Page 27 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

My brother grunted, protectively. “Trust me, reality is overrated. Have you heard anything from dumb and dumber?”

“Hey!” I scowled. “You really gonna talk about your friends like that?”

“Not talking aboutthem,” he replied. “I was talking about your shit-for-brains business partners. You know, the fuckheads who ripped you off.”

“Oh.” My shoulders slumped in relief, just as my left calf muscle cramped up. I bent quickly to massage it. “Then the answer is no. I haven’t heard from either of them.”

“While we’re on the subject, how the hell are Kayden and Bishop?”

“They’re good,” I answered too quickly.

“Did they do the right thing?”

The muscle in my leg cramped even harder.

“What do you mean by—”

“Did they come by and take you out?” Jason asked impatiently. “Show you a good time?”

A good time?I chuckled to myself.I guess you could say that.

“Yes. We definitely had a good time.”

“Good,” Jason grunted again. “I mean, it’s pure dumb luck they happened to be in Greece at the same time as you. Pretty crazy, actually.”

“Yeah,” I murmured distractedly. “Crazy.”

I zoned out for a moment, scanning the beautiful lake I’d taken to jogging around for the past three mornings. Like everything else on the island, it was serenely perfect. Our days here had been filled with fun, exploration, swimming, shopping…

But our nights?

When it came to our nights, ‘crazy’ didn’t even scratch the surface.

I’d been taken in every room of the mansion, in places and positions that blew my mind. From the night we’d gone dancing and the boys stripped me down to my new lingerie, to last night when they’d had taken turns holding me down and plundering my body like pirates, I’d spent every waking moment soaked, sore, and swollen.

And I’d been just as insatiable when it came to jumpingthem… if not more.

As far as Kayden and Bishop, the gloves were off. The sexual floodgates had been thrown wide open for us, and I reveled in the twisted thrill that came with finally, at long last, fucking them. The way they kissed me, touched me, held me against them… it was obvious we were all making up for lost time. And it seemed they especially enjoyed taking me together, in front of one another. I saw the fire of competition in their eyes, as if the act of bringing me off was some kind of sport or contest between them.

Finally there was Andre, the gorgeous tattooed monster who got rough with me in ways that always soaked my underwear straight through. Bedrooms meant little when it came to him; he’d push me against the nearest wall and have his way with me, or pull my pants and panties down and fold me over whatever piece of furniture was handy. It got a little crazy, being fucked in the hallway, or screwed on the ottoman, or bent over the pool table in the mansion’s game room. At one point we rutted on some ancient couch in the library, the stubby wooden legs creaking so loudly I was sure it would fly apart at any moment. Staring up through the most beautiful plate glasswindow as he pounded away, I declared myself the luckiest girl in the world.

Sometimes my screams would attract the others, who’d join right in. Or sometimes they would just watch, hungrily, while waiting their own turn. Honestly, I didn’t know which was hotter.

“Joce?”

The point was, my brother had no earthly idea what the hell was going on. But my God, if he had even the slightest clue…

“Jocelyn!”

“Y—Yes?” I stammered.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“I— I uhh… no.”

“I said they’d better have taken you somewhere nice,” my brother grumbled. “Someplace fancy and expensive. I told them you needed to get your mind off what happened.”

“Oh, it’s off,” I agreed, a little guiltily. “More or less.”

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