Page 73 of #Bossholes

Kinsley made her position clear—one night and one night only, but that’s not going to work for me, for any of us. Maverick nearly screwed the pooch trying to kiss her in the elevator, but we need to pull back and play the long game. A little touch here. A light caress there.

Completely innocent.

But is it really?

We need to break down her walls, make her question herself, and more than anything make her want us. And I’m not just talking about a repeat of Saturday night, although I hope that comes with it.

She’s the only girl I’ve ever wanted to claim, to make mine, and I know Maverick and Brantley feel it too. There’s a spark, a connection between us I can’t deny. We’ve been surviving for thirty-eight years. We’ve built a law practice. We have more money than we know what to do with. We’ve been content, but I don’t think any of us can say we’ve been truly happy.

There’s a reason we’ve never settled down, never found that one girl on our own. We needed her. The guys are already my brothers. It makes sense she would make us a family.

She just needs to see that.

I fan my fingers out, letting my pinkie stroke down her inner thigh, and I love the little shiver that works through her.

“Are you cold, little dove?” Brantley’s voice is low, strained. He’s barely holding it together.

Kinsley doesn’t answer, just shakes her head, another shiver running down her spine, and I can’t help the smile that stretches across my face. “I think our baby girl is still hungry.” I lower my voice and lean toward her. “But maybe not for food.”

Her whimper gets me hard in an instant, and it takes everything in me to pull away, putting my hands back in my lap. Maverick glances at me, his lips twitching. Brant lifts his hand, brushing his fingertips around her knee and clears his throat, almost immediately crossing his arms.

She shifts. Nibbles on her plush lower lip.

She doesn’t turn her head, but I can feel her eyes on me.

“I love this part.” I chuckle, turning away from her and leaning on the arm of the couch. Do I know what part this is? No. Have I even seen this movie before? Also, no. But she doesn’t need to know that.

In fact, I barely watch another second, I can only watch her.

She’s tense the entire movie, her posture stiff, but at the same time, she can’t stop squirming. Her legs are rubbing together and occasionally she releases a heavy sigh, one that lets us know how unhappy she is with her current state of affairs.

I’m positive we could help her out with that problem, but not before she asks for it.

Once the movie is over, Colin gives us all cool guy handshakes and heads off to get ready for bed.

“I guess we should head out as well.” Maverick heads for the door, and we dutifully follow.

Kinsley is the last one off the couch, trailing behind us to the door. Her steps are hesitant, her eyes darting between the three of us.

“Thanks for letting us hang out. If you or your brother need anything, you know where to find us.” Maverick opens his arms like he’s about to pull her in for a hug, but changes his mind at the last second and pats her on the shoulder instead.

Her brows draw together, and she looks so adorably confused.

Brantley is next, and he does pull her to him for a quick one armed hug and awkwardly kisses the top of her head. It’s a total mom move and one I’ll be making fun of him for later. “I had fun tonight.”

“That makes one of us,” she grumbles under her breath, but I’m close enough to catch it.

“See you tomorrow, bright and early.” My smile is wide, practically stretching across my entire face, and I can’t help it. This is too good. “Make sure you get a good night’s sleep.”

Her sharp breath is music to my ears as I hook a finger under her chin, but instead of kissing her where she really wants, I give her a quick peck on her forehead.

She doesn’t quite know what to do and takes a step back, eyeing us like we’ve all lost it.

Brantley doesn’t linger, fuck, I’m not sure he can. The man deserves a medal after his performance tonight. He’s the only one of us who hasn’t been able to properly touch her, and I know it’s driving him mad.

He says one last short goodbye and pushes us out the door and doesn’t stop herding us until we’re in the stairwell.

“Fuck me.” He grabs the rail with a groan. “I’m going to have tennis elbow by the end of the week. That was pure fucking torture. I almost lost it in the kitchen, almost kissed her.”

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