Page 54 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

“… ready for you.”

I looked up groggily as Kayden’s silhouette appeared in the darkness. He disrobed quickly, and slid into bed with me. His body felt cool against the warm, wonderful world beneath the blankets.

“Hi.”

I gave him my back, letting him mold his naked body against mine. Already he was rock-hard. I gasped as he pushed his manhood though my thigh gap, just as a big, strong hand slid between my legs.

“You’re full.”

“Uh huh.”

His hand was instantly coated in my wetness. His thick fingers, rolling around, were heaven.

“How many of my friends have come inside here so far?” Kayden asked, still playing.

“Two.”

“Damn,” he sighed. “Last again.”

I chuckled, then reached back to guide him inside me. “Yeah, well sometimes being last is fun.”

He pushed forward, burying himself deep, taking me to that special place again. Between Bishop and Andre, sleep had come in short snatches of sex-induced delirium. They’d taken me to climax, which of course made me sleepy, only to wake me again for a second round by nudging my thighs apart and making love to me all over again. It was hotter than hell, fucking them so casually and wantonly. And it was even hotter knowing they were taking shifts, not only in my bed, but also between my legs.

I lay back, thinking of all the wonderful things we’d done together in such a short time. The first time I’d slept with all three of them, I figured it was the apex of my sex life. That the situation was as good as it would ever get, and therefore I should make the most of it, because I’d never have something like this again.

But now…

Now I was enjoying them over and over, night after night. The four of us were building intimacy, on top of our friendships. And with practice — alotof practice — we were getting seriously good at what we were doing.

No, being with all three of them was becoming dangerously addicting. Physically addicting, sure, but emotionally addicting as well. With their arms and legs wrapped tightly around me, the boys gave me a sense of protection, of hope, of basic sanity. They represented safety and security, at a very turbulent and uncertain point in my life.

Kayden’s arm coiled even more snugly around my waist as he continued pumping me from behind. His lips were softagainst the skin of my neck. His hot breath, heavy against my ear.

“I can’t believe I actually have you.”

My heart was already soft. Now it threatened to melt.

“Why?”

“Because I always wanted you, Josie,” he breathed. “Shit, I’ve wanted you forever. But you were so off-limits, I’d given up hope.”

He rolled me onto my back, spreading me wide so he could fuck me slowly, sensuously. Our eyes met, and in the gravity of the moment we refused to look away.

“You have me then,” I purred, folding my thighs around his muscular flanks. “For as long as this craziness lasts.”

But Kayden shook his head, indicating disagreement. There was an all-new depth to his expression, as well.

“I want something beyond this,” he murmured against my lips. “Something more. Something that doesn’t end when this place ends. Something… well, something…”

“Something that’s never over?” I offered.

It was a frightening thing to say, but his eyes had given me the courage to say it. Kayden nodded, slowly. He looked happy and relieved.

“But Jason…”

“Will have to understand,” he said. “We’ll make him understand. Somehow. Some way.”

He kissed me, and I let those kisses drive away my doubts and fears. Whatever the future held for any of us seemed distant, and far away.

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