Loved.
Claimed.
And not just physically.
Rett brushed my hair from my forehead, trailing a thumb along my temple. “You drive us insane, you know that?”
“I know,” I whispered, smiling against his shoulder.
Robert was curled behind me again, just like last night, his hand stroking lazily over my side. “But you’re ours. Even when you’re reckless.”
“Especially then,” Rett muttered.
Much later, we lay tangled in the sheets, bodies sticky with sweat and exhaustion. My legs felt like jelly, my throat raw from moaning and shouting and begging.
Robert was on his back, one arm behind his head, the other draped over my waist. His chest rose and fell slowly, eyes closed but not sleeping.
Rett was curled up behind me, his hand resting over my stomach. He pressed kisses along the curve of my sp
