Page 100 of The Finding Series: Vol. 2

Quinn’s dark eyes settled on me as he carefully repeated, “Is the couch okay?”

“Um, yeah,” I said. I needed to get a fucking grip.

My skin tingled and a wave of heat went through me as I watched Brody and Quinn each take up position on the couch, leaving me a spot in the middle. I forced myself to sit down between them. My phone was already in my hand, but I was dismayed to see moisture on the screen. Why the hell were my palms so sweaty?

I wiped the phone on my jeans, trying desperately to ignore the sight of Brody’s thigh muscles bunching beneath his jeans as he shifted closer to me. Neither man was touching me, but all I’d have to do was move my legs just an inch or two and I’d be able to feel their hot bodies against mine.

I fumbled with my phone for several seconds and finally found the batch of pictures I was looking for. A fleeting pain went through me at the sight of the first picture and that helped dull some of the anxiety rolling through my body.

“Is that them?” Brody asked as he leaned in to get a better look.

“Yeah,” I said. “We took this just before I left. These are my dads,” I murmured as I let my fingers skim over my fathers’ faces. “And this is my sister Rebecca and my brother Toby. And these are the newest members of the family, Lincoln and Lily.”

I only half-listened as Brody and Quinn remarked how cute the babies were and what a great-looking family I had. It wasn’t until I felt a big hand stroking my back that I realized I’d gotten lost in myself.

“You okay?” I heard Quinn ask and I realized it was his hand on my back.

I nodded. “Sorry, a little homesick I guess.”

Quinn nodded in understanding. I flipped the screen to the next image which was a shot of the entire family at our last family dinner. I smiled as both men stared in shock at the huge group of people around the table. I lost track of time as I began going through all the pictures, but I didn’t lose track of my body’s growing desire as the heat from Quinn and Brody washed over me. Every once in a while, they would brush up against me, but they didn’t seem to be going out of their way to touch me which should have been a relief.

It wasn’t.

It frustrated the ever-loving hell out of me.

I tried to remind myself that I couldn’t want this…them. That it was wrong.

But the argument did nothing to calm the sensations that kept building in my body.

I had no idea how I managed to explain who was who in the pictures, but I must have been able to because neither Quinn nor Brody sensed my internal struggle. They asked all the right questions in all the right places and their voices were so damn even-keeled that I wanted to scream at them and ask how they couldn’t feel it.

This thing that was between us.

It wasn’t until Quinn and Brody both pointed to one of the pictures at the same time, their bodies leaning into me simultaneously, that I lost it and sprang to my feet, my phone clattering to the floor. My dick felt like a spike in my pants, but I had no means to hide my condition. Not that it mattered anyway because I felt like it had to be written across my forehead.

“Beck?” Brody asked in concern. I turned and saw both men had remained seated, but were now leaning forward. Quinn had picked up my discarded phone.

“Do you really not feel it?” I asked desperately.

I didn’t wait for an answer because I couldn’t. My body was beyond my control and my mind was strangely glad. I went for Brody only because he was closer. It took just two strides to reach him and my mouth was on his before he could even register what was happening. I slid onto his lap, straddling him, as I threaded my fingers through his hair and held him in place for my kiss. A moan of relief tore through me as his tongue met mine and then he was blessedly kissing me back and the arms he’d been holding open in surprise wrapped around me like steel bands.

I felt tears sting my eyes at how good it felt. I knew my kiss was sloppy and unpracticed, but that didn’t seem to bother Brody in the least because he kissed me back without hesitation. I let him take over the kiss and just sank into him, my body boneless. His hands palmed my ass as he began grinding our lower bodies together and I was pleased to feel he was already hard.

So maybe he hadn’t been as unaffected as I’d thought.

As my need for oxygen forced me to tear my lips from his, I continued to hold onto his hair in what was sure to be a painful grip. I was terrified that he’d try to get away from me if I let him go for even a moment. With my free hand, I began searching out Quinn even before my eyes locked on him. He was too far away for me to actually grab hold of him without letting Brody go and the space between us suddenly seemed like a chasm as wide as the Grand Canyon. It would be so easy for him to get up and walk away.

I could see the open lust in his eyes, but the fact that he was hesitating spoke volumes.

Shit, did I want this moment if I couldn’t have it with both of them?

Luckily it was a question I didn’t have to answer because the whimper that escaped my throat as I even pondered the thought seemed to spur Quinn on and he suddenly shifted his body so that it was pressed up against mine and Brody’s. His lips claimed mine in a searing kiss and I felt his big hand cupping the back of my head as he held me in place. Brody’s hands were roaming up and down my sides causing delicious friction between my skin and the fabric of my T-shirt. When Quinn’s lips left mine so I could suck in a much-needed breath, he immediately latched onto Brody’s mouth and I felt what was left of my sanity disappear at the sight of the two men kissing.

I could have come just from watching them go at one another, each seeking to claim ownership of the other. I was still straddling Brody’s lap, but Quinn’s right hand was gripping my ass. Quinn finally won control of the kiss and then he was pulling me forward and I didn’t know how it was possible, but somehow all three of us managed to kiss each other at the same time, our lips and tongues doing a perfect dance as we writhed against one another. When the kiss broke, Brody’s fingers were pushing up the fabric of my shirt and I got the silent message. I reached down to grab the hem when Quinn’s hand closed over one of mine.

The move was like ice water being dumped over us at the same time and we all stilled.

“Beck,” Quinn said huskily as his eyes met mine. “You need to be sure about this.”

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