“Reese,” Davis’s deep voice booms, bringing us back to the problem at hand. “If she’s in trouble, she’s your problem. However long she’s here, I want you on her.” I pry my brain away from the image of me literally on top of Reese. Fucking her slow. Dragging my cock through the slit of her pretty pink pussy. Jesus. I glare at my twin. “What the fuck are you talking about, man?” “She’s your responsibility.” He’s silent for a moment. “We’ll get Otis to take over the trail rides and the rest of the excursions.”
