Page 13 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

They floated around me silently, without an answer.

“Tom Cruise?” I pressed. “Beyoncé?”

“No, it’s not like that at all.”

I squinted. “A political party, then?”

Churning their big arms to stay afloat, they eventually shook their heads. It was obvious they were somewhat uncomfortable, though.

“Fine,” I sighed dramatically. “Can you at least tell mewhenthis party is?”

“Yes,” said Bishop. “We’re not cooking for almost a week.”

“A week!” I cried in disbelief. “And they let you have this place until then?”

“Well, we have to get all set up,” said Kayden. “Go out to the markets, source the proteins and the rest of the produce. That’s where we were when we got Jase’s call.”

“So you figured you’d torture me,” I smirked, “with how amazing this place is?”

The two of them shrugged. “Since when have we skipped out on an opportunity to torture you?”

This time I splashed them, and soon they were chasing me across the pool. For the better part of the next hour we swam and played, laughing about old times. Kayden, Bishop and I had history between us. There were a whole lot of ‘do you remember whens,’ and ‘whatever happened tos.’ Yet Andre, for his sheer size and intimidating presence, had a distinct warmth about him that made him fit right in. His voice was deep and resonant, andwhen he talked his words sounded coated in honey. His smile was so friendly, it made me forget what I was about to say. And he was so damned amazing-looking, it tied my tongue in knots.

In just minutes, it felt like I’d also known him forever.

We ended up in the deep end, kicking our feet, the boys and I floating together again. Their legs brushed my legs, and the touch was electric. Hands and fingers occasionally grazed my hips or thighs, and I said nothing about it.

Fuck, Jocelyn.

I was in deep, and I knew it. All night long I’d been debating whether sleeping with one of my brother’s gorgeous best friends would be worth the eventual nuclear fallout. Halfway through the evening, I’d decided that yeah, it probably was. Maybe Jason would find out, or maybe he wouldn’t. Either way, I was through worrying about what other people thought. For once in my life, it was time to do something for myself.

The only question was, which one?

And then of course, there was Andre. Falling into bed with a big beautiful stranger like him would be so simple and effortless it was almost stupid not to do it. It would also solve the Kayden and Bishop jealousy dilemma; a problem that would almost certainly arise with whomever I didn’t pick.

Like the others, Andre had been flirting with me heavily all night. But I was just as afraid of choosing him, for fear of making the other twobothjealous.

I had too much of a good thing. Too many obstacles, between me and a well-deserved—

“So which one of our beds are you sharing tonight?”

The question dropped like another honey-coated trap from Andre’s perfectly-formed mouth. It was so blunt, so straight to the point, it left me momentarily breathless.

“Who said I was sharing?” I replied coyly. “You said there were a dozen bedrooms.”

“There are,” he shot back. “But only three that actually matter.”

My eyes shifted to Kayden, and then Bishop. Instead of sharing my surprise, they looked like co-conspirators in whatever was about to go down.

“We were thinking we should have another contest,” said Andre. “Since I missed the first one.”

We.There was that word again.

“But I’m not hungry,” I protested.

“Oh, you’re hungry,” Bishop murmured, his voice low and mischievous. “We’reallhungry.”

The pool’s light slowly glided from blue to violet, casting us all into deeper shadows. It happened silently, save for the gentle sound of water lapping against our bodies.

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