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Wyatt sputters, almost immediately waving his hands in front of him. “No. Food. Do you like the food?”

Colin immediately laughs, showing him the correct motion for food and nods.

“So glad my dick brother jumped in to help,” Wyatt mutters, settling back against the couch, shooting a glare over my head toward said brother.

Brantley ignores him, signing to Colin.My brother is a moron, but he tries.

I can see that.Colin laughs again, his full attention going to the TV. This is one of his favorite Marvel movies, and there’s no way he’s going to try to converse with us when it’s on. The guys seem to be equally hypnotized, their focus trained on the movie instead of me. I’ve never been so thankful for Thor, and that’s saying something. I mean, have you seen the guy?

My body sags, and I blow out a breath, adjust on the cushion and let myself relax back against the couch.

This isn’t as bad as I thought.

Everything is totally fine.

Or, at least, it was until we finish eating and Wyatt spreads out his legs, pressing one of them against mine. Brantley follows suit, his leg plastered to my other side, and not to be outdone, casually stretches his arm along the back of the couch. I’m pinned in. I can’t move. Heck, I can barely breathe.

There’s no way I can pay attention to the movie now. Not when I am so hyperaware of every part of them that’s touching me. Every shift, every stretch, every single microscopic movement has my insides fluttering, and that space between my thighs throbs.

Losing my virginity didn’t help. I know what it feels like to have their hands on me, their bodies hovering over mine, their cocks pushing into my core.

I know, and no matter how hard I tried today to forget all about it, I can’t.

Now, I need to know if being with Brantley would be any different. Would he share with them? Would his touch be gentle? Hard? Demanding?

What would it be like having both brothers taking me at the same time?

I’m lost, spiraling in all these thoughts until Brantley’s hand brushes along my shoulder. His touch is tentative at first, light. One stroke. And then another.

Holy Jesus, he’s touching me again.

I’m frozen, rooted to the spot, electricity humming under my skin, running through my body and lighting me up like a Christmas tree.

His fingers fan out, stroking along my neck, his touch feathering down my spine.

I’m so focused, so lost, I don’t notice Wyatt’s hand moving until it brushes along mine and rests on my thigh, just above my knee. The heat from his palm sears through me like a brand. I’m on fire; my entire body is about to explode.

And then Brantley, not so innocent Brantley, shifts. It’s a move that looks so casual, but after he crosses his leg over the other, his hand comes down on my other thigh.

My body is tingling, a sensation that started in my stomach as little flutters and moved to my clit. I’m a throbbing, desperate mess from this simple touch.

I thought I was strong. I thought I’d be able to resist these men, but I’ve never been so wrong in my life.

THIRTY-SEVEN

Wyatt

Our girl makesthis way too easy.

She’s so flustered, doing her damnedest to pay attention to the movie, but I bet she couldn’t even tell us what we’re watching. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips are parted, her breaths are heavy, and her entire body is rigid. Poor thing is really trying not to move a muscle.

Probably afraid we’ll alert Colin to what’s happening behind him.

But there’s no chance of that.

Her brother is fully immersed in the movie and Maverick…Well, he’s making it look like he’s paying attention, but he’s watching a different show.

He’s watching us.

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