The hum is low, but the effect is immediate. Her knees buckle, and she grabs my shoulders, a soft cry escaping her lips.
“W-Wade—”
“That’s it,” I murmur, rising to pull her against me. “Feel it.”
Her nipples harden instantly, pressing through her cotton bra. I kiss along the edge, tasting her skin, and then I unsnap the cup to reveal her nipple. She’s full, heavy, and already leaking.
I suck gently, just enough to ease the pressure, not enough to empty her. Her moans break, quiet and breathy, each one vibrating right through my chest.
Her hips rock instinctively.
I murmur into her skin, “You’ll wear it ’til I say otherwise.”
When I lift my head, she’s trembling and flushed. Perfect.
I press a kiss low on her belly, right where I plan to put our baby one day, and look up at her.
“And when we get back…” I thumb the butterfly, increasing the pulse. “… you’ll be ready.”
She gasps, grabbing my shirt.
I kiss her once, claiming her gasp, and pull her dress back up, adjusting it over her shaking body.
Then I put on my hat, push the hair from her face, and smile at the sight of her, flushed, trembling, my toy vibrating, as she tries not to fall apart.
“Be good,” I murmur.
She nods, breathless.
“Good girl.”
And with that, I head back out into the night to finish chores, knowing she’ll be there flushed and wanting, thinking about us the same way I’ll be thinking about her with every step I take.
Leaving her waiting for me and my brother to come home.
Chapter 27
Joelle
I'm bent over the kitchen sink, gripping the edge with both hands, my thighs trembling so hard it's a wonder I'm still standing.
The butterfly Wade strapped onto me before heading back out hasn't stopped humming for an hour. Not once. Not even when I begged the empty room to give me a minute to breathe.
Three orgasms in, my legs are unsteady, my panties soaked, and every ripple of pleasure makes my breasts throb, aching for hands and mouths that are somewhere else, too goddamned far away on this ranch.
I try to rinse the dishes. I try to stay busy. But the pulsing between my legs pulls me apart. I gasp softly when the vibration peaks again, bracing myself against the counter to remain upright, crying out because I can't hold it in anymore, and that's when the front door opens.
Wade and Caleb are there, shirtless, hair and bodiesdamp from a rinse at the pump. Relief hits so hard my knees almost give out.
Wade's eyes are dark and sharp, locking onto my body in an instant. "Jo." His voice is rough and teasing. "Why're you standin' like that?"
I swallow a broken little sound. "It—it won't stop… andIcan't stop…"
Caleb comes to my side first, brushing my hair from my forehead. "You hurting, sweetheart?"
"No," I whisper. "Not hurting. Just… too much. I need—"
Wade steps in close behind me, sliding a hand along my lower back, thumb stroking slow circles that make my breath shiver. "You need us."
