Page 230 of Bad for Me

“Well Christ, baby girl, things will go to hell in a handbasket if you think shit like that. Give the hamster wheel in your brain a break. You need clothes, we got you clothes.It’s that simple.”

She crosses her arms, the way she used to when we were kids. “I am not wearing a single thing from that closet?—“

“Just wear the damn dress and stop acting like a crazy woman! We have to be there in an hour!” I shout, losing my patience with her.

I’d say Wisteria is as stubborn as a mule, but she makes mules want to come to the bargaining table.

We argue, yelling at each other until she starts laughing like a lunatic.

“What’s going on? I can hear you two hollering from downstairs,” Colin asks as he stands in the doorway. “We have to meet Jude in an hour.”

“She won’t wear anything we bought her because she thinks it makes her a sugar baby—it’s ridiculous.” And it is.

“Wisteria Jean, you’re not a sugar baby or a gold digger or any variation because we bought you clothes after we practically abducted you from your home,” Colin explains to her, in his calm tone.

He always had a way of taming her when she was being unreasonable.

“Youdidabduct me,” she huffs.

“You’re back home, after being gone for so long.” He wraps his arms around her and kisses her forehead. “Why not let us welcome you home the right way? We want you to be comfortable, so we designed a beautiful suite for you to stay in, so you’d feel at home. The clothes are the same thing—our way of making you feel at home.”

“Wait, you guys made that room just for me? I thought it was a guest room?”

“It was, but once we planned to bring you home, we spent a couple weeks customizing it for you. We brought in those bookshelves and updated the bathroom. Painted the walls. We wanted you to feel like you belonged here,” I admit.

Her lips pout as she mulls it over, and I hold my breath. I really hope Colin can work his magic right now, because I’m an inch away from forcing her into the dress and dragging her there.

She exhales a sigh, then takes the hanger from me. “I guess it’s okay.”

She goes back into her walk-in closet and opens up the tall chest of drawers, picking a high waisted pair of red lace panties and a matching bra. After she takes her clothes off and throws them in the hamper, she holds the bra in her hands. Her fingers run over the material and she smiles.

“This lace is so soft,” she breathes.

Wisteria’s body is a feast for my ravenous eyes. Ample, perky tits I want to suffocate me. Creamy, thick thighs. An ass that can stop traffic. Is her pale skin just as soft? Before I can stop myself, I move behind her, running my hand up her hip and grabbing her waist.

“So are you,” I rasp in her ear. I lick the shell and nibble at it, and she melts into me.

I grind myself into her, kissing my way down her neck as I run my hands to her ass. My fingers graze in between her asscheeks and it takes all my self control not to start something I can’t finish. We have to meet Jude at the gathering house in an hour.

Colin steps in front of her, trapping her in between us. His hands run up her collarbone, then her neck. He cups her face and brings their lips together in a slow, searing kiss. I see her hooded lids, her gaze dopey and wanting in the mirror. My fingers go lower, until they swirl in her wetness.

She’s so wet… My baby girl is a filthy, dripping mess, just for us.

“Please,” she begs.

“No,” I tease her by running my finger over her clit.

She whines into Colin’s mouth as he kisses her again, this time weaving his fingers through her hair. He wraps it around his fist tugging her back when she tries to break away. As I torturously drag my fingers over her clit, I feel her need bubbling inside her, rising to the boiling point. She’s a kettle on the brink of whistling.

Colin finally breaks their kiss, leaning over her head to kiss me. His kisses are always all-consuming, but this kiss is downright filthy and promises something wicked. It’s a silent whisper of his innate, feral need to dominate her. I may be the happy-go-lucky one of the group, but I’m always down for one of Colin’s games with Wisteria.It’ll be just like old times.

“Cain, how much did you argue with Wisteria Jean about the clothes?” he asks.

“She was pretty stubborn,” I answer.

“And did she thank you for taking time out of your day to shop for her, especially when she couldn’t? You put a lot of time and effort into picking out some nice things…”

“No,” I shake my head.

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