Page 104 of Decidedly Off Limits

It was definitely in bed while snuggling up to Trent—but you’d have to take my word for it.

It was a week after the auction and the sun was streaming cheerfully through my bedroom window. Trent was catching up on the latest news on his iPhone. I was leafing through a photography magazine, a special edition focused solely on portraits. I had contacted Jennifer Ashton this past week, and we had gone out for lunch yesterday to discuss what she was looking for with the upcoming ad campaign she thought I would be perfect for as the photographer.

To say I was nervous was an understatement…but I was also excited for the chance to prove myself.

Without warning, Trent kissed my temple. I smiled sweetly at him. “What was that for?”

“’Cause you’re too sexy for words.” The lopsided grin on his face was enough to turn my panties damp, if I had been wearing any. “’Cause I love kissing you.”His mouth grazed against mine. “And ’cause I love how I can now do that whenever and wherever I want. I love how I no longer have to hide how I feel about you.”

This time the kiss wasn’t just a soft brush of lips. This time it was possessive, hungry.

Divine.

When he finally pulled back, my breath had long since been stolen away. But that was okay. It wasn’t like I needed oxygen anyway. The man I loved was next to me, the man who had already shown me that I was the center of his universe and always would be.

“We’re not completely there yet,” I said. “Erin might be okay about us”—which only came about after Trent promised he would never do anything to hurt me, and she was welcome to cut off his balls if he did. And I had promised never to be a reincarnate of She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named—“but I still have to tell Liam.”

You know how you’re not supposed to break up with someone via text? Well, it’s also not recommended you tell your brother that you’re sleeping with his best friend the same way. I mean, sure for Trent’s own safety it would probably be better if I told Liam the truth via text. It would be a lot harder to physically hurt his best friend that way, unless he called in favors from his SEAL brothers. Some were reported to be the best snipers around—unfortunately for Trent.

“When are you planning to do that?” he asked.

“As soon as he returns home.” And by “home” I meant when he came back to San Francisco to visit us. As it was, I still had no idea when he was returning to the US. I hadn’t heard from him in the past twenty-four hours, and before that he’d promised me it wouldn’t be much longer.

“He’s going to kill me, isn’t he?” Trent said, only half joking.

“He’ll be fine once he realizes how much I love you.” I tossed the photography magazine over the side of the bed and grabbed the back of his neck. I pulled his head closer to mine, and reminded him once again with actions and not just words how much I loved him.

Vaguely, in the back of my head, I heard the bedroom door click open. But kissing Trent and feeling his hardening length against my stomach took precedence over paying attention to the sound.

“What the fuck, Salway?”

At the sound of one very pissed off brother, I squeaked like a mouse who had been caught in the expensive cheese. Trent muttered a curse and jerked back. But to my immediate relief, he didn’t move completely away, his naked body shielding mine from my brother. The sheet had pulled away, revealing my breasts, when Trent had moved to kiss me. Despite the tense situation, I imagined Liam was also thankful that Trent’s body was shielding mine—the only thing he was thankful for.

Although I was positive he would’ve been happier if Trent’s sexy ass wasn’t mooning him.

I yanked the sheet up, covering Trent’s assets and myself. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?” I asked, my voice little more than a whisper. Under normal circumstances I would’ve rushed over to hug my brother because he was safe and back in the States. Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t have been naked and in bed with his best friend.

Oops.

Instead of answering me, Liam glared at Trent, who had carefully shifted away from me, his back no longer to my brother. Smart move.

“What the fuck, Salway?” Liam repeated. “I asked you to keep an eye on Kelsey. I didn’t ask you to fuck her.”

I flinched at the anger in his tone. And I was positive the hard-of-hearing eighty-five-year-old woman down the street also flinched at it.

“I wasn’t fucking her, as you so crudely put it,” Trent said, his voice holding the same sharp edge as Liam’s, but with the volume at a more reasonable level.

“That’s because I interrupted you before you could. Now get out of my sister’s bed.” Liam didn’t even glance in my direction.

“It’s not what you think, Liam…” I hurriedly pointed out, and his gaze finally swung to me.

“Does your best friend know you’re sleeping with her brother?” he asked before I could tell him exactly what was going on between Trent and me.

I nodded. “She also knows I’m in love with him,” I said in what I hoped was a calming voice.

Shock flashed on Liam’s face, quickly replaced by a scowl. He turned that scowl on Trent.

“And I’m in love with your sister,” Trent said and gazed down at me, his gorgeous green eyes full of love and warmth. “Have been for a while now.”