Page 15 of My Brother's Best Friends

The sun climbs to its zenith, flooding the balcony with a golden shimmer. It brings out the specks of green in Makayla’s eyes as I try to read her body language.

Her skin begs for my touch.

She straightens her back, pushing her breasts out. I lick my lips, aching to taste her, while my brother tucks a damp lock behind her ear.

“Unless I’ve been reading this whole thing wrong,” I say, “and there is absolutely nothing happening between us. You decide, Kay.”

“You… you both want me?” she asks, her voice threaded with hope.

Heat surges, making my swim trunks suddenly feel too tight. “More than either of us thought possible,” Kellan says.

“Do you want us, Kay?”

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MAKAYLA

Ican’t believe I’m actually considering it. I certainly didn’t expect them to spell it out.

But what about Oscar? I can’t imagine Kellan and Alex indulging in kinky sex without their brother knowing. Could I really have all three of them—just like I’ve always dreamed?

“What’s on your mind, Kay?” Kellan asks.

“A lot,” I admit, my voice low, “but I can hardly function right now.” I glance at his waist, mesmerized by the way the water ripples over his chiseled abs.

And then there’s Alex, lounging on my other side, looking just as scrumptious.

“I’m finally noticing the subtle differences between you,” I say, allowing a soft smile.

“Is that so?” Alex replies, a playful sparkle dancing in his brown eyes. “Go on. My curiosity is piqued. How can you tell us apart?”

“I’m going to close my eyes,” I say. “You two switch places, and we’ll see if I can tell you apart.”

“Challenge accepted,” Alex says with a grin. “But that means I’ll have to ditch the trunks.”

“Then lose them.”

The demand slips out before I can stop it. Alex flashes a broad smile and nods.

“Let’s see what happens,” he says, his voice dropping a sinful octave.

The power shift electrifies me, and I’m determined to savor it.

I sip my drink and shut my eyes. The water swirls as they shift, and a wet thud tells me the trunks have been flung aside. I peek, catch a blur of motion, then close my eyes again and wait for them to settle.

“Knock on the rim when you’re ready,” I say.

Tap-tap.

I open my eyes and study them. The man on the right is a touch bulkier; the one on the left is leaner and taut. Giddiness bubbles up as I set my glass on the ledge. This is going to be fun.

I push off the bench and drift to the right. Placing a hand on his chest, I pretend I’m a shopper inspecting prized merchandise. A jolt of electricity snaps through me. This is intense.

“Hm… I wonder,” I whisper, my gaze locked on his.

I slide two fingers down his torso toward the impressive prize between his legs. For the sake of scientific integrity, I need to know exactly how he feels. I’m fairly certain he’s Kellan, but I’ll wait for conclusive evidence.

He watches me, drawing in a deep breath—he knows exactly what I’m up to. We’ve already agreed where this is headed. Some might call it torture; I call it foreplay.

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