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“It’s not like that with her,” I insist. “I really like her, and I want to see where this can go. Come on, man, we’ve never fought over a girl before. Why are we starting now, with this girl? I like her, Eli. Why can’t you let me explore this for once?”

“Because,” he says, his face a blank slate, showing me how little effect my words have on him. “You don’t have the capacity to feel for someone the way someone like Kira needs. She deserves someone with a level head who knows exactly how to take care of her. Not a man who’s going to find the nearest pussy when things get stressful.”

It drives me insane that my brother won’t listen to me or acknowledge that I’m trying to grow. He sees me as the person I’ve been, and I can’t blame him much since I’ve never shown him any different. But he’s always been reasonable, and I don’t feel like this is too much to ask.

Right?

“Look, man.” I step closer to him. “I like this girl. A lot. And I’m not going to use and discard her. I want to see what else there could be here, but I need you to back the fuck off so that can happen.”

“No way,” Eli says with a casual shrug. He can be such an ass sometimes, but usually not with me to this extent. “I like her, too, and I’m not going to let her be one more conquest for you before someone else has to pick up the pieces you leave behind.”

“It’s not like that, Eli,” I insist. “It’s different. Please, man, just back off and let me give this a real shot.”

He looks at me for several seconds, then shrugs again. “It’s on.”

He returns to the kitchen, leaving me seething.

Fuck.

Eli can be so competitive, and usually, it doesn’t bother me because it’s a friendly battle. This feels like war, and not one we’ll come out of as friends. Not to mention we’re putting Kira in the middle of a pissing match, and I doubt that drama is something she enjoys. I don’t want to fight Eli, and I don’t want to put Kira between us, but if there’s one thing I know, I can’t stop and take the logical route when I feel this strongly about something.

As much as I don’t want to fight my brother, especially over a girl, I will go down swinging for Kira.

Because she’s worth it.

CHAPTERSIX

Kira

Idon’t think they know I can hear them.

The doorway they went through isn’t far from where I sit, and I hear every single word as they fight over me.

Me!

I can’t believe it. They were both flirting with me, but I had no idea either of them is this interested. Both of them are tall, muscled, and incredibly hot, and they are arguing about who will make a move on me.

My mind reels at this, and it’s so jarring that I’m nearly dizzy. I don’t know how this happened, but I can’t say I’m disappointed. In fact, this might be the most confident I’ve ever felt.

Then, of course, the guilt creeps in. I’m the reason these two brothers, who are closer than almost any pair of siblings I’ve ever met, are fighting. I’m the reason they’re not getting along.

I pet Bastard, who licks my hand a few times, and I give him another muffin, which he happily scarfs down like he’s never seen food before. To be fair, he probablywasstarving when Eden found him, if the way his ribs poke out is any indication. But he seems like he’s in good spirits. I’m sure being in a nice, comfortable home with people doting on him helped.

Eli and Zeke are still arguing, and it becomes a little uncomfortable. I imagine myself with either of them, and it’s hard to decide on one. I can easily see myself with either, something I never thought could be possible. Now I’m presented with options, and I have no idea how to choose.

I ponder my decision, and my thoughts take a turn. Suddenly, I’m not envisioning myself holding their hands or kissing them. I’m picturing their hands on me, our bodies pressed together, each of them sliding their hips between my thighs. I imagine what it would feel like to have them lay me down, to slip inside…

My mind goes back and forth, entering the same scenario with each of them. I feel myself getting wet. In my mind, they are both as perfect when naked as they are clothed, maybe even more so. The idea of each of them getting hard for me makes my heart pound.

I daydream what it would be like to be in a room with them demanding I make a choice. To tell them I can’t choose because I want them both. To have them take turns kissing me, grabbing me roughly to pull me away from the other so he can have me for himself for a few seconds. To have them on either side, closing in until I’m pressed between them, both of their hands on me tearing away my clothes until I feel the warm skin of their cocks pressing into my hips.

I turn, with Zeke at my front and Eli behind me. I’m lifted into the air between them so my legs wrap around Zeke’s waist. Eli remains behind me, his hands gripping my hips to hold me tightly so I don’t slip away from them. Their lips go to either side of my neck, pressing and kissing and biting, and my wetness, both in the fantasy and in reality, rushes from me.

Zeke slides in first, entering me with a slow deliberation that I feel every inch of him as he fully sheaths himself in of me. He’s big. Thick. And he holds perfectly still while Eli positions himself at the entrance of my ass. I’m normally not one for anal, but in a situation like this, where I can imagine he needs me so badly that he can’t wait his turn, I am very into the idea.

He presses his tip against my opening, and I feel it give way for him to slip inside, filling me up completely.

They remain still for me to adjust to the intense feeling of having them both inside me before they slowly rock me back and forth between them. Then they change the rhythm, slamming into me at the same time before withdrawing and coming back in sync.

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