I am sore all over, down my sides are long claw marks, my thighs are battered, blood has dried between my thighs and my insides feel crawly. The shame...is palatable, I feel so filthy, I fight not to be sick as a knot is forming in my throat.Then a new sound comes to my awareness. Oh no, it's my brother calling, he's only a few dozen yards away. I jump up and grab for my panties that are tangled around my ankles, I don't have time to pull them up and close my shirt, shit. I squat down as if I am. The two had become friends by meeting at a boring networking event where after getting drinks, they went to a local bar and ended up taking a couple women back to their own place.In regards to appearance, both Trent and Kash had a lot going for them. Trent was a six-foot-two blond-haired man in his late twenties who looked exactly like actor Boyd Holbrook. In terms of personality, he had a comedic vibe and a smartass comment which sometimes angered people, mainly other men. Kash was a six-foot. Igwanda reflexively started to protest, but stopped himself with a shrug. MacPherson could do no harm now, so there was no reason not to indulge his grandmother. He watched them walk away, then turned back to his work supervising the loading.It occurred to Meiersdottir that the former captain had no clue what he was in for. "You're getting more than you bargained for, Angus," she told him as they walked. "We're going straight to their nest. You all right with that?"He nodded. "Aye. In forr a. Breaking the kiss I turn to descend the steps, but you take me by the hand, replying in a deep, throaty voice ìYes, a very good nightî and you turn the key in the lock, leading me across the threshold and into your home, at the same time crossing a threshold of a more sensual kind, your mind acquiescing to your bodies need.You close the door behind us, maintaining your light grip on my hand, and lead me through your foyer and across your living room, approaching the staircase.