Page 46 of My Brother's Best Friends

“What? WHY?” Makayla moans.

“Carry her into a bedroom,” Oscar tells me, a sense of urgency coming over the three of us at once.

“Carry me into my bedroom, at least,” Makayla insists. “Ugh, leave it to my brother to spoil the entire moment.”

I shoot Oscar a sour look. “Hold on. What does Bryan want? Can’t it wait until tomorrow, at least?”

“I tried to push him off till tomorrow, but he hasn’t answered. He’s probably close.”

I half tumble off the couch—there’s no graceful way to dismount. Turning around, I sweep our precious lover into my arms. She gives me a grateful smile, her eyelids drooping sleepily. I carry her to her room, nudge the door shut with my foot, and lay her gently on the bed.

“Alex,” she says, reaching out for me.

“Yes?” I ask, sitting down beside her.

“Why is Oscar mad?”

“He’s not mad,” I assure her. “Oscar’s just worried about what Bryan will think.”

Makayla closes her eyes like even thinking is too much right now.

“Maybe I should get you some coffee,” I offer. I know the aftereffects of lovemaking this intense can take hours to fade.Bryan will know something’s up if Makayla’s too exhausted to finish a sentence.

I kiss her forehead before letting myself out of the room. Kellan’s still walking around naked, but Oscar’s got some pants on. He fumbles with the buttons of a work shirt while scooping up the clothes we scattered earlier.

“Won’t you put some pants on?” Oscar says.

“I don’t like any of this,” Kellan mutters.

“You can hate it and still get dressed. Bryan will be here any second.”

“Bro, why don’t you make Makayla some coffee?” I suggest, trying to give Kellan something to do so he won’t piss Oscar off.

“Bryan’s on his way,” Oscar says, waving his phone like a warning flare. “We need to get dressed and make this place look less like a raunchy sex fest.”

“It’s precisely what happened here,” Kellan argues. “In our suite.”

“With HIS sister,” Oscar shoots back.

And there it is—the grim truth we ignored while we claimed Makayla again and again only minutes ago.

“Come on,” I say, grabbing Kellan by one arm and leading him toward the kitchenette.

“Fine,” he grumbles, but moves.

I leave him standing over the sink with the coffee pot in his hand, then hurry over to speak with Oscar in private. “We’ve gota problem that has nothing to do with pants. Makayla’s a little loopy right now,” I say in a low voice.

Oscar gives a small, almost secretive smile. “What can we do?”

“I don’t know. Can you stall Bryan? Tell him that we just got back from the ski slopes and need to take a shower or something.”

“Right. I’ll handle it.”

He disappears back into his room to make the phone call.

I wander into the kitchen and flash my other brother a triumphant grin. “We might be out of the woods this time.”

“Good. It doesn’t mean I like the way we’re sneaking around…”

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