Page 8 of Their Sweetest Obsession

“Give her a minute, man,” Wilder told him quietly. I felt his lips graze my temple. “She’s probably still got a headache. I bet everything’s all fuzzy.”

Both men I was in love with were in my bed. It would have been a dream come true if I didn’t feel like death warmed over. And then there was the whole Reeve engaged to someone else thing.

Unworthy whore.

Reeve combed his fingers through my hair the way he knew I loved, brushing the thick tresses off my shoulder, and began massaging my neck. I didn’t want to melt, but my body didn’t listen to my brain screaming at it not to give in.

Up until I’d met Reeve and Wilder, I’d been starved for affection and loving touches. Almost from the first moment they’d come into my life, they were always offering me comfort I’d never experienced before. Was it any wonder I’d fallen in love with both of them?

I needed to soak up this moment while I could, because Reeve’s new wife wouldn’t like him touching me once they were married. I sure as hell wouldn’t allow him to touch another woman if he were mine. He would only be allowed to touch me and Wilder.

Clutching at Wilder, I tried to stop my tears and simply enjoy being between the two of them. For years, I’d fantasized about a moment like this. And more. So, so much more.

Reeve touched his lips to my ear. “Where does it hurt the most, princess? Here?” His fingers dug a little deeper into the base of my skull.

Moaning, I leaned into his touch at the same time I felt something thick and hard flex against my belly. Looking up, I couldn’t hold back another moan at the hunger in Wilder’s blue eyes. Reeve muttered a curse, grinding his cock against my ass. It felt so good, I pushed my hips back into him, closing my eyes as my panties became drenched.

None of this should have been happening. Not only was Reeve in a relationship with someone else, but they were my stepbrothers.

Okay, that was never a problem. We didn’t grow up together, and we shared zero blood between any of us. But what I wanted, it had to be with both of them. And that couldn’t happen.

Neither of them would be okay with sharing me, or sharing each other with me, and I couldn’t accept anything less than both of them. Not when they owned my heart.

“Marina, look at me.”

Lifting my lashes at his command without hesitation, I looked into Wilder’s eyes. I saw something serious in his gaze that wasn’t normally there. He was the carefree Keats, while Reeve was the one who took on the weight of the world.

“Is your head still fuzzy? I gave you two aspirin about an hour ago, and you drank some water, but you fell right back to sleep afterward.”

“I don’t remember any of that,” I admitted. “Thank you for taking care of me. I-I’m sorry you had to come all the way up here to babysit me.”

He grasped my chin, keeping my head tipped up so I couldn’t shy away. “It’s our privilege to see to your every need, princess.”

Reeve dipped his hand beneath my sleep pants and panties. Cupping my sex, he growled at my ear, “Every need.” Spreading my pussy lips, he flicked his thumb over my clit, causing me to cry out in pleasure.

“How does she feel?” Wilder panted, watching my face as Reeve played with my clit before slowly pushing his middle finger into me.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, his teeth nipping at my neck. Without thinking, I gave him better access, silently asking for more. He bit into my flesh as his finger sank deeper.

“Let me taste her.”

I whimpered when Reeve took his hand away. Lifting it, he stuck his thumb into Wilder’s mouth. Wilder sucked it before releasing it with a pop so he could claim the finger that had just been inside me.

“Is she sweet?” Reeve rasped, his cock somehow growing even harder against my ass as we both watched Wilder suck my juices off his digit. Wilder’s groan around Reeve’s fingers was his only affirmation.

It was mesmerizing. Hot as hell. The way his tongue rolled around Reeve’s finger, making a sloppy, wet sound, grunting like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Wilder was hungry for more.

Of me.

Need burned low in my belly, my core already clenching, wanting Reeve’s finger back inside me. Desperate to be filled. Stretched. Around both their shafts. It was only the three of us. Alone. In my bed. No one else existed. Not a single other person mattered but the three of us.

These men were mine, and we would finally become one. Like we were always meant to be.

Except we weren’t.

Reeve didn’t have the right to touch me. Allowing him to put his finger inside me, fill a hole no one had ever been inside before—while knowing he was taken—made me the dirty whore Kara and I had called Marianna the night before.

Scrambling up so fast it seemed to leave both Reeve’s and Wilder’s heads spinning, I glared down at the two of them from the end of my bed.

---