Page 125 of My Brother's Billionaire Best Friends
I beg, “Please, don’t stop.”
He smiles, slow and lazy and purely male. He runs his thumb along my bottom lip. “Who said anything about stopping?”
“I—”
He slams into me, harder and faster than before. I can’t keep this pace, so I let him take over completely once more. Another thrust, and I’m right there again. One more, and it’s like sitting at the top of the roller coaster. And then, I drop.
The orgasm comes on a wave, drawn out by all three of them as they converge on me—hands on my body, mouths on my skin, whispered words in my ear that melt the last of my brain. I cry out, shake, and feel Jack’s grip tighten on my wrist, Gavin’s mouth press to my throat, Harrison’s voice low and rough, cursing the gods for making only one of me.
“You’re ours,” Jack declares in my ear, his fingers on my clit.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Forever,” Gavin says.
“Yes!” I cry out as I come again.
When Harrison releases, he drives his hips up into me, lifting me into the stratosphere. No words from him. Just something animal that pours from his soul.
Afterward, we lie tangled in the middle of the bed, bodies slick with sweat and other fluids, hearts still pounding. Gavin is curled behind me, his fingers tracing the line of my collarbone. Jack is draped across my legs like a blanket made of muscle. Harrison strokes the inside of my wrist, his thumb moving in the exact rhythm of my pulse.
I don’t speak for a long time. I don’t need to. And it’s a good thing, because I can’t.
The room is quiet except for our breathing and the soft roll of waves outside. The scent of sex and sea salt lingers in the air, warm and heavy.
Eventually, Jack lifts his head, hair tousled and mouth swollen from kissing me. “So…that’s happening again.”
I laugh, throat hoarse. “Obviously.”
“Five minute break, or do you need more time?”
I laugh again, sharply. “More time. Sheesh.”
Harrison grins and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “We’ll take turns planning the next one.”
“Do I get a vote?” I ask, breathless.
“No,” Gavin murmurs into my neck. “You get to be adored. We’ll handle the logistics.”
“I love you all,” I whisper, and the weight of it makes my chest ache—in the best way.
Jack kisses my knee. “You’d better.”
Later, much later, when they’re all asleep around me—Jack snoring into my calf, Gavin curled at my back, Harrison draped across my arm—I slide out of bed.
I slip into my robe and walk barefoot onto the balcony.
The horizon is already lightening, the sky softening from midnight blue into a watercolor wash of pink and gold. The ocean below is calm, waves lapping gently at the shore, as if even the sea is catching its breath before the day begins.
I breathe it in.
This life. This moment. Not long ago, I was a single mom with secrets. A woman who’d done everything alone and wasn’t sure she’d ever stop holding her breath. Now, I’m everything I never thought I could be.
Partner. Lover. Mother. Executive. Founder. Muse.
The screen door slides open behind me, and I don’t have to turn to know who it is. Harrison’s arms wrap around my waist, warm and strong. He smells like soap and bourbon and sweat.
“You okay?” he murmurs against my temple.
I nod. “Better than okay.”
“You always get quiet after,” he says. “I used to think it meant you were overwhelmed.”
“I am,” I whisper. “But in a good way.”
He kisses the crown of my head and pulls me tighter. Behind us, I hear Jack groan, muttering something about “hogging her,” and Gavin’s low chuckle follows.
I smile and lean back into Harrison’s chest. The moon rises over the water, casting light over everything we’ve built. And I know, deep in my bones, that we’re just getting started.
The End
