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With my sex-soaked fingers, I lift her chin for a kiss. Her scent heightens the afterglow. She lets me take control but I meet her sated mood, staying gentle, thanking her for trusting me, for believing what most people would have dismissed—that we are meant to be together.
“Hey, little bro.” Klayton, my oldest brother approaches the table.
Fuck. I’m not ready for my private moment with Aria to be over.
Aria straightens when I reach across the table to shake his hand, doing introductions. He’s the overachiever, successful at everything type…except relationships. I just one-upped him with a princess. My arm is around her, and he raises his eyebrows when I introduce her as a friend.
Before he can say anything, Sebastian shows up and we go through the intros again.
“How did you convince her to hang out with you?” Sebastian teases.
I lift my hand from around her shoulder. “She’s free to go.”
“Why would I want to do that?” Aria looks up at me and I give her a wink. Thank fuck she didn’t bail.
Maybe I should have played the girlfriend card. My brothers can’t keep their eyes off of her and their small talk is garnering tons of personal information I haven’t had time to get. She seems to realize the precariousness and looks at me a lot when she answers.
She’s young for a nurse in her position. She’s always wanted to be a public servant. Loves making people happy, which my brothers can’t help but snicker at. She takes it in stride. Her father pushed her to excel her entire life. Very controlling, but with good intent. Still no mention of her mom. No pets, but hopes that will change now that she has her own place. She’s only twenty, which explains why I didn’t smell alcohol in that fancy drink she has. And she’s saving up to take a vacation where nobody knows her.
She doesn’t want to elaborate on the last comment but I make a few mental notes. Princess? How recognizable is she in this town? Is this a good or bad thing?
Then she wants to hear about us. My brothers pounce at the opportunity to bring up my fear of spiders. The fact that I sucked my thumb until I was three. Assholes, but I let them have it. I have nothing to hide.
All four of us get along, conversation flows, and I sense that we all have a connection, not just Aria and me. My brothers and I have always been close, and she fits in perfectly…with all of us. My mind wanders to places I don’t understand. Places I wouldn’t ask my sweet girl to go.
I adjust my pants because my cock starts to get hard again. It also helps me keep things loose so I don’t stick to my own clothes. Fucking embarrassing.
A ruckus a few feet from our table halts our conversation. Torch quickly takes control of the situation and grabs a guy by the front of his shirt. “Get the fuck out and stay out.”
I wrap my arm around Aria a little tighter while everyone in the place watches Torch force the guy to the door. On his way back inside, Torch distinctly looks at Aria.
“Do you know that guy that got thrown out?”
“Never saw him before today. I noticed him earlier, looked like trouble, but they run a pretty tight ship here. You step out of line, they’ll help you to the door.”
“That’s good. You don’t need to be hanging out in dangerous places.”
“Ha! This is one of the safest places in town. People may think bikers are bad, but these guys have hearts of gold.”
Klayton’s up to something. I can see it in the way he looks at Aria. Then he pulls the conversation back to our table. “Just throwing this out there before you get too cozy with my brother. You look like the kind of woman who can appreciate an older man who has his shit together.” He motions to himself. “I’m the oldest. Vance is the baby.”
His comment should rile me up, but those thoughts I’m trying to suppress create an image I can’t shake from my mind. If I shared Aria…if my brothers helped care for her… Damn, the thoughts take a turn for the sordid. If she was riding Klay’s cock, I could sit back and watch her come. Is it wrong for me to imagine my brother fucking my girlfriend?
I’m escalating things way out of proportion. I don’t have any guarantee she wants more than getting her cherry popped.
While I’m swallowing the guilt of depravity, my brothers sort out that Klay is seven years older than Aria and Sebastian is six. It’s when Klay makes another comment about her needing an older man that I notice the subtlety of a shiver running up her spine.
Is she excited by that? If she had to choose, who would she pick? What if she didn’t have to?
Shifting my position, I watch her expression as the conversation continues.
Sebastian nudges Klay, “If we’re throwing our hats in the ring, I’ll point out that I may not be the first to meet you or the Type A firstborn, but as the middle child, I’m the peacekeeper. Your happiness is my goal.”
I’m so caught up in the way she lights up at his comment that it takes me a second to notice he’s reached across the table and is stroking her hand.
Not to be outdone, Klay swats his hand away from her and lifts her delicate fingers for a kiss. She squirms and pulls back, but I’m watching her closely. She liked it. Her reaction matches the thoughts and feelings I’m having.
I have to adjust my pants again. Out of the times I thought about having a three-way or more, it was never with my brothers, but who better to trust? Now isn’t the time to bring it up though.
