Page 108 of My Brother's Best Friends

“Alex, that is years from being market-ready,” I reply.

“I don’t care. I’m not going anywhere, nor am I in a rush. Good things take time, don’t they?”

Alex rolls toward me, sliding an arm across my belly. He nuzzles against me, feathering kisses down my neck.

I close my eyes before they can roll back in my head. This is exquisite. Yet I want to savor this for as long as I can.

“Guys,” I say, sitting up and sliding my legs out from beneath Kellan.

All three perk up, surrounding me. My heart rate triples. I’d almost forgotten how incredible it feels to be surrounded by my lovers—mine and mine alone. “I forget what I was going to say.”

Kellan laughs and pounces on me. “Even better!”

“You’ll remember it later,” Alex stands up to remove his shirt.

I kick and squeal with laughter as we collapse into a tangle of pent-up energy. We’ve denied ourselves for so long; there’s no stopping it now. I couldn’t push them away even if I tried.

Truth be told, coming here was the first step in healing myself. Knowing they still love me—just as they did when we played video games in my parents’ basement—realigns something deep inside me. These are my soulmates. Life tore us apart, yet somehow we found our way back to one another.

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MAKAYLA

“You were made for us,” Kellan declares.

And I believe him. My body echoes that truth, pulsing as I push Kellan off me and rise to my knees to tug at his shirt. Alex comes up behind me, sliding his hands up to fondle my full breasts as he drops wet kisses along the side of my neck.

“And you were made for me—to love me,” I gasp, losing my grip on Kellan’s shirt. I need it off him. He helps, yanking the fabric over his head before he claims my mouth.

I reach back, looping an arm around Alex as he devours my neck while Kellan claims my mouth.

Heat ignites low in my belly, anticipation scorching every nerve.

This is what I’ve been craving since the moment I got behind the wheel. The whole way here, I looked forward to this moment, to this ultimate surrender of body and soul.

“You’re right about one thing, Kay.” Oscar swoops in, taking my hand as he pulls me from the center of the bed. Bleary-eyed, I stumble. He catches me, helping me off the bed and into hisarms. “We were made for loving you, darling. You, and only you.”

I tilt my head up to kiss him, intoxicated by the raw masculinity rolling off him. The room is spinning and Oscar is the only thing holding me up.

He drapes one of my arms over his shoulder, skimming his thumb along the curve of my ribs. I moan, the subtle stroke somehow devastating. Sitting on the edge of the bed, both Kellan and Alex turn to look at us. They pause, mesmerized, then strip off their clothes. I watch as one pair of pants drops and then another. Shirts, belts, underwear, socks—every scrap is gone in record time.

“I don’t know how I survived for so long without this,” I whisper.

“We barely got through every day,” Alex replies.

Oscar lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it aside. He holds me steady with one hand while undoing my bra with the other. Energy spikes the moment my breasts slip into view. Silk straps glide down my arms as the bra falls away. Oscar pulls me back against his chest as he reaches around to undo my fly.

My jeans puddle at my feet. Panties slide down my thighs. Oscar picks me up naked and hands me back to his brothers on the bed. And I’m right back in the thick of it, without a stitch of fabric to interfere.

“One thing I do know,” Kellan says.

“What’s that?” I ask, flashing a devilish smile.

“I’m not letting you out of our sight ever again, Kay.”

Kellan hauls me against his chest, then flips me, pinning me to the mattress. He pries my thighs apart with his and kisses me hard, claiming both my body and my heart in record time.

Alex takes hold of both of us and rolls us over. Now I’m on top, straddling Kellan, but Alex seizes my mouth before I can draw a breath. Alex wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.

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