Page 130 of Double Bucked

Everett, not comprehending, adds, “Clorox bleach wipes disinfect the ear pods without damaging the material.”

“White noise,” Ransom says, plucking them out. “Final answer.”

As I rub moisturize up my calf, suddenly, Everett’s hand launches out and catches my wrist, halting me. I blink at him.

“Don’t do that.” His eyes are dark. “Let me.”

He shifts his long limbs to reach over and snatch the tub of moisturizer from the bedside table. He sets it down beside him instead. He grips the backs of my legs and pulls me across the bed effortlessly, guiding my legs into his lap.

He doesn’t give me a choice, not really. He’s going to take care of me, whether I want him to or not.

And this is Everett in his element.

Making sure everyone gets enough to eat.

Making sure everyone gets a good night’s sleep.

Making sure everyone is cared for.

His dominant, disciplined affection is what drew me to him in the first place. I’ve been too angry to see straight these past few days. But I remember it now—why I fell in love with him in the first place, no, why I love him now—and my heart goes warm and soft in my chest.

Everett scoops two fingers in the moisturizer. He rubs it over his palms and slides the creamy lotion over my legs. The sensation of his strong, smooth hands gliding up and down my legs makes me shiver. As if by their own accord, I feel my legs parting. Inviting.

Everett gets close, but he doesn’t take the invitation. Not yet. His hands map my inner thighs. When I look at Ransom, his gaze is lidded. He’s watching us from underneath the heavy brim of his hat with a dark look that makes my core tight with want.

I’m not the only one that notices. Everett says, “Do you like watching me take care of our girl?”

“Huh?” Ransom says, blinking as though pulling himself out of a stupor.

Everett repeats himself slowly. “Do you…” His hand moves all the way up my thigh. “…like…” His fingers press underneath the brim of my panties. “…watching me…” He finds my core and pushes my wetness around. “…take care of…” My breath catches in a moan. “…our girl?”

My heart is racing.

My cheeks feel hot, and my throat is tight. Everett is touching me. Brazenly. Right in front of Ransom.

And I’m getting off on it.

“Do you want me to stop?” Everett asks, his eyes still on the other man. Watching for his reaction. His fingers curl, nuzzling and petting me idly.

Ransom shakes his head. The way he’s looking at me…my nipples go hard and tight. “No. I want you to make her come.”

Oh fuck.

Those thick fingers push inside my tight core. A whimper escapes me before I can stop it.

“With my fingers?”

Everett is letting Ransom lead.

Key word: letting.

Both of these men are so incredibly dominant, the power play between all three of us makes me dizzy with want.

Ransom leans forward, getting a better view. His elbows rest on his knees.

I want to rake my fingers through the curly hair that races like wildfire across his broad chest. I want to lick his throat.

Instead, I twist my wanting fingers into the comforter underneath, forcing myself to stay still.

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