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THIRTY-SEVEN

Wyatt

Our girl makes this way too easy.

She’s so flustered, doing her damnedest to pay attention to the movie, but I bet she couldn’t even tell us what we’re watching. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips are parted, her breaths are heavy, and her entire body is rigid. Poor thing is really trying not to move a muscle.

Probably afraid we’ll alert Colin to what’s happening behind him.

But there’s no chance of that.

Her brother is fully immersed in the movie and Maverick…Well, he’s making it look like he’s paying attention, but he’s watching a different show.

He’s watching us.

Kinsley made her position clear—one night and one night only, but that’s not going to work for me, for any of us. Maverick nearly screwed the pooch trying to kiss her in the elevator, but we need to pull back and play the long game. A little touch here. A light caress there.

Completely innocent.

But is it really?

We need to break down her walls, make her question herself, and more than anything make her want us. And I’m not just talking about a repeat of Saturday night, although I hope that comes with it.

She’s the only girl I’ve ever wanted to claim, to make mine, and I know Maverick and Brantley feel it too. There’s a spark, a connection between us I can’t deny. We’ve been surviving for thirty-eight years. We’ve built a law practice. We have more money than we know what to do with. We’ve been content, but I don’t think any of us can say we’ve been truly happy.

There’s a reason we’ve never settled down, never found that one girl on our own. We needed her. The guys are already my brothers. It makes sense she would make us a family.

She just needs to see that.

I fan my fingers out, letting my pinkie stroke down her inner thigh, and I love the little shiver that works through her.

“Are you cold, little dove?” Brantley’s voice is low, strained. He’s barely holding it together.

Kinsley doesn’t answer, just shakes her head, another shiver running down her spine, and I can’t help the smile that stretches across my face. “I think our baby girl is still hungry.” I lower my voice and lean toward her. “But maybe not for food.”

Her whimper gets me hard in an instant, and it takes everything in me to pull away, putting my hands back in my lap. Maverick glances at me, his lips twitching. Brant lifts his hand, brushing his fingertips around her knee and clears his throat, almost immediately crossing his arms.

She shifts. Nibbles on her plush lower lip.

She doesn’t turn her head, but I can feel her eyes on me.

“I love this part.” I chuckle, turning away from her and leaning on the arm of the couch. Do I know what part this is? No. Have I even seen this movie before? Also, no. But she doesn’t need to know that.

In fact, I barely watch another second, I can only watch her.

She’s tense the entire movie, her posture stiff, but at the same time, she can’t stop squirming. Her legs are rubbing together and occasionally she releases a heavy sigh, one that lets us know how unhappy she is with her current state of affairs.

I’m positive we could help her out with that problem, but not before she asks for it.

Once the movie is over, Colin gives us all cool guy handshakes and heads off to get ready for bed.

“I guess we should head out as well.” Maverick heads for the door, and we dutifully follow.

Kinsley is the last one off the couch, trailing behind us to the door. Her steps are hesitant, her eyes darting between the three of us.

“Thanks for letting us hang out. If you or your brother need anything, you know where to find us.” Maverick opens his arms like he’s about to pull her in for a hug, but changes his mind at the last second and pats her on the shoulder instead.

Her brows draw together, and she looks so adorably confused.

Brantley is next, and he does pull her to him for a quick one armed hug and awkwardly kisses the top of her head. It’s a total mom move and one I’ll be making fun of him for later. “I had fun tonight.”

“That makes one of us,” she grumbles under her breath, but I’m close enough to catch it.

“See you tomorrow, bright and early.” My smile is wide, practically stretching across my entire face, and I can’t help it. This is too good. “Make sure you get a good night’s sleep.”

Her sharp breath is music to my ears as I hook a finger under her chin, but instead of kissing her where she really wants, I give her a quick peck on her forehead.

She doesn’t quite know what to do and takes a step back, eyeing us like we’ve all lost it.

Brantley doesn’t linger, fuck, I’m not sure he can. The man deserves a medal after his performance tonight. He’s the only one of us who hasn’t been able to properly touch her, and I know it’s driving him mad.

He says one last short goodbye and pushes us out the door and doesn’t stop herding us until we’re in the stairwell.

“Fuck me.” He grabs the rail with a groan. “I’m going to have tennis elbow by the end of the week. That was pure fucking torture. I almost lost it in the kitchen, almost kissed her.”

Maverick walks up a few steps and stops. When he turns around, the look on his face is pure anguish. “How do you think I felt at work today? Shit. I almost mauled her in the damn elevator. If it weren’t for James standing right there when the damn door opened, I might have.”

“James?” I scratch the side of my jaw, peering between the two of them. “Do you think that will be a problem? I don’t need him giving Kinsley a hard time because of us.”

Maverick shakes his head, dancing his fingers along the metal railing. “I don’t think so. He’s pretty loyal to us.”

I huff a laugh, passing the guys, and head up the stairs. “He has been; hopefully that doesn’t bite us in the ass.”

Brantley groans from behind me. “At least you assholes know what she feels like.”

“To be fair, we did extend an invitation.”

“I know.” He groans again. “But I want it to be different. I don’t want her to be with me out of obligation. I want her to come to me because she can’t stand to live another moment without me, us, by her side.”

“Or in her bed.”

“That too.”

“Who knew Brantley was so damn sentimental.” Maverick chuckles, unlocking the door to our floor and opening it for us.

Brantley stalks past him, glaring a hole in the side of his head. “Fuck off.”

“She’ll come around. Her brother loves us. Oh.” I point a finger in Brant’s face, giving him a pointed look. “Thanks for making me look like an epic jackass asking about his nuts.”

“You’re welcome.” He lifts a shoulder, unlocks his door, and just leaves us.

No, he’s the jackass; I’m sure of it.

“Well, I have to jerk off in the shower.” Maverick dances past me and pats me on the back. At least he touched me before touching himself and not the other way around.

Still.

“You don’t need to share everything about your life with me.”

He smiles and gestures to my semi-hard dick. “You aren’t going to do the same thing?”

I scoff, unlock my door, and glance at him over my shoulder. “Probably not in the shower.”

“Same difference. Just remember if you touch it too much, you’ll go blind.”

“Well, you can still see, so I think I’m okay.” I enter my apartment and head straight for my bedroom. My brother is right about one thing—we’re all going to have tennis elbow by the time this is all said and done.

Worth it, though.

And I know Kinsley wants us just as much as we want her. If I have to play a little dirty to get her to realize it, so be it.