Chapter 66
BELLA
Rowan’s arms wrap tight around my waist while my head rests against Reggie’s hard chest. Their breathing is slow, steady, grounding me as the sun rises over the trees of the ranch. Phoenix is beautiful, but not as beautiful as this.
For the first time in forever, I feel like I’m home. Safe.
I let out a soft sigh and nestle closer to Reggie. His huge hand comes up, stroking through my hair with a lazy tenderness that melts me.
“Whatcha thinking about, Princess?” His voice is rough, still sleep-thick, and it’s a damn turn-on.
“Just… how happy I am with you both.”
He swallows, the movement rippling against my cheek.
“You liked that? Couldn’t tell,” he mutters.
The heat creeps up my neck. I’ve never come so hard in my life.
“I really, really liked it. But not just the sex. I liked sleeping between you. Being held. It’s… nice.”
“Hmm.”
Behind me, Rowan shifts, his morning hard-on pressing into my ass.
“What else is playing on your mind? I can feel it,” Reggie presses.
His fingers tighten in my hair, tugging my face up to his. There’s no escaping him when he’s like this—eyes sharp, gaze cutting straight through me.
“I don’t just want to be a housewife. Or a plaything for you two.”
His jaw ticks.
“You’re never just a plaything. Where’s this coming from?”
“The only time I’ve ever been shared before, I was just that. There for everyone else’s pleasure.”
He exhales, and some of that edge in his expression softens. His grip eases, his thumb brushing my cheek.
“To us, your pleasure is the center of everything we do. If anything, we’re the ones there to be used by you. And not just in the bedroom, Princess. What we have—it extends to everything. Taking care of you. Protecting your feelings. Your needs. You are the center of our universe.”
A lump builds in my throat.
“And you two are that for me. I want to be everything you both need too. But I’m not someone who sits around doing nothing, Reggie. I want to be involved in more. I think I need it. It’s how I grew up. My brothers trusted me with business…” I trail off.
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, watching me.
“What are you saying? I’m assuming desk work isn’t enough for you?”
I shake my head.
“Yesterday, it was freeing. I like being a little violent sometimes.”
Rowan chuckles behind me, his lips brushing my shoulder. “A little?” he jokes.
I push my ass back against him, earning a low groan.
“You haven’t seen me at my worst yet.”
If Reggie had let me loose on Lyla in the club, that probably would’ve been a decent preview.
“You want to go after Madame Eve, don’t you?” Reggie asks.
“I do. Trust me, I can do this for you. You two brutes can’t go in there, but I can. I can get the intel we need. We can save those girls eventually. Just let me show you what I can do. Trust me.”
He tilts his head, studying me.
“I’m a King, Irish. Mafia blood. I’ve seen some shit. I’ve done worse. I’m not a fragile doll. I’m fragile but like a grenade.”
That earns a laugh from both of them, and I smile, trying to sweeten the deal.
Rowan’s hands slide up my bare sides, cupping my breasts from behind.
“You’re so hot when you’re all fired up, precious,” he murmurs against my ear.
I keep my eyes locked on Reggie’s.
“I trust you, Bella.”
The words hit like a punch to the chest. Trust. Coming from him, it’s everything.
He presses a finger to my lips, stopping the words I want to say.
“But there will be strict rules and a fine-tuned plan. You do not deviate from either. Do you understand?”
God, he’s so hot when he’s like this.
“Yes, sir.”
Reggie uses his thigh to spread my legs just as Rowan’s hand slides down my stomach, fingers finding my pussy.
“Such a good girl, aren’t ya?” Rowan whispers.
My leg hooks around Reggie’s, giving Rowan better access.
“So needy for my brother, ain’t you?” Reggie says.
I nod, breathless, as his hand wraps around my throat.
“Y-yes.”
I cry out when Rowan slides two fingers inside me.
“Then remember this moment. Because if you disobey me today on the job, this won’t be happening again.”
Rowan stills his fingers. The fire in my body flickers out.
“But if you follow instructions like a good girl, you’ll have us both again later—however you want us.”
My hips twitch, desperate, chasing friction.
“B-but, Reggie,” I plead.
He chuckles as Rowan pulls his fingers away. I could scream.
Reggie crashes his mouth against mine, swallowing my protest. It only makes me ache more.
“You know the rules. And now the rewards,” he whispers against my lips.
“Then think up a really quick plan, because I need you.”
He smiles against my mouth.
“Sure thing, Princess.”