Page 110 of My Brother's Best Friends

“We were all so excited…”

“Nevertheless, give me a moment.”

Makayla tosses her arms around my neck and holds tight. “I’ll give you as many moments as you need, my darling.”

We gaze into each other’s eyes, feeling the warmth of our bodies pressed so closely together. For now, she’s all mine.

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” Alex says, settling beside us.

I press my lips to Makayla’s, a sizzle racing through me. She tastes like sin—hot and addictive. I glide my hand down her shoulder, over her collarbone, and cup her full breast. Her skin is as soft as spun silk. I’m mesmerized, tracing slow circles around her nipple before daring to flick it with my thumb.

She presses her hips against mine, sucking my tongue deeper into her mouth. Exactly the reaction I crave, and my primitive brain roars its approval. I pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pulling a moan from her throat as she threads her fingers through my hair.

“All the time in the world,” Oscar repeats, shifting closer.

A moment later, Makayla squirms—a gorgeous, needy twist of her body. I decide to go all the way. If we’re pleasuring her, I’m giving her everything. I release her breast and kiss my way down her torso to that beautiful little patch of skin between her thighs. I hook each of her legs over my shoulders until I’m eye level with her slick, glistening pussy.

Licking my lips, I dive right in, gliding my tongue around the tender, swollen nub and breathing her in. Makayla gasps, her belly going taut, and the mattress shifts on the far side of the bed. I glance up from between her lush thighs—Oscar and Alex bracket her, each holding one of her hands.

“Guess this counts as a full continental breakfast, huh, baby?” I grin, then dive back in, licking and sucking until Makayla screams my name.

“Oh, Kellan… Yes!”

I slide a finger inside her, and she shatters with a full-body shudder. A white-hot surge arcs from her body into mine—no wonder the sheets don’t catch fire.

I crawl up her torso, settle between her thighs, and pull her into my arms as Alex and Oscar ease back. Makayla looks at me with a depth of love that steals my breath. This is her. She’s really here. She came back to us.

“It’s good to see you again, too,” I whisper, reading her thoughts as I slide back inside her. Her heat envelops me, burning away every rational thought. I only know that I want to make her happy; her joy is my joy.

“Take me,” she whispers, and I oblige, claiming her again.

Deeper. Harder. Faster, until her pussy clamps around me and waves of bliss ripple through her.

Makayla lets out a long, ragged scream.

“That’s a good girl,” Alex says, his voice thick with delight.

I’m sweating and panting, and it's all I can do to collapse on the bed beside her.

She draws several deep breaths, then opens her eyes to the men who love her. “Oh wow, I needed that,” she says.

Alex chuckles. Joy swells inside me, but I’m too wrung out to do more than smile. Sweet afterglow drapes over us.

“We needed you,” I tell her.

And I mean every goddamn word.

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MAKAYLA

Idon’t feel tired afterward—only relieved. It’s as though I’ve been searching forever, and now that I’ve found it, the whole world clicks back into place.

“Some coffee is in order,” Oscar says after a beat.

“Right there with you, babe,” I reply.

We untangle from the bed, and I snag Kellan’s bathrobe from its hook. Wrapping myself in his weathered blue terry-cloth robe—still scented like him—is exactly my speed right now.

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