Page 91 of Their Greatest Strength

I’m barely used to one finger when another pushes inside. I hold his shoulder, nodding when he pauses, seeming to realize the same thing.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m good,” I whimper.

He releases a choked-off noise and pushes them the rest of the way in. “Yeah, you are. You’re doing so good, baby. Letting me stretch this tight pussy around my fingers.”

They part inside of me, forcing me to stretch wider beforethey’re retreating. Jamie keeps his tempo quick but controlled as he glides them back inside and brings his thumb to my clit.

I cry out, and he covers my mouth with his palm, a smug smile curling his lips. I bare my teeth, but he can’t see.

“Shh, Bandit. Your brother is upstairs,” he soothes, petting my pussy in slow, taunting strokes.

His warning falls on deaf ears, so he keeps his hand in place while thrusting his fingers and curling them deep. I’ve lost this game of ourssobadly. He’ll never let me live it down, but at least I’ll get something out of it. I’ll make sure it’s worth the defeat.

It’s been so long since I’ve had a man’s hands on me, let alone between my legs, that I’m already bordering on an orgasm. With every roll of his thumb around my clit and piston of his fingers inside my pussy, I’m teetering over the line. One last shove and I’ll topple.

“Shit, Blakely. If you squeeze me any tighter, I won’t be able to get my fingers out,” he groans.

I try to speak, but my words are muffled.

A dirty laugh fans over my nose. “You wouldn’t mind that, would you, filthy girl? Having my fingers stroking this pussy day in and day out? I could settle for that life.”

He picks up speed, making me gush all over his knuckles, the sounds of his thrusts echoing through the kitchen. I hold my breath and tense up seconds before pleasure explodes in my groin and shoots through my limbs.

“Fuck. That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he coaxes.

Lungs screaming, I drop my head and ride his fingers where they remain buried deep, waiting for my comedown.

By the time I’m fully conscious again, he’s pulling them free and bringing his hand to rest at his side. My immediate reaction to all of this is to lean forward against his chest and catch my breath, hoping he’ll wrap me in his arms.

The second . . . the second is the stronger of the two. It’s the one that sets me into motion.

Stiffening, I let go of him and slip my dress back down overmy thighs. Embarrassment is hot and heavy in my chest, taking complete control of my thoughts and actions.

“Guess that means you win,” I ramble, sliding off the counter and facing the opposite side of the room so he can’t see how hot my cheeks are burning.

You’re a desperate fool, Blakely.

My embarrassment takes a dive into mortification, and I immediately make a beeline for the exit. Jamie doesn’t follow me, and I blow out a grateful breath.

He won, after all.

Why would he chase me?

27

JAMIE

My dick’sstill harder than a steel pipe when I open the door for the delivery guy and take the bag of Mexican food to the kitchen. It’s been half an hour since Blakely ran upstairs, and besides the creaking of the floors above me, I haven’t heard a peep.

After dropping the bag onto the counter opposite to the one I finger fucked my wife on top of, I sort out the food on three plates.

Nate’s yet to come downstairs again, but he seemed fine before disappearing. Tired and overwhelmed, sure. My family is a lot for anyone to handle, and even if there wasn’t a long reception, the ceremony was still busy. The media circus outside didn’t help, I’m sure.

The kid handled the cameras well. He stopped flinching at the flashes after the first few and even smiled a couple of times on the way to the SUV. Questions were thrown at all of us, and he did exactly as we were instructed by Sadie before the wedding and didn’t answer any of them.

I take two of the plates in my hands and head upstairs. Nate’s room is the first door at the top of the stairs, and with the door closed, I hesitate to knock.

Concerned with the lack of food he’s eaten today, I push forward and rap my knuckles against the door. There’s movement on the other side of it immediately before it’s pulled open.

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