens gets closer. My stomach tightens. I know that man. “Oh my God. Is that Jake?”

He nods. “He’s here helping me fix up this place. Figured you’d be happy to see him.”

This is worse than a wife and kids, and it’s definitely worse than running out of gas on some old dirt road.

This is a nightmare.

I pinch myself to see if maybe this is all some twisted dream I’m having. Maybe I’m still laid back in the seat of the Corolla under a flickering parking lot light. Despite multiple pinch wounds, I don’t wake up. I’m right here, standing next to my brother’s best friend as I stare at my brother’s other best friend. The man I sort of kind of had a secret thing with. The man I sort of kind of never stopped loving.

Does Ranger know about our secret thing? Jake and I agreed to keep things quiet, but best friends talk. If I’d had a best friend when Jake and I were screwing around, I’d have definitely told her every detail of our secret meetups.

My face heats with every emotion possible.

Jake jogs off the porch and rallies to the side of the car before I have a chance to disappear. Apparently, some god somewhere believes I deserve to be tested. It’s true, I do, but I’m not sure I’ll pass this test.

“My little cat, what the hell are you doing here?” Jake lands his hand against the hood of my car and leans into the open window. He smells like he did years ago. Cedar and orange, with a hint of a musk I could never identify. “Miss me?”

Why is this happening, and why is he calling me his little cat out loud… in front of Ranger? It’s been years since I’ve seen him. We can’t pick up on ‘little cat.’

“Come on. Get out of the way.” Ranger opens my car door and reaches for my hand. “She’s hungry and tired. Let’s get her inside and help her out.”

“I made a grilled cheese,” Jake says, with a warm grin. “I’m assuming you still like those?” Any air that I used to have circulating in my lungs has now been sucked straight out and dumped out onto the gravel driveway. I must look as pale as I feel because Ranger wraps his arms around me to steady my footing.

“Is that a no to the grilled cheese?” Jake laughs. “It’s extra crispy, and I made fries and a fruit salad. It’s just how you like it.”

Ranger must have called him and told him we were on our way. What did they talk about? Why did I agree to come here? I’m running from something, not toward more trouble.

“No,” I smile, “the grilled cheese sounds great. I’m starving.” I stand up straighter, hoping to look more confident than I feel in last week’s clothes. “Thank you.”

Jake nods and hops up onto the porch, opening the door for Ranger and I. “Happy to help, but you do have some explaining to do. Ranger said you’re living in your car.”

“Yeah. I, ugh, I’m just drifting around for a while. What about you?” I puff my cheeks and blow out a breath as we step into the bright light of the house. “Last I heard, you were doing a tour in Afghanistan. I think you were in camo the last time I saw you, too.”

He glances down at his shirt. Why did I mention clothes? I don’t want him to notice mine.

“Yeah, it’s my wardrobe. I probably could use a shopping trip. I guess that’s what a decade of dust and dehydrated steak does to one’s fashion sense.”

“You look great.” My eyes widen. I just can’t stop. “I mean, you look like you’re healthy and stuff. When did you get back?” Now I’m just rambling.

“Shit, a week or two ago. Ranger here needed some help on the house, so I figured this would be a good landing spot. And you look great too, by the way.”

My cheeks burn. I do not look great. “Actually, do you guys mind if I take a shower real quick?”

I could stand in this hallway and talk to Jake forever. It’s like he never left. It’s like we never separated. It’s like we’re right back to where we were all those years ago, before I blew everything up. But right now, I need to take that shower and get my head on straight because sooner or later I’m going to have to tell these guys the truth about why I’m running, and I can’t do that looking like a rag doll with a head full of random urges.

“Sure.” Jake lands his hand on my lower back and guides me toward the bathroom at the end of the hall. “Take your time. We’ll be right here when you’re finished.”

My clit throbs and my body aches to be touched as a streak of panic twists in my stomach. In a different life, I’d take a shower, meet them both in the kitchen, and play seductress. I’d get off on seeing how far I could make them go. I know I could lock Jake down. At least I did back in the day. I’m not so sure about Ranger. I have a feeling he’s harder to pin.

Then again, none of that really matters because in a different life, I wouldn’t be living in my car on the run from everything I know. I wouldn’t be the girl I never thought I could be. I wouldn’t be holding onto so many secrets.

In a different life, I wouldn’t be me.