Page 59 of Savage Reign

Killian brought over some of the containers that held the breakfast and set them on the bed as soon as I said it.

Silas looked at all that was spread out before us. “That’s a lot of food,” he said quietly.

I didn’t answer him. In fact, I didn’t look at him at all. He might see too much if I wasn’t careful, and I wasn’t ready to tell him, or any of them, about my pregnancy. Not yet. And I wanted it to be on my own terms. Killian pushed a container with scrambled eggs, baked potatoes, and bacon toward me.

I smiled my thanks, taking cautious bites of the food. Silas would probably lose his shit if I got sick now.

“I still think you should come home with us now,” Silas grumbled, stealing a strip of bacon from me. Killian punched Silas on the shoulder, causing the other man to glare at him.

“That’s for Mila. If you’re hungry, go out and buy your own food,” Killian said.

“I can share,” I added. Both brothers turned to me with devious smiles on their faces, causing me to blush.

I shook my head in exasperation just as Silas leaned down, his lips touching my ear, and said seductively, “Can you now, baby?”

I pushed him off me. Not that it did any good. He moved out of the way when I was about to slap him, laughing.

“So fucking feisty. I fucking love it,” Silas said.

I shook my head, smiled a little, and looked over at Killian. He was watching us, his face relaxed while he sipped his cup of coffee.

“You’re not hungry?” I asked him.

Killian shook his head. “No, firecracker. Just eat.”

“This is a lot of food,” I pointed out. I knew I told him I was hungry, but I didn’t think he would go out and buy nearly everything on the menu of the diner place I frequented. I recognized the food and the logo on the bag.

He shrugged. “Eat what you can.”

“Right.”

I went back to eating my food when Silas broke the silence and said, “What are you doing tonight, angel?”

I looked over at him. “I have nothing planned. It’s kind of hard to fill my social calendar while on the run, ya know?”

Silas pulled the container from my hands, and before I could react, he pulled me into his chest, my back pressed against it while one arm wrapped around me tightly and the other went down and cupped my pussy through the shorts. I squirmed, looking over at Killian.

“Silas.”

He squeezed me, pushing the palm of his hand down against my clit. A spasm of pleasure rocked me while Killian continued to stare at us intently.

“You’re a little brat, aren’t you, angel?” Silas asked, slowly massaging me over my shorts. I gasped, not knowing what to focus on—Killian’s eyes or Silas’ touch. Each had the power to make me come undone.

I pressed my nails down on the skin of my thighs. “I-I’m not a brat.”

I felt him press a smile against me. “No?” He moved his hands up to the hem of my shorts, teasing the place where skin met fabric before moving one underneath, and then his warm palm was cupping my bare pussy, his fingers seeking my entrance. “Look at Killian, baby. Do you see how badly my brother wants you?”

Yes. Fuck, yes, but I could see it, not just because there was a noticeable bulge tenting in the crotch area of his jeans. It was his eyes, his face, the way his fists were clenched by his sides… it was everything.

I arched when Silas pushed two fingers inside me. “Do you want him to see you, baby? Or should I just make you come like this? Punish him a little.”

I shook my head, not knowing what to say to that. Silas lazily pumped his fingers in and out of me while his other hand came up and cupped my breast over my shirt. He massaged the globe in his big hand, pulling on my nipple until I could see the outline of it through my shirt.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you,” he said.

His words barely registered in my mind. It took a moment for me to grasp their meaning.

“Now?Fuck,” I hissed out when he quickened his fingers. He bit my earlobe.

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