Page 75 of Jax & Knox

"Spread your legs," he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I hesitate for only a moment before obeying.

His hand slides higher, his fingers pressing against the seam of my jeans, and I gasp.

"That's it," he says, his voice dark with satisfaction. "Good girl."

My phone buzzes in my lap, and I glance down to see a text from Jax.

Jax: Touch yourself.

My breath catches.

Jax: Do it, baby. I want to know you're thinking about us.

Knox glances over at me, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "He texting you?"

I nod.

"What's he saying?"

"He wants me to touch myself," I whisper.

Knox's hand tightens on my thigh. "Then do it."

"Knox, I⁠⁠—"

"Do it, Ainsley."

My hands are shaking as I unbutton my jeans and slide my hand inside.

I'm already wet.

God, I'm so wet.

I touch myself slowly, my fingers circling my clit, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning.

"Tell us what you want," Knox says, his voice rough.

"I want you," I gasp. "Both of you."

"You'll get us," he promises. "As soon as we get home."

By the time we pull into the driveway, I'm wound so tight I feel like I might shatter.

Knox parks the truck and turns to look at me, his eyes dark and hungry.

"Inside," he says. "Now."

I climb out of the truck on shaky legs, and Jax is there, his hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward the house.

Owen is still asleep, and Knox carries him inside, settling him gently into his crib.

And then they're on me.

Jax's mouth finds mine, hot and demanding, his hands roaming over my body. Knox presses against my back, his hands sliding under my shirt, his lips on my neck.

"Bedroom," Jax murmurs against my mouth. "Now."