“My rules.” He won’t… He’ll come in and start a fight, or he’ll leave— But he came in. Came to her. Went to his knees in front of her. Lacey swore, her fingers trembling as he cupped her face in his hands. “Your rules,” he muttered. “What are they?” “You’re willing to play by my rules now?” He slanted his mouth over her lips and kissed her—it was a punishing kiss, the kind of kiss she’d seen him give Grace, the kind of kiss he’d never bothered to give to her. She was too soft, too fun, too innocent… She was all but dying with the pleasure as he kissed her. “What are your rules?” he asked again. She swayed under the rhythm of Lou’s thrusts, rhythmic and deep, her body burning, her heart aching…pounding. Something swelled inside her. Hunger, so wild and raw and fierce… Lifting up, she braced her back against Lou’s body and reached for Brogan. With eyes that practically burned, Brogan came to her and she was pressed between them. “Do I get what I want?”
