My buddy was off to the city to settle some final accounting stuff from a few of the auxiliary branches of our business. And it looked likeIwas in charge.
Ofher.
My job to keep her out of trouble.
My job to keep my eye on her.
My job todisciplineher should she try and act out again.
…I’d be lying if I said my cock didn’t throb rock-fucking-hard at the thought.
6
Mackenzie
Icamethree times that night. After what happened in the living room, and after feeling Wilder’s firm hands on my body and Lincoln’s heated gaze locked on mine, my entire core was on fire. I barely made it to my room before I slammed the door, locked it, and tore my clothes off. I didn’t even get my panties off before I fell into bed — ass up, face down into my pillows, and both hands buried between my legs.
I came the first time in about thirty seconds. The second I took my time with, panting into my sheets as I imagined Wilder spanking me again, and this time pulling my panties to the side and running his fingers up and down my slippery, sticky pussy.
I imagined Lincoln doing more than watching. I pictured him stroking himself the way I’d seen in the shower that day. I imagined him moving closer, his hand wrapped around his big, thick cock, touching me while Wilder did the same.
The third time I came, my mind went to a place I’d barely ever gone before. That time, I fantasized about them doing more than touching me. I imagined them forcing me to my knees, and unzipping their pants. I imagined their hands in my hair, and cupping my jaw and touching my body while I wrapped my lips around their cocks. I imagined sliding down onto Lincoln, and then Wilder.
I imagined the two of them taking metogether, and when I went there, my whole bodyexplodedin the dark of my bedroom, and my cries drowned in my pillows as the orgasm shattered through me.
* * *
The next day, I padded downstairs in a sort of hazy glow. I was nervous, and if I’m being honest, a little ashamed. I mean, Wilder hadspankedme last night. He’d seen how fuckingwetmy panties had gotten. And he’dsaidsomething.
My face reddened as I walked towards the big kitchen, and when I remembered what I’d saidback, I blushed even deeper. But I took a big, shaky breath, let the air out slowly, and then stepped into the kitchen for breakfast.
They were both there, but aside from two curt, stony nods, neither of them said a word. Lincoln’s eyes lingered a second longer than Wilder’s maybe, but he too turned back to his coffee and paper, clearing his throat as I stood there awkwardly in the doorway.
This, I hadn’t expected.
Coldness. They were both sitting there like the night before hadn’t even happened. I bit my lip, screaming on the inside forsomething. But all I got was silence. I poured myself a coffee and sipped it sulking, chewing on my lip as I tried to figure out where we went from here.
Suddenly, Wilder cleared his throat and stood.
“Alright, I’ve gotta run.”
For the first time, I realized he was dressed up entirely — not just the button up shirt and jeans he usually wore, like Lincoln was. He was in a full suit — dark that only made his dark eyes blaze even hotter as he leveled them at me.
“Where are you going?”
“The city. Business stuff to settle. But look, Kenzie, about last—” He frowned, narrowing his eyes at me before he looked away. “Do me a favor and try and stay out of trouble today, alright? Lincoln’s in charge.”
He nodded at his gorgeous friend, who glanced up at his paper and looked right at me.
Fuck, it was almost the same heated look as the night before.
“Begood, Kenzie.”
I shrugged nonchalantly, an even when I looked away, Iknewthe move had gotten a scowl on his face.
…Because even after the night before, or maybebecause ofthe night before, I couldn’tstoptrying to get under his skin — both of them.
“Mackenzie.”