Page 24 of The Final Deal

Dree’s eyes meet mine. “What?”

“Are we still meeting up with Bottomdweller next weekend?” I repeat in measured words, teasing him all the same.

“Yeah,” he says, gaze dropping low again.

“Z,” I call out as I push myself up until my hips bump against the edge of the pool, “did I use enough marinade for that meat? I don’t think I did it as good as you do.”

He tries his damndest to not look, but one glance is all it takes for him to lock eyes with me. Well, not with me, per se, but the girls, for sure. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, you did fine, babe.”

A hand wraps around my throat.

Adrian yanks me close, and his mouth comes to my ear. “What are you doing, princesa?”

I gasp with excitement fluttering in my stomach when my eyes meet Zak’s as his brother manhandles me. My pussy throbs. “Just getting comfortable.”

He squeezes my neck and says in a low, gravelly voice, “You think you can flash that ass at us and get away with whatever you want?”

Adrian’s features are stern and rigid, exaggerated by the authoritarian appearance I’ve seen him take when Andrea throws a fit for not getting her way. He notes the mischief on my face with a flicker of his eyes.

Suddenly, I’m thrown over his lap. His knee jabs my ribs. “Oof!”

“Dree,” Zak says, loaded with warning.

“Even princesses get punished for testing limits,” Adrian responds.

My ass stings with a sharp, wetsmack. “Ow!”

I wriggle on his lap and try to roll off into the water, but Adrian levels his legs and pins me in place.

“You.”Smack.“Are.”Smack.“Driving.”Smack.“Me.”Smack.“Crazy.” Adrian spanks my ass one more time, hard enough that I cry out in pain.

“Dree, that’s enough!”

I blink until Zak is clear, watching me with concern and anger. “Steph, you okay?”

Adrian’s hand sliding down my wet ass distracts me from the ache. His fingers dip further down and whirl, teasing my pussy lips apart and allowing him access to my clit.

I can’t help my ass lifting into the air, or my eyes closing, or my mouth forming a pleasurableOas Adrian fingers me. “Y-yeah.”

Metal clanks against metal, jolting me out of my small piece of bliss.

“Meat’s ready,” Zak says curtly as he bolts for the kitchen.

Adrian’s hot fingers disappear. I groan from the loss but yelp when he gently swats my ass again. “Git.”

I thought my heart was pounding getting caught kissing Zak—now I’m lightheaded from my heart racing from testing things with the twins, from Adrian getting kinky with me in front of his brother.

Hands grip my arms and steady me when I step up from the pool and nearly trip over myself. “You okay?”

I try to play it off. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Dree kisses my temple. “Go sit. I’ll make you a plate.”

I start to reach for my clothes, but a tattooed hand grabs them and snatches them away. “Hey!”

Adrian gives a menacing half-smile as he tucks my clothes under his arm and walks backward toward the door. “La princesa mala doesn’t get to wear clothes at the dinner table. Now sit your ass down.”

My jaw drops as he waltzes inside the house with my clothes. The throbbing pins and needles in my butt cheek where he swatted me continue to pulsate and worsen when I sit down.

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