I shift back and turn toward my brothers. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank us,” Sylas says as we return to the vehicles. “None of us want scum like him living in town. Any one of our future mates may have just been spared his cruelty.”
When we return to the scumbag’s clothes, Quinn gathers them and stuffs them in the duffle. “I’ll burn this.”
I nod and head toward the truck. I just want to get back to Brea.
Chapter Eighteen
Navin
“Are you going to tell me what happened tonight?” my girl asks as I bathe her. This time I’m in the tub with her. She’s relaxing with her back against my chest, and I have her legs spread open with her heels over my thighs, keeping her pussy exposed under the water.
She was pacing when I got home. We weren’t gone very long, but she was nervous. Pryce and Orion left, I forced her to eat some pasta, and now we’re in the tub. She’s calmer when her skin is against mine, but she’ll never fully relax until I at least partially answer her question.
Even the distraction of her spread knees and open pussy isn’t enough to derail her thoughts, but I glide my fingers up and down her inner thighs and kiss her temple anyway.
“Mitchel will never be a threat to you or anyone else again.”
Her breath hitches, and she grabs my wrists to stop me from tormenting her. “That’s all you’re going to say?”
“You need to learn to trust Daddy, Little love. He’s gone. He fell off a cliff while he was out hiking. It’s really dangerous to gohiking so close to sunset. My men will find his car in the morning and call the police. They’ll find his body.”
Brea twists her head to look me in the eyes. “What if they find something on him or in his car or home that connects him to me?”
“They won’t, Little love. Every piece of evidence you were ever near him has been wiped clean.”
She stares at me for several seconds before sighing and letting her body relax against my chest. “You’re sure, Daddy?”
“Positive, Little love.”
She releases my wrists.
I chuckle. “May I touch my Little girl’s pussy now?”
“Yes, please.” She squirms, wiggling her ass against my cock.
I’m smiling so broadly my face is going to hurt as I drag my fingertips closer to her pussy. I tease the sensitive skin on either side of her folds, not touching her where she most craves contact.
She grips my thighs and lifts her hips. “Daddy…”
“What do you need, Little love?”
“Your cock, Daddy.”
I chuckle again. I love when she talks dirty. It’s not natural for her, so it’s a sweet, musical sound.
Finally, I put her out of her misery by thrusting a finger into her pussy while rubbing her clit.
Brea screams as she comes. That was all she needed to reach orgasm.
As the waves subside, I remove my finger, grip her hips, and lift her up.
My girl whimpers as I turn her around. “Straddle Daddy, Little love. I want you to ride my cock.”
Her eyes go wide, and she grabs my shoulders. “What?”
I lower her so that her pussy presses against the side of my dick. “First, I think you should make yourself come again, and then you can take me inside you.”
