Page 95 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

“He’s not going to take it lightly,” I murmured.

“Jason hasn’t gone through what we’ve gone through together,” Kayden pointed out, “and come out the other side.Yes, we’ll have to cross that bridge eventually. But there’s no way we’re letting you go.”

“Not unless youwantto go,” Andre added.

They stared at me expectantly, perhaps envisioning a world where I’d actually say no. Maybe, on some level, they thought I might.

“I don’t want to go,” I practically whispered. “I… I want…”

I swallowed hard, then pointed at the three of them.

“I wantthis.”

A great weight lifted from my shoulders. But also from their own.

“But I’m scared,” I added.

“Of us?” chuckled Bishop.

“Of losing you. Of admitting how much I love this, and then wanting it, and then… well…”

They closed the circle, floating closer to me in all directions. It was almost like they’d been giving me space, letting me decide. But that was over now.

“You’re never going to lose us,” Kayden murmured softly. Reaching out, he slid one long arm around me. “We’re yours, Josie. We belong to you.”

He kissed me, and I swear I saw stars. Reluctantly and temporarily, I pushed those stars away.

“But do youreallywant to share a girlfriend?” I couldn’t help but ask. “All three of you?”

“Why?” asked Andre. “Don’t you like it?”

“I love it! But it doesn’t seem sustainable. It’s… it’s too greedy. I—I don’t deserve it.”

Andre pulled me in now, his hands on my hips. His face was serious, solemn.

“After what you did for us back there,” he jerked his chin over his shoulder, “you deserve everything in the world. You put your life on the line for us, without hesitation. That makes youoneof us.”

The others nodded, underscoring the sanctity of the moment.

“But what if you want more than me?”

He shook his head. “We don’t.”

“What if you want more than the three of us?” asked Bishop.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’snevergoing to happen.”

Andre kissed me, and this time I saw whole universes. His hands slid past my waist, gliding warmly over my naked ass. He squeezed me, possessively, and in that moment I knew where I belonged.

“I just… I just want it to be fair,” I murmured, when the kiss finally broke. “For you boys, I mean.”

“But it is fair,” argued Andre. “It’s been open season onthis, in case you haven’t noticed.” Beneath the waters, he gave me one last squeeze. “And you haven’t once batted a pretty little eyelash.”

He passed me to Bishop, who folded me into his arms. I was getting dizzy, in more ways than one.

“You were made for us,” he whispered, “in every way. No one else can have you. You’re too fucking perfect.”

Tingles swept me as he pressed his lips to mine, his hot tongue rolling through my eager mouth. They all swam closer, until I could feel the heat of their arms and legs. Their hands touched everywhere, fingers roaming. A pair of lips dragged lightly along my neck. Another mouth closed over my shoulder…

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