Page 27 of Better Watch Out

Seeing them like this reminds me of why I had so much trouble sleeping without having questionable dreams in the weeks after I caught them together in their room years ago.

“It’s not what you think,” I protest, but both of them look at me, Boone’s head tilting to the side, making it very clear that they don’t believe me.

“Princess, there’s no way to deny it.” Fletcher laughs, crawling over me until he can stare down at me. Boone growls, the sound more predatory than I expect, and flops down beside me, as if he can’t stand for Fletcher to be close and for him to be further away.

“You said I could play with her when you were done,” Boone says reproachfully, earning a glance from Fletcher, who sighs.

“I know I did. You’re right. I just didn’t think…” Again he gazes down at me, thoughtful. “You’re tired,” he observes. “And you’re sore. You’re embarrassed and humiliated and?—”

“I really don’t need you to list everything I’m feeling right now,” I interrupt, ignoring the way Boone snorts beside me. “I’m actually pretty in tune with my feelings, thanks.” I squirm under Fletcher, not quite brave enough to glare at him.

“You’re tired,” he says again, reaching up to tuck my hair sweetly behind my ear. “And I feel like being nice. Maybe I’m tired, too.” If he is, he doesn’t look it. “And I won’t be a liar.So you can play with her, Boone. But don’t take too long. She deserves a nap.”

The way he talks about me, like he can justdecidewhat’s going to happen to my body, makes a prickle of something go down my spine. I want to argue as he sits up and rolls to his feet. But in a flurry of motion, Boone has yanked me onto my side and against him, his chest pressed flush to my back.

“Turn your head for me, snow bunny,” he murmurs, sitting up on one elbow. I find myself doing what he says, my curiosity winning out, and I’m caught off guard when Boone leans down to brush his lips to mine.

“You took that so prettily. You looked so good writhing while I held you down on his lap.” He settles back down, keeping me flush against him with an arm around my shoulders. “You know what I want to see next?”

I’m too exhausted, physically and mentally, to come up with a convincing insult, so I just glare at him and wonder if I could taste Fletcher on his lips if I tried hard enough.

“I want to put you on your knees and grip your hair.” He reaches up to do just that, tugging on the damp strands. “And hold you there while Fletcher fucks your face. What do you think, Con?” He releases my hair and wastes no time in reaching between my thighs, fingers brushing over my folds.

“I think we all need therapy. Did you know we’re siblings?” I ask in a low, dry voice. “Some people would have an unfriendly name for whatever this is.”

“Step-siblings and adopted brothers,” Fletcher corrects, coming back to the bed. His shirt is gone, and he lays down on his side to face me, not touching me but his blue eyes are bright. “You don’t mind if I watch, do youbrother?” he asks pointedly, obviously just trying to make a point with me.

“Not at all, brother dear.” Boone chuckles. He presses two fingers into me again, drawing an instinctive sigh from mythroat. “Her pussy is mine right now, but I’m willing to share the rest of her if you want to do more than watch.”

“So generous.” At Boone’s invitation, Fletcher moves closer to me, grabbing my wrists when I reach up as if to stop him. Though really, I’m not sure if I was going to push him away or press my hands to his broad, smooth chest that’s just begging for me to run my nails down it.

God, I have a problem.

My surprised gasp is an invitation for Fletcher to kiss me, and he laps over my lower lip without the expectation for more. When I open my mouth on another gasp, however, he takes that as permission to deepen the kiss while Boone fingers me, adding another finger with his thumb on my clit and continuing until I’m a whimpering mess, the sounds being swallowed greedily by Fletch.

“You taste good,” he purrs against my lips. “Come on, Boone. She’s so close.”

“It’s because of your punishment.” Boone laughs harshly, his lips against my throat. He nips at the skin there, biting down and sucking at my skin hard. It’s going to leave a mark, I know it is. But I can’t find it in myself to protest.

Hell, at this point it feels like I’m just along for the ride.

In no time, I’m panting and writhing between them, my hands still held captive. Whenever I open my mouth some embarrassing noise comes out, and by the time I’m trying to tell them I’m about to come, Fletcher’s mouth finds mine again.

Like he justknows.

And maybe he does. Boone shoves a fourth finger into me, scissoring them and forcing my body to accommodate them. His thumb swirls against my clit, and suddenly Fletcher’s hand is there as well, fingers sliding in beside Boone’s and his thumb working alongside his.

It’s too much.

Waytoo much. My hips jerk against their movements and I cry out once, then again, the sounds being swallowed by Fletcher while Boone growls filthy encouragements in my ear.

“Come for us, snow bunny,” he purrs, nipping at my ear. “Come all over my hand so Fletcher can lick it off.Fuck, you’ll taste so good when I lick you out of his mouth. Come on, gorgeous girl. Perfect little thing.” He just keeps going, each promise dirtier than the last as my head spins and I gasp one last time into Fletcher’s mouth before my orgasm hits.

And it hitshard.My head spins, and I jerk my chin back to lean against Boone before Fletcher drags me back in for a kiss. They finger me through my release, dragging it out as I try to come to terms with the fact thatbothof them have their fingers in my cunt.

I’ve never imagined anything like this.

Which is saying something, given the things I have dreamed about when it comes to them.

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