Page 31 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

“Same,” I murmured back, scanning around. “This place is like a dream, though,” I sighed. “It’s like we’re still kids, playing house together, only in the most perfect place imaginable. It… it doesn’t feel real.”

“It’s real,” he assured me. The hands on my hips gave me a squeeze. “Thisis real.”

My gaze slipped down for a moment. I batted my eyelashes. “Is it?”

“Yes.”

“I’m worried.”

His eyes softened, in a way that made my heart melt. “Worried?”

“Worried that things might be different. That they might change.”

Kayden tilted his head, slightly. “You don’t want them to change?”

“No. Yes.” I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Joce—”

“I’m worried about this, too,” I said, motioning around. “You’re hosting some weird, secret party you can’t even tell me about. And Bishop is suddenly a chef? I know that’s not true. It makes no sense.”

I slid my hands over his, and looked up at him pleadingly.

“I’ve asked Andre, and he keeps changing the subject. And the scary part is Bishop won’t say a word about it. Do you know how hard it is to shut Bishop up? He runs his mouth all the time!”

“Oh, I know.”

“He talks abouteverything. Everything except this.”

Kayden’s eyes abruptly shifted. He reached behind me, grabbed the pan, and shook it to keep the bacon from sticking.

“Sorry. Chef thing.”

I shook my head, disinterested. “You’re changing the subject, aren’t you?”

His cobalt blue eyes were back on mine now. They were looking through me, into me. Melting my resolve.

“Jocelyn, this is a temporary gig. It’ll be over fast. And when it is—”

I kissed him, stealing his words away, ending whatever it was he might’ve said. Maybe I was afraid of what he was about to tell me. Or maybe I just didn’t want to know.

“Forget it for now,” I said, placing a finger against his lips. “Another time.”

Gently yet firmly, I pushed him away. He went reluctantly, his eyes lingering on my thong-covered ass as I playfully spanked it.

“Now get back to the couch, before I burn the bacon.”

~ 20 ~

JOCELYN

The BLT’s were of course delicious, as BLT’s always tended to be. I served them with grilled corn, a serious side of bending over, and generous amounts of cleavage. One by one I tucked their napkins in, giving each of the men a slow, sensuous kiss while the others looked on. Only then, with my blood pumping hotly, did I finally settle down to enjoy the fruits of my hard labor.

We ate and drank in relative silence, enjoying the softness of the music and the stillness of the night. Looking around, I still couldn’t believe I was here. Even now, after all these days, the entire mansion and everything in it seemed wholly surreal to me. Like some incredibly-detailed lucid dream I refused to wake up from.

But like all good dreams, it was unfortunately coming to an end.

The boys praised my meager cooking skills as I knew they would, and insisted upon clearing the table. I sat back and let them do it, watching happily as they washed the dishes and put the kitchen back to the way it was. I sighed contentedly, but in the back of my mind, the dread of inevitable detachment was creeping ever closer. Going home after this was going to be brutal, I knew. Not only did I still have to pick up the pieces of my shattered life, I had to do it while leaving this incredible, hedonistic paradise behind.

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