Page 32 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

In every way I could think of, it just wasn’t fair.

At the same time though, it had to be this way. Whatever we had here on this remote, magical place needed to remain here; for the sake of everyone’s sanity. We couldn’t bring it back with us. As much as I wanted to believe it, perhaps even indulge in it, the veil of secrecy required would always be gossamer thin.

No, it was far too dangerous. We had the rest of tonight to make the best of it. Tomorrow morning, perhaps. But beyond that—

“Hey…”

I looked up, right into the smoldering green eyes of Andre. The hulking giant towered over me, his muscled arms dangling like two lethal weapons. One of them, I noticed, was wrapped with a ribbon of scar tissue. From this angle, he made me feel very small, and very insignificant. And also, very, very wet.

“I noticed there’s only one thing on the dessert menu,” he said, tapping it.

“Umm-hmm.”

“Well, I want it.”

I smiled, coyly. “Now?”

“Right now.”

Shifting my hips, I let my legs fall open.Allthe way open.

“Then come get it.”

That’s how the night started, with the boys carrying me upstairs to devour me whole. Serving me for dessert was my own little selfish fantasy, and they fulfilled it by laying me down, spreading me open, and taking turns ravishing me with their hotmouths. There wasn’t a moment I wasn’t gasping, or moaning, or screaming someone’s name. My fingers hurt from clutching the sheets or squeezing the backs of their heads, in hopes of driving their plunging tongues deeper and more fully inside me. I came multiple times, gushing against acres of handsome, beautiful stubble. In the end I was left dizzy and delirious, my chest heaving. Someone handed me a bottle of water. I sat up on my elbows and drank it down, letting my eyes readjust to the dim light of the bedroom, which happened to be mine.

And then they were on me again, taking me. Sharing me. Spitroasting me hotly from both ends, while twisting and turning my body to meet their every whim and need. There was muscle everywhere. Strong arms and thick thighs, and taut, yummy-looking buttocks, pumping away. The boys bent me over each other’s laps without hesitation, kissing and holding me while I was fucked roughly from behind. I thrashed my head around, totally in heat, and when I whipped one of them in the face with my hair, someone found a hair tie and put it back in a ponytail. And from that point on, to my joy and happiness, they took turns pulling that ponytail while dogging me from behind.

Kayden came first, kissing me throughout our mutual orgasm, holding my face in his calloused hands until I was whisked cruelly away. I was picked up as if I was weightless and set carefully down on Bishop’s enormous erection, which felt more like an impaling than anything else. I spread my hands over his chest and rode him until I was sweaty and breathless and on the verge of another monster climax, at which point the stars of my universe exploded with the fury of a thousand suns.

And that was only the beginning.

The wind picked up as the night progressed, mirroring the events in the bedroom. The beautiful night that had startedso calm and tranquil had grown into a swirling, churning storm. Rain pattered against the windows, rattling the glass as my lovers buffeted my body. My ruined stockings hung in tatters against my quivering thighs, torn eagerly apart by three men desperate to prove themselves between my legs, this one final time.

Over and over they used me, handing me off to each other as the storm increased in intensity and lightning streaked the sky. The best part was that I let them. It was thrilling just to betheirs, so fully and completely, my writhing, naked body ready and eager to fulfill their every whim. For the rest of the night, I became their toy. Their plaything. My swollen, dripping body belonged entirely to them, and I desperately wanted them to use it as their own personal playground.

In the end it was Andre, pumping me deep, my legs spread, crushing me beneath his weight. The kissing was frenzied, our hot breath intermingled. Our bodies were a tangle of heat and skin as he surged forward one last time, crying out through a series of sexy grunts and growls as he buried his seed inside me.

Ohhhhhhh…

I hooked my ankles to draw him even deeper, enjoying the fullness of our connection. In that moment the whole thing felt so primal, so animalistic. Like he’dmatedme instead of fucked me. Bred me like a stallion breeds a mare; for the purpose of procreation, and in the heat of it all I imagined getting pregnant by him, or by one of the others. The very idea of carrying a baby sewn by the seed of three hot men sent shockwaves of excitement rippling through me, and those shockwaves heightened my orgasm. When I came down I wasleft spent and breathless, legs quivering, in a warm puddle of sex.

~ 21 ~

JOCELYN

“What do youmeanmy flight is canceled?”

The short-haired woman behind the counter looked only mildly sympathetic. “I’m sorry ma’am,” she said hurriedly. “All flights are canceled, at least for the time being. The storm knocked our computers out for several hours, and—”

“But they’re back up now,” I pointed out.

“Yes,” she agreed. “But there’s another front moving in. Wind gusts put weather conditions at levels too dangerous to operate. You’ll get a text or phone call as soon as we know your flight time.”

I scanned the arrival and departure board for the twentieth time, hoping that something had changed. Everything was still red. The bag slung over my shoulder suddenly felt like it was filled with cement.

“Do you have any idea how long—”

“Flights will resume as soon it’s safe,” she interjected.

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