That experience had always been reserved for Shiloh, but if my guys think they're getting out of thiswithout being stuffed with my cock too, they've got another thing coming.
“Strip,” I say, my voice low and commanding, though I don't need to look for them to know who I'm talking to.
“Yes, Sir,” they both say in unison, and Shiloh’s expression shifts from curious to something molten as she watches them undress behind me. I curl my hand harder around her throat, resting my thumb against her thumping pulse, and she snaps her gaze to me in surprise.
“You think you can handle me, handle us, Shiloh?” I say, barely above a whisper.
“Oh, I can handle you just fine,” she says, her breathy voice strained, yet still teasing, even though her pulse betrays her. “The real question is… can you handle me, drummer boy?”
“I’m not your fucking drummer boy,” I growl, stepping in closer, letting my body swallow the little air we had between us. Her eyes widen. They’re so fucking blue beneath her thick, black lashes, and I know that if I’m not careful, I’ll only lose myself in them.
Now is not the time for that.
It’s way too early to show all my cards.
That slow, provoking smile pulls at her mouth as she dares to play with fire, and I can feel her start to grind her pussy against my knee, still nestled between her thighs.
“You’re a pretty little doll, begging to be playedwith, aren’t you? Begging to be used, to come undone, and I’m the twisted game master that commands every move your body makes.” She whimpers as I release my grip on her neck, her breath catching as our eyes lock. I follow the curve of her body with my hand, needing to feel her, to make her ours in every way possible because the minute the snow clears, we’ll lose her.
“Who am I, Shiloh? Who’s going to be the one to break you?” I wait for her to say it. To give voice to the surrender etched so beautifully across her face.
“You are, Daddy.”
CHAPTER 7
PHOENIX
OH COME, ALL YE HORNY
I standshoulder to shoulder with my brother, practically tripping over my jaw because Shiloh just called Zane FrostborneDaddy. I don’t know how much of Zane she can actually see under that mask, but clearly she has him pegged.
Figuratively speaking.
My gaze flicks to Zane, and I can’t stop myself from drinking in the delicious sight of him pinning the woman of our dreams against the wall of our home. I burn this moment into my mind because no matter how many times I’ve imagined it, this blows my dreams way out of the fucking water.
The Christmas lights Jovi strung up before we even landed flicker and blink around us, bathing our bodies in a warm, golden glow. She’s decorated the wholecabin, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear people lived here all year-round with how homey it is. We only just bought the place. We figured that if we owned a house here, we’d visit Blue River more often, and with the memory of what we’re about to do with Shiloh haunting the place, I’m not so sure I’ll ever want to leave.
Zane’s tattooed muscles flex with quiet, restrained power that on any other day would have me down on my knees, begging to let me taste him.
And for mercy… in that exact order.
He says nothing, but he doesn’t need to because there’s no doubt that we can all feel the heat crawling over our cold skin, binding us together in this moment.
Zane carries the kind of energy whose presence always does the talking for him, and right now, I know he’s one breath away from unleashing who he really is and showing Shiloh who’s calling the shots here.
“Baby, come here,’ Zane says, nodding to my brother. His deep voice sends a wave of goosebumps across my skin as Axl steps forward, stopping only when he’s at our lover's side. Zane removes his hand from Shiloh’s wrists, pulling her closer into him, then slowly slides her coat off her shoulders.
My pulse kicks to life, and so does my cock at the sight of her perfect body. Her tattoos flow across her skin, highlighting every delectable curve and charting a path that no man could follow without losing his damn mind. Her smile is pure temptation, confidentand wicked, as if she's aware of the chaos she's causing us.
Zane runs a hand down her chest, then her stomach, before disappearing beneath her short, plaid skirt. Her eyes widen with his touch, and I can sense the grin he is hiding from here.
“Taste,” he says, removing his hand from between her legs and holding out two fingers to Axl, giving him the same courtesy my brother did when he made Shiloh come in the cop car earlier. The assholes knew exactly what they were doing to me. They knew I'd be pissed that they made her come before I did, and I was hanging on to what little composure I had for dear life, because cops stress me the fuck out at the best of times.
Axl takes Zane’s fingers into his mouth, humming at the taste of our girl, and every second feels like a slow punishment as I wait for Zane’s command.
“She tastes so sweet, doesn't she, baby?” he says, and Axl nods his head in response. “Say it,” Zane orders, and my cock twitches at his dominant tone.
“Yes, Sir. She tastes so fucking good.”
