Page 16 of My Brother's Best Friends

I wrap my hand around his cock—already iron-hard. His girth overfills my palm; my thumb can’t even graze my middle finger. Liquid heat pools between my thighs at the thought of that magnificence splitting me open. Still, I drift to his brother.

“Okay, okay.” I draw out the words, stoking the tension. “Let’s see…”

The water feels suddenly hotter.

I press my palm to the next man’s chest—his muscles are different, harder, denser. One brother’s build is subtly rounder; the other is compact and cut.

“What’s my name?” the second brother asks.

“I haven’t examined all the evidence,” I tell him, my voice raspy with arousal. “Give me a minute…”

He clears his throat and glances at his twin. On the far side of the tub, the third brother looks ready to join, but he merely lifts his drink and watches, hunger smoldering in his eyes.

I slip my hand beneath the surface and cup his erection. He’s heavier—maybe a shade darker, and easily as thick. Sweet heaven, I can picture both of them inside me, stretching me beyond my wildest dreams.

A moan escapes my throat as I pull back. “You’re Alex, and that’s Kellan.”

“How can you tell?” Alex asks. “We’ve never been this close before.”

Kellan sets his drink aside and glides up behind me. One hand settles on my shoulder as he sweeps my hair away. He lowers his lips to my ear and whispers, “Are you sure?”

“Oh, I’m sure,” I say.

“Are you, now?” His voice turns wicked.

My heart hammers. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted one—or all—of these men, and now I have at least two. It’s the bargain of a lifetime, and I’m not about to squander it.

“Pretty sure,” I say.

“How sure?” Kellan asks.

He cups my breast through the thin swimsuit, my nipple pebbling against his palm. Lust swallows me whole—in a hot tub perched on a snowy mountainside, of all places. It’s happening fast and yet feels achingly overdue. I lean my head back on his shoulder, all in.

Alex pushes off the bench, and suddenly I’m pinned between them, soft and melting against their hard bodies. Each man claims a breast, and Alex’s low grunt vibrates against my skin as he squeezes.

“I think you’re just guessing,” he says, and I feel his rock-hard cock wedged against my lower belly, twitching with desire.

“And I think you’re stalling,” I gasp as Kellan pinches my nipple, the sweet sting shooting through me and dragging me toward the razor’s edge.

Words fail me, so I just nod. Alex brushes my jaw, then claims my mouth with a tender, searching kiss. An entire world bloomsinside that kiss—I open to him like a rose in spring, my body reawakening as if it has been waiting for this moment.

He tastes of fresh orange juice with a teasing bite of champagne.

Behind me, Kellan kneads my breast, his cock pressing firmly against my backside. Together they hold me, a living shield against the outside world. This place is our own pleasure paradise and nothing has the capacity to intrude.

Alex finally breaks the kiss, leaving me breathless. Before I can speak, Kellan spins me into his arms and claims my mouth.

“Come here, darling,” he growls.

He tastes different—darker—even though we’ve all been drinking the same thing. His tongue is a touch rougher, his stubble abrading my cheek in the most delicious way.

As we kiss, Alex slides his hands over my shoulders, working his way across my back and down my spine. Suddenly, having two of them here seems like the most natural thing in the world.

I’m reckless, unmoored—by the time Kellan releases my mouth, I’m seeing stars.

“So,” Kellan says, tucking two fingers underneath my chin. “What’s my name again?”

“Kellan,” I whisper.

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