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The ripples of raw pleasure.

Next thing I know, I’m riding River on the conference table. My clit pressed against his groin. Another orgasm building. I’ve lost count. I don’t know where I am or what I’m doing anymore. All I know is the Hawthorne men have me. I am theirs at this single moment in time, and they are mine.

In this single moment in time, at least.

4

River

Tomorrow is Christa’s first day on the job, and I think I’m more excited about it than she is.

My brothers and I arrived early to the conference room. We still have a few minutes to burn before Alexandra Jones, a prospective partner for our green energy project, arrives. Nathan handles our coffees, while Cassius lays out copies of the business plan for each seat at the table. Our minds are elsewhere, though.

“She’s something else, isn’t she?” I ask, unable to stop myself from smiling.

“Who’d have thought?” Cassius mutters under his breath as he flips through the on-screen presentation to make sure all the slides are in order. “Christa Campbell. The girl who got away.”

“She was too young back then,” I say. “And we were still quite green. We were in two different worlds. It was different.”

“Christa is different,” Cassius says.

Nathan gives him a curious look. “You noticed?”

“What do you mean?” I reply, my gaze bouncing between the two. Cassius and I may be twins, but I’m not always able to read him as easily as people might think.

“Something happened in LA,” Cassius says.

“Yeah, you mentioned that during the interview. I’m not saying you’re wrong, I’m just wondering if it bears any weight on what’s happening between us.”

“It could bear weight, but we won’t know until she tells us exactly what happened.”

Nathan scoffs. “Overly cautious, as always. It’s Christa. Let’s chill for a bit. I’m sure it’s nothing nefarious.”

“Maybe,” Cassius says.

“I’ll consider it a blessing, nonetheless,” I say with a shrug. “Come on, Cass, we’ve always had a soft spot for her. Granted, it was easier to mask it under faux brotherly affection. We had her in the same bubble as Teagan, and she was off-limits. It’s obviously different now. For all of us.”

He nods in agreement. “She’s addictive, man.”

“And beautiful. And funny. And smart. I don’t know what happened in LA, but I think it made her who she is today.” I sigh deeply. “The fact that she is accepting of all three of us is rare, Cass. It speaks volumes. It’s about more than just luck here.”

“Do not call it fate,” Nathan groans and rolls his eyes at me.

I laugh. “It is kind of. And you know I’m allergic to this kind of stuff.”

“Christa was right about one thing, though,” Nathan concedes. “No matter how it plays out between us in the long run, it cannotaffect our professional relationship.”

“That, too. It’s Teagan I’m worried about,” Cassius replies. “She’s a stickler for old promises. She can’t know.”

“I’m not telling,” I say. “I don’t feel too good about it, but… I don’t know. Teagan knows what we’re like. She knows what we’re about, and she’s never ostracized us because of it.”

“As long as we didn’t touch Christa or any of her close friends,” Cassius grimly reminds me. “For good reason, if you think about it. How many women have we met who were genuinely open to build a relationship with the three of us? Who didn’t have dollar signs in their eyes when we suggested something like this.”

“Christa clearly isn’t in it for the money. She’s too busy making her own,” Nathan says and takes a seat next to me.

I’m still reeling from our interview. That was intense. Incredible. My pants get tighter every time I replay the scene in my mind. The fruity smell of her hair. The silky feel of her skin. The guttural sound she makes when she climaxes. Damn, this is a dangerous road we’re taking, but I don’t want to go back either.

“One day at a time, brothers,” Cassius replies. “It’s all we can do. Christa is settling back into life in Portland, back in our vicinity, and now in our offices, too. We’ve changed as well.”

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