Page 39 of My Brother's Best Friends

“It really depends on what you want from him,” she says with a casual shrug.

“I want him to bend me over. Stat.”

She doubles over laughing. “Damn, girl. Then go get that. If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen. If not, the universe will make room in your life for something better.”

“Regardless of our expectations,” I conclude. I’m not sure the mental gymnastics we just performed in this bathroom are what I needed, but I like the result. It’s what I want, anyway.

It’s the sexual logistics of the whole dynamic that have me on edge, I realize. But I have control over that. Kellan and Alex made that perfectly clear. I decide who goes where, who does what. I trust them. They would never do anything to hurt or overwhelm me, after all.

“What if we do this and things can never go back to the way they were? My brother might have questions if he notices something off between us.”

“Are you a child or a woman?”

I laugh, quick to pick up on what she’s trying to tell me.

“I am a woman. I have agency over my body and my decisions.” I straighten my shoulders.

“Then there you have it.”

“I guess you were right. Talking to strangers can help. Thank you…”

She chuckles softly. “Don’t mention it. Just never find yourself in a position to explain yourself or your choices to anyone. It’s your life, honey. Nobody else gets to live it for you.”

We part ways, and I’m given a few minutes of silence and solitude in front of the mirror.

This is happening. I want it to happen, and I want to see where it leads.

With renewed enthusiasm, I march out of the bathroom to meet my guys at the bottom of the slopes. “I think I’ve had enough skiing for one day,” I announce.

Alex and Kellan look at each other. Their eyes say more than words ever could, and just looking at them makes my heart stutter and heat bloom low in my belly. Oscar lifts his brows and meets my gaze. I respond with a nod, certain of my intentions.

“I should swing by the bar and grab a bottle of champagne,” Alex says, flashing a smile brighter than the setting sun.

“Make it two,” Oscar says, offering me his hand.

Kellan hands our gear to a lodge attendant, and we head toward the resort, its silhouette glowing against the jeweled sunset.

We wait for Alex in the lobby for a little while. I’m getting hot, so I remove my hat and gloves. Kellan and Oscar watch me from the corners of their eyes. Tension coils between us, tugging our bodies closer. The shift is so subtle no one else would notice.

But I feel it.

Back in the elevator, the air turns molten. All bets are off as soon as the doors slide shut. Oscar pulls me into his arms, his mouth crashing into mine with devastating, pent-up desire.

“Come here,” Kellan says. He refuses to stand idly by, palming my hip. He brushes my hair to one side and lowers his lips to my neck.

The electricity is palpable. Here I am, wedged between two hunky guys. One savors me from the front, the other from behind.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while now,” Alex says, smiling as he watches us unravel.

I sneak my hand up to stroke Oscar’s face. He’s clean-shaven, but after several hours I can feel the faint rasp of a five-o’clock shadow. His mouth tastes of the sweetest sin, and his tender touch nearly melts me.

Kellan’s attention to my neck does not go unnoticed. I feel his tongue glide over my skin, sampling the pleasure that will soon be ours. The elevator chimes, and we break apart in case someone waits on the other side.

Kellan flashes a wicked grin. “Game faces on.”

Luck is with us because the hallway is empty. I lean on Oscar as I step out of the elevator car and onto solid ground. No one is laughing anymore. We practically sprint to our suite, desperate to get behind closed doors.

As soon as we’re inside, Kellan scoops me up and pins my back to the door. I wrap my legs around his waist, closing my eyes as I surrender to his possessive kiss.

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