Page 26 of Better Watch Out

“Fuck you.” My reaction is immediate, and I don’t think about the words before they spill from my lips. I swear I can hear Boone snicker, and I feel him shift on my calves as Fletcher’s hand pauses.

“I could say I’m disappointed that you don’t learn your lesson quickly,” he tells me after a few moments of tense silence. “But that would be a lie. I love that about you. I think I’d be less interested if you caved too fast.”

“Are you interested enough to—” He hits me again, this time on my thigh, then does the same to the other one. He doesn’t bother to pause in between hits, and I bite my lip, wanting to keep quiet to deny him the satisfaction of my noises.

“Look at you trying to hold out on me.” He clearly knows what I’m doing, and runs his hand up my spine. “Aren’t you just a precocious little thing?” When he moves his hand back down I tense, but he doesn’t stop at my ass this time. Instead he keeps going, until he’s cupping my folds against his palm, and when he taps his fingers against my slit, it dawns on me what he’s going to do.

“N-no!” I protest, twisting my arms in Boone’s grip. “Fletcher don’t—” He doesn’t listen. Not that I can be surprised. He doesn’t hit me nearly as hard, but he does spank my pussy hard enough to make me howl with pain, back arching when he does it again. The tears prickling at my eyes finally break free, and I can’t keep still as he does it again andagain.

As tears soak into his sweatpants I try to form the wordsstopandpleaseover and over again, only to lose them in wordless whimpers and cries whenever his hand connects with my folds. Finally, though, by the time I can’t hold myself up and I’m a sobbing, trembling mess on Fletcher’s lap, hefinallystops, and presses his palm against my body.

“Something you want to say to me?” His voice is mild, and I hear Boone huff in amusement, his hand coming up to stroke over my hip almost comfortingly. But that makes me flinch as well, from anticipation and the way my skin burns under any touch right now.

“Please,pleasestop,” I pant. “I’ll say whatever you want, I just—please Fletcher.” I can’t bring myself to care that I’m crying, soaking the leg of his pants as my body burns and stings with the heat from his punishment.

“Good girl.” Boone’s hands release me and he moves, shifting on the bed and pulling me with him. It’s easy for him to shove me down on my stomach once more, though this time my face hits one of their pillows. Breathing in deeply doesn’t help me figure out whose, as their scents are so intermingled that everything in here smells like both of them.

“Please don’t do it again.” I try to curl my knees up under me, the feeling of being so incredibly vulnerable hitting me yet again. “Just let me go to my room, okay? I promise I’ll stop being immature or whatever.” Hell, I’m ready to say anything right now in order to crawl back downstairs and climb into my bed.

Where I’ll clearly stay until I can leave, get a flight home, change my name, and move to Morocco.

“Let you go to your room?” Boone repeats, and I flinch when he smooths a hand down my calf, encircling my ankle with his fingers. “Why? If you want to sleep, snow bunny, you can do it right here where you belong. You don’t need to go anywhere. Youaren’tgoing anywhere,” he corrects, a hint of possessiveness in his voice.

My head is spinning and my skin still on fire, but I don’t answer him. I can’t answer him, when I’m much too focused on the incredibly embarrassing fact that’s slowly making itself known in my head.

I’m turned on by this.

At least somewhat, I realize, as my pussy aches and I get the sudden urge to grind down against the bed. I won’t admit it, and I figure as long as I just lay here and beg to go back to my room, they won’t realize it either. After all, what kind of psycho gets wet from this, when it’s from her two least favorite people in the entire world?

Me, apparently.

“Can I play with her now?” Boone asks, and I open my eyes, body tensing at the expectation of him dragging me over his lap to do this again. Or worse, though I don’t know what worse could mean.

“You can play nicely with her. She deserves the nap she’s been craving since we left the trail.” Fletcher reaches out and drags his fingers through my hair, prompting me to turn and look at him through narrowed eyes. It isn’t a true glare, I don’t have the courage for that. But he arches a brow at me anyway, a small smile on his lips. “Try me,” he invites. “Go on. Make it worse for yourself.”

But I don’t rise to his invitation. Instead I groan, burying my face in the pillow. “Can I have my clothes back now?” I mutter against the fabric of the pillowcase. “If you’re done?”

“Poor thing.” Boone flips me onto my back, and I stare up at the ceiling that spins across my vision before glaring up at him. “Poor little snow bunny.” Before I can stop him he’s settled between my thighs, not letting me press my knees together. “I’ll let you have your shirt, I promise, babe,” he agrees sweetly. “All I want is…” he trails off when he brushes his fingers against my slit, and I groan, covering my eyes with my arm when I see the beginnings of his grin.

It’s impossible to stay still as he slides his fingers between my folds, the burn of my overheated, abused skin making it hard to get comfortable. “Don’t,” I murmur, though it comes out as a plea instead of a demand.

“Well, well,well.” Fuck, he totally knows. “Fletcher, I think you have a problem.”

Opening my eyes, I find that Fletcher has paused in removing his shirt, eyeing Boone with confusion.

“Don’t,” I say again, but I’m only met with Boone’s wolfish smirk.

“I don’t think your punishment was enough of one to stick.” He suddenly shoves two fingers into me, pulling a yelp from my throat, and thrusts them in and out before pulling them free and holding them up in front of his face to prove his point.

My face burns in humiliation and I moan, trying and failing to press my thighs together.

“Seeing as her pussy is soaking wet.” When I do open my eyes to glare at him for his words, it’s to see him shove his fingers between his lips, then take his time licking them clean, perfectly aware of how Fletcher and I are unable to look away with him.

It really shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

When he does drop his hand, Fletcher leans in without a word, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Boone’s brown hair. Silently he yanks him forward, growling and nipping at his lower lip until Boone acquiesces with a purr and opens his mouth for the blond.

This is definitely hotter, though I wouldn’t mind a repeat of either show. Fletcher licks into Boone’s mouth, like he’s chasing any hint of the taste of my arousal. There’s something incredibly possessive about it, and almost territorial. Like it’s Fletcher’srightto taste me in Boone’s mouth.

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