Page 66 of Stepbrothers

“It seems only fair.” She ran her finger from Parker’s cheek, down his neck to his collar, the first button of which was undone. “I get punished for bad behavior and rewarded for good, isn’t that how this works?” She barely recognized her own voice it was so deep and husky.

Damn, she was turned on.

“And you have been a very good girl,” Parker said, dipping his head to kiss her, just lightly, almost teasingly.

“I have.” She was slightly breathless. Her panties were dampening. “Very good.”

“Which means.” Hugh stooped to speak against her ear. “You will be recompensed, to encourage good behavior going forward.”

“Okay.” She nodded and fluttered her eyes closed.

“You want to please your brothers, don’t you?” Hugh murmured.

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

“And we want to please you.”

Suddenly, she was in Parker’s arms. He’d lifted her straight up and was striding toward the bedroom.

“This is what I wanted to do last night,” he said. “It took a hell of a lot of willpower to do a rain check.”

“As long as it wasn’t cancelled.” She locked her fingers at his nape.

“Definitely not cancelled.” He kicked open the door to Trig’s room and stepped inside.

“And now we have Hugh with us.” She glanced at him.

“To ensure total satisfaction,” Hugh said. He peeled off his t-shirt in one fast, efficient movement. His expression holding sheer determination.

And then she was on the bed, Parker over her, kissing her.

She kissed him back, their tongues tangling.

Both men’s hands were everywhere. Unfastening, untucking, sliding and removing. With what seemed like barely any effort, she was naked. Cool air washed over her hot skin.

“Ah fuck,” Parker said, studying her breasts. “You really are beautiful.” He cupped the underside of her left breast and stroked his thumb over her taut nipple.

A gasp caught in her throat, and she pressed her thighs together. Her pussy was quivering and her flesh hypersensitive.

“So sweet.” Hugh ducked to take her right nipple into his mouth.

She moaned and closed her eyes, arching her back and running her hand into his hair. “Oh, yes…please, like that.”

“You’ll get everything you deserve,” Parker said, shoving at his pants. “Everything and more.” He discarded his shirt.

Hugh’s hot, wet mouth suckled on her nipple. His teeth caught the tip, and she curled her toes, enjoying the stimulation that was on the edge of comfortable.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Only good pain tonight.”

“I don’t want pain.”

“There’s always some, after all, the French believe an orgasm is a tiny death, and with death there is always pain.” Hugh was naked, and he rested one leg over hers, urging her thighs to part. “But I promise, you’ll love every moment of your reward.”

“I hope so.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed her and slid his fingertips up her inner thigh.

Parker’s fingers were there, too, stroking, exploring, and within seconds, both men were fingering her pussy lips, caressing her clit, and someone slid a finger into her entrance.

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