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But in this reality, getting caught fucking mydarling boyfriend’sbrother would seriously fuck up my plans.
They leaned forward, their hands finding the top of the door frame as the corner of their mouth hooked into a grin. “Hi, Vic.”
God.All sorts of inappropriate things ran through my head at the tilt of their lips.
I swallowed hard, stumbling back a step. “Hi,” I returned, my voice quieter than I would’ve liked.
Kohl’s towel was low on their hips, hugging their flesh. The planes of their stomach were defined with the whisper of their abs, and when a stray drop of water fell down one, my mouth watered. In my mind, I was already in front of them, my tongue trailing—
“I don’t know why you waste your time with that loser,” they murmured, using their free hand to peel a piece of wet hair away from the side of my face. “You’re worth fifty of Dylan.”
Their words should’ve shocked me. Should’ve snapped me out of this spiraling need for them. But when they touched me, it was like every fiber of my being was singing. My body—and mind—were begging me to lean forward and taste those fucking scars of theirs.
Kohl had this sort of heavy, intoxicating air about them that Dylan didn’t.
For one, I actuallylikedKohl. Seeing them in the halls at school or even around the house was the highlight of my day—well, other than their ritual good morning and good night texts. I clung to those like a lifeline while I choked on the bitterness of having to pretend to be into Dylan.
I wanted them. Wanted them more than I’d ever wanted anything.
But every moment I fantasized about Kohl was another wasted second where I could be enacting my plan.
And as much as I wanted Kohl, revenge was my top priority.
At least for now.
It was my burden to carry, and I wouldn’t let Kohl be another person on my long list of casualties. I’d make sure of it.
Kohl’s thumb scored a line across my jaw as they leaned into my space, their breath ghosting over my lips. “Vic?”
I fought the urge to rub my thighs together.
“I know,” I whispered, looking into their deep brown eyes.
“Then why—?”
“This is sure cozy,” Dylan said from behind us.
Reluctantly, I stepped away from the warmth of Kohl’s body, turning to Dylan and throwing on my kilowatt smile. “Baby! I told you I’d be right back!”
“Got thirsty,” my boyfriend grunted, holding up a pair of beers. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No!” Kohl and I said at the same time.
I bounced over to Dylan, wrapping my arms around his thick middle. “Did you find my bottoms?”
“Didn’t even look,” he said with a smirk, reaching down to fist my left butt cheek, spreading my ass to give Kohl a look through my cover. “Thought we could skinnydip for a bit anyway.”
I bit back my nasty remark, trying to ignore Kohl’s eyes on me like a brand.
“Sounds like fun!”
It did not, in fact, sound like fun. It sounded like another opportunity for Dylan to get his dick wet and for me to spend another two and a half minutes pretending that submitting to an overgrown Mr. Potato Head was remotely stimulating.
Dylan led me back through the house, and I followed, my head turning as we rounded the corner to catch a final glimpse of Kohl, their jaw tight and irritated, before they headed for their room.
Now that was a Wolff sibling I wanted to be under.
I bet they liked breath play.
