Page 42 of They All Own Me

"Good job," she'd whisper, her voice thick with desire. "Now let me reward you."

I groan, the thought of her rewarding me building my climax. She'd drop to her knees right there, not caring who might see. Her hands would work their magic, teasing and stroking until Icouldn't take it anymore. Dom and Connor watching from afar, jealous as fuck that she's on her knees for me.

The water runs hotter as my strokes become more desperate. My grip tightens as I imagine her mouth on me again, that perfect combination of soft and demanding.

"Fuck," I say louder this time, my release imminent.

Her image is clear in my mind – those green eyes locked on mine as she takes all of me in. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can almost feel her warmth around me.

"Mmm, fuck, Tatum!" My climax hits hard and fast, my body tensing as pleasure courses through me. The steam swirls around as I lean against the tile for support, riding out the waves of ecstasy.

Finally spent, I stand there for a moment, catching my breath. The water washes away the evidence of my release, but the thought of Tatum lingers.

This woman... she's something else entirely. And maybe she's exactly what I've been missing all along.

With a deep breath, I turn off the water and step out of the shower. Time to get dressed and face whatever's next – because with her around, things are bound to get interesting.

Chapter 24

Tatum

I platethe food as footsteps echo down the stairs. My breath catches in my throat as they enter the kitchen in casual wear - a far cry from their earlier blood-spattered appearance. The soft cotton of their t-shirts clings to their still-damp skin, and low-slung sweatpants reveal hints of defined muscle.

I set the plates down, my hands trembling slightly as I try to focus on the task rather than how they each affect me differently.

Dom takes his seat at the head of the table, radiating that natural authority that makes my stomach flip. The way he carries himself, like he owns every room he walks into, reminds me of a prowling tiger.

"This smells incredible," Isaac says, sliding into his chair with that easy grace of his. His gentle giant demeanor contrasts beautifully with his imposing, tattooed frame. I imagine that underneath it all, is a force to be reckoned with.

Connor's fingers brush mine as I hand him his plate. The contact sends electricity through my skin. "Thanks, Tate." His playful smirk and those mischievous eyes make heat pool in my core.

"Oh so we're on a pet name basis now, skater boy?" I say with a wink.

"Well… we we're… until you compared me to an Avril Lavigne song…" he says with a smirk.

"Hey, she is a bad ass. Got me through some troubling times as a teenager." I don't miss his sly smile.

"Hope you like chicken marsala," I manage to say, proud that my voice stays steady. "It's one of my specialties."

"Anything beats protein shakes and takeout," Dom says, his deep voice doing things to me I'd rather not analyze.

I take my seat, hyper-aware of being surrounded by them. The domesticity of sharing a meal with these dangerous men feels surreal. And thrilling.

"So what's the verdict on giving your chef an extended holiday?" I ask, desperate to distract myself from how good they all look in casual clothes.

Isaac chuckles. "After this? He's definitely getting vacation time."

"Careful," Connor teases, "or we might decide to keep you around after this whole thing is over."

The thought sends a shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with fear.

"So, how was your day?" Dom asks between bites. "Must've been boring stuck here alone."

The question catches me off guard, my fork hovering midway to my mouth. When was the last time anyone asked about my day? Thomas barely acknowledges my existence unless he needs something or wants to criticize me.

"I..." My throat tightens. "It was nice, actually. I swam, read a book from your library - hope that was okay - and then cooked. It's been ages since I've had a day to myself without..." I trail off, not wanting to sound pathetic.

"Without your husband breathing down your neck?" Connor finishes, his piercing gaze meeting mine across the table.

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