Yours Forever (Reign 3)

“See, baby? Letting me touch you isn’t so bad,” he purred like a big cat before consuming its prey. He was rubbing my foot, relaxing me to a point of total bliss. The kill shot must be coming. Because Jack never played fair.

“You wanted to talk to me,” I pushed, trying to keep my wits. When he pressed his fingers into my instep, I arched, my breasts coming out of the water. I couldn’t help it, though, it felt amazing. Besides, my leg was on his and he could see a lot more with my legs spread than my breasts.

“My guy found the bank that key belongs to.”

“What?” I said. “Really!”

He nodded, a happy expression lacing his face.

“Wait, you have a guy?”

“Yes.” He rubbed my foot some more and I was back to a puddle. “The bank is in Highlands Ranch. It’s older and not in high demand, but it will be open the day after New Year’s.”

“That’s perfect. We can go first thing in the morning before Anita meets with the company sellers.” Because whatever, if anything, was in that lockbox, it would be wise to know about it before she touched my father’s company.

He nodded.

The finish line is in sight. Whatever was going on, it was all tied together. That I believed, and so did Jack and Cal. Soon. This would all be over soon.

“Thank you,” I said with everything in me, because I was truly grateful. For so much.

He just glanced away and rubbed my foot. When his eyes hit me again, I saw the determined face of lust. He was so good at changing gears, the simplest touch or look could set my blood on fire. I knew by the expression on his face that warm and fuzzy time was over.

“I’ll ask you one more time to lift your no touching rule,” he said. Dominance dripped from his voice, and I knew the instinct he was trying to fight. His hands gripped my foot in a way that made me think he was putting in effort to not touch me further. I knew Jack. Knew his palms were itching for more than one thing. And my skin was begging to have it.

But I had to stay strong. Think of Jack. Think of Cal. Think of their friendship. Messing up anything between them was not my goal. I would have to leave at some point, and while New Year’s was right around the corner, I just had to make it with the slivers of my heart intact until then.

I shook my head, because I couldn’t tell him no out loud. Something he picked up on, because that dark look went even darker.

“Fine. If you won’t allow me further access to you, then you’ll touch yourself,” he said with all the authority in the world.

He looked between my legs and I went to move, but he held my foot tight, forcing me to stay right where I was.

“If you can tell me honestly that you don’t want to come for me, I’ll let you go and leave you to bathe alone.”

He waited. If he was sticking to my rules of no touching, I had to stick to his of being honest. I couldn’t deny it. I wanted to come. So much my body ached from the need.

When silence passed between us, Jack took in my whole body once more, then said, “Take your hand, and put it between your legs.”

I was helpless to deny him. When he commanded, my brain registered and obeyed. I kept my eyes on his and did as he said.

He pushed his thumbs into my heel and I arched again.

“Good. Now rub your clit until you shake, then sink those pretty fingers into your pussy. Show me how much you wish it was me touching you.”

I rubbed a slow circle with my fingertip around the sensitive bundle of nerves. I was so needy from our encounters and all the tension that had been building over the past few days, hell, longer than that. Since I’d met both of them, the tension was always building.

He watched my ministrations and arched a brow. “You think I’d be gentle?”

My touch was timid. Slow. Two things Jack wasn’t. He looked me in the eye, waiting for me to answer his question. A challenge. I knew as well as he that he wouldn’t be gentle. He’d flick hard at my clit, then thrust two fingers into me, pumping in and out, deep and hard.

Just thinking about it made me pick up my pace. Just as my body picked up heat and I was on the brink of trembling, Cal walked in.

I removed my hand instantly, stopping in shock, and looked up at him. He just sank to his knees beside the tub, his forearms hanging over the edge to tap the water.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Jack rasped, completely ignoring Cal. But I couldn’t ignore him, couldn’t ignore the fact that I was giving myself an orgasm at Jack’s command while Cal watched.

“Don’t stop on my behalf, Kitten,” Cal said with a look so fierce I couldn’t do anything but lock my eyes on him and continue to rub.