Page 134 of Savage Reign

Before I could say anything, Maverick wrapped his arm around my middle and pulled me onto his lap. I made an embarrassing high-pitched sound, trying to adjust myself in a way that I wouldn’t fall off his lap, but also that the plug wasn’t noticeable.

We faced each other.

He wrapped one hand around my biceps, and used his other to run up and down my side, stopping when he got to my neck. We didn’t say anything as he loosely curved that hand around my neck.

“Hi,” I said softly, trying to ease away the awkward silence that followed—or, at least, awkward for me.

His lips quirked up. “Hi. Is there something you want to tell me?”

“What makes you think there is something I want to tell you?”

One eyebrow rose. “Maybe because you’ve been acting strangely since the moment you walked into my office.”

“What if I just missed you?”

Something soft moved in his eyes, and I found myself completely obsessed with his expression.

Aside from the brothers, no one had ever looked at me like that. With any significance. Like I mattered. And after nearly twenty-five years of going without, I wasstarvingfor it.

I cupped his cheek.

He turned his head to the side and kissed the inside of my palm. “I missed you too. Now, why don’t you tell me what this is really about?”

Oh, he was sweet. And how I hated to ruin such a sweet moment with something so…vulgar.

I pouted. “Killian’s being mean to me.”

He grinned. “And how is he being mean to my baby? Did he fuck you too hard by the pool?” The hand that was curving around my neck moved down and played with my breast.

My breath caught, and I shook my head.

“No? Then tell me, little monster. How is my brother being mean to you?”

I opened my mouth but couldn’t get the words out. Fuck.

His grin went up a notch. He was enjoying this.

I squirmed on his lap, but that only pressed the plug against his hard thighs in the worst way possible.

I fell forward until my forehead was pressed up against his chest.

“Baby?”

“I need you,” I said, my words ending on a small whimper.

“Yeah?” he asked darkly. “How do you need me?”

“Please, Maverick,” I said, pressing down on him.

He tugged on my hair until I was looking at him. I was sure my eyes held my desire for him.

The dress I wore had ridden up my thighs now, and Maverick looked down, taking in all the expanse of my exposed skin.

He wrapped one huge hand on my thigh. The other, he used to pull my dress up, revealing the pink panties Killian had put on me, further up to the expanse of my tummy, up still, until thebottom swell of my breasts came into view, until finally, he had the skimpy dress pulled off me.

He threw it on the floor, out of reach from me. I fought against the urge to cover myself. Instead, I straightened, sitting high and proud on his lap, like my own throne, where I reigned over him. Him and his brother.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growled, bending over and taking the aching peak of my nipple into his mouth. I arched toward him, my fingers running through the strands of his hair.

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