Page 64 of Messing With My Brother's Best Friends

Shit, yeah, it was my night to cook, and now the kitchen had been set to rights, I needed to knock up my nanna’s famous curried sausages to feed my girl, but there was something I had to do first.

“I’ll cook dinner,” I told Kendall, “but I need you to do something for me.”

“Lemme guess.” She sighed. “Peel the potatoes.”

We all used to do such a shitty job of it that when her mother asked for help, the job ended up falling to her.

“Nope, kiss that dickhead.”

Connor’s grumpy expression just intensified, because Mr. Control Freak didn’t like this. He wanted Kendall jerking herself away from me and walking into his arms of her own accord, proving something to him that he needed confirmed.

That she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

“Shut up and clean your hands before cooking,” Connor snapped at me. “You’re not giving Kendall food poisoning due to your poor hygiene.”

“I keep everything spotlessly clean, I promise.” I winked at Kendall. “He’s just mad because you haven’t kissed him yet.”

“What?” I watched her rise off my lap and fought the urge to pull her back down again. “So you mean if I’d just kissed Connor, he wouldn’t have been such a bastard to me?”

She walked along the couch and Connor followed her every move. Gage shook his head, snickering to himself as he started stacking ingredients on the kitchen counter.

“If you kissed me back then, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for more,” he told her, hands rising, but not ready to grab her until her hands went around his neck. I chuckled as that pinched expression of his faded the minute he was touching her. “Nothing.”

“Hold my brother’s head under water when we were swimming in the pool?” she asked, edging closer.

“He would’ve drowned on the first day.”

“Woke him up in the early hours of the morning to the sound of heavy metal music blaring?”

“Bloke would’ve been bleeding from the ears on the bus to school.”

“Mm…” She watched him with a speculative look in her eyes before darting a little closer. “That’s easy to say now. Talk is cheap. I think I need a demonstration.”

God, she knew exactly how to play us. Connor could never walk past a challenge and hers had him jerking her head down, his mouth smashing against hers. There was no softness, no sweetness in his kiss, just desperation.

“Better tell me how much of a demonstration you want,” he gasped between kisses. “Because I’m pretty damn motivated right now.”

Connor was always antsy after a fight. All that adrenaline had to go somewhere, and I was starting to have ideas. He kissed a line down her neck, all of us listening to her moan as I joined Gage in the kitchen. The big guy shot me a look and a dark smile. Connor always liked to micromanage everything, but the reason we had been friends for so long was because sometimes we stepped in and redirected his focus where it needed to go.

And right now that was on Kendall.

Tomorrow, I’d wake her up with breakfast in bed and maybe a long, leisurely shower. I’d drive her to work, make sure she got there on time, and then watch her work as I grabbed my morning coffee. I’d come back with her favourite food for lunch and maybe we’d sneak in a little date in her break time, but right now… Connor was kissing her with more and more ferocity as he sat her on the other side of the kitchen counter, right up until I reached up and dragged her backwards to lie against the marble. Her eyes rolled up to meet mine.

“Connor’s real hungry right now.”

“Oh.” The sensual haze started to fade from her eyes as she went to rise up, but I kept her where she was. “Maybe we should knock together a few toasties.”

“Not for food, sweetness.” I grinned slowly, willing her to understand. “For you.” My eyes flicked up to meet Connor’s. “Think you can eat that sweet little pussy until she comes before dinner’s ready?”

That grin told me everything I needed to know about my best mate. Connor nodded slowly, running his hands up and down her inner thighs.

“But Gage and I…” She swallowed. “I haven’t showered.”

“Three blokes, one woman?” I said. “Can’t get too fussed by cream pies. Spread your legs for me, baby.” She did so slowly, trying to watch Connor’s response, right before he sank down between her thighs. “That’s it.”

“Jesus…”

I’d seen Connor’s head spinning before, when he copped a smack to the head on the footy field, so I recognised that wide-eyed stare. He gazed on our girl’s most intimate flesh, then slid a thumb through her folds before licking it clean.

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