Make Me Yours (Bridgewater County 5)

Micah stepped up to her, slid a hand up beneath the hem of her dress. “Oh?”

“It means you want to have your way with me.”

“Damn straight. Are you on the Pill, sugar?” I asked.

She nodded, her eyes falling closed because Micah was touching her with his fingers. I couldn’t see because her dress was tucked over his wrist, but I could imagine. I also imagined she was wet and ready for us. Again.

“Good girl. We’re both clean so those condoms you packed? We won’t need them. This time we’ll take you bare.”

“Oh god,” she moaned.

“We’re going to fill you up,” Micah murmured. “Again and again. Mark you. You won’t have any doubts who you belong to.”

“And the lube?” I added. “We’ll use it. And I’ve got a little plug to get you all ready for us.”

“That’s a lot of talk,” she murmured, gripping Micah’s forearm.

He growled, tossed her over his shoulder and carried her toward the cabin. He swatted her ass on the way. “You think we talk too much? I’ll give you something to keep you quiet.”

For the next twenty-four hours, she didn’t say much of anything besides “More” and “Please” and “Yes!”

***

Lacey

My cell phone rang when I was on the couch with Micah. We were like two spoons in a drawer, napping. They’d kept me up all night, taking turns fucking me. Instead of using their fingers for their fun ass play, they’d pulled out a silver butt plug with a bright pink jewel on the handle. They’d played with it during the night, working it inside me, then fucking me while I wore it, but they’d pulled it out when they finally let me sleep. No, when I’d finally passed out from orgasms.

But this morning, they’d bent me over the sofa and put it in again, this time telling me to wear it for the morning.

I knew what that meant—besides walking a little awkwardly. They planned to fuck me together. At the same time. Not just sucking one of them while the other f

ucked me. No, I was going to be between them, one of them in my pussy, the other in my ass.

They’d said it was the ultimate claiming, that they’d do it only when I agreed I was theirs.

Until then, they didn’t give me one minute when I wasn’t reminded they wanted to keep me. One of them was always with me—except for a few minutes alone in the bathroom—touching me, hugging me, kissing me. Holding me like Micah was now.

It had been a full day of making out. Fooling around. Fucking.

Colt had kept his word. I had forgotten about everything but the two of them. Or what the three of us could be. I felt safe and protected. Loved, even. I liked it and wanted it to continue.

I didn’t understand it, but I didn’t have to. At least not right now. I’d just been myself with them and I wanted more.

Did I want forever? I had no idea, but the idea held promise.

Then my cell phone brought everything back, reminded me there was a real world and it was waiting. I went over to retrieve it from my bag.

“Lacey? Oh my god, are you okay?” Ann Marie’s voice was loud through the phone.

Micah sat up and put his arm over the back of the couch as he watched me. He was shirtless since I was wearing it. I wore his shirt and nothing else—but the plug.

“Yeah, why?”

“You haven’t seen the papers, have you?”

“No.” All calmness washed away like a creek in a flash flood. “Why? What are they saying?”

“Look, I called Hawk’s Landing. I spoke to the owners. They know you’re with your hot cowboys. One of them is coming to you.”