Page 66 of My Brother's Best Friends
“Let’s try something old-fashioned,” Oscar suggests. He pulls his phone out and swipes the screen a few times before the room is filled with soft jazz.
The air thickens, spiced with anticipation. I toss back another swallow of champagne before handing the empty flute back to Kellan. He sets it on the table behind us and casually takes off his shirt.
“Let’s go out to the hot tub,” I say. “I’d like to finish what we started in there with all three of you, this time…”
“Splendid idea,” Alex agrees, nuzzling my neck with his scruffy jaw.
“I knew you’d oblige.”
“Come, then,” Alex says, guiding me toward the porch doors like a debutante headed to her first ball. “Easy breaths, love. The deck lamps are on, but the night air still bites.”
I glance over at Oscar. He’s undoing his cuffs, about to remove his shirt altogether. His broad shoulders, that storm-dark gaze… I love how he’s subtly in charge, yet eager to indulge my dirtiest thoughts.
“I’m thrilled that you’re joining us,” I tell him as Alex holds open the door.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” he promises, walking out onto the deck right behind me.
I turn around, assuming control of the entire affair. I can kiss who I want, when I want, and guide the orchestra of our bodies through this intimate performance. I slide a hand over Oscar’s shoulder, stopping him mid-button. He gazes into my eyes and I see a depth of devotion that I wasn’t expecting.
There is more to this than just the carnal pleasure. It’s written in every breath, etched in every gesture. Pressing my chest against his, I tilt my head up to kiss him.
He savors the exchange, his arms tightly wound around my waist.
“You were right, it’s still pretty cold,” I say, my breath hitched from arousal as liquid heat pools between my legs once more. “We should get in…”
“After you, milady,” he says.
I step back from Oscar after staking my claim. He seems reluctant to let me go, and I can feel his eyes on me as I step up to the edge of the pool.
“I have a confession to make,” I say, gazing down into the blue-green waters. “Today is my birthday.”
“It’s your birthday?” Kellan asks. “You should’ve told us—we would have celebrated properly.”
“I think Bryan forgot from all the anxiety, but it’s okay. I think this qualifies as a celebration,” I respond, turning back to study the three of them in all their splendor. “I couldn’t ask for a better birthday present, either…”
Kellan stands bare-chested, while Oscar’s shirt hangs open at the collar. Alex is still fully dressed, but his shirt is stretched so tight, I can see the muscles ripple beneath the fabric. I’m dying to sink my teeth into all three of them, and to allow them to sink their teeth into me.
“Still,” Alex says, coming forward to circle my waist with his hands. “I’m sorry we didn’t get you anything.”
“The night is young,” I observe. “I can think of a lot of presents that I would love to get from the three of you.”
“Can I guess one of them?” Alex asks, spinning me around like a dancer in a ballroom. I laugh and hang onto his shoulders so that we don’t fall over. “A naked and raunchy exchange under the stars.”
“And would you be in charge of said raunchy exchange?” I tease.
“I’ll be in charge of whatever you want,” he says, sliding two fingers down my jaw before kissing me again.
“Let’s get in,” Kellan suggests. “The stars look beautiful tonight, but nowhere near as beautiful as you in the bubbling hot water, Kay.”
“I second that,” Alex murmurs, giving me a soft glance.
“I’ll get the champagne,” Oscar says.
I place my hand on Alex’s muscular chest, gently pushing him away. I’m teasing them and loving every minute of it. I reach down to pull off my high heels, one by one, and toss them on the terrace floor.
“I need to get out of these clothes, first, gentlemen,” I reply.
Kellan scoops me up and walks over to the pair of lounge chairs by the pool. He sets me down like a queen, taking a seat beside me. Alex takes a position opposite his brother, his magnetism making my skin tingle all over.
