Page 14 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

“What kind of contest?” I found myself asking.

Kayden lifted his hand from the water, clutching something in his fist. It took me a second to realize what it was.

The blindfold.

“Do you trust us, Josie?”

I swallowed hard, forcing away the lump in my throat. Somehow, I managed to nod.

“Good. Now turn around.”

I rotated slowly in the water, giving him my back. Two arms went around me, Kayden’s warm body spooning into me from behind as he tied the damp fabric around my already wet head. For a moment something thick and heavy brushed against my bikini-covered ass. But it was far too brief to enjoy it.

“Winner takes you to bed,” he whispered wickedly, his lips pressed against my ear. “Agreed?”

My God, my heart was pounding! I had no idea how I’d gotten here, or what was coming next. But deep down inside, I knew I was all in.

“No jealousy, then?” I had to ask. “No hating on me, or judging me, or telling Jaso—”

“No,” Bishop interrupted with a reassuring murmur. “None of that. We promise.”

Hot shivers bolted through me, lighting up every last nerve ending in my body. Long seconds ticked by. Eventually, I nodded.

“Okay.”

I floated tantalizingly between them in warm oblivion, utterly blind, my other senses once again heightened. But it was only for a moment. A pair of hands seized me by the waist, spun me around, and then pulled me in.

A split-second later, a hot, questing mouth was closing itself over mine.

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JOCELYN

The kiss was slow, deep, sensual — everything a kiss should be. But it was also hot and frenzied. The type of kiss that always came at the end of a long period of heated anticipation, when inhibitions eventually broke down and you finally took what you needed.

Kayden...I thought to myself.Or Bishop.

Of course, I’d kissed Kayden before. I could tell right away this wasn’t his kiss, and not only because I couldn’t feel the scratchiness of his beard. No, this was Bishop whose strong arms were now gliding around me. After all these years of flirting and teasing and dropping every sexual innuendo under the sun — most of it behind my brother’s back — we’d finally crashed through that final barrier keeping his lips from mine.

And it wasn’t just his lips, either. Bishop’s arms and legs engulfed me, embracing me, pulling me snugly against the heat of his hard, rippled chest. His tongue rolled hotly against mine as his hands slipped beneath me, cupping my ass, going places I’d always dreamt those hands might go, but never had the courage to actually make it happen.

I found my own hands wandering too. My fingers traced their way over his sexy shoulders and down his broad back, where they encountered the rough patch of scar tissue I’d noticed on Bishop earlier, while swimming. It looked like somekind of chemical burn; one he definitely hadn’t had when we were younger. It made me wonder where he’d been. What kinds of things he’d seen, or encountered while—

“Alright,” grunted Kayden. “Time’s up.”

Before I knew it I was ripped away, then pulled into a second pair of arms. These arms were bigger. Thicker. Impossibly large.

Andre.

It was obvious even before his lips crashed into mine, those giant hands eliciting waves of shivers as they roamed up and down my mostly-naked back. I gasped when Andre untied my bikini top with surprisingly deft fingers, then lifted the shoulder straps over my head, let them drop down between us, and then went back to kissing me topless.

And his kisses were so explosive, they were damn near apocalyptic.

Andre hooked his legs around mine, drawing me in. One hand went to my chin, his fingers delicately guiding me through the intensity of our make-out session. The other went straight to my breasts. He cupped one and then the other, dragging his palm tantalizingly over my erect nipples as he kissed me. When he began rolling his thumb in gentle, insistent circles over my areola, I nearly lost my fucking mind.

“Switch.”

I was pulled away again, and floated straight into the arms of what could only be Kayden. The second he started kissing me, memories came flooding back. Our lips rolled slowly, our tongues dancing together in a familiar rhythm. His hands settled into places that my body remembered, even though the one time we’d fooled around was so many years ago.

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