Page 15 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

Fuck…

His hands glided over my ass, and I gasped into his mouth as his fingers curled upward. They dug into my flesh with possessive excitement, as I moaned, whimpered, and kissed him back.

You’re sleeping with one of these men tonight,the voice in my head reminded me.They gave you the blindfold to take the guilt away. To make it easier for you to pick.

That part of it made sense of course, even if the rest didn’t. And so I surrendered, grinding my body into his, moaning and whimpering into Kayden’s hot mouth. Succumbing to the collective heat of having made out with three different guys in just as many minutes, as he reluctantly broke the kiss and floated away.

The whole thing was so hot it was molten. It was crazy. It was totally off the fucking charts.

And it was also, I realized,exactlywhat I needed.

“You can take that thing off now.”

The men stared at me expectantly as my eyes slowly adjusted to the purple-tinged moonlight. My body was still in shock, my mind bobbing happily in a sea of warmth and euphoria. I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life; breathless and dizzy, from all the kissing.

But even now, I still couldn’t choose.

“Well?”

I answered the question by swimming to the side of the pool. I hoisted myself out and began to towel off, fully aware of the three pairs of eyes crawling my topless, bikini-clad body.

“Maybe you boys should get out of the pool,” I suggested, bending strategically in their direction as I wrung out my hair. “And show me where the bedrooms are.”

I couldn’t believe I was doing this! But then again, a part of me could. I’d loved Kayden and Bishop for as long as I could remember, all throughout our childhood. And although I knew Andre for just part of an evening, my mind and body adored him almost as much.

“Let’s go,” I said, extending both my hands in their direction. “Take me somewhere warm and dry. I want a soft bed, and even softer pillows. I want to spread myself out, and get spectacularly laid.”

You could search the annals of history, going back to the dawn of mankind, and you’d still never find three men who shot out of the water faster than they did. Their towels moved frantically, racing to dry yummy acres of muscle before they closed in on all sides. Once again I asked where the bedrooms were. Bishop pointed, and I began strutting — not walking — in that direction.

“So who won, then?” Andre demanded, as I turned my back on them.

“Nobody,” I shrugged. “Or rather, everybody.”

“What do you meaneverybody?”he said, confused. “This was a contest. You were supposed to pick.”

My heart was a jackhammer, thundering away in my chest. Reminding me of how crazy it was, this thing I was about to do.

“You only said I had to pick a winner,” I smiled, turning to wink at them over my shoulder. “Looking back at you boys now, I don’t think anyone lost.”

~ 9 ~

JOCELYN

As it turns out, sometimes the best decision is not making any decision at all.

The long walk up the stairs and down to the bedrooms seemed to take forever. During the journey, I let the towel fall away. I even undid the little knot at my hip, allowing me to shed my still-wet bikini bottom, halfway up the steps. I was dry now, my skin cool. My long, swim-stretched body, gloriously naked.

But I couldn’t wait for them to see how warm and wet I was on the inside.

Damn, Jocelyn!

Was I taking the easy way out, in choosing all three of them? Sure. But did I really care?

Not a single, solitary bit.

I even considered how greedy I might look, opting to take on three men at once. But they were three men who wanted me badly. Three strong, powerful men, coiled like panthers and ready to pounce on me, pummel me, even devour me if I was lucky.

And in general, I’d always been kinda lucky.

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