Page 31 of My Ex's Billionaire Brothers

I think I’ve rendered him speechless just by sucking his cock into my mouth. His hips rock him deeper into my throat, and between him and Gage, I’m blissed out of my mind.

“She has a thing for giving head,” Theo tells them. “It makes her happy.”

“By all fucking means, let’s keep her happy,” Hunter grunts.

Theo strokes down my spine like he’s petting a cat. His voice is low in my ear. “You love being filled with cock, don’t you, doll?”

“Mm-hmm,” I manage.

Gage’s grip on my hips tightens. “She’s so fucking sexy like this—the way her cheeks hollow when she sucks, fucking hell.”

Someone’s hands find my tits, but I can’t look down to see who. I’m too busy with Hunter. Whoever it is knows exactly how to touch me there. So far, all three of them know how, so my tit-captain’s identity remains a toss-up. Their palms ghost over my nipples again and again, setting me off once more.

I explode on Gage’s cock while choking on Hunter’s. My scream is muffled but unmistakable. It echoes on the walls.

Let the neighbors hear me. Tell the whole world.

Gage growls, “Oh, fuck yes, right now!” He gushes inside me, thrusting like a wild man.

I almost bite Hunter because of Gage’s thrashing body, and he must like that, because he snarls, “Fuck, kitten, take it all,” right as he comes in my mouth. And I do take it all. I swallow every drop.

Because they’re mine.

I reach for Theo, who pulls me off of Gage and tucks me against him. But when I grab for his semi-hard cock, he only presses a kiss to my forehead. “Sleep now, doll.”

“I’m not tire—” My own yawn interrupts me. “Okay, maybe I am.”

He softly chuckles and rolls me around until he’s spooning me with his warm body. The pillow beneath my head is so comfy, and someone brings the blanket over me. I’m not sure who turns out the lights, but in seconds, I’m out too.

14

GAGE

Last night was unforgettable.My mind won’t settle the details into my memory like normal. Been ruminating on it all night long, staring at the cracked ceiling of the motel.

Anya is still asleep in the other bed—I’ve been watching her all night. She seems to finally be at peace, and we did that for her. Pride threatens to swell and make me want to take credit, but it was a group effort. I might’ve sworn off emotional entanglements in this arrangement, but I can’t lie to myself. She’s incredible, and I want more of her.

Still, I remind myself, we have a no-feelings rule. Easier said than done. Part of me scoffs at the idea that I could keep emotions out of it when it comes to Anya. She’s the kind of woman I’ve always wanted—someone who challenges me, someone I can protect, someone who softens my rough edges without even trying.

Fuck the rules.

As much as I’d like to throw myself into this headlong, it’s a terrible idea. Her breakup is barely official. She’s my brother’sex-fiancée. She’s not as kinky as anyone I’ve ever played with. Those are all valid reasons to keep my head straight, and that’s not even taking my baggage into account.

I don’t date, not seriously anyway. I might run scenes with the same person a couple of times, but never more than that. It’s better for everyone involved. There are no hard feelings if you don’t develop feelings in the first place.

With a grunt, I rise from the bed, careful not to wake Anya. The morning light cuts a harsh angle across the motel carpet. Theo is still spooned behind her, his eyes flicking up to me when he sees me move. We exchange quick nods to say good morning, and then I head off for the bathroom.

Can’t say I’m not jealous of Theo’s sleeping position, but of the three of us, he’s the least likely to catch feelings, so that’s probably why he took it. The man is a block of ice, and Theo is always trying to protect me and Hunter from making bad choices. He thinks we’ll fall for someone and screw things up for the business. I get why he thinks that about Hunter—the man might joke around, but he’s all heart. But why Theo thinks that about me, I have no idea.

We’re only an hour into the drive when a notification pings on my phone. I glance at the screen and see a social media post from Mom. A photo of Calvin and Brenna appears, but there’s a sad face attached to the pic. I read the caption.

A pity the happy couple won’t be here for the holiday, but apparently Castle Beach is more fun than family. Happy Fourth, everyone!

A sour taste floods my mouth. Hunter has the middle seat, and Anya’s sitting in the back seat, fiddling with her phone. Iexchange a glance with Theo, who’s behind the wheel, and then slide my phone into my pocket.

“News from home?” he asks, low enough that Anya won’t hear.

I follow his lead, speaking quietly. “Calvin is bringing his new girlfriend to Castle Beach.”