Page 77 of Backfire
“Damn, you really did a number on her.” Reese swung his hand and gave my ass a smack that made me wince and jerk closer to Devlin.
Asshole.
“She brought it on herself.” Devlin pressed his lips to my temple and growled, “You should’ve kept your mouth shut.”
My bad. Devlin was the asshole.
“Bad girl.” Reese tsked, slithering his hand between my thighs.
I tried to clamp them closed, but Devlin slapped his hand down on my knee and held my leg where it was, slung over his hip. There wasn’t a thing I could do other than whimper as Reese slid his fingers along the delicate, tender flesh of my pussy.
“Is someone a little sore?” I didn’t have to see his face to pick up on the taunt in his words.
That’s when I snapped.
“What the hell is wrong with you two!” I slapped Devlin’s arm off my leg, then shifted to glare at Reese. “You can’t just come in here and do whatever you want.”
They could find somebody else to play their sick game. I was not a toy. Why I ever felt bad for Reese was beyond me. They could both take a flying leap off a high rise. I’d even give them a ride.
And did my outburst get me anywhere? No. If anything, it set me back a few paces. The only thing I did get was a playful smirk from Reese before Devlin’s arm shot out and grabbed my neck.
“Apparently, you didn’t learn your lesson.”
Devlin’s threat should’ve scared me, and it did. But not enough to make me hand over my dignity. He could do what he wanted, spank me, beat me, or yell at me. I refused to fold.
“I am not sleeping with Reese.”
“You will fuck Reese,” Devlin hissed down at me, then looked over at Reese. “But he won’t fuck you tonight.”
Thank you.Wait…
Reese tipped a challenging brow at Devlin. “Like fuck I won’t.”
“I said no! She needs to rest.”
I kind of wanted to kiss Devlin right now.
Reese, however, wasn’t giving up. “She can take it.”
He cracked his palm off my thigh and moved the hand he had between my legs to shove a finger in my entrance. I tried to wriggle away, but I was outmatched. Between the hold Devlin had on my throat and the grip Reese had on my hip, I had no chance.
Devlin tipped his head and cocked a brow. “Do you want to wait a week to fuck her again?”
Again? What the hell did he mean, again? There would be no again.
“Fine.” Reese reluctantly agreed. “But I get to watch her come.”
Devlin nodded. “That’s fair.”
“How is that fair?” I argued.
What the hell was he talking about with this fair shit? Pretty sure I passed my quota when I thought an orgasm was going to kill me. There would be no more coming of anyone. I was done.
That thought went out the window the second Reese pumped his arm and hit some spot inside that made my toes curl.
Reese growled at my reaction and dragged his tongue over the curve of my hip. “Ooo, she liked that.”
Fuck Reese and his sexy growling.
