Lawson unbuttons my pants and slides the zipper down. My mouth parts as he presses his palms to my hips, pushing my jeans down, hooking his thumbs over the fabric. Remy’s eyes narrow as if he wants to look down, but he holds my gaze. I try to remember the underwear I have on while Lawson reveals them. He continues pushing until my pants are around my ankles.
“Lift.” He taps his fingers against my calf. I shiver and lift my leg. “Again.” When I’m standing half-naked, Remy loses the battle. I love that I can make him lose control. I bite my lip as he stares at my legs. My sweatshirt floats around the top of my thighs, and I sway when Lawson’s hands touch my skin, gliding underneath it. “So soft,” he whispers, hooking the sides of my underwear. They join my clothes at my feet. “Widen your legs.” With my heartbeat pounding in my ears, I slide my feet, earning a soft purr.
Lawson glides his hands over my hips, back and forth. With each pass, he comes closer and closer to my inner thigh. I clench my hands when he stops. He claims his control is limited, yet he’s driving me to the edge of begging. Remy grins as if he can read my thoughts.
“Impatient,” Remy hums.
“Not at all,” I grit out. They know it’s a lie, but I don’t want to do anything that would make Lawson stop.
“I think we should make a rule,” Lawson says.
“Rule?” I ask softly, his rough fingertips distracting me. He drags his finger down the front of my thigh.
“Yes. When we're together, you can’t lie,” he says.
“We want every reaction. Whatever it is,” Remy adds.
“So, are you frustrated?” Lawson asks, tracing where my thigh and pussy meet.
“Very,” I admit.
“Good girl,” Lawson says roughly. “Should we give her what she wants, Brother?”
“We should.” Remy winks at me.
I gasp as Lawson slides his finger inside me, and I rock back.
“She likes that,” Lawson whispers.
“How does she feel, Law?” Remy asks, and my breath catches.
“Fucking hot.” He moves faster, and I grab his forearm, not to stop him, but to have something to hold onto. “Remy doesn’t have the best view. Haven, use both hands and lift your shirt to your stomach,” he orders, and it makes me hotter.
Releasing Lawson, I slowly reach for the edge of my sweatshirt and slowly raise it. I press my hands and the fabric to my stomach, and Remy inhales sharply. The brothers seem as if they are in control of my every movement, and in a small way, they are, but without my compliance, none of this would be happening. They need my submission to be the ones in charge. The situation is different with that revelation. I’ve never allowed a man to lead in the bedroom. Most men I have been with haven’t deserved the right. It feels natural with them.
“Much better,” Remy says gruffly. I groan as he lowers himself, crouching against the wall, his arms propped on his knees, watching intently.
He can see everything, and now he's eye level.
“You feel so good, Haven,” Lawson says. “Do you like being watched?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“I want inside you,” he grits out.
“Please.” His finger slows.
“You need to be sure,” he says, removing his hand and turning me to face him. “When we started, fucking you wasn’t my intention.”
“Why?” I ask, dropping my shirt and gripping his shoulders.
“It might tip me over the edge,” he says.
“In what way?” I’m ready, but just as they want to make sure I am willing, I want to do the same for them.
“It will take restraint. My animal wants to mark you, and we can’t do that yet,” he says, caressing the back of my thighs. “You have to be ready to complete the bond, and all of us have to be in the room.”
“Remy, can you stop him?” I look over my shoulder. “If he loses control and tries to bite me?”
