Page 36 of Bratty Badboys

“You know we don’t have to do anything tonight, right?” Kyle asked, his eyes pinned on me as he squeezed my hand.

“But what if I want… something?” I asked my tall, handsome neighbor.

I remembered the day we moved into that house and met our neighbors. I was with Felix at that time and didn’t understand why Felix was against having Kyle or Jem babysitting Alice. But I could tell that my ex-husband was jealous of Kyle. Kyle was everything Felix wasn’t. Tall, handsome, with a financially stable job.

He swallowed, his Adam-apple bobbing up and down. “I called you… names before. I’m sorry if it felt like I was degrading you—I wasn’t. I was just?—”

“Kyle.” I cupped his cheek and said, “Shut up and call me whatever you want.”

His pupils dilated when I leaned up to kiss him. I didn’t have to get too close since he was craning down, wrapping an arm around my waist. Our lips met in a soft cadence, my heartbeat increasing with each swipe of his tongue on my bottom lip until I opened, and he was kissing me harder. His teeth pressed down on my lip, teasing me as I moaned into his mouth.

“Jesus, An,” Kyle whispered, pulling away. His glasses were foggy and lips pink. He cupped my cheeks and said, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

“Me too,” I breathed out before he kissed me again.

He was such a skilled kisser. They both were, but Kyle was gentle, taking his time and teasing me until I was squirming in his large hands.

I licked my lips when he ran his hand through my hair, teasing the bun I had pinned that morning until my dark waves brushed my shoulder and back.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered as if he was talking to himself. “I can’t wait to see you take both of us, An.”

I gasped when he pinned me down on the bed, his obsidian eyes roving over my body, my dress that was tugged up to reveal my thighs.

“Fuck, look at you.” His voice was smoky and hoarse, making me shiver. He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand while the other ran down my waist to hips. “You are a dream, An.”

“Our slutty little dream, hm?”

We both snapped our heads at Caleb, who was standing by the bed, tugging off his suit jacket.

How the hell did he get in?

Kyle had the same thought as he asked, “How did you?—?”

Caleb shot him a dark look and said, “I have my ways.” He averted those eyes at me. With his piercings and tattoos, he looked like a predator watching his prey. I was sure he had the same effect on Kyle. “You’re a naughty girl for not unlocking the door for me. Should I punish you for it, pretty, hm?”

I swallowed, my mouth dry, seeing two handsome men in my room.

And I was alone with them.

With the incredible sexual tension.

Kyle looked my way and said, “It’s all up to you, An.”

I needed them. I wanted to have fun. Let down my hair and do whatever I want for the first time in decades.

“I have a few rules,” I said, my voice sultry and breathy.

Kyle nodded and helped me sit up. Caleb was scowling, still upset about Kyle locking him out as he sat in the armchair. He had rolled the white shirt over his elbows, revealing his tattoos and veiny forearms.

I licked my lips. Anger looked hot on him.

“This is just for one night,” I said, taking a deep breath even though I felt like a lightweight. “It won’t happen again tomorrow or any time after today.”

“Okay, An.”

“No fun,” Caleb said, a pout on his lips.

We both ignored him, and I continued, “It stays between us. I don’t want… don’t want my kids or anyone to find out about… this.”

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