Page 29 of Bounty

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 herasscheeks 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.

“Hmmm,” he thinks aloud. He lets go of her hair and paces around the spacious closet. “Orgasms are for good girls, and Idon’t think we should reward her for acting that way.” He gives her a stern look, and she pouts.

“Thank you, Cain, for getting me such beautiful clothes. I’m just so overwhelmed…this isa lot,” she murmurs as she gives me her most innocent, wide-eyed face. She fiddles with the charm bracelet on her wrist, clinking them together.

I grew up with Wisteria, and I know that expression is fake. But that doesn’t make it any less potent. It doesn’t make my cock softer or the blood pounding through my veins slow down.

“Anything for you, baby girl, but don’t think that’s gonna change our minds.” She sighs, then looks at Colin again, imploring him with her saddest puppy dog eyes.

He stands next to me, leaving his hip against the dressing counter. “If you’re good tonight, maybe we can revisit this. For now, I think you need to think about the consequences of your actions.”

My cock presses to my zipper, begging to be freed. As desperate as it is to sink into Wisteria, Colin is right. She needs to learn how things are going to be. We’re going to take care of her. Protect her. And tell her no. She won’t always get her way like she used to.

Before I can sulk, he grabs my collar and pulls me in for a kiss. He nips my bottom lip before unzipping my pants and freeing me. His firm grip is enough to already have me on edge.

“Take what you need to get dressed and leave. Finish getting ready,” Colin orders her.

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