Page 9 of My Boss's Sons

I was on another planet. I was going to have to send Jack flowers. Giant flowers. Giant, hard flowers…

Alex lifted his mouth from mine and grunted. “Did you just call me Jack?”

I kissed across his jaw and nibbled his ear. “No. I was thanking Jack for encouraging me to do this.”

He walked me backwards until my back pressed against cold metal. The fridge. “How about you thankmeinstead?”

8

***Noah***

Ihadn’t wanted to meet my brothers at the bar. I had other things to do and the last time we’d all three gone out together, we’d ended up inside a jail in a little village in Russia. It’d taken a lot of sweet-talking and palm greasing to get out of that one. We’d been three years younger, but I still got an itch at the back of my head at the memory. The moment I spotted Sophia, my mood had shifted.

I’d noticed her the moment she walked in. Her ass filled out her jeans like they’d been stitched exactly to her measurements. Her breasts tested the limits of the top she wore and it seemed like every man in the place had instantly become aware of her. Even in the dim bar lighting, I’d been able to tell her hair would be silky to the touch. Deep red and in thick waves down to her shoulders, I wanted to fist that hair more than I wanted my next breath.

She hadn’t noticed me until her friend dumped her into my lap. The moment those big green eyes lifted to mine, I’d had aninsane urge to pick her up and carry her out of the bar right then. Seeing her desire flash across her face so clearly hadn’t helped the situation arising in my pants. Instead of staying, she’d run back to her friend and he’d spent their time on the dance floor torturing me.

Then it was Alex who was torturing me by taking his sweet ass time with her. We’d got her home with us and I still couldn’t get my hands on her. She was skittish, I could tell. None of us wanted to scare her away but it was clear that we were each dying to get our hands on her.

We hadn’t shared a woman in years and we weren’t as smooth as we once were. I hadn’t shared one of the women I was sleeping with in so long that I no longer had the patience needed for it. I wanted to grab Sophia from Alex and smear all that pretty red lipstick myself.

I stood up and Ethan held his hand up, silently telling me to wait. I didn’t want to wait, though. I made a frustrated noise and jerkily rolled my sleeves up. I needed to taste her and find out if she was as sweet as she smelled.

Alex worked his hips against Sophia and she was making these breathy little gasps that amped up my need. Ethan’s patience was running thin, too, and I watched as he squeezed Alex’s shoulder, signaling him to stop hogging Sophia.

Alex groaned as he untangled himself from her and stepped back. Staring down at Sophia, where she leaned against the door on unsteady legs, he gripped her chin and pulled her in for one more kiss before letting go. “It’s going to be hard to share you.”

She looked around at the three of us and I watched the way her throat moved as she swallowed. Her hands pressed into the fridge behind her and a shy smile stretched across her red, pouty lips. “I’m assuming you three have done this before.”

I stepped closer. “We have.”

“I haven’t.” She shifted her gaze from Ethan to me and I felt a jolt of energy from her expression alone. “As long as no one pees on me, I’m open to learning tonight.”

Ethan’s surprised laugh made me want Sophia even more. It wasn’t easy to surprise him, not when he was the one always making everyone else laugh. “Okay. No pee. That’s not an issue.”

“Have you ever been with two men at the same time, Sophia?” Alex pressed his hands against the countertop a few feet from her and I could see he was fighting his own raging desire to grab her.

Sophia took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders. “No. I’ve never had sex that wasn’t deemed normal by the Catholic church and it’s been years since I’ve even done that. I don’t get out much.”

My mouth went dry. “Come here, Sophia.”

She bit her lip and walked to me. I could see the way her hands shook as she pressed them into her hips and stared up at me. “You’re bossy.”

I nodded. “Will that be a problem?”

She considered her answer for a few seconds. “No. I… I don’t hate it.”

Deciding to test her, I flashed a dark smile and nodded at her chest. “Take your shirt off.”

The way her eyebrows narrowed slightly before relaxing made me wonder who she was in her real life. I had a feeling she’d tell me to kiss her ass if I bossed her around in any other way. A strong woman letting herself go for me happened to be a weakness of mine. Another weakness was a perfect set of tits that bounced and swayed with any movement.

Sophia gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She kept her eyes on mine, challenging me without saying a word. When I dropped my eyes to her chest, I saw the way her skin reddened but she kept her hands at her side, letting me lookmy fill. In a white lace bra, her breasts begged to be marked. She had pale, creamy skin and I wanted to see my bite mark on the top swell of her breast.

Taking her shirt from her hand, I slowly folded it, punishing myself by dragging it out. Glancing down at her legs, I nodded. “And the pants.”

She hesitated for a moment before unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. She tucked her thumbs inside the waistband and pushed them down her hips until I hooked my finger under her chin and lifted her face to mine.

“Slowly. Bend at your waist as you do it. Let my brothers see you.”

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