Page 50 of Stuck with my Brother's Firefighter Besties

Jaxon and Colt circled me as my body stiffened and shattered, as I lost myself. Their hands were all over me, their lips kissing my skin. “Fuck, all of you are amazing.”

“Ready for round two?” Colt said in my ear.

“Yes,” I breathed, and then he was thrusting into me, taking Ryan’s place. “God, you’re tight,” he groaned, driving into me. I arched back into him, taking him deeper.

“Look at you taking him so well,” Ryan said reverently, reaching forward to run his fingers over my clit.

The pleasure washed over me like a wave, and I nearly collapsed onto the bed face first. Jaxon caught me, holding me steady as Colt gripped my hips, driving into me with increasing urgency until he moaned and released himself inside of me with a rush of warmth.

I trembled and shook, pleasure zinging through my body with almost painful intensity.

I had never imagined that anything could be like this.

I never wanted to experience anything less special than this.

* * *

In the morning, the cabin was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of the wind swirling outside.

The storm hadn’t let up, and the gray light filtering through the curtains cast a soft, muted glow over the room.

I stretched, feeling the ache in muscles I didn’t even know I had. Memories of last night flickered through my mind—warm hands, whispered names, and tangled sheets.

I didn’t know how to feel.

Rolling onto my side, I found myself staring at the ceiling, my heart skipping a beat as the events replayed in vivid detail.

A rush of emotions filled me—satisfaction, confusion, and the tiniest sliver of fear. I’d crossed a line I hadn’t even realized I’d drawn for myself.

And not just with one man, but with three.

The scent of coffee drifted through the air, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. Sitting up, I wrapped the blanket around myself like a shield and tiptoed toward the kitchen.

Jaxon was the first person I saw, leaning casually against the counter with a steaming mug in hand. He was shirtless, his chiseled chest on full display, and his hair was adorably mussed.

When he noticed me, his lips curled into a soft smile that immediately made my stomach flip.

“Morning,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

“Morning,” I managed, clutching the blanket tighter around me.

“Coffee?” Jaxon held up a fresh mug, and I nodded, stepping closer. He poured it and handed it to me, his fingers brushing mine.

“Thanks,” I murmured, taking a cautious sip.

Colt appeared next, bounding in with his usual energy, though his smile held a softer edge than usual. He, too, was shirtless, a pair of flannel pajama pants slung low on his hips.

“You sleep okay?” he asked, flashing me a grin as he grabbed an apple from the counter.

“Yeah,” I said hesitantly, unsure how to act. “What about you?”

“Best night ever,” Colt said with a wink, biting into the apple. I felt my cheeks heat up as he strolled past me, casually brushing a hand along my back.

Before I could respond, Ryan appeared, fully dressed but with his usual brooding energy. His green eyes met mine, and for a moment, the air felt heavier.

Ryan’s presence always carried a certain weight, a grounding force that made me feel both safe and vulnerable at the same time.

“Storm’s still going strong,” he said, glancing toward the window. “We’re not going anywhere today.”

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