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“Thank you.”

As soon as Lucky was down for a nap, I was on my feet and practically bouncing in my eagerness to get out of the house. I changed into a pair of shorts and an off the shoulder top so I could feel more of the sun on my skin. I slipped my feet into sandals and then grabbed the baby monitor. Tate had moved the bassinet downstairs so Lucky would be just a few feet away from us if he started waking up.

West waited for me by the front door with a baseball hat in one hand and a bottle of sunscreen in the other. “The cost of doing business, kitten.”

I wanted to stomp my foot. “Can I at least put the sunscreen on outside? On the porch in the shade is fine, but I just need some fresh air.”

“Tate’s already waiting out there.” West pulled the hat down on my head and patted my ass as I walked by him. “Lucky for the both of us, you left a lot of skin unprotected. That means we get to touch more of you.”

“You get to touch…? I can put my own sunscreen on. Don’t be silly.”

“We’re not being silly. We’re being manipulative and taking advantage of the situation. Get it right.” He pushed open thedoor for me and followed me out. “Alright, kitten. We need to protect all of this pearly white skin. Good thing you have two men here willing to help.”

I stood between the two of them and acted like I was bothered by what they were doing. In reality, I was sorely missing their touch.

“Do your worst.”

CHAPTER 33

Reagan

My knees were going to buckle. Tate and West rubbed sunscreen lotion into my legs in long, firm strokes that made my head spin. I’d forgotten all about the sun or about taking a walk. I just wanted them to keep touching me. Having two giant men squatting on either side of you so they could rub your legs… It was an experience.

I was so worked up that when they both stood up to start on my shoulders, I leaned back into Tate and groaned.

“Forget the walk. Just stand here and rub me for another hour or so.”

Resting his chin on my shoulder, Tate rubbed his hands up my arms.

“I think I could manage that.”

West gripped my hips and smiled.

“No, come on. We should definitely take the walk and get some sun. Right?”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You’re being a turd, aren’t you?”

He shifted closer so I was pinned between the two of them.

“I’ve missed touching you.”

“You’ve been touching me all week.”

“It’s not the same.” Lowering his mouth to mine, he kissed me softly. “You scared the shit out of us, Reagan. Things are different now. The idea of something happening to you woke us all up a bit. But we’re still trying to give you space and time to catch up to us.”

Tate let out a quiet laugh.

“We’ve been giving you time to heal. If you want us to stand here and rub you, though, that’s a pretty good indicator you’re feeling better, isn’t it?”

I gasped at the feeling of his lips on my neck.

“I feel better. I feel a lot better.”

He intertwined our fingers and continued torturing me with his mouth on my neck. West trailed his hands up my stomach and grazed my chest on his way to cupping my cheeks and kissing me again. I could feel them both harden on either side of me and I rocked my hips back and forth to rub against them both.

Tate’s lips grew firmer and his teeth joined in, leaving stinging bites he soothed with his tongue. Each sting sent a bolt of arousal to my core and I couldn’t help the moans I let out.

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