Page 123 of Borrowing My Bestie's Brothers

But it wasn’t enough.

With my head out of the picture, my heart took the ball and ran with it. She was frustrated by all these layers of clothes, seeing them as yet another obstacle to get past. As a result, my fingers found buttons, tugged at hems, each small sliver of bare flesh tantalising until they took over.

“Something you need?”

Hayden was always the quieter twin, the more intense one, but right now I saw a whole other side of him. His cocky smile was a twin of Hunter’s in more than one way. The t-shirt was edged up, revealing his taut abs, but when I lunged forward, ready to tug it free, he took over, baring his chest to me and I claimed that surrendered ground. I couldn’t see to work out what to touch first, my hands moving restively over every inch of him. Then Hayden said the perfect thing.

“All yours.” He moved my hand more slowly across his chest. “I’m all yours.”

So there was no rush, that went unspoken. That didn’t explain the pressure in my chest though, nor the one building between my legs. I lunged forward, thrown there by the momentum of the car turning around a corner, my teeth scoring the skin of his neck and Hayden held me right where I was.

“Yes… Like that.”

I wanted to bite down, leave neat little marks in my wake, maybe even a bruise, because it would announce to the world something I could now admit. That he was mine, would always be mine, but instead I pressed a gentle kiss to his neck. Just breathing him in, I tried to regain my equilibrium, only to hear the metallic sound of a zipper being pulled down.

I felt like a wild animal going into rut, every sense on high alert as my head whipped around. Hunter smirked as he flopped back against the car seat, easing his cock out with theatrical slowness. Big, thick, swollen, and seeping precum, he gripped it roughly, then gave it a slow tug.

“Don’t mind me. I’m just enjoying the show.”

“Bloody hell, I’m trying to get us home in one piece and without the cops pulling us over,” Brock growled, but his expression changed as I twisted to meet his eyes in the rear vision mirror. He was staring at me for far too long, taking in my swollen lips, my shining eyes with a faint look of hopelessness. He didn’t want to be responsible, to drive us home. He wanted to be here with us. Some part of me gloried in that need– it made me feel so much better about my own–because they didn’t know. I’d tried to keep a lid on things for a reason. It felt like there was a gaping maw in my heart that no amount of love could fill.

But I had to try.

He watched me shift in my seat, one eye on him as I kissed Hunter, then Hayden. I heard the sound of Hunter’s strokes growing faster, even as Hayden moaned. But it was when Hayden pushed my shirt up, baring my shockingly hot skin to the cool air, then pushed the cups of my bra up and over my breasts, that he slammed his foot down on the brakes. The sound of other car horns had Brock parking the car roughly on the side of the road.

“What the fuck are you lot doing?” he snapped, turning around and staring us down.

“Looks like Dad is mad,” Hunter snickered.

“You’re going to cause an accident.”

“Only because you’re wanting to grab your gear stick and not the car’s,” Hayden replied.

“Jamie, in the front.”

Brock was going into full dad mode, but I kinda liked it, so I pulled away from Hayden and crawled through the gap between the two front seats. He watched my breasts shift as if hypnotised. I kept that attention as I slid into the passenger seat and put my seat belt on. My t-shirt was tugged down lest we flash our fellow travellers, but right as Brock went to ease the car back into traffic, my hand snaked sideways. First to land on his thigh, feeling it tighten beneath me, then my fingers went to his zipper.

“Jamie…” His strangled voice had the twins laughing.

“You thought you were going to keep our girl in order by putting her up next to you?” Hayden said, leaning forward. I turned and kissed him as my hand pushed down the front of Brock’s jeans. It was hard to remember who I was kissing and whose dick I was stroking in that moment.

“Fuck…” Brock hissed, his hips bucking up to meet my every stroke. “You’re gonna have me crashing the fucking car.”

“And what a way to go.” Hunter appeared beside Hayden, watching everything I was doing with a lazy grin.

“If anyone’s going to ‘go,’ it’ll be at home,” Brock ground out.

I tightened my grip on his shaft, swivelling my hand slowly up and down his entire length to the sound of his groan.

“Then we better get home quick.”

He put his foot to the floor then, speeding down the road, taking corners fast, the whole ride a blur until he drove into his garage. As the car fell silent, he dragged me up and out of my seat and into his lap, the horn blasting loudly as my butt was pressed against it. Brock didn’t seem to care, kissing me harder and harder before the driver’s seat door was wrenched open.

“Tonight is for all of us,” Hunter said, “and just us. Not the neighbours that we’re disturbing with that bloody awful noise.” I was plucked out of Brock’s grip and then hoisted up into Hunter’s arms as he carried me towards the door. “Been waiting for this moment for so damn long.”

“It feels right,” Hayden agreed.

“Let’s not screw it up then.” Brock unlocked the door and then bent down to kiss me, the strange feeling of being wedged between him and Hunter making me think of all the other moments we could enjoy just like this. “You walk in this door, there’s no walking back out again. It means you’re in, Jamie–all the way in.”

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