Twenty

Pov

Tessa

My smile fades when I see the absolute hunger in Bennett's eyes as he watches my naked body. I move to put the shirt back on, but he doesn't accept any of that.

"Don't you dare fucking dare," he says, but he doesn't move towards me. Instead, he goes over to the huge bathtub and turns it on. He looks at me over his shoulder as he tests the water on the back of his hand.

"I don't want to take a bath, I want..."

"I don't care," he simply says, and I can tell he means it.

"Bennett, I..."

"You can't choose between us, so you can't choose anything at all. You need a bath or you'll be sore as hell. We've done you..."

"I was there. I know what we did."

"Well, then we're on the same page," he straightens his posture and slips his navy-blue shirt over his head, then begins unbuttoning his jeans.

"If you think I'm fucking you again, you're crazy," I hop off the counter, Mason's shirt still in my hand.

"Obviously, aren't we all Ravens psychotic in one way or another?" He approaches me, completely naked, and I can't deny how incredibly perfect he looks. Built like a sculpture and a face like a Greek god, but wicked as hell. "Drop that," he demands, pushing his brother's shirt out of my hands and then reaching to take a lock of my red hair between his fingers.

"I want to leave," I tell him again.

"And I want you to tell my brother that my cock is the only one you want buried inside you, but we can't always get what we want, can we?" Bennett gives me a tense smile, and I know that look. He's seething inside right now, and I suspect it has everything to do with the way Mason was kissing me gently when he walked in. I think it would have less of an effect on Bennett if he had found Mason pinning me down on the tile floor and fucking me until my pussy started convulsing around his cock. Fake or not, those kisses were extremely intimate and they got under his skin in a way I didn't expect.

"You first," I change the subject, gesturing towards the water.

Bennett doesn't take the bait; instead, he grabs me and tosses me into the warm water, grabbing a bar of soap. "Wash up. You smell like him," he demands, reaching out to wrap his hand around my throat. "I'm not joking, Tessa. I don't want to smell him while I'm fucking your sweet pussy." I swallow hard and do as he says. I scrub the soap onto my collarbones, arms, and then my breasts. I splash some water and lather up the soap. His grip tightens as I scrub my breasts. "Pinch your nipples," he orders, and I do as he asks, pulling enough so that my breasts bounce when I let go. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he says so softly I almost feel like he didn't want me to hear how reverently it came out.

I finish rinsing off the soap, thinking he's going to let me go, but he pulls me up to stand and lowers his head to suck on one of my nipples, his other hand moving up to fondle my other breast. I let my eyes close and breathe in this softer side of Bennett Slade because I know it's a facade and won't last long once he realizes it's not influencing my decision.

Either they agree to share me or I'm out of Hollow Hill tonight.

Pov

Benett

Seeing Tessa wet from the pool and seeing her wet from the bath is another thing entirely. There's a level of intimacy here, and honestly, it scares the hell out of me, but I can't help but react.

I have to touch her. Feel her under my hands and know that, even if just for a moment, she's mine... all mine, I have to seize that. Claim the moment for myself before reality sets back in, because it's stubborn and refuses to choose me.

I help her out of the tub and slowly begin to dry her off with the softest towel I can find. We don't keep much fancy stuff in the cabin, but we have the essentials. Fancy towels definitely aren't a priority.

"Why are you being like this, Bennett?" Her voice is soft and questioning. As if she can't understand why I'm doing something so mundane.

"Because I can. Because I want to. Just because I treat you like a whore when I fuck you doesn't mean you are one. You know that. Just let me take care of you. We put you through so much, and I don't want you going into shock." I finish drying her legs before wrapping the towel around her naked body, shielding it from my view.

I lead her to the bed, and unashamedly she drops the towel and lies down, "I'm not tired, but whatever we're about to do needs to happen on this bed because my knees are killing me from kneeling, and I deserve a little fluffy cushion." "Well, it's good to see your humor's back," I smile at her. I always love it when we have a little banter. She can give as good as she gets.

"I thought you liked a little pain, darling. The floor wasn't even that hard; clearly, you just have weak knees," she kicks her foot out and connects with my stomach, making me grunt.

"Okay, well, I'd like to see you on the ground being pummeled by two perverts and then tell me nothing on your body hurts," she rolls her eyes at me, and I lunge, grabbing her by the thighs and pulling her to the end of the bed in one swift move.

"I won't do that, but I will humiliate myself and kneel for you here and now, my little volcano," I settle between her legs and lick a line from her knee to the center before trailing down the opposite leg to press another kiss to the queen of weak knees.

"Are you planning to kiss all my sore spots to make them feel better?"

All I can do is smile at her as she leans back on her elbows to watch me return to where we both want me to be.