Page 67 of Messing With My Brother's Best Friends

Gage answered by pushing past me and walking into the room, then glancing back at the others.

“Need another mattress in here.”

“What?” They didn’t bother asking me, leaving the room again, only to return with a mattress and base. I watched numbly as my boxes were moved to one side then the other bed was set up beside mine.

“Need to make adjustments to the frame we were working on.” Connor nodded to himself before shooting me the most dazzling smile. And where the hell had that come from? “One that will fit two mattresses easy.”

“Or we get one of those custom made ones.” We all stared at Van as he shrugged. “I admit, I might’ve done a little research.”

“Hang on,” I said, feeling like the fire alarm was still ringing, because what else was that sound in my head? “What’re you talking about?”

“This.” Gage scooped me up only to lay me down in the centre of the bed. Van jumped on as well, arranging pillows behind my head as Connor flicked out a sheet to cover me. It was kind of like a kid’s night-time ritual, but y’know, sexy and adult. Gage settled down beside me, staring with a smirk as the others found a spot on the bed. “Been dreaming of holding you in my arms for too long. Not gonna miss an opportunity to do that now.”

They seemed so… settled, snuggling in one by one, while I started to stiffen.

“Hang on, I can’t go to sleep like this.”

“Can too,” Van argued sleepily.

“I need a shower. I’m all sticky.”

“Maybe… don’t?” I looked over to find Connor’s eyes staring into mine as he placed a hand on my stomach. “Gotta admit, the idea of you full of my cum—”

“Don’t fucking start talking about that.” Van’s voice was muffled by his pillow. “You’ll have me boned up and aching all night.”

“I mean, if it’s uncomfortable, then jump in the shower,” Connor continued.

“Thank you for permission?” I replied, my brow creasing.

“But if it’s not.” There was something almost sneaky about the way his hand slid up my thigh; though if he thought he was fooling the others, he was mistaken. Gage pulled my top leg up and over his, opening me up so Connor could slide a single finger up inside me, not to get me off but to collect some of the residue he’d left, only to pull his finger away so I could inspect it. “Nothing fucking hotter than knowing part of me is deep inside you all night.”

I didn’t know why I did it, licking his finger clean when he brought it to my lips. Probably because the complex mix of salt, sweet, and tang was a perfect reflection of what had gone on between us, and by consuming it, maybe I’d start to understand what the hell this was. He grinned when his finger popped free, kissing the residue off my lips before pulling me close.

“Sleep, Kendall. I’ll take you to work in the morning.”

“I’ll make you breakfast,” Van promised.

“And I’ll make sure you get clean before you get ready.”

I glanced over my shoulder, seeing Gage’s wicked grin in the low light. He was like the monster I imagined lurking in the corner of my room when I was a kid: terrifying, but for entirely different reasons. Because when the light was flicked off and darkness settled over us, they moved in close, wedging me between the lot of them.

Like I belonged there.

But did I? They’d confessed to pining for me for all of these years, to planning a whole life for the four of us, but I… My mind raced, not ready to rest now, not when a post-mortem of what had gone down with Finn could be carried out. My brows drew down tighter and tighter as I recalled everything that had happened.

“Sleep, Kendall…”

Connor’s command was delivered in a drowsy tone, and I nearly snorted in the face of it. That was not how shit worked. He didn’t just get to tell me… I didn’t get to finish that thought, slipping into sleep, only to dream of frustrating, confusing struggles with my brother and my parents just looking on.

Having three guys in bed might be hot when you were having sex, but it was just sweaty and gross in the middle of summer. I jerked, tried to roll over, and found myself pinned completely to the bed by several heavy bodies. A groan, a wriggle, and then a judicially applied elbow had my captors finally freeing me, only for me to emerge bleary eyed from the sheets to the siren scent of bacon.

Holy morning glory, Batman.

Connor had flopped back on the bed, completely naked, and I saw exactly what had been whispered about in the girl’s change rooms all those years ago. Not quite as solidly built as Gage, but all of those lean muscles were thrown into sharp relief by the grey light of dawn filtering through the curtains. And there, curled along one thigh was the cock that I still felt an ache for.

Boy was hung.

Not as thick as Gage, thank the gods, but still long, hard, and getting harder by the second. It was as if it was partially sentient and it noticed me inspecting it and decided to put on a show. The veins along the shaft started to grow more prominent, the dark-red head starting to poke out from beyond his foreskin, more appearing with every twitch. I knew what it’d feel like if I threw my leg over his hips and decided to wake him up real nicely, all of the best spots he’d hit with every down stroke. Shit, I even knew what his sleepy smile would be like, his long lashes fluttering then flicking open as he saw what was happening. He’d shoot me this sweet smile, his grumpy shit coming much later, and that was what had me moving.

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