Page 22 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

JOCELYN

It was an easy thing, slipping out of the manor mid-morning, while the boys slept late. I found my clothes and gathered my things, then jogged the three-quarters of a mile back to the dock. The sleek cruiser was exactly where we left it, tied off in two places. It looked strangely innocent now, bobbing gently against the rising sun.

For a mischievous moment I considered unmooring it and starting the engine. But I knew very little about boats, and even less about which direction would take me back to Mykonos, and therefore, my hotel room.

Instead, I used my phone to call for a water taxi and shared my location.

I sighed wearily, then sat down to dangle my legs over the edge of the dock and reminisce about last night’s events. With each passing moment they seemed less tangible, less real, and so very far away.

That is, until I shifted, and the pleasant soreness between my legs reminded me otherwise.

Holy shit, Jocelyn.

Holy shit, indeed. The past twelve or fifteen hours had been absolutely legendary, in every way. I’d broken rules. I’dshattered taboos. I’d done things that I’d never imagined I’d get to do, with people who were strictly off limits.

And I’d done them all eagerly, recklessly, again and again. Like I just couldn’t get my fill.

Thoughts of last night came floating back, making my stomach go tight. My gorgeous hosts had taken me over and over in that random bedroom, from in front and behind. One at a time. Two at once. Three…

My God… three!

It went on for what seemed like hours, and maybe it was. The boys fucked me on the bed, on the floor, on the smooth surface of the beautiful antique dresser. I was bent over the mattress, or pressed cheek-first into the headboard, or even shoved up against the wall. I gasped as they suspended me in the air with my legs pinned back; two of them holding me from either side, while the third buried himself between my thighs and pounded me into joyful oblivion. The feeling of weightlessness while being fucked was indescribable, the depth of penetration overwhelming. I screamed out in sheer ecstasy, throwing my head back as I came so hard I nearly lost consciousness.

Everything came in bits and pieces after that. Small clips of depravity so hot, so deliciously gluttonous, I felt like the star in my own private porn movie. I did anything and everything they wanted, and the totality of my consent left me flush and breathless. There were times I was so drunk on my own excitement, I could barely process what was happening to me. But other times, I knewexactlywhat was going on.

I could remember Kayden, railing me from behind. Andre, sliding my legs over his broad, beautiful shoulders and just going to town on me. His skin was so dark and tan, his faceso impossibly handsome, I nearly melted as his eyes fixed on mine. I spread for him eagerly, smiling back as he added a sly wink.

But it was Bishop — and the giant piece of machinery between his legs — whoreallytook things to the next level.

At one point he’d stood me at the edge of the bed, my body bent forward as he plowed me without mercy. Hands on my shoulders, he pulled back on me to force himself deeper and deeper… all while Kayden knelt before me, feeding me from the front.

They sandwiched me snugly between them, making it all a thousand times hotter. Kayden’s manhood was so far down my throat I could barely take it, while Bishop’s thrusts were screwed so tightly against my ass they were touching places inside me I didn’t know existed. My heart was thundering as they switched off, rotating in a hot, sweaty circle to get Andre in the mix. In my arousal, I felt shameless. The noises I made as they speared into me, wicked and without equal.

The fact I didn’t even know Andre made the whole thing even better for me. Fucking a complete stranger was naughty, dirty, totally wanton. It was something bad girls did, or slutty girls, or girls who didn’t care who climbed between their legs because all they were focused on was pleasing men or getting themselves off.

And yet I trusted Andre implicitly, in this weird, strange way. Maybe it was because I knew Bishop trusted him, but it was also in his demeanor, his aura, his general vibe. Each time he guided himself between my thighs, I bucked my hips to meet him, burying him deep. I enjoyed kissing him, slowly and soulfully, especially that first time. I loved staring at his ridiculously hot tattoos, or looking deep into his eyes throughthose first dozen or so strokes that ultimately, irrevocably, made us lovers.

In the end I pushed them on their backs and rode them, one by one, until I’d finished them off with my hips. We fell asleep in a sex-soaked pile, then sometime in the middle of the night I was woken up by Kayden and fucked all over again. Our movements eventually roused the others; who just like Kayden had woken up hard as iron. Groggily they took turns satisfying themselves between my warm, sleepy thighs, before passing out again with their arms and legs wrapped around me.

I’d stirred awake in the morning light feeling thrashed but exhilarated. It took some doing to extract myself from the musky tangle of skin and sinew, but now here I was.

Yeah. Here you are.

Movement on the horizon snapped me out of my little daydream. I stood up and waved at the approaching water taxi, which was one I’d used earlier in the week to island hop when I got bored. In that moment I realized I regretted nothing. Kayden and Bishop were still my lifelong friends, and always would be. And Andre — though I might not ever see him again — would remain a pleasant little forever memory.

As the smiling captain helped me into the boat, I looked back one more time at the empty road. I was half certain the guys might roll up on me at the last minute. Instead, we cast off without interruption and began the trip back to Mykonos. At this early hour, the water was just like glass. A gentle zephyr buffeted me for the entirety of the trip, as we passed charter boats, windsurfers, and fishing vessels.

By the time I reached the dock I was still in a daze. I picked my way back to my hotel on tired legs, took the mother ofall hot showers, then plopped backwards into the bed, to stare at the ceiling.

I was just about to close my eyes when there was a sharp knock at the door.

“No way.”

I bolted upright, still in my bathrobe. I’d been here twenty minutes. Tops. There’s no way they could’ve—

Instead of speculating, I bounced up and crossed the room. A quick glance through the peephole showed the concierge — the same pretty brunette who’d brought me food a few times before. I opened the door for her, and smiling brilliantly, she handed me the most beautiful flower arrangement I’d ever seen.

“There’s a card too,” she grinned.

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