On instinct, I reach between my legs, finding their combined release leaking from inside me. It’s warm and sticky, coating my fingers. Both men rise onto their elbows, hands easing my knees wide, spreading me open so they can look.
“Fuck, Jo. Look at your sweet pussy, leaking and messy.”
“That’s so fucking hot,” Wade growls replacing my fingers with his, forcing the spilled fluids back inside me.
“You’re ours now,” Caleb murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear in a way that makes me shiver. “Full of our seed.”
“One day…” Wade brings his slick fingers to my lips sliding them over my tongue. “One day, pretty girl, when you’ve taken that IUD out, we’re gonna fuck you and breed you until you’re full and round with our child.”
Heat floods me, but so does self-consciousness. I swallow before admitting, “I’m already full and round.”
Wade's reaction is immediate and fierce. “Hell, Joelle. All you have to do is walk past me and I’m done for. All these curves, all this sweetness… makes me lose my damned mind.”
Caleb runs his hand up my thigh. “Look at me,” he murmurs.
I do.
“You’re so soft and perfect. These curves…” He cups my hip, thumb stroking. “They make me hungry… greedy. Make me want to keep you right here in this bed, naked and ready.”
Wade turns my face, gripping my chin. “Not a damnthing about you is too much, Joelle. Not your curves. Not your strength. Not your sweetness. You reckon we want some small, fragile thing we could break with a breath?” He shakes his head, eyes dark and firm. “Hell no. We want you. All of you.”
“Sweetheart,” Caleb murmurs. “Don’t ever doubt that you’re the best thing to ever happen to us and this ranch.”
And with that sweet declaration, the last of my worries fall away.
Chapter 20
Caleb
Over breakfast, Wade hands me the keys to the truck and nods toward Joelle.
“Take her into town. Let her pick out what she wants. And take the list.”
He sets a folded slip of paper beside her bowl as if this is something we do every day, as if sending her off with one of us is the most natural thing in the world.
Joelle blinks at it, cheeks going pink. “I don’t need anything,” she says softly. “And I have to make lunch.”
Wade arches a brow, his voice serious even though his mouth twitches with a half-smile. “You’re wearin’ my shirt.”
Her hands fly to the hem like she forgot she didn’t put on her own clothes this morning. And hell, she looks good in that shirt. Too good. My stomach drops at the memory of pulling a shirt like that over her head last night, her sultry smile, and the way she curled between us afterward.
“Not that I mind,” Wade adds, leaning back in his chair,crossing his arms and settling in to watch her reaction. “You look hot as fuck wrapped in my shirt. But get some dresses. Some comfortable day things. I don’t know what women wear, or what they’ve got in the general store, but there’s gotta be clothes that are more form-fitting than my giant old t-shirt.”
Joelle looks at him like he’s speaking a foreign language. Like she can’t believe he wants her to have nice things that are hers alone. Then her gaze shifts to me, brown eyes unsure. And damn, it shoots straight through my chest. She’s asking a silent question.Is this okay?
My throat works around a swallow. “Yeah,” I say, clearing it lightly. “We’ll find you what you need.”
Wade stretches his legs out under the table, the picture of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing. “You two head out as soon as you finish eatin’. I’ll get started in the south pasture.”
There’s a generosity in the act that most wouldn’t catch. But I do. He’s giving me time with Joelle and considering what we both want—that selflessness is important.
I nod at him, a silent thank-you my twin brother will understand.
Joelle tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t even know what I’d get,” she murmurs. “I haven’t bought myself clothes in a long time.”
How long has she gone without? How many years has she spent putting herself last?
“If you want help, I’ll be right there.”
