Page 20 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

It wasn’t her laugh I was thinking about now though, as I snaked my arms over those smooth, supple thighs. I was thinking about how hot she felt, from the inside out. How incredibly wet and swollen Kayden had left her for me, and how uniquely amazing it felt to fuck her right after him.

When the guys told me they were going to meet an old friend, I’d been more than a little surprised. After all, we had work to do. Things to set up. Very specific and complicated plans to make.

Traps to lay…

Yeah, that too. All the more reason for us to keep on schedule, and begin working out the finer details of next week. Yes, we had time, but we’d only get one shot at this. And if we somehow managed to fuck it up…

Well, if we fucked it up, nothing much would matter after that anyway.

No, the last thing any of us needed was a distraction. Which is why I’d been shocked and surprised to find Kayden and Bishop had not only returned to the island with company, but with the most incredible, breathtaking woman I’d ever laid eyes on.

And to think I’d almost called it an early night.

Right now she was moaning beneath me, clawing the sheets with both hands as I plunged in and out of her. Jocelyn’s body was wholly amazing, but the noises she was making were even more so. She stared up at me with pursed lips and half-lidded eyes, reveling in the pleasure of being filled from within. Her body was that of a goddess. Beneath those long, beautiful lashes, her two hazel orbs were swimming with lust.

I should’ve felt bad, infringing upon the guys’ territory. After all, it was obvious they’d been trying to bed her most of their lives. And now here I was, buried balls-deep inside her, having known her for mere minutes instead of years. I’d even gotten into her before Bishop, for fuck’s sake.

Almost as if he heard my thoughts, Bishop shifted his body, twisting so he could feed his extremely impressive manhood into her wet, pouty mouth. And holy fuck, it was seriously hot. Not just because he was big enough to make the act nearly impossible, but because Jocelyn’s writhing, athletic body was now delivering pleasure at both ends… and of course, receiving its fair share, too.

The sight of it made me harder than I’d ever been.

I arched my back to get every last inch of myself inside her, as Bishop and I fell into a sort of slow, undulating rhythm. In the meantime, Jocelyn continued getting penetrated from both ends. She looked supremely sexy like that, letting go of the sheets and reaching those long arms overhead to receive as much of Bishop’s length as possible. The noises that she’d been making had changed. They were deeper now, more desperate and guttural.

Flip her over.

Bishop conveyed the order silently by making a twirling motion with one finger; a far cry from all the military hand signals we’d shared during our many deployments. Together, we turned her onto her hands and knees. Jocelyn didn’t miss a single beat, thrusting her ass high in my direction so I could mount her from behind. I sank into her gratefully, my hands curling into those amazing hips as she continued blowing her brother’s best friend.

Damn.

Shit, I’d never done this before. Had they? The way she took to it, it almost seemed like they had. Then again, the way they were talking said otherwise. Kayden and Bishop had been teasing this girl for most of their lives, and she’d been giving it right back to them. She’d always been off-limits, that much I knew. I suppose fucking your best friend’s sister wasn’t something you took lightly.

Jocelyn’s back arched, and suddenly she was in the throes of orgasm. In the moment, she was obscenely beautiful, twisting and turning and contracting around me. I savored the moment, watching her come, her beautiful eyes screwed tightly closed as she clawed the sheets with both hands again…

When I finally let go, it felt like my whole world exploded.

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JOCELYN

Through the haze of my own climax I watched as Andre pumped me full, the muscles of his delicious body flexing and twitching as he filled me up with slow, even strokes. We shared a contented smile before he finally withdrew, trailing a pool of his warm seed as he leaned forward to kiss me one more time.

When I looked down again, Bishop was already kneeling between my quivering thighs.

He had one hand wrapped around the enormity of his thickness. A moment later, he was using that hand to drag himself through my very slick, still-throbbing entrance.

Holy fuck.

His cock was lean and strong, and perfectly smooth. It curved up and then down, sort of like a rainbow, and I found myself wondering what kinds of amazing spots it would reach, deep inside me.

“Bishop?” I murmured hesitantly.

“I know.”

It was mesmerizing, watching him push eagerly — yet gingerly — into me for the very first time. If I hadn’t already been so warm and slick and obscenely wet, it might’ve taken forever.

“Easy…” I sighed, biting my lip.

Bishop worked slowly but patiently, taking his time pushing his way inside. Our eyes met, and his smile of victory and conquest caused me to return a sardonic smirk of my own. Even so, it didn’t stop me from bucking back to meet those first few slow, tentative thrusts.

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