Kayla knew he had always resented her for becoming his responsibility. Her mother’s brother didn’t have much of a heart. That much was clear.
But maybe he had given her a gift. He had given her two men who wanted to take care of her. Two men who would protect her. Keep her safe. Two men who would possess her in the most intimate and profound way.
“Knock knock.” Jason poked his head in the door. “Ready to get out?”
She nodded. “I think so.”
Wyatt walked in with him, carrying a large fluffy towel. Jason helped her from the tub, while Wyatt wrapped it around her. The men took turns drying her. They made sure every drop of water was dabbed off her body.
She knew it would take time to get used to how they treated her. How they made her body theirs.
Wyatt scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. It was turned down and the lights were off. Her heart fluttered.
Jason walked around to the other side and climbed in as Wyatt placed her in the middle and aligned his naked body against hers. He kissed the back of her neck while Jason planted a kiss on her lips.
“Good night, sweet goddess.” Jason smiled.
“We’re going to sleep?” she asked. “Like this?”
Wyatt pressed his erection against her bottom. Damn, he was hard. She wanted to wiggle into him. She was suddenly less sleepy.
Jason rolled on his side dragging her arm over his chest. He threaded his fingers through hers.
“Good night. You need your rest.”
Wyatt traced a line down her spine, pushing his finger to the edge of her backside. She didn’t realize she was so sore there.
He whispered, “Soon, baby. I’ll have this soon.”
Her nipples hardened into Jason’s back.
“Damn it, Wyatt. I’m trying to sleep here. But fuck her nipples are hard as rocks.”
Kayla whimpered. “Please.”
“Please what?” Wyatt’s lips were on her back.
“One more time?” she begged.
“She needs to rest, brother.”
Wyatt was possessive and already turned on. “Want to watch this time?”
Kayla’s eyes flashed to Jason. “Will you?”
“You want me to watch?” he asked.
She nodded. “I won’t take my eyes off you.”
“Fuck,” he growled.
Wyatt’s hand cupped between her legs. He pushed one finger inside her as she arched into him. The movements were already part of a rhythm she loved.
Kayla held Jason’s gaze. She never looked away from the pools of green. It was all she could see—glitter green as Wyatt pumped his fingers inside her.
And then he breached that forbidden zone. His thumb pushed inside her ass as she crumbled into her orgasm.
“I can’t.” Jason shook his head. “I need my cock in your mouth, love.”