A muscle tensed in Hawk’s cheek. “Back into bed?”

Frankie laughed at something JJ said, the rippling sound running over Bull’s skin like sunlight.

Bull shook his head at Hawk. “Sorry, bro. I’m calling dibs.”

“I might have known.” Hawk lifted his hands, palms out, acknowledging Bull’s claim, the gesture bringing back their younger days when they’d worked out their bro-code protocols. In their family, up until sex occurred, competition was fine. Once a guy got physically involved, the woman was off-limits to his brothers.

When it came to Frankie, it needed to be clear he was damn well invested.

How in the world did I end up in Bull’s bed? Not only in his bed, but on top, with him throbbing and hot and huge, inside her.

As another rush of excitement lashed her body, Frankie pushed her damp hair from her face and glared down at his hard, carved face. “Either I move, or you move.”

He was half-sitting, propped against the headboard, and his muscular hands were curved around her hips, holding her immobile. “No.”

She didn’t…quite…scream.

A dimple appeared in his cheek, and his hands rotated inward. Something touched her pussy—on each side of her exposed clit—vibrating fast. Buzzing. She looked down.

Ring vibes over his thumbs were just barely brushing her sensitive nub.

“Oh, ohhhhh.” The sensations intensified, and the need to come grew and grew. She tried to wiggle, to move.

Even with his thumbs against her there, his hands could extend over the tops of her thighs and hold her in place.

“Buuuuullll.” Her heartrate quickened, her muscles went taut. She hovered on the precipice, every nerve screaming.

He pressed the vibes against her harder, even as his merciless grip tightened on her thighs. “I want to watch you come. Feel you quivering around my dick.”

His black eyes held hers as the orgasm crashed over her, consumed her, and she shuddered with mind-shattering pleasure around the thick unmoving shaft deep inside her.

Discarding the ring vibes, he set his hands on her breasts, roughly pinching and rolling her nipples, overloading her nerves with the devastating sensations.

Before the climaxing waves slowed, he grasped her ass and lifted her up, then yanked her down onto his cock.

A moan burst from her at the stunning pleasure. Madonna, he was so big.

Her orgasm went on and on as she drove down on him over and over, feeling each impact through her whole body. His gaze was on her bouncing breasts, and his smile was purely carnal.

“My turn, woman.” Gripping her hips, he lifted his ass up to grind into her, sending searing pleasure across her engorged clit. Then he took control, lifting her like a doll, pulling her down, hammering into her, deep and hard, taking his own pleasure with a fierce need that satisfied something inside her.