His hands drop slowly, dragging down the outside of my thighs and sending a fresh rush of need to my core.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to having his hands on me.
Taking a step back, I reach for the hem of my dress and tease my fingers along the soft fabric. It’s one of the new ones from the fully stocked closet Rowan and Asher collected before I moved in, and yet another thing I struggled to wrap my head around.
The idea of the rugged older man I’ve crushed on since I was eighteen, and the ex-MMA fighter shopping for me, is laughable at best and pure insanity at worst. But it’s the fact that every single item is something I would have picked for myself that has constant butterflies erupting in my belly.
Because unlike everyone else in my life, they don’t want to change me. They already think I’m perfect just the way I am.
Rowan leans back in the armchair, his body free of tension but his eyes full of lust.
It’s heady having a man like him look at me like this. Someone who exudes power with every breath, looking at me like I’m the sexiest woman in the world, only makes the ache in my center throb.
“You gonna take that pretty dress off, sweetheart?”
A shiver vibrates through my body at the roughness in his voice. “Yes, Sir.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
ASHER
Tonight has given me whiplash.
From a date night with our girl, to being threatened by her grandfather, to the promise of giving her everything she needs to quieten her mind, it’s been quite the rollercoaster.
Once I have everything I need from the collection I’ve been building since I moved back for just an occasion like this, I gather the items in my arms and head back to Hannah’s bedroom.
No way am I missing any more of this than I have to.
I stop dead in the doorway, my cock immediately hardening at the sight in front of me.
Rowan hasn’t moved from the chair he was in when I got home, but Hannah certainly has. She stands in the middle of the room, her dress dangling from her fingers and the tiniest lingerie set I’ve ever seen left covering her perfect body.
I don’t need to be able to see her tits to know whatever she has covering them is see-through, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from groaning.
Will I ever get used to Hannah being ours? How fucking sexy she is?
Just the thought of her rounding with our kid the other night had me almost coming in my pants, and we’re a long way away from making that a reality.
Rowan’s eyes drag away from Hannah long enough to acknowledge my return before he’s back to surveying her perfect body.
I understand because I certainly wouldn’t look at me if I were in his position, our girl almost completely bare as she awaits her next order.
“Now my pants, Little One,” he rumbles, his hold on the arms of the chair tightening to stop himself from reaching for her.
Hannah doesn’t hesitate. She drops to her knees between his spread thighs and starts working on his belt.
While she’s distracted, I step all the way into the room and drop the collection of toys onto the end of the bed.
I wrap my fingers around the handle of the leather paddle I’ve been dying to use on her perky ass, the heart cutouts promising to leave pretty marks for me to stare at as I fuck her.
This time, biting my cheek doesn’t stifle the moan, pulling Hannah’s attention to me for a split second before it returns to Rowan’s pants.
“Good girl,” he praises.
Her sharp intake of breath is the only sign the words affect her as she tugs the belt open and starts working on the button and zipper.
“Looks like our girl is desperate to get to your cock.” I chuckle, shucking my shirt and discarding it across the room.
