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“You asking for a reward?” He says, his thumb now moving with purpose. He finds my clit and moves past it and then returns with deliciously slow precision.

My only answer is a gasp of need.

His eyes light up in satisfaction at the desire I can feel written so plainly over my face. He hooks his middle finger into me in answer, pressing inside of me while his thumb still works my clit.

“Colt,” I say his name pleadingly, begging him not to stop.

His skillful hands work inside me while his intense gaze doesn’t stray from my eyes for even a moment.

“I like taking care of you when you let me, Blaire.” Hearing my real name on his lips is so sensual in this moment that goosebumps break out all over my skin.

“I’m letting you right now,” my voice is high-pitched and frenetic.

“Do you trust me?” His voice is low and wanting, as if my words alone will give him what he needs.

“I do,” I say my answer plainly because it’s true. For better or for worse, I trust this man. Sometimes even more than myself.

He lowers his fingers until he finds the last part of me he hasn’t been. “I want to make you feel so good,” his voice is husky now.

His fingers press at that forbidden entrance and I swallow hard, trying to get used to the feeling. It’s something that’s come up when we talk about sex. I’ve told them that I’ve never had anyone in that way, but I want to with them.

I really want to.

And now it seems that Colt is set on making my deepest, darkest desire come true.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Reese

The cottage is suspiciously quiet when Briggs and I get back from cutting up wood for the fire.

Until I hear an unmistakable sound. One that is so ingrained in my brain that I sometimes hear it when I dream.

Blaire is whimpering in pleasure.

Briggs and I look at each other for a moment, debating what to do. It doesn’t take us more than a second. This is our lives now. We share like good brothers ought to.

We follow the sound to the bathroom, and my cock registers what it sees before my brain does. Blaire is naked and kneeling in the claw tub. Her entire front is pressed against the long sloped front of the tub, while her ass is arched out for Colt. He has lube in one hand while his other hand is busy pushing his fingers into her, exploring her sexy, tight asshole.

“Fuck,” I mutter. There are so many perks to this new arrangement of ours. So many god damn perks.

“Just in time,” Colt says with a low voice. The man sounds like he’s ready to lose it already, and I wonder how long they’ve been at this.

Blaire looks over her shoulder at us and smiles.

Smiles.

As Colt shoves his fingers deep into her ass, she’s also happy to see us.

Fuck, this is heaven.

Colt pulls out of her and stands up. Briggs offers his hand to Blaire, clearly in agreement on where this is all headed.

She steps out of the bath, and I admire her body. Her pussy is neatly trimmed and I wonder what we missed in here. I love that pussy of hers no matter what it looks like, but I can tell she feels sexy like this the way she proudly stands in front of us.

Briggs pulls her into him. Her body gets his clothes wet, but he doesn’t care. She reaches up to him and pulls his head down to hers. He bends his massive frame down to meet her. Their size difference is almost absurd, but I know Blaire likes the way he can lift her up with no problem. I like that we can give her all the different things she wants and needs.

She fumbles at Briggs’ clothes to get him as naked as her.

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