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Jasper steps forward, and I can practically feel him itching to fight me. But not with fists. No—he wants to win her in the only way that counts.
She shifts on my lap, her bare legs trembling.
“You want her to get out, Reign?” I say, loud enough for him to hear. “Come in here and take her.”
His eyes snap to mine like daggers.
I kiss her shoulder slowly, to make a point. “’Cause she’s warm, wet, and not going anywhere.”
Sawyer sucks in a breath like she might explode.
So might I.
Chapter 20
SAWYER
“You want her to get out, Reign?” Riot’s voice is a threat behind me, his arms tight around my waist like he’s grounding me. “Then come in here and take her.”
I feel the dare vibrating within him—the tension in his body. I don’t even have to turn; I know he’s smirking, just begging for Jasper to make a move.
Jasper doesn’t move for a minute, then he starts kicking off his shoes. I barely have time to draw breath before he peels off his shirt, every muscle flexing, and steps straight into the water. He doesn’t even bother to take off his shorts, and the whole time, he never takes his eyes off me.
“Jasper—” I start, but my voice dies in my throat as he wades in, every ripple he makes charging the surrounding air. His gaze is hot, black with need and challenge.
Riot’s fingers dig into my hips a little harder, holding me in his lap, my back to his chest, every inch of me aware of just how hard he is against me. His chin is on my shoulder, but his eyes are on Jasper.
Jasper comes right to us—right to me. The water barely cools the fire between us as he stands in front of me, chest slick, hair wild, gaze dropping to where my body is tangled with Riot’s.
“If you want to keep her in your lap,” Jasper says, “you better be ready to share.”
His hand slips beneath the water, and I gasp, body going taut as his fingers trace up the inside of my thigh, slow and teasing.
Riot letsout a shaky, heated breath right in my ear. “I didn’t say I wasn’t. You’re the stingy one.”
Jasper’s mouth curls into the cruelest, sexiest smirk. Then he grabs the back of my neck, wet fingers tangling in my hair, and kisses me. It’s possessive. Dominant. And, holy hell, itburns.
I melt, whimpering into his mouth as Riot’s hands never leave me. They roam, squeezing my hips, trailing up my ribs. Then he grinds up into me, letting me know that he’s unbothered by whatever is about to take place.
Jasper breaks the kiss, his forehead pressed to mine, breath ragged. His eyes flick to Riot, his voice dangerous. “You gonna let me make her cum like this, Riot?”
Riot’s teeth graze my shoulder. “Only if she asks real nice.”
My whole body isbuzzing.
The water clings to my skin, heat pulsing between my thighs from where Riot is hard beneath me, and Jasper’s fingers are teasing higher, brushing the edge of my bikini bottoms under the surface like a warning.
“You gonna beg, Hellcat?” Riot murmurs into my ear, his lips brushing the shell. “Tell me you want it. Tell us.”
“I…please.” My voice cracks, breathless, because Jasper’s fingers slip under the fabric, and it takes everything in me not to cry out.
“She’s not saying no,” Jasper says, voice rough and dark. "I don’t even think she wants the choice. Is that right, baby? You want me to take control and not give you a choice?”
“She’s trembling,” Riot answers with a low, filthy laugh. “She’s about to come apart just from what you’re saying. She wants it, Reign.”
“I could make her beg,” Jasper says, hand sliding higher, thumb pressing right where I need him.
“I could make her scream,” Riot growls, squeezing my hips, holding me in place.
