Page 25 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

“Make you forgetallabout what happened,” added Bishop. “At least for a little while.”

I tried to swallow. The lump in my throat had other ideas, though.

Four days before your flight leaves, I thought to myself. Damn. It seemed like an eternity.

And four whole nights.

Holy fucking shit.

I could feel myself turning redder by the second, totally flush with heat. My stomach was a twisting, molten mess.

Five days ofthem.

“Same rules, then?” I found myself saying. “Nothing changes?”

I looked pointedly at Kayden and Bishop. Their heads bobbed silently.

“And you,” I added, my eyes lingering hungrily on Andre. “After this, I guess you go back to whatever corner of the world you’re from, and whatever you were doing?” I stopped abruptly and sighed. “Shit. I don’t even know your last name.”

“It’s Bowman.”

I clapped my hands playfully over my ears, to simulate blissful ignorance. Of course, it was already too late.

“I’ll think about it,” I lied, straight to their faces. “I guess it all depends on how much fun you show me tonight.”

“Fun?”

I stood up and smoothed my sexy new dress against my thighs. Their eyes were already devouring me as I placed my hands on my hips.

“I’m eager. I’m restless. I want to have fun.”

Reaching up deliberately, I pulled one hand slowly through my hair.

“Plus, yes, I’m horny as hell.”

For once, all three men were completely speechless. But they were all grins.

“There’s a place downtown called Scarpa, ” I nodded in the direction. “It’s right on the water.”

Bishop nodded. “I know it. You can hear that place from two miles away.”

“Take me there.”

~ 16 ~

KAYDEN

In the soft leather shadows of the sedan’s back seat, my hands roamed everywhere at once. They traveled unhindered over her amazing curves. My fingertips traced the soft expanse of her exposed skin, alight with heat and fire.

But as the gravel crunched beneath us, all I was really focused on were those soft, beautiful lips.

They’d been drawn back at first, in that cute little pout that had haunted me throughout our childhood. But right now, those lips were pressed tightly against mine. They were soft and wet, and quivering just slightly as our mouths moved as one. We were enjoying the feel, the flavor, the forbiddenness of it all, our tongues exploring without hesitation.

Kissing Jocelyn was sweet and special, but laced with the innocence of an all-new, uncharted domain. It was a good kiss — no, a great kiss. Maybe the best kiss of my life.

That is, until Bishop threw open the door.

“Alright, you two. Get a room.”

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