Landon’s casual touches jarred my memory from when Max had woken up. His arm had been slung over my bodybeforeheslid his hand between Landon and me. He hadn’t been touching my back.
He’d been reaching over both of us while he slept.
My eyes widened.
A wave of lust hit me, and I smothered a groan. Trying to stifle my excitement at the thought of Max cuddling Landon in his sleep, I bit my lip.
I wriggled in Max’s hold to turn over and face Landon. Conveniently wedging his hand between my ass and Max’s abs.
I stifled a giggle and snuggled into Landon’s chest, hoping to distract him so he wouldn’t notice. But he unwedged his hand and slid it up my back. And he watched me the whole time, gauging my feelings.
His eyebrows rose when he picked up on my mood.
Then, his eyes softened. “You had a bad dream.”
I arched a brow, feigning bravado because old habits died hard. “What makes you say that?”
Landon huffed a quiet laugh, bringing a hand to my restless hips and squeezing gently. I leaned into his touch, aware that made his point for him but too wound up to care.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
I shook my head.
Max’s gruff voice rumbled in my ear. “We could order you to do it.”
“Psh.” I nudged my hips back into his, teasing, “I don’t take orders from you fools anymore. The first phase of The Quest is over, remember? I’m aLadynow.”
Max growled as his cock hardened against my ass. I swallowed, about to pant like a bitch in heat if one of them didn’t touch me. Landon’s lips twitched with a knowing grin.
“Oh, I have ways of making her talk.” He slid his palm off my hip, making room for Max’s hand to take its place.
“Do tell.”
My stomach muscles clenched.
While Max held me steady, Landon trailed his fingers up my body. He teased my side and over my breasts, and I pressed them into his chest.
I whimpered when his hand reached my throat.
Max’s grip tightened, quick like a reflex.
He didn’t know Landon had helped me through moments of anxiety by reminding me I had control over my breath—while naked—so Max only relaxed when Landon moved on and gripped my chin.
His dark amber eyes held mine. “Good girls get orgasms, beautiful.”
I whined, unabashedly desperate for their touch. Sandwiched between two out of three of the most gorgeous guys I’d ever met, no one in my position could resist feeling the sameandnot giving a damn who knew about it.
Anyone else would probably sayyes, My Lordorplease, Masterif it meant getting orgasms from them.
I, myself, had dabbled in being a good girl when the mood struck me. But alas, my stubborn pride reared its ugly head, and I pressed my lips together.
“Good girls get orgasms?” Max snorted. “So, safe to assume you spent the first twenty-one days of The Quest with blue ovaries, huh, Princess?”
I scoffed, affronted, even though the three weeks had been sexually frustrating.
Max only laughed harder.
Pursing my lips, I glared over my shoulder. “I’ll have you know, Max Dread, I can be averygood girl when I want to be.”
