Page 105 of Borrowing My Bestie's Brothers

She was moving faster, her strokes ragged and truncated, as if she didn’t want me to pull out as far. I was stroking over something that was making her feel good I was willing to bet, so my hands moved of their own accord, correcting her positioning. If she arched her back, she’d feel the head of my cock digging in right where she needed it, and her strangled squeal made that clear. Everything got a whole lot wetter, making it easier for me to move.

“Fuck… fuck…”

Was that Hayden panting or me? His hands shook as he stroked her hair, unable to look away for a second, trying to hold on, but he didn’t know how close she was. Her cunt snapped tight, stopping me from going too far away. I wouldn’t, not for a second, not until this.

“Mmph…!”

One helpless little cry was all the warning we got as she went rigid, and that’s when my whole world fell into disarray. The bed, the room, everything, faded away, my focus entirely on her. The way she softened, then clamped hard. I didn’t just come, she dragged the seed from my balls, demanding it as tribute, a wave of euphoria rushing through me with every pulse.

When my awareness of the room returned, it was to one filled with panting breaths and the stink of sex. I scooped Jamie up then, holding her against my body as Hayden rushed forward. He grabbed her face, kissing her between sucking breaths, unable to stop touching her. I knew exactly how he felt, my own hands tracing the lines of a body that had given me so much pleasure, my only hope that she’d experienced the same. But cradling her body, holding her, it felt just as good if not better than coming. Right now she was here with me, the sound of her frantic heartbeat competing with mine.

And Hayden’s.

I didn’t really want to look at my brother. One, because he was fucking naked, and while we stripped off to get in and out of wetsuits all the time, that wasn’t anywhere near as intimate as this. Two, because now we were spiritually and emotionally naked, as well as physically. He couldn’t hold it back, the way he felt about Jamie, staring at her like he couldn’t believe he had the right to be here, and I knew exactly how he felt. It was only when she groaned and fell down on the bed that I sprang into action. Feeling my cock slide free of her had my fingers flexing, wanting to claw her back, but I couldn’t. Nothing freaked Jamie out more than someone getting possessive with her.

Which is how I knew this would work.

Me, Hayden, Brock, we could orbit her like we were planets and she was our sun. Sometimes we’d crash into her, but most of the time, we’d just form this ring around her, keeping her safe. We’d been doing it for some time now, and there was a relief that came from being able to at least partially acknowledge that. So instead of pulling her close, I disappeared up the hallway, grabbing a hand towel from the linen cupboard before returning to clean up.

“Damn…”

There was no trace of that former tension in her voice now. She smiled up at me, her eyelids half closed, looking lazy, sated.

“How we doing?” I asked, working in a series of soft but thorough strokes to clean up the mess. “Sometimes girls are a bit sore afterwards.”

“Not sore.” Hayden let out a breath then, shooting me a meaningful look. “Just well used. God… That was incredible.”

“Almost sounds like you want to go another round,” I said, eyeing my twin right back. We’d both blown our loads, but we’d recover fast for Jamie.

“Maybe…” Her eyelids were fluttering, I could tell her brain was ready to rest, but her body? Her hips pulsed softly in time with my strokes, making me toss the towel aside and replace it with my thumb. I brushed it against her clit, featherlight, until she sighed rather than jerked away. Not too sensitive then. With a little more pressure I worked the hood of her clit back and forth. “Mm…”

That exhausted sound of pleasure was everything, because despite being balls deep in her moments ago, it was now that I felt truly connected to Jamie. All her defences were down and she just was. That’s why my thumb moved faster. I wanted to draw this out, until all the bullshit of before was gone and there was only this room, this pleasure.

Just us.

As always, my twin understood the assignment, moving in closer and stroking her hair, watching her eyes fall closed as her breath started to even out, broken only by sporadic little hitches as arousal fought the need to sleep. Jamie and I had watched the sun drop slowly into the sky, and in some ways, that’s what this was like. An endless golden moment that moved to its final resolution in increments we couldn’t see, not until her hips jerked. Just little gentle washes of pleasure until she let out a long sigh and then went limp against the bed, a tiny little snore indicating that she’d finally fallen asleep.

“Fuck…” Hayden whispered to himself, taking the word out of my mouth. “What if it was always like this?” His eyes met mine, and wariness and desire fought an uncomfortable battle there. “What if she slept here every night, in our bed.”

“Our bed?” I asked with a grin.

“My bed,” he corrected, but it was too late.

“No, you had it right the first time.”

I stared him down, because while he might be struggling to get his head around this, I wasn’t. I could see exactly how it could be. Polyamorous relationships weren’t really common, but they happened. I was willing to read every damn article about the topic if that’s what would make Jamie lose her reservations about us. We’d gone into this intending to make her choose, but that was never going to be fair. Jamie was part of our family, and that meant all of us McDonald boys would always be there for her in whatever capacity she allowed.

Because we loved her.

Each in our own ways, we loved this girl and we never wanted to let her go. I slid down on the bed behind her, wrapping my body around hers, watching Hayden do the same on her other side.

“We’ve always had each others’ backs.” I raised my fist and he reached across and bumped knuckles with me. “And now we’ve all got Jamie’s. Together we can be everything she needs.”

“Everything she needs.” Hayden nodded then, rolling over to face her before burying his face in her neck. I knew then he was breathing in her scent, feeling her skin against his lips. “Yeah, maybe you’ve got it right.”

Chapter 48

Jamie

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