Page 102 of My Ex's Brothers

He leans up and kisses me, his hands settling on my ass, and I can feel the grumble of Dane beside me like an earthquake.

“I—”

“Bet you’d let me fuck you and this pretty pussy right here, in front ofcutelittle Dane, wouldn’t you?”

My mouth opens in shock and he laughs.

“Uh…”

“You don’t have to answer that,” Dane says with a grunt. “You know, since we’ve already fucked on this couch. He’s just jealous.”

“Jealous?” Richie bites out. “You think I’m jealous of you?” He scoffs.

“You talk a lot of talk, Richie,” Dane says.

“You think I wouldn’t fuck her right here while you watch? Maybe you’ll learn something, Dane.”

Dane throws the remote onto the table as he pulls me off of Richie, and everything is a blur.

“Stop, both of you!” I say in aggravation, but my cheeks feel flushed and my pussy is certainly in favor of the suggestion even if my brain is not.

“Sorry, Amelia,” Dane says, shooting Richie a glare as he crawls closer to me.

“I can’t handle this competition shit!” I hiss. “We agreed we needed to be open about if anything made us uncomfortable, right?” I ask.

Richie nods. “Are you uncomfortable right now?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No, I’m not. I’m only uncomfortable when you act like I’m your favorite toy and you can’t share.”

The words sink in and Richie grins devilishly, but I can see the sadness, the guilt in Dane’s eyes.

“Is that what you want, Amelia?” Richie grabs my chin, stroking my heated flesh. “You want us toshareyou?” His implications are crystal clear and I can’t deny the very word sends a jolt to my overactive pussy.

Seriously, when did I become so…so…

The word falls out of my mouth of its own volition.

“Yes.”

I meant that I want them to be able to share my attention, but before I can make such a distinction, Richie pulls me closer, sliding his expert hands underneath my shirt and tugging it up over my head in a matter of seconds.

“Well, I have no problem sharing you as long as I get to fill you up,” he says.

His lips find mine and I can’t help but groan. “Oh my God,” I say, and it’s only then I realize Dane is quiet. Too quiet.

Richie’s hands slide up my skin and he works to massage my breasts, and I look over to the side of me. I don’t miss the confusion in Dane’s gaze, or the prominent bulge in his pants.

I suck in a breath.

“You can leave if you’re uncomfortable,” Richie murmurs. “But I’m not going anywhere until my baby girl gets exactly what she deserves.”

Dane blinks as he adjusts himself. His voice is shaky as he catches my gaze. “What do you want, Amelia?” He asks the question as if he’s afraid of the answer.

“I want you,” I say honestly, reaching for him as Richard’s mouth travels up my neck. Dane grabs my hand and I pull him close. “I can’t explain it, I just?—”

“You want me?” he asks softly, his mouth inches from mine. “Right here? Right now?”

I nod as a flush of heat ransacks me and the truth of his words settles on me.

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