Page 18 of My Brother's Best Friends

Alex grabs one of my hands and Kellan grabs the other. They haul me out of the tub and give me a second to stand on my own two feet.

“Let’s keep you warm and toasty until we get you inside.” Kellan snags a towel from a nearby lounge chair and drapes it around my shoulders, smoothing his palms over my damp skin to blot away the water.

“Do you want the champagne?” Alex asks.

“Leave it,” I say.

We’re halfway through the suite when the main door opens. I freeze, caught between two naked, dripping hunks. For a heartbeat I’m sure it’s Bryan. Relief surges when I see it’s only Oscar. My voice catches in my throat.

I remain still, at a loss for words.

Oscar does, too; he clearly needs a moment to register the sight before him.

Kellan, somehow unruffled, lifts a hand in greeting. “Hey, Oscar.”

Oscar’s jaw drops. He takes one look at the three of us and shuts the door behind him. We stare at each other for only seconds, though it feels like a lifetime. I lick my lips, wondering if I should go to him.

“What the fuck?” Oscar asks, his tone heavy, his gaze dark.

My smile falters. Whatever momentum we’d built slid out of the hot tub with me, leaving behind a painfully awkward silence.

“I know this looks different from what you expected when you walked in,” Kellan says. “But there’s a perfectly good explanation.”

Alex offers a helpless grin. “On the upside, this is consensual—all willing participants.”

Ah, some things never change. Kellan and Alex always chase the fun, while Oscar clings to the role of responsible sibling—even though I’m sure something wicked simmers behind those thin-rimmed glasses.

What flickers in his eyes isn’t simple anger or outrage; it’s something quieter—and it sparks a fire low in my belly. I muster a shaky half smile. “Definitely willing.”

Kellan gestures toward me. “Oscar, this is Makayla.”

I extend a hand, the towel slipping off my left shoulder. I let out a nervous laugh. “Wish you’d walked in sooner.”

Oscar takes my hand and shakes it, ever the polite one, but he doesn’t say a word. I remember him from when we wereyounger. He was always a bit stuffier than his brothers, so I’m not entirely surprised by his reticence.

He finally speaks. “Yeah, I recognize her. It’s been a while. Good to see you.”

I briefly lose myself in the dark caramel pools of his eyes. “Good to see you, too, Oscar.”

I try to work up the courage to entice him into the bedroom with us, but I just can’t manage it. Somehow, even flanked by his naked brothers, shyness still knots my stomach.

“I think you should all get dressed and stop whatever is going on before you get carried away,” Oscar says bluntly.

Alex lets out a sharp breath. “I think we’re past the carried-away part.” He’s probably thinking about my first orgasm. The memory still buzzes along my nerve endings.

“We’re supposed to have lunch with Bryan and Callie,” Oscar reminds them. “And Makayla’s expected to join us, in case you’d forgotten.”

Why do I suddenly feel like a kid caught shoplifting candy?

“We’ve got hours,” Kellan objects.

Oscar checks his watch—still a high-end Swiss piece, naturally. That knitted vest clings to his muscular torso, confirming that he’s yet another ripped Anderson triplet. “Actually, we haveonehour—and unless you plan to strut through the lobby nude—don’t say a fucking word, Kellan, I know you would—you need to save at least twenty minutes to get dressed.”

Alex scoffs. “That’s plenty of time.”

I raise one finger, not sure that forty minutes is actually enough time. “Is it, though?”

Kellan leans in, his breath skimming my ear, and growls low enough to melt my bones. “Baby, how long did it take us to make you come just now?”

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