The heat in his eyes rose about a hundred degrees, and I gave him a satisfied smirk before I turned back over. Snuggling against his dick just to be a brat. And because, as I’d established, I couldn’t resist rubbing my ass against him like a cat in heat.
Over my head, Max jerked a nod at Landon. “What happens to bad girls?”
I gulped, and a shiver raced down my spine as Landon’s lips curved, and—assuming Max had one on his face, which was a safe bet—they shared a smirk.
But then Landon’s disappeared.
He stared down at me, his eyes darkening. “Tell him.”
Arousal pooled between my thighs at his command, and I clenched my sleep shirt in my fists. Something about hearing his familiar order oftell mechanged like that to include Max? It brought all kinds of fantasies to life inside my head.
And even though I’djust made the point that I didn’t take orders from them, I wet my lips and found myself complying all too easily. “Bad girls get punished.”
Max’s hand slapped my ass so quickly I hadn’t even registered his arm moving.
I yelped.
“Fuck,” he groaned in my ear. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a week.”
Turning onto my back to protect my ass, I shot him a pointed look. Skepticism had to be written on my face. Max rubbed the back of his head with a wry grin.
“Alright, fine. Over a month.”
My lips twitched with a smug smirk, but I hid my genuine smile from him. I’d known our first meeting had affected Max as much as it had me, but I would’ve accepted that he’d wanted to do it for over a week, or if he’d admitted to two weeks, tops. It hit different to hear he’d wanted me since we met.
God, I wanted him, too.
I wanted them both. And after the last few nights, I couldn’t help but think maybe…
Lying between them, it became impossible to stay still. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself or my mind from conjuring dirty thoughts. Thoughts it seemed only practical to act on.
“You know,” I said coyly. “Landon, you forgot to mention the counterpart to that rule of yours.”
I turned onto my side, glancing at Landon before I rolled over and lay on my stomach.
Landon eyed me warily, his sharp gaze trying to figure out what I was up to. Peeking over at Max, I found a similar wary look on his face.
And they thoughtIhad trust issues.
Smirking, I kept my eyes on Max. His breathing slowed as I pushed up onto my knees. It caught in his throat when I rocked my hips, sinking onto my heels and coming forward again.
Arching my spine, I closed my eyes and bent my head back.
It was a simple stretch.
A warm-up , honestly.
But Max stared at me as if I were a snake charmer, completely entranced.
“Good boys get orgasms, too, Max.”
Glancing down at the growing—fucking hell, there was no way that thing was fitting inside me—bulge in his gray sweatpants, I darted my tongue out to wet my lips. His cock jumped as he watched me. When his arm came up to rest behind his head, I bit my lip and leaned in closer.
Max groaned, adjusting his position as I sat back on my heels. He cursed under his breath, but he held out on me. Being a stubborn mule and refusing to give me what I wanted. So, I stared expectantly, waiting for the question.
“Alright, I’ll bite…” he said, narrowing his eyes on me. “What happens to bad boys?”
My lips curved in a wicked smile. Trailing my hands over my breasts, running my fingers through my hair, and tossingmy curls, I drew out the answer. Admittedly, even though I was totally rocking my sleep shirt right now, my little show would’ve been a lot sexier in lingerie.
