Page 40 of My Brother's Best Friends

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MAKAYLA

“Ican feel you burning up underneath these clothes,” Kellan growls.

“Then we need to lose these layers,” I gasp.

For now, it’s only Kellan and me. He slips a hand beneath my ass, holding me steady as he devours my lips. My ski suit crinkles, stretched to the brink as we brace against the door to keep from toppling.

Our tongues dance, our lips locked as if we share a single set of lungs. Breathing feels optional. The more I kiss him, the more I want.

“Off with this,” he growls, stripping off my jacket first. “Off with everything, Kay. I want you so bad, it fucking hurts.”

“I want you too,” I whisper against his lips.

“Every time you wiped out on the slopes, I wanted to pin you in the snow,” he says.

“I would have let you do that, if there weren’t other people around…”

He lets out a rough laugh. “Fuck other people. If we hadn’t come back here when we did, I would have committed a felony just to be with you.”

Across the room, I hear zippers and the rustle of fabric. I glance sideways to find Alex and Oscar stripping down, sculpted bodies coming into view as they watch Kellan claim me.

He grips my ass firmly, pulling me away from the door. Carrying me to the couch, he sets me down and presses himself on top of me.

“Get me out of these boots,” I moan as I throw one leg around his hip.

Someone takes pity on me; while I’m kissing Kellan, a pair of hands yanks off one boot. Another set of hands—or maybe the same—tugs off the other, and suddenly my legs are free to move.

I open my eyes as Kellan trails wet kisses down my neck, his hands kneading my breasts through my jacket. Oscar and Alex hover nearby, gloriously naked and obscenely hung, starving for me.

“Oh, wow,” I breathe, my heart racing.

I hook both legs around Kellan’s waist, pulling him closer. A desperate need drums through my heart, erasing every thought. My fears evaporate. It doesn’t matter what happens a year or two from now. Only this hotel suite matters. This couch. And the three magnificent men I’ve been dreaming about for a decade.

Kellan seals the kiss and pulls back. I’m dizzy from heat and arousal, finding a bit of respite as a cool breeze from the balcony sweeps around me.

Oscar kneels by my side, taking my hand in his. He kisses me gently, while Kellan is still between my legs.

“Let’s get you out of that jacket,” he says.

“Please.” I sink back as he finds the zipper. I allow him to undress me, my eyelids half-closed, my breath ragged while my pulse races into the great unknown.

Oscar takes my hand and gently threads it through the jacket sleeve. Against my core, I feel Kellan’s cock pulse with need. I gaze up to see him reaching for his own jacket. He shucks it off without bothering with the zipper and flings it aside.

I stretch gratefully. The fewer clothes I’m wearing, the better. None would be ideal.

Kellan dips to give me one more kiss—fast and hungry—before pulling away.

He disentangles himself from my thighs, while I struggle to sit up. My head is swimming, and we’ve only just begun. Alex takes his brother’s place beside me, handing me a fluted glass of champagne.

Alex lifts the glass. “Let’s toast to this first.”

I welcome the bubbly sweetness rolling down my throat, fully aware of their heated attention, their fast-beating hearts, and their bodies aching for mine.

Climbing into Alex’s lap, I kiss him deeply. “Very good vintage, if I may say so,” I murmur, flashing a wicked smile.

“Only the best for Kay,” he whispers, his gaze softening.

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