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He kisses me hard while Brady undoes the strings of my bikini, baring my chest.
I love how different their kisses are. Matt is hard and dominant, while Brady is skilled and softer, almost reverent. I can’t help but wonder how Drew’s lips would feel on mine and wish we weren’t interrupted the other day when he was helping me with that splinter.
Matt’s tongue explores my mouth, and his big hands close around my tits as his best friend makes quick work of untying the bottom piece of my bikini before taking care of his own shirt and pants.
Matt stops kissing me for a second, grinding his hard-on against my naked body. I arch my back, leaning against Brady who is now kneeling behind me on the bed. My fingers find the waistband of Matt’s swimming trunks, but when I begin pulling them down, Brady covers my hand with his to stop me.
“Baby,” he says, turning me in his arms to look at me. “I know you haven’t done this before, and there are two of us. If that’s too much, we can kick that motherfucker out of my room.”
There’s an amused glint in his dark blue eyes, and I open my mouth to say something, but Matt’s chuckle stops me in my tracks. “I see. Is that why you walked into your room rather than mine? So I’d be the one who has to go if two of us are too much for Greer?”
Brady barks out a laugh. “Damn skippy it is.” But then he becomes serious. “Ribbing Matt aside, Greer, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want. We don’t even have to fuck if you aren’t ready. Matt and I can take care of you, or if you’d prefer to be with just one of us, just say the word and the other one will leave.”
Matt nods, placing a soft kiss on my forehead with a tenderness I didn’t think he was capable of. “Brady is right. Even though, of course, if you want just one of us, I vote him out of the bedroom.”
I look between the two of them, unsure if I have to feel good about the fact that they are letting me call the shots or annoyed that this is starting to sound like a fucked-up version ofThe Bachelorette. “Is it that easy?” I ask them. “I say go and whoever is ‘voted out’ goes? No hard feelings? No attempts to convince me that you’re the one I should choose?”
They look at each other again, and this silent communication thing between them is hot and maddening at the same time.
“Of course I don’t want to go,” Matt says. “But like Brady said, it’s up to you.”
Brady confirms his best friend’s statement. “He’s right. I mean, you and I were so close to doing it this morning, so I’m dying to call dibs, but if you want to be with just Matt, I’m going to accept it.”
These two—three, because I can’t help but wish that Drew was here—will be the death of me, I swear. “Have you ever shared a girl?” I ask, suddenly curious.
Matt lowers his gaze, a little embarrassed, while Brady meets my gaze. “Yeah. Once,” he says calmly.
I have so many questions, and I open my mouth to ask them, but Matt pulls me to him, running gentle fingers down my jawline.
“To be honest, pretty girl, I don’t even remember much about it.”
Brady nods. “Me neither. It was years ago. We were college freshmen, and we went to Florida for spring break. Alcohol was flowing and things got a little wild, but the memory is fuzzy at best.”
“True,” Matt confirms. “But this, with you, Greer, would be—is different. We’re going to surf together and we work for your father, and things could get really complicated. One of the reasons why I resisted getting closer is because I feel really shitty asking you to be my dirty little secret.”
Brady makes me turn around, taking my hand in his and brushing his lips over my knuckles, his blue eyes dark and intense. “Matt’s right. You’ll go to college after the summer, and we want to stay in Coral Cove, but the only way we can is by winning the first prize of that surfing competition. I’ve already fucked things up with Carly and—”
“I’m not Carly, and I’m completely fine with keeping things between us discreet. I’m convinced that you’re worrying too much about my daddy’s reaction to me dating one of you,” I say, doing my best to ignore the flicker of doubt in the back of my mind. “But I wouldn’t know how to explain it if I was seeing all three of you.” Mom and Chelsea would be a totally different story, but I don’t even want to think about them right now.
If they see through my doubts, they don’t say anything.
“So you want this?” Matt asks, and I nod.
“And you also like Drew?” Brady doesn’t look angry when he asks me that.
“Is that a problem if I do? He’s so talented and handsome and kind. I’d love to get to know him better.”
Brady and Matt smile at each other. “Drew works really long hours, so I think he deserves a fun, dirty summer,” Matt says.
The idea of a dirty summer with these three hot surfers causes a rush of heat between my thighs.
Brady takes me into his arms. “So do you want me or Matt to leave right now?”
I shake my head. “No, I want you both. I’m just a little… nervous. I’m scared it’ll hurt.”
His lips touch mine as he drags me down on the mattress. “We’ll take care of you, baby. I promise.”
The kiss that follows is hot and deep. Brady explores my mouth with gentle but confident strokes of his tongue, and Matt kisses a hot trail down my neck. I feel Brady’s perfectly sculpted chest and abs with my hand while Matt’s tall, big body is pressed into my backside.
