His fingers thread through my hair, the wet strands brushing against my back. “That was your punishment. We won’t take it further than that unless you ask us to.”
Unless I ask them to.
It’s not going to happen, though I’ve fantasized about it more than I like to admit.
He removes his hand from gripping my hair and walks back to the bed, plopping on his mattress. He picks up his book and opens it to the page he was on, refusing to meet my eyes. “Go to bed, Taryn.”
I stand there speechless and, embarrassingly enough, aroused. Turning around, I walk out of his room and open the door to my tower, my feet feeling heavier with each step I ascend.
Clearing the last step, I notice something different out of the corner of my eye. I glance out the window facing the backyard, admiring how the full moon casts light on the grass, the blades like silver swords. It’s almost entirely dark outside, besides the moon, the stars, and the solar lights along the path. Rossco isn’tin the yard like he usually is, so I’m assuming he’s inside with Colten somewhere. But that’s not the only unusual thing.
The curtains in Colten’s cabin are always closed. But tonight, there’s one area with the curtains open—the room on the side of the house closest to the garden.
With the tower high and the house lower in the yard, I can only see part of the carpet and what looks like an accent chair with a side table and a glass of some amber liquor.
I grasp my towel, pulling it tighter and tucking it in to secure it around myself. Strands of wet hair drip onto my collarbone, the water skating down my stomach. I approach the window closer, nearly tumbling back when Colten steps into view behind the window.
God, these Lindenvale brothers are going to be the cause of my death.
He stands in front of the chair with his back turned to the window in nothing but a pair of jeans. The black tattoos embedded in his skin are on full display, running over one arm, across his shoulder, and down part of his back. I practically press my forehead to the glass, wanting to see the artwork, but it’s blurred from this far away. If I focus enough, some of the shapes on his back look like feathers.
He lifts an arm, pulling his fingers through his tussled hair. My mouth unexpectedly waters when the muscles in his back ripple and flex. Whatever thought I’m forming evaporates from my mind as quickly as the water droplets on my overheated skin.
He’s irritatingly hot.
He may terrify the shit out of me, but at this moment, I’m itching to touch him—to find out if the palpable intimidation he exudes could soak into my fingertips and seep into my bones.
But it looks like someone else gets that privilege. A brunette with long, curled hair stalks toward him. She nods at something he says while wetting her lips and dropping onto her knees. Herlarge, bare breasts bob, sending a shock wave of ice scraping against every nerve ending.
I want to look away, but my eyes are glued to what’s happening before me.
He shifts his position, giving me a side profile of both of them. Colten fiddles with his belt, whipping it out of the loops effortlessly as if he had done that motion a million times before. And I’m guessing he has since he slips the leather back into the buckle and fastens it around her neck. The woman eagerly reaches for his jeans, where the band of his boxers peeks out. She tugs them down to his ankles, letting his erection spring free.
My hand flies to slap over my mouth.
Oh my God.
She’s completely bare; he’s glorious and…naked. I can seeeverything.
The size of his cock hits me like a baseball bat to the backs of my legs. I’m about to be on my knees for this man purely from the sight of his dick. He won’t even know he has two women on their knees for him.
He holds that much power, and my stomach churns at the thought that he has this effect on me after everything. It might as well be as big as a baseball bat because, holy shit, he looks massive even from here.
He bends over, saying something into her ear, and she nods submissively. Grabbing the leather belt around her neck, he wraps it in his fist. Her tongue darts out, and he pulls on the belt, tugging her head toward him, and effortlessly slides his cock between her lips. His other hand, the one not clutching onto the leather, grips the nape of her neck, thrusting in and out of her mouth deliberately. I observe them as liquid heat rushes between my legs.
I shouldn’t be watching this.
I should be crawling into bed.
But the window is open.
Ugh.It’s his own damn fault.
The strong muscles in his shoulders stiffen, his head falling backward in pleasure. Seeing him all ragged like this makes my clit throb and my chest rise and fall more hectically with each breath I’m struggling to take.
I wonder what he’s thinking about.
He claims her mouth like a man who’s been celibate for years, which is flustering since women come in and out of his house every night. I nip my lip a little too hard when he buries himself to the hilt. She struggles, her arms gripping onto his thighs, but he still holds her there until he’s ready to let her go. Her body convulses, choking on his cock. He releases her head, and she jerks back. Saliva drips down her chin and onto her breasts as she sucks in the air he deprived her of.
