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West ran his hands down to my ass and jerked me up his body until he had my thighs wrapped around his waist. Spinning, he kicked the tray and stopped to see if it woke Lucky up. When it didn’t, he grabbed the ancient baby monitor and strode into the bathroom with me. He set the monitor on the bathroom counter and silently shut the door before spinning me around so I had no choice but to stare at our reflections in the mirror.

“I’ve spent a fucking year stroking myself off to the thought of you, kitten. Then you show up here and we fuck everything up so bad that you don’t want to come near us and I thought I was going to have to have someone tie me up in the barn to stop me from climbing through your window at night. Do you feel that?” He made sure I felt his thick erection pressing into my ass through our jeans. “That only works for you now, kitten.”

The woman in his arms didn’t look like me. She looked wanton, with blown out pupils and her lips parted as she breathed like she’d just run a marathon. I watched as she gripped the countertop and arched her back, rolling her ass against West’s hardness. When my eyes caught on West’s hungry face, I couldn’t look away.

“Reach back and touch me, kitten.” He braced his hands next to mine on the counter, his body surrounding me.

My hand shook when I reached back, excitement and nerves clashing together. I had to wedge my hand between our bodies but then I was cupping him through his jeans and we were both moaning together.

“Get on your knees. Show me you want this as much as I do.”

CHAPTER 27

West

There was something extra filthy about making the mother of my child drop to her knees for me and it filled my head with a buzz of energy. Reagan squeezed herself between my thighs and the cabinet behind her, looking up at me the whole time. She was so fucking gorgeous with her big blue eyes filled with desire and her cheeks flushed with need. Her hands shook as she fumbled with my jeans.

“What did you think about?” She licked her lips and slowly worked my jeans down my thighs. Her fingers were cool against my waist as she hooked them into the top of my boxer briefs and tugged them down. Her eyes went wide as my cock sprung up at her but her lips tipped up as she looked between it and my eyes. “When you stroked yourself off?”

I wound my fingers through her hair and tipped her head back.

“Even though I’ve seen you stuffed full of cock, you still look so innocent to me, kitten. It makes questions like that feel extra dirty. You want to know what I thought about while I fucked my fist? Open your mouth and warm my cock and I’ll tell you.”

She shivered and whimpered before opening her mouth and taking my cock in. She held half of it in her mouth and went still, eager for me to tell her what she wanted to know.

I fought the urge to sink more of my dick in her mouth and smiled at her.

“You’re still such a good girl, kitten. I thought about this. You. On your knees. I thought about pushing you to take more until I heard that sweet little gag when I hit the back of your throat. I thought about you on that stage and about how I should’ve taken your mouth in front of everyone so they knew better than to even think about you.”

Her eyes followed my free hand as I reached back and yanked my shirt off. Her tongue shifted from side-to-side on the underside of my cock and she’d started making a low humming sound that sent chills up and down my back.

“I replayed every moment we spent together. Like I said from the beginning, I’ve never been a man to share but I thought about how you looked getting fucked by my brothers while you sucked me off. Or how tight your pussy squeezed me while you choked on one of their cocks.” I tightened my grip on her hair and exhaled roughly. “I dreamt of having you again. Over and over again until you passed out from coming so many times. I usually come to the image of your swollen pussy leaking my come. That’s a fantasy you’re going to make real for me, isn’t it?”

She pouted when I pulled out of her mouth.

“Yes, West.”

I pulled her to her feet and dragged her mouth to mine. Kissing her hard, I didn’t take my time to kiss her gently. I stroked my tongue past her lips and drank in the taste of fresh fruit on her tongue. I inhaled her exhales and held her hair tight enough to have her moving up on her tip toes to alleviate the sting. When I tried to loosen my grip, she grunted and dug her nails into my chest. I tore her clothes from her body, desperate to feel her silky skin again. She shoved at my jeans until we were both breathing hard, naked bodies pressed against each other. Her hard nipples dragged over my chest and my dick leaked precum onto her stomach.

I bit her bottom lip and growled.

“How the fuck does a woman like you who can be so goddamn hard during the day turn into such a fucking angel as soon as her pussy’s wet? Huh? You are bossy and mouthy as fuck. Don’t get me wrong, kitten, I love it. I love your claws. I just really, really, like this version, too. I like how you go all soft and let me do whatever I want with you. You’d let me tie you up and spankyou until you cried before I finally fucked you. You’d let me eat your ass until you begged me to fuck it. No matter how much you seem to hate us, there’s something in you that trusts us. Right, Reagan?”

Her eyes were blue flames as she glared at me but when I slipped my hand between our bodies and cupped her sex, I found her dripping wet. She bent her legs to give me more space and her eyelashes fluttered closed when I pressed my middle finger over her clit.

“Please, West…”

Something cracked inside my chest. Hearing her beg and knowing how much she wanted me was a drug.

“I’m going to give you what we both want and need. You should know something, though.”

She cried out as I eased my finger into her, testing to see how ready she really was for me.

“What?”

I curled my finger and swallowed the moan she let out.

“I don’t know if once is ever going to be enough.”

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