The Perfect Plan [The Men of Treasure Cove 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rebecca Joyce

“But you three! You should man up. If your dads were here, I would help them beat some sense into you. You really need to figure this out, because there is no way I can petition the court for a restraining order! Her father doesn’t even know ya’ll are married. Why not give the man a chance? He might be amiable to the match.”
    “Matthew, did you even hear what I said? He is going to kick our asses when he finds out,” Orin said angrily.
    “Good! You need your asses whipped. Have you given any thought about what Lilly wants? Have you asked her what she thinks? No! You just dragged this poor woman in here and demanded that I legally help you keep her family from getting their hands on you. You guys need to put your heads together and figure this out, and I am not talking about the ones between your legs! Now get out of my office. I have real cases to work on,” Matthew said, pointing to the door.
    He watched as the three of them agreed among themselves. Matthew just shook his head and grinned. “Serves them right. Now maybe they will think before they act.”
    “Mr. Jenkins?” a soft voice said.
    Looking up, he saw that Lilly stood by the door. Her soft, angelic features were scared and a little apprehensive, but she stood her ground. Matthew gave the girl kudos for that. It took a lot of gumption to ignore those men.
    “Yes, my dear.”
    “Can I ask you for a favor?”
    “Anything, my dear, but that restraining order.”
    “I know. But I was thinking, you might be able to do this.”
    Standing, Matthew walked around his desk and ushered her back into his office. Closing the door behind them, he sat on the edge of his desk, “What can I do for you, Mrs. McDaniel?”
    “Well, that’s just it. I’m not legally Mrs. McDaniel, yet.” She smiled.
     
    * * * *
     
    Orin, Davis, and Jacks were stuck. Legally they couldn’t stop Lilly’s father from finding them and beating them within an inch of their lives. Which, looking at the situation, they probably deserved the ass whipping. But damn it, there had to be a way to by them some time. First they needed to see if Lilly was pregnant.
    “Let’s head over to Doc’s. I want to ask him some questions?” Orin ordered.
    “I’m hungry. Let’s go see Macie first,” Davis said, rubbing his stomach.
    “You two do what you want. I’m gonna go talk with Braxton,” Jacks said, walking off in the direction of the sheriff’s office.
    “Well, shit. What’s eating him?” Orin asked, but when Davis gaped, openmouthed, like he was some idiot, Orin knew. “He doesn’t want her to leave, does he?”
    “Nope, and just so you know, neither do I.” Davis smiled with a shit-eating grin on his face.
    Oh, he so wanted to knock that grin off of his brother’s face. What the hell was wrong with them? They were willing to jump right into married life, with no thought of the consequences. Someone needed to take charge of this situation, because this whole mess was quickly spiraling out of control.
    “Look, I like Lilly, too. I can’t keep my dick from shooting straight up when I’m around her, but damn, man, we ain’t gonna be much husband material if her father cuts our dicks off! I’m just trying to figure out a way to keep lil’ Orin right where he’s at, ’cause if her dad gets a hold of us, you better pray we knocked her up last night, cause that might be our only child.”
    “And you’re supposed to be the big bad Dom. What a pile of crap. Face it. For the first time in your life, you’re not in control, and it’s killing you,” Davis said, getting angry. Davis knew damn well that his big brother was nothing more than a showboat. Oh, he liked to spank and fuck the ladies, but when it came down to it, he was just a pussy.
    “Fuck you, Davis. You know nothing about me,” Orin yelled back, getting in his face.
    “Prove it. Man up, brother. Take responsibility for what we all did. Stop trying to fix the problem, ’cause there isn’t one. We married