Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 632

Chapter 632: 632-All The Cocks And My Holes

Helanie:

I had no clue what had gotten into them. They’d been following me around like lost chicks all morning. And then Maximus, he had to take off his shirt and lean back, right next to me.

But Kaye was the one completely out of control. His elbow kept brushing against my tit over my shirt. However, I could tell he had no idea what he was doing.

"It really is hot today," my dear husband commented. He grabbed some ice from the bucket at the side and, right before my eyes, slipped his hand into his pants, apparently trying to cool down his dick.

A chill ran down my spine at the sight. It was strange. A little awkward. Weirdly tempting. I could see his hand shift slightly, probably holding his shaft and rubbing it.

I straightened up and focused on the TV. That’s when Maximus leaned all the way over me, his arms and elbows pressing onto my boobs as he reached across, supposedly looking for the remote.

"She has it," Kaye said casually. Without hesitation, Maximus started feeling around in my lap.

I should’ve stopped him, but what for? He was just looking for the remote, right?

His hand tapped around my thigh until it reached my pussy, and I yelped.

"Just ask, and I’ll give you the remote," I said, holding it out to him. His face was so close to mine, I forgot I was even mad at them before.

"Then what’s this?" he whispered, his hand turned into a fist on my pussy as he gave it a gentle shake. My entire body reacted, and my throat suddenly felt dry.

"This is not a remote control," I said, trying to sound confident.

"Come on, dude, she’s heating up. When we touch her, she starts dreaming about us," Kaye said, clearly enjoying the moment. That part annoyed me. He kept bringing up dreams I knew I hadn’t had.

How was I supposed to prove him wrong?

"Seriously? That’s just your misunderstanding. You can touch me all you want, it won’t trigger any dreams about you," I challenged.

The moment I said it, Kaye slid in closer behind me, wrapping his arms around my torso to fix my position, one hand resting on each side of my breast.

"Then prove it," he whispered into my ear. "No matter how much we touch you, you shouldn’t react, right?" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

My eyes darted to Norman, half-expecting him to be angry, but instead, he was calmly unbuckling his belt. He’d already unbuttoned his shirt, his broad frame on full display. There was something strange about being watched while all of this was happening. Intimate. Exposed.