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Oh, fuck off, brain!

Is it so bad that I like being here, sandwiched between them? The only thing that would make this better is if Knox were here. I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth. Knox and I definitely have chemistry. I always knew it, but we’ve never acted on it. Last night, though?

My pulse kicks up a notch, and that familiar ache between my thighs intensifies. These men—my oldest friends, my biggest mistakes, my everything—have me completely enraptured, and I can’t bring myself to move.

Last night they said they all wanted to date me.

I’m still not sure if I’m dreaming. I pinch my arm. Fuck. Ow. Okay, so this is real. I don’t have to choose between the men I’ve loved since I was a gawky tween.

Behind me, Jax stirs. His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me back against the solid wall of his chest. A low hum rumbles through him, vibrating against my spine, and I have to bite my lip to keep from making an embarrassing sound.

“Mornin’, Callie Mae.” His voice comes out rough with sleep, all gravel and honey.

Brax is still sleeping peacefully. I turn my head slightly, catching a glimpse of Jax’s messy brown hair. “Morning.” My voice comes out breathy. “Sleep well?

“Mmm.” His thumb caresses my stomach, the pads of his fingers pressing against my skin. “Slept better than I have in a long time with you here.” His mouth presses into my cheek and then he whispers in my ear. “How about you?”

“Great,” I admit, trying to ignore the fire raging beneath my skin as he glides his palm over my belly, one finger teasing the band of underwear.

“There is one problem,” he rasps, pressing his body against mine. His hardness nestles against my ass and he releases a low groan. “I’m dying, Callie.”

Rolling my eyes, I carefully turn in his arms. “Dying, Jax?”

He nods, gaze roaming over my face. “I think you’re the only one who can save me.”

I hum, run my hand up his chest and cup his face. “How’s that?”

Grabbing my thigh with one hand, he hooks my leg over his hips and drags me closer with the other. He pushes his thigh between my legs and I may or may not roll my hips against the sudden pressure. My core aches with need, soaking my panties.

“I think you know, Callie,” he whispers.

My eyes lift to meet his. The space between us condenses and electrifies. “Brax⁠—”

“Sleeping.”

“He—”

“Won’t mind.”

Jax wants to fuck me while his brother is sleeping right next to us? It’s scandalous. Wrong. And so fucking tempting. My penchant for breaking rules might be my downfall, because when Jax gives me that look, with that puppy dog gaze that shines with sin, I think I might follow this man to hell.

Slowly, Jax’s face inches closer. Giving me time to say no. I should. Good girls wouldn’t do what I’m about to. Me and trouble have always been best friends, though. Jax smirks, as if willing me to burn a little longer, and he grinds his thigh against me. My clit throbs in appreciation, pulse thrumming as that heat in my low belly is going to consume me if I don’t find a release.

Fuck it.

I grab his throat, pulling him toward me, and our lips collide in a hungry, desperate kiss. He traces the seam of my mouth. I let him in and he groans, squeezing my ass and rocking my pussy against his thigh. I gasp, and he steals the sound, tongue waging war against my voice of reason.

My hand slips between our bodies, beneath the band of his boxers, and I wrap my fingers around his dick, smiling in approval as he thrusts into my grip. Jax is thick and just long enough. Warm, smooth, and hard as a fucking rock. “All this for me?” I tease, the words practically lost in our kiss.

“It’s always been all for you, baby.”

Those words weave through my heart, and I rise onto my elbow, guiding him onto his back while I run my hand up and down his length. I straddle Jax like I’ve done it a thousand times. He keeps kissing me, but shoves his boxers down, freeing his length.

“Jax,” I murmur with need.

“I’ve got you.” He grabs my underwear and shoves it down my thighs. I wiggle back and forth to get them all the way off, and when they flutter to the floor, I’m left naked save Brax’s shirt.

Breaking the kiss, I marvel at Jax’s smooth length in my palm as he runs his hands up my thighs, moving the fabric up, up, up, exposing me.