Page 45 of My Brother's Best Friends

I swear I’m falling in love.

And that’s dangerous territory. Yet here she is, tender from the raucous fucking and still ravenous for more. She won’t quit until we’re all wrung dry. I watch her sink to her knees, fingers circling the base of my cock with bold confidence.

“Kay, what are you?—”

In one fluid movement, she swallows the whole thing down to the hilt. The sudden, wet heat blows my mind. The molten heat of her mouth, the velvet squeeze of her throat… fucking hell. It’s all too much.

“Easy, baby—you’ll make me come too fast,” I say with a breathless laugh, guiding her chin up.

“Are you sure? I love the taste of you, Alex,” she says.

Kellan chuckles softly. “We’ve got time for a gourmet session, too, baby. There is no rush.”

“Unless you’ve got someplace else to be?” Oscar teases.

She gives him a broad smile. “I’m not going anywhere, darling.”

“Good. Let me.” I help her onto the couch and settle her against the back cushions, propping her up. She licks her lips greedily. At this rate, I doubt we’ll get much sleep until morning.

I press my thighs against hers, my knees perched precariously at the edge of the cushion. I blanket her body with mine, savoring every last inch of skin against skin. When I slip inside, my mind goes numb.

This is the happy ending I’ve been chasing all along. I rub my cock against her inner walls, sparking sensations I’ve never experienced before. Makayla is the real thing—capable of taking all three of us and begging for more.

I drive myself deeper, teetering on the edge of sanity. “I’ll never get enough of this perfect, juicy pussy,” I whisper shamelessly in her ear.

“You’re already my favorite drug,” she says with a soft grunt.

She reaches back to grip my thigh, urging me deeper. For one breathless second I think I can last forever, but my body seizes and I shudder.

I press tight against her and let go. She’s sweet, slick, and gloriously sweaty—utterly ravished and radiant. I rest my head on her shoulder, breathing in the mingled scent of all four of us.

“We’ll wear ourselves thin at this rate,” I say.

“I could die of happiness,” Makayla confesses.

“You’re not going anywhere yet,” I reply, kissing her cheek.

I know she’s probably exhausted, so I simply roll onto the couch and capture her in my arms. My cock slips free, resting heavy between her thighs. She moans, snuggling back against me as she lazily strokes my jaw.

Minutes pass in a peaceful, sated silence.

“We should move into the bedroom,” Makayla says, drowsy and mellow in my embrace. “I’d love to spend the rest of the night in bed with you. All three of you.”

“That sounds perfect,” I agree.

Kellan clears his throat. “Which bedroom? Do we draw straws?”

“Mine,” she says with a giggle. “I want you on my turf.”

Oscar’s phone pings. He’s sprawled on the sofa beside us, relaxed and not remotely ready to face the world, but he still hauls himself upright to check the screen. I watch him closely, his brow furrowing as he reads through a text message.

“Oh, shit.”

“What is it?” I ask.

“Bryan just texted me,” Oscar says. “He’s on his way.”

“Shit,” Kellan snaps.

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