My eyes fluttered closed. I parted my lips for his probing tongue. He let out a throaty growl of pleasure as my tongue clashed with his. His muscled body hardened, and my body responded back with a fiery heat of its own.
Our lips disconnected for breath. My gaze darted down his body. When the outline of his huge hard-on stared back at me through his boxers, my eyes bugged out.
My entire body tingled, every single nerve and cell alight. My nipples were twin points of bright agony inside my bra, and the swollen, wet space between my legs throbbed. Ached.
With every breath he took, his chest grazed my breasts, and I was painfully aware of the hard bulge inside his underwear. What kind of sound would he make if I rubbed against it? He was clearly primed and ready to go, and my body was only too eager to accept him. Jesus.
He was silent for a long moment. The air between us hummed with sexual tension. He leaned in again. My vision whited out. But he didn’t push. Instead, he brushed the softest whisper of a kiss against the side of my temple, the surprisingly soft hairs of his beard tickling my cheek and making my sex throb harder. “I need to see for myself if I make you wet like you make me hard.”
A quivering gasp escaped my throat. I wasn’t used to any kind of dirty talking. Before I could say anything, Kyle’s weight was snatched off me, and Brandon’s yell echoed in my ears. “You son of a bitch!”
I squeaked, darting out of the bathroom, begging them to stop fighting. No one listened, and to make matters worse, Zach joined.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, bursting into tears. That managed to grab their attention at last. When the twins jerked their heads toward me, I pushed my way through them and examined Kyle’s face. “You monsters, he’s hurting. He didn’t know what he was doing. Look what you’ve done to him.”
“We’ve had worse fights for fun. He’ll survive, sweetness. He needed it to snap out of it. If he wants some quickie to help him get over his bitch, he gets it away from my girl,” Zach said.
“She’s not your girl,” Brandon mumbled.
Zach clenched his fist, ready for another punch. “Huh?”
Brandon stared at him with challenge in his eyes. “I know I’m too late to speak, but I saw Keera first. I wanted to ask her out even before you saw her.”
The room shrank in silence except for my hammering heart. This feud was ridiculous. It might be hot that, after all these years, three gorgeous men found me attractive enough to fight over me, but it was awful. They were a family. They couldn’t tear each other apart like that.
They weren’t even fighting over me. None of them had known me long enough to feel something for me other than lust. They were fighting over my pussy.
I felt so low and filthy and bad. And incredibly wet.
Damn it.
I tore away from their eyes, rising to my feet. “I’m nobody’s girl. And it looks like it’s going to stay this way for a while. The second the roads are open, I’ll be out of here, and you’ll never hear from me again, unless it has something to do with Samantha.”
“Now who’s the pussy?” Kyle braced his weight on his elbows and sat up. “Three hunks are bleeding for you, ready to do everything in their might so you can have the perfect Valentine’s date and the perfect first time, and you back down?”
“I don’t want you to fight because of me. This is insane.”
Kyle moaned as he tried to get up. “Then choose one of us, and it will be over. We’re all big guys here. We’ll be happy for each other. Eventually.”
I froze, my mind humming blank. What seemed to be a fair, sensible, simple solution to all the trouble I’d caused was suddenly one of the hardest things I had to do.
“Is it really that hard, Keera?” Brandon grimaced, leaving the floor.
“Yes,” I confessed. “Yesterday, if you’d been the one who needed that date to the wedding, I’d have said yes without a thought.” My gaze shifted toward Zach, who was just staring back at me. “But then I met you, felt your overprotectiveness for me when you didn’t even know me, your impulsiveness to ask me out when you thought someone was going to beat you to it, and…that kiss.”
I licked my lips as if I wanted to remember his taste, but instead I tasted Kyle. I took him in, the bruises starting to color his face. “Then you cried on my chest, and I cried with you. I felt a connection a girl only saw in movies or read about in sweet romance books. And when you dared kiss me…the memory alone is making my skin tingle all over again.”
My eyes wandered among the three of them. “How am I supposed to choose? A virgin woman who has never been touched or kissed like that before? A girl who never felt something so powerful for any man before she met the three of you?”
Chapter Eleven
Kyle
“A date.” I gave a silent moan, sitting my ass down on the couch. Those assholes beat the hell out of me. I welcomed the pain, though. It was the perfect outlet for my anger. Surprisingly, after I’d cried my eyes out on Keera’s beautiful breasts—they were real unlike Jessica’s—I found myself more angry than sad or hurt. And if that was how I felt, then perhaps I was lucky to have broken off the engagement after all. I didn’t want to wind up divorced and miserable like Brandon.
“What are you fucking saying now?” Zach snarled at me.
“We take Keera on a decent date, and then she decides which one of us she wants to be her first,” I explained. “And if she wants him to be her one and only or would like to keep her options open. Open relationships work, by the way. Also polyamory. It’s the new trend. I think it’s hot.”
