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“You think she’ll be okay with that?” Bear’s head tips to the side, as he considers his own question.
I wet my lips as my eyes slide to the closed bathroom door. “We just engaged in a four-way fuckfest. I think she’ll be okay with whatever at this point, don’t you?”
Mason scrubs his hand through his wild hair. “Fuck it. I’m in.” He digs into a bag, pulling out some pricy underwear, bras, and the hotter-than-sin white nightie that I’ve been dreaming of seeing Lennon in ever since I bought it—even though she’d more than likely have used it as a torture device against me until just recently. Mason is intently removing all the little tags and leaving them in a pile on the nightstand.
“The dress I want her to wear on Saturday night is in here somewhere. It’s sexy. Black. Has this amazing drape in the back.” I take a deep breath, looking around, and when I finally locate it, all I can do is shake my head in utter disbelief at how perfect the dress is for her.
Mason lets out a low whistle. “Yeah. She’s going to look so good in that.”
Eyeing me, Bear drags a few of the bags across the bed, raising a brow as he pulls out several skirts and shorts that I thought were similar in style to what she wears. He works his jaw back and forth, then finally relents. “Okay, I’m going to help, but be prepared for her reaction to go one of two ways.” He meets my gaze across the mountain of clothing now covering the bed.
My lips quirk up on one side. “And what do you think are the likely scenarios?” I would have thought I’d be embarrassed to stand here idly chatting with someone who just saw—and heard—me get railed, but it’s Bear. My friend. And he’s not acting any differently toward me than he ever has. Relief courses through me.
“She’ll either kiss you or punch you. And I guarantee you won’t like the punch.” He winks at me as he hurriedly pulls more garments from bags. “That kiss, though, that’s the real knockout.”
“You’re definitely not kidding.” I shake my head and turn around to pull the last of the bags from the box.
With all three of us working on it, we have everything put away before Lennon rejoins us. She comes out wearing nothing but a towel, a soft smile curving her lips. Her gaze bounces among the three of us, as if she can tell we were talking about her. “What’s going on?”
Before I can answer, she opens the top drawer of her dresser where she keeps her lingerie. My teeth clench together, grinding. Her movements halt, her back to us as she stares down at her newfound clothing. “What’s this?”
I glance over to Bear and Mason, both of whom put their hands up.This is all me. Got it.I step up beside her, resting my hand on her back. She peers at me from the corner of her eye, fingers clutching the towel between her breasts. Her pink tongue slides over her lower lip.
“Please accept the clothes I bought for you.” I pause to clear my throat. “Please trust that I picked them out and gave them to you because I thought you’d like them.” I grimace. “And maybe I was trying to prove I could be a good stepbrother or some shit like that. I dunno. There was something in here”—I claw at my chest, watching her, searching for some glimmer of understanding to cross her features—“I didn’t want you to think I was a complete asshole, even if that’s exactly what it seemed like.”
“That’s what youwere.”She takes several breaths, then turns her head toward me, a flicker of something I haven’t seen before in her eyes. Her lips twist as she glances into the drawer again. “You picked out everything yourself? For me?”
I nod, gesturing to the bed. “Including the dress over there that needs to be hung up.” She turns around, and Mason picks it up to show her, then walks into the bathroom with it. He comes back a moment later without it. “I put it in the closet, on the left near the door for you.”
Her breath skitters out as she looks at me again. “What if I say no, I don’t want any of it?” Her eyes dart to the drawer again for a split second. She doesn’t want to say no, she’s just afraid to admit that she’s been a tiny bit in the wrong, too—she hiked up the mound of beautiful clothing she’s been denying herself and had intended to die on that very hill.
I exhale and shake my head. “You could. But you don’t want to. And I think you’ve come to trust me… at least more than you used to.” I pluck the nightgown out to show her.
She chews on her lip and lets go of the towel. Damp, it drops to the floor at her feet. “Help me into it?”
I know I’ve already seen her naked, was just inside her not long ago, butgoddamn.I suck in a breath. “You got it.” I hold it up so she can slip it over her head.
It’s undeniably made for her, the frothy material practically floating around her. She makes my heart stop in my chest.
“I still think you’re an asshole sometimes,” she quips as she goes up on tiptoe, pressing her body against mine, her taut nipples poking my chest as she grasps the back of my neck with both hands and tugs until she can attack my mouth with hers.
Bear was right. It’s a fucking knockout from the moment she slides her tongue past my lips. This girl can make all logical thoughts fly out of my head. I thread one hand through the hair at the side of her head and tilt her to a better angle, but I’m not fooled—she’s totally in control here with the way she’s got my tongue chasing hers.
I could easily kiss her for hours, but I ease back with a small laugh. “I don’t know how I thought I could ever fucking resist you.”
She shrugs, lunging forward again and sucking my lip into her mouth for a moment, her eyes sparkling. “I don’t either.” She gives me a saucy wink, then, as she’s climbing onto the bed between Bear and Mason, ass in the air, she glances back over her shoulder. “Thanks for the clothes, Duke. I mean it.”
“You’re welcome.” As she settles in, I note that her dusky nipples are visible through the white fabric, and it sends a jolt straight to my dick. She looks so good I want to tear the damn thing right back off her. I laugh internally at myself as I join everyone on the bed. I never saw her coming. Not any of this.
I take the space at the end of the bed, lying on my side. I haven’t even gotten comfortable when I catch an odd look on Bear’s face as he grits out, “Little brawler, lemme see your hand.”
She folds them together, a funny expression cast across her face. “I’m fine.”
I’d all but forgotten she’d hauled off and punched Tucker a few hours ago. We were so consumed with making sure she didn’t walk out on us, her attack on Tucker kinda got tossed to the wayside. But now… I frown, trying to get a look at whatever Bear’s seeing from this angle.
He tilts his head to the side. “Show me.” His voice is low and demanding. Not one I’d deny if I were her, that’s for fuckin’ sure.
“Kin?” Mason questions, his brow furrowing as he shifts on the bed. “Let us see.”
