Page 101 of Borrowing My Bestie's Brothers

My heart hurt, beating hard in my chest, but weirdly, so did my dick. It hardened so fucking fast it hurt, then throbbed in time with my heartbeat. It felt like my heart was breaking, right as I felt a burning need to tear Hunter away and replace his lips with mine.

Or add mine to the mix.

It felt like someone dumped a bucket of ice cold water over me, the thought hitting me like a slap. Mum always came in and lectured us on the benefits of sharing when my twin and I were bickering over toys, but Jamie was no toy. I shook my head as if to dislodge that thought, then went to leave them to it. Of course, that’s when the two of them noticed I was there.

They blinked, like swimmers resurfacing, taking a moment to see me standing there, but when they did? Jamie looked stricken, her face going pale in a way that validated and hurt me all at the same time, but Hunter? He turned Jamie around, presenting her like a trophy that he’d won. My teeth locked together as he smiled.

“Evening,” my brother said, like this was any other day. He’d just come home after having a beer at work or stopping by the beach for a surf. “Didn’t think you’d be around.”

“I fucking live here, dickhead.”

My voice was pure poison, but it wasn’t just my twin I was pouring it on. Jamie shrank back, all that sweet receptiveness of moments before fading away. A dark, unworthy part of me was glad, but the other… I knew my girl was going through a tough time right now, so anything that made her feel better was good. I didn’t want to be the reason those shadows returned to her eyes.

“I should go,” Jamie said, going to pull away from Hunter, but he stopped her. I frowned, taking a step forward, and that just made his grin widened.

“No, you should stay right here,” he insisted.

“I don’t want to cause drama.” The way she pushed his arm away lightened my soul, but any relief I felt disappeared at the sight of her expression. Shuttered, that’s how I would describe it, as if every part of her was piled up and shoved behind her defences, everything she was, hidden away. “I’ll get a cab.”

“No.”

Hunter and I used to say the same thing all the time, something that made our families laugh, but it happened a lot less often now that we were adults. Each one of us was a separate entity with quite different personalities, and yet we both said the same word at the exact same time.

“No.” Hunter repeated the word with entirely different emphasis, his eyes dancing. “No, you shouldn’t do that. If you really want to go, if Hayden’s gonna crack the shits, then I’ll drive you home.”

“Or?” I asked, unable to stop myself from prompting him to say what was going unspoken. He didn’t answer me though, speaking to Jamie only.

“You told me to show you what I’ve got. What if we showed you what we’ve got?”

We…

The word seemed to stretch out, the syllable becoming nonsensical sounds inside my head as my mind struggled to grasp the implications. Jamie too, if her restless movements were anything to go by. I stared at Hunter, frowning as I tried to piece together what he was saying. It was easy on some levels. My hands ached from the memory of tracing Jamie’s curves, my tongue longing for another taste, so a scenario where both Hunter and I led her to my bed and then fell upon her like hungry wolves was not hard to imagine.

But my heart…

It was selfish, vicious, wanting to snarl like an angry dog at my twin and drive him back, away from the girl I wanted to claim as mine.

Only to break Jamie’s heart.

I swallowed, pushing aside my own self-absorbed shit for a second and then stepped forward. There was only one real opinion that mattered in this situation and that was hers.

“Is that what you want?” Being close to her, feeling the way salt and sand had crusted on her skin as I tipped her chin upwards, settled something in my chest. “Jamie?” Her eyes met mine, and that’s when I saw it–one part anger at being put in this situation, but also something else. An emotion that burned with the heat of a thousand suns.

Desire.

I fucking loved that look in her eyes. There was something greedy about her, wanting to just grab and gorge herself on us, only social prohibitions holding her back. I saw it on her face when she got me naked, forcing me up inside her. Jamie wanted to take and take.

And I wanted to give everything to her.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she replied.

“So don’t.”

Her eyes flicked back over her shoulder.

“I don’t want to make things complicated.” I wanted to tell her that we sailed past that point the moment the three of us realised we were all into Jamie, but that would’ve just given the little sensible voice inside her head more fodder to worry about. “If this is going to cause tension?—”

I glanced over her shoulder, meeting Hunter’s eyes for a second, making clear what I thought about his bullshit. He’d brought Jamie home knowing I’d be here, had to have anticipated that this was going to be an issue. And just like he always did, Hunter forced things to come to a head.

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