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Harper let out a yawn, and I knew she had to be tired. We had tried to cram as much of Paris into the two days we had with her as possible. I think we had accomplished showing her all the major sights, and I had plans already to bring her back as soon as possible, for a longer trip, preferably in the springtime when all the flowers were blooming.
We crossed the street, walking toward the Eiffel Tower. Harper held my hand along with my brother’s, making sure the other brother was right beside us.
The fact that we would all be going our separate ways soon weighed heavily on my mind, but I held tight to the moments we did share. I savored the time we had together, hoping that once the holidays were over, it wouldn’t be lost forever.
32
Harper
It was getting late, and my body was heavy with exhaustion from all the walking we had done around Paris. We had a nice dinner at a fancy French restaurant not too far from our hotel, the glittering lights from Christmas still shining brightly all around us. Paris really was the city of lights, and I hated that I was leaving the next day. But I had to be back and ready to work on the second of January, something I was not looking forward to in the slightest. It meant seeing Tony again, which was something I was dreading. Part of me also dreaded the work itself.
It wasn’t at all what I had imagined. I thought the academic world would be perfect for me, but I was starting to have my doubts. Being away only cemented those doubts and I was struggling to make a decision about my career. I couldn’t quit. Going back and finishing my research while keeping my head down around Tony was about all I could do.
We got back to the hotel and Aiden opened the patio doors overlooking the Champs Elysée. The air was chilled, but it wasn’t as cold as I expected. It wasn’t New York cold, after all. The noise from the street below was full of excitement as people waited for the fireworks show. I enjoyed being there, but I was grateful I wasn’t in the throngs of people on the street. I stood there at the window and stared out, electrified by the energy and no longer feeling tired.
Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, a hard body pressing against me. I relaxed into the arms, unsure of who I might be snuggling against.
Not that it mattered. Any one of them could have been holding me and I would have been in heaven.
As if on cue, the other two brothers came to my side.
It was our last night together like this, and the entire time, I had hoped we would get one more chance to recreate what had happened in Chamonix.
Based on the hardness pressing against me from behind, I had a feeling I wasn’t the only one who hoped for that.
His hands moved down my hips, pulling me against him. I closed my eyes as I rested against his body. Someone came in front of me and drew my lips to his. He cupped my breasts in his strong hands. His tongue pushed past my lips and tangled with mine.
Another pair of lips pressed against my neck, sucking gently at my flesh. On my other side, someone was nibbling gently on my ear lobe.
There were so many hands exploring every inch of my body, I couldn’t keep track of them all. I shuddered from the sensory overload. It was almost too much—but electricity ran through my veins and every touch caused my insides to ache with desire.
“Please…” I whimpered without even realizing I was making a sound until I heard it with my own ears.
One of the guys lifted me in his arms.
He carried me into the master bedroom and laid me down on the giant bed gently. I sank into the mattress and bedding as each of the guys stripped me down, removing my clothing as their mouths and hands explored my naked flesh. I had no idea who was who, my head was spinning.
I thought that once they undressed, I might have a better idea of which brother was which, so I grabbed at one of their shirts and yanked at it, helping them to pull it off over their head. As soon as they were shirtless, I stroked their chest, free of tattoos. I could feel the taut muscles under my fingertips, but I still wasn’t sure if this was Jackson or Nate.
But then I moved to the next brother, and it was the same. No tattoos.
And the next, the same.
I stared at them perplexed. Tattoos don’t just disappear overnight.
They grinned at me cheekily, and there was a hint of mischievousness there. Jackson’s grin was always a bit crooked, as if he was hiding something behind that smile. But as soon as the smiles disappeared, I was back staring at identical faces.
“How? I don’t understand…” I stroked one of their chests, as if I could uncover the hidden tattoos.
“A professional makeup artist taught us some tricks that they use in Hollywood,” the one I thought to be Jackson responded.
“To cover tattoos this well?”
All three nodded.
“I can’t tell who you are like this,” I said with a laugh.
“That’s the point,” one of them replied, bringing my lips to his. “You’re going to have to figure it out in other ways.”
