Page 41 of My Brother's Best Friends

I take another sip and set the glass down on the coffee table.

Gazing down at Alex again, I give him a wicked grin. “So how does this work, exactly?”

“It works any way you want it to, baby,” he replies.

I press my lips together, liking the sound of that. I’m the one in command here, and they’re all going to take my lead. Lowering my lips to his, I run my fingers through his hair. The rich texture tickles my skin, and it’s a sensation I would love to become addicted to.

I grind against his lap and feel him thicken beneath me, liquid heat pooling between my thighs. This is going to be so much fun, I don’t even know where to begin.

Alex kisses me slow and sure, sliding his hands beneath my shirt to circle my waist. I shiver with delight, the rough calluses on his fingertips scraping deliciously against my skin.

“I have a confession,” he says, looking up at me.

“Oh?” The single syllable is all I can manage with him this close.

“More than once, I’ve thought about seeing you again over the years… Wondering what kind of woman you’ve become.”

“Really?” I’m glad to know I’m not the only one whose thoughts wandered so far. “And how did you imagine me?”

“Oddly enough, you turned out almost exactly the way I pictured.”

He works his way up to my bra clasp. As our tongues tangle, he flicks open the clasp, and the restrictive fabric slips away. My breasts bounce free, nipples diamond-hard and aching for his mouth.

“That feels good,” I whisper.

“Then I’ll make it even better,” he promises, peeling my shirt away until I’m bare from the waist up. Pressing my chest to Alex’s, I allow myself to slow down a bit. There’s no time limit on our encounter; we have all night to explore.

Oscar settles beside us, patience warring with hunger in his eyes.

I break the kiss with Alex and reach over to kiss his brother. Perched on Alex’s lap, I lean across him to kiss Oscar, who combs his fingers from the nape of my neck up into my hair. What we’re doing promises more shades of pleasure than I can count.

Alex traces two fingers down my spine. I’m floating in a sea of sensations, nothing holding me back.

I straighten, smiling down at Alex, my palm splayed over his rippling chest. “It’s strange and wonderful all at once. Do you ever get used to it?”

“Every time is different, but with you it’s something else entirely,” he says.

“How so?”

“It’s you. You make it into something else, Kay. You bring something between us that was never there before,” Oscar replies.

“Something we can’t put into words,” Kellan admits.

Alex and Oscar each claim a breast, two hot tongues circling my rigid nipples and stealing my breath. Gasping, I toss my head back to immerse myself in the madness.

I try to track the choreography of their tongues—swirling, licking, teasing—but I can’t. It’s too much; every ounce of energyarrows to my core, my pussy soaked and tightening under brutal pressure.

“Oh, God, yes…” A moan escapes my lips.

I’m ascending to the next level of heaven. I feel out of control, my body attuned to their wants and desires. I hear footsteps crossing the room and a moment later, Kellan grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back.

“You’re a fucking dream, Kay.” He crushes his mouth to mine. I feel like I’m drowning in men.

The kiss doesn’t last forever, and finally Oscar releases my right breast. Kellan doesn’t wait for an invitation. He grips my hips and lifts me off his brother. Cold air circles my nipples. They’re stiff and raw, aching for more.

Kellan tucks my hair to one side and nips at the curve of my neck. I lean my head back against his shoulder, well aware that Alex and Oscar are seated in front of me, watching the whole thing.

Kellan slides his hands beneath my pants. The elastic waistband offers no resistance. He slides them down over my ass, pushing them all the way to my knees. The other men help until only my wet panties are left.

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