17
HANNAH
I did as I was told, shimmying out of them as they watched. I loved having their eyes on me. Knowing these men, these big cowboys were mine, made my heart swell, and my p***y get wet.
Declan spread my uniform wide and undid the front clasp of my bra so my breasts were bare. “Spread your legs for us,” he ordered. “Show us that pretty p***y of yours.”
“No, of ours.” Cole’s gaze slid up my body to look at me. I saw the scorching heat and nothing else. “That p***y belongs to us, doesn’t it, Hannah?”
I bit my lip to keep from whimpering as I nodded and slowly opened my legs. When they remained quiet and Declan just arched a ginger brow, I spread them wider. I knew I was wet and by the way Cole made a little possessive sound in his throat, he saw it.
“Play with your breasts,” Col
