Page 128 of Stepbrothers

He soaped around her neck and over her breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples. “We pushed you to the edge in there.”

“I know.”

“You handled it well.”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“You always have a choice. You just say no. No to it all.”

For a moment she was quiet, then, “I didn’t want to say no. Not really. I wanted it, all of it.”

“Including the spanking?”

She hesitated. “Maybe I did.”

“Because it turns you on?”

“It turned you on, Trig, you wanted me to do something wrong so you could redden my ass, the same way Parker and Hugh look for reasons to bend me over their knee.”

He laughed softly. “We’re kinky, right?”

“Right.”

He kissed the top of her head and his hands went lower, spreading suds over her pubic hair. “We knew you wanted us to push you, your body told us you did.”

“The vibe…that was intense, though, after the first time.”

“Being forced to orgasm is always going to come with some discomfort, but well worth it, or so I’m told.”

Of course he’d done this kind of thing with other women. He’d been like her, flitting from one bed to the next, having fun, seeking pleasure in new ways. Did it bother her? No. Not really. As long as he only did it with her from now on.

She turned within his arms, and he set about soaping her tender ass cheeks.

“Trig.”

“Yeah?” Water dripped from his eyebrows, nose, and chin.

“Will it really be enough?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sharing me? Hugh and Parker seem so…accustomed to it, like it’s a very natural thing for them to do, but—”

“I just had to prize you out of Parker’s arms to be allowed to care for you.” He huffed. “And yesterday, I genuinely thought he was going to thump me after I told him we’d fucked. I’m not sure how natural sharing with me is for him.”

“I guess he does have his moments.”

He laughed softly again. “But I know what you mean. I haven’t been in a three…four-way relationship before. Neither have you, though.”

“I’m the one being shared, and I get the feeling I’m always going to be busy and satisfied. You, on the other hand…”

“Have a head-fuck of a job, and for the record, hooking up with random strangers, beautiful though some of them were, especially the last wildcat I spent the night with,” he kissed her, “was getting old. I want some stability, some kind of relationship, even if it isn’t conventional.”

“So you won’t get bored and hook up when you’re away…or when you’re back in London for that matter?”

“No.” He frowned. “Don’t even think that. I want you. I have since that night. There’s only been you since then in reality, and in my fantasies when jerking off.” He paused, grinned. “I only want you going forward.” He kissed her, and it was the most tender kiss he’d ever given her.

Feeling suddenly exhausted, she sighed and sagged against him. Everything felt so right in her world.

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