Page 55 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

“I said I love you, and I mean it,” whispered Kayden, stroking my face. “That won’t change no matter what happens. For now, though, we have to get through this. All of us.”

He screwed his hard body even tighter against me, driving himself so deep I wanted to scream. I grabbed his arms, feeling the raw power beneath them. And then I did scream, climaxing hard around all that beautiful thrusting, and Kayden was screaming with me.

“Fuuuuck…”

We buried our faces into each other’s shoulders at the penultimate moment, crying out against equal mouthfuls of warm, salty skin. The pleasure was intense and unbroken, eclipsing everything else in the path of its own totality. Our screams were muffled, but unsubdued.

Fuck!

It was good, so good… but better than good, too. In truth it was absolutely fucking fantastic. Toward the end I took his face in my hands, staring into his eyes as he planted the last few spurts of his seed inside me. In response I convulsed around him, squeezing him with my core. Further cementing the bond between us, before we passed out together, exhausted, in the dead of night.

And even in a house full of mercenaries and killers, everything was right in the world.

~ 32 ~

JOCELYN

Breakfast was controlled chaos; a streamlined jumble of pots and pans, of heat and wind and ovens opening and closing all around me. Side-stepping my trio of chef lovers was no small task, as they whirled to attend to everything simultaneously. They pulled out trays of biscuits, platters of bacon. Yet somehow there were also made-to-order omelets with dozens of different ingredients, all for men who were used to getting exactly what they wanted.

It was so busy that Evelyn neglected to side-eye me, even when I was accepting finished plates directly from Kayden. It should’ve felt strange, working alongside three men who’d taken turns sharing my bed mere hours ago. Instead, it gave me a feeling of satiation and superiority over the hungover brunette. It was growing more obvious that she was rapidly losing control, if she had any to begin with. But after last night with the boys, I’d been imbued with a confidence that, together, we could get anything done.

As the morning progressed, the Founders didn’t show up at the table. Either they’d chosen to sleep in, or they had much more important things to attend to. Raif stomped the hallways at double speed, punching his tablet, no doubt readying for the arrival of Roman Wynter. By lunch, the security around the manor was doubled. Everywhere I went, no matter what I was doing, I felt multiple pairs of eyes on me the whole way.

I returned to my room shortly after the lunch service, bone-weary but still charged with adrenaline. I’d kept my head on a swivel throughout the day. There were things I needed to tell the guys, important things, and the sooner I got to them, the better.

But first, a hot shower.

It was literally on my itinerary, believe it or not. In the hours before the all-important dinner service, I was to rest, shower, and change into the serving outfit for tonight. That outfit already hung in my closet, not far from my immaculately made bed. I wondered who had the unfortunate job of changing last night’s sheets. And whether or not that person noticed those sheets had been seriously, thoroughly fucked in.

The steam-filled shower felt baptismal, as I washed away the morning’s hustle and bustle. Clean and dry, I debated relaxing on my bed for a few minutes hoping one of the guys would find me. After just five minutes, I couldn’t sit still. I hopped up, slipped back into the outfit I’d just taken off, and used my keycard to throw open the door.

I was halfway through when I bumped into someone and screamed.

“OhmyGOD!”

Victor Knox stood in the doorway, leaning casually, both arms raised over his head. He smiled down at me and extended the same hand as before.

“Jesus, Emily,” he chuckled. “You really should watch where you’re going.”

Heart still in my throat, I allowed him to help me up. He looked me over, taking in my outfit.

“And where are you going in such a hurry?”

“Dinner service,” I lied immediately.

The big man grunted. “A bit early for that, no?”

“O—Obviously,” I stammered. “But the chefs are still behind from lunch, and I’ve been asked to help prep—”

“Yeah, I don’t believe any of that,” Victor snorted. His shrugged his way through another reptilian grin. “But whatever. Dinner service later. For now, you’re coming with me.”

He said it so casually, like me following him into the hallway was a forgone conclusion. I took two steps and hesitated, feeling queasy. Kayden’s words of warning echoed sharply in my mind:

Whatever you do, stay away from him.

“Let’s go,” Victor urged, annoyed that he had to stop and turn around. He cleared his throat, gruffly. “I need to show you something.”

“Show me something… where?”

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