Page 28 of Filthy Rich Brother’s Best Friends (Filthy Rich Harems #5)

Reid

I shove the door open and walk out.

The air out here feels almost as thick as it did inside. I clench my fists as I start moving. I don’t know where the hell I’m going. I just know I need distance.

From her. From them. From the truth.

I’m furious.

How dare Miles put me on display like that. Asshole should have kept his mouth shut. I don’t know what’s gotten into him lately, but he’s been a mouthy fuck. He keeps calling me out on bullshit he would’ve let slide before we moved next to Lola.

And Jude—smug bastard didn’t even blink. He shows up with gifts and a big smile and gets the girl without even trying. He's never once had to earn his place in life. He’s had everything from the start. I don’t doubt that he’s happy to share, I just don’t get why.

It makes me want to hit something.

Then there’s Lola.

She wants to play it like she’s innocent in all this. She’s not. She’s the one tearing us apart piece by piece—she’s ruining us. She keeps saying she doesn’t want to choose, but that’s bullshit. Choosing not to choose is still a choice.

She kisses all of us with the same mouth, whispers the same soft sounds no matter whose hands are on her. It’s bullshit and I don’t fucking care.

Except I do.

I’ve had her in my bed, in my hands, in my fucking mind. I don’t want to share. I never said I could. I never said I would.

She keeps pulling us in, stringing us along. She looks at me like I’m everything, then turns around and falls into bed with one of them.

That doesn’t stop me from wanting her anyway though.

I want all of her. And it’s killing me that she won’t give me everything.She’s only offering a part of herself—that’s not how I play.

I keep walking aimlessly, trying to get away from these feelings.

I think about a time back in college. Lola was visiting Wes for the weekend and we’d taken her out to some party with us. She was seventeen and too young to be there, not that she’d ever let that stop her.

I had one too many drinks, and I was mouthing off about some guy Lola was talking to—a frat douche with chinos and a beemer. I said he was basic, boring.

I remember the way she let me have it. She met me blow for blow, never backing down.

“If you’re that threatened by him, just say so. But don’t pretend your opinion matters. You’re not my brother, and you sure as hell don’t get a vote.”

No one had ever spoken to me like that. She saw right through the attitude and the posturing and still went toe to toe with me. Even now, years later, I can still hear the exact tone of her voice. I think that was the moment I started wanting her.

That was the first time I realized she wasn’t just Wes’s little sister. She was her own fucking amazing self and I’ve been chasing her ever since.

But wanting her hasn’t been simple. It’s raw and sharp and burns every time I touch it.

That girl years ago at that college party wouldn’t have let me walk away. She would’ve stopped me dead in my tracks.

So why did she let me walk away today?

“You already have me,” I think. “You’ve always had me. That’s the damn problem.”

By the time I make it back to the studio, I half expect them all to be gone. I’m surprised to find they’re still there.

I push the door open. It shuts behind me with a thud. They all turn.

“I’m not sleeping with your roommate.”

“Okay…and?”

I move closer to her. “I don’t know, maybe I wanted to push you away. You’re dangerous. You have to know that. I don’t know how to handle this. But I don’t know how to walk away from you either.”

This hurts, but I need her to hear it. I need her to know that even when I get it wrong—and I always get it wrong—I still come back. I will always come back for her.

She doesn’t say anything. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and the expression on her face tells me she’s sick of my shit. I don’t know what else I can say to prove I mean it. So, I show her.

I step into her space. My hands catch her face, and I kiss her, leaving no room for doubt. She gasps against my mouth. Her hands drop to her sides for a second, then wrap around my back.

My mouth moves against hers in a rhythm I can’t control. I pour every word I didn’t say into the way I kiss her. Every second I wasted, every fight I picked.

And she opens for me.

It takes effort to pull back. But I do. This isn’t just about the two of us.

“If we’re doing this,” I say to the others, “then we do it all the way. If we’re sharing, I think we need to understand what that actually means.”

Miles watches me with that unreadable expression he wears when he’s analyzing every angle. Jude isn’t like Miles. He makes decisions with his heart and it’s clear that Lola holds that in the palm of her hands. He steps forward without hesitation.

He fills in the space behind her. He brushes her hair over one shoulder and presses his lips to the back of her neck. She leans into him instinctively, eyes fluttering shut.

I drag my hand down until it wraps around her throat as I pull her in for another kiss. My tongue sweeps against hers and the sound she makes tears straight through me.

Jude’s hands settle on her waist. Her body is caught in the tension we’re drawing tighter with every second. She kisses me harder, one hand grabbing the front of my shirt, the other reaching back to grip Jude’s hip.

I pull back just enough to speak. “You good?”

She nods, her lips pink and swollen. “Are you?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m good.”

Miles locks the front door and pulls the shades down in the studio.

He steps closer, his eyes never leaving Lola. When he’s close enough, he reaches out and strokes her cheek. I feel the shudder that runs through her.

“I want all of you,” she whispers.

Miles brushes her lower lip. “Then we’re yours.”

Jude’s mouth is on her shoulder now. His hands are already under her top, sliding along her stomach, moving up to her breasts.

I grip her chin and tilt her face back toward mine. “We’re going to take our time with you.”

Her pupils are enormous. “I want that.”

Then everything between us clicks into place with perfect clarity.

Jude lifts her shirt and I watch as he reveals inch after inch of her skin. She lifts her arms to help him. Miles steps in and pulls down her leggings. He eases the fabric over her hips and kneels behind her to help her step out of them.

Jude’s mouth finds her neck again. Then her shoulder. His fingers trail beneath the band of her bra, grazing the swell of her breast.

She’s not nearly naked enough. I grab the band of her sports bra and pull it up over her head. I watch her nipples tighten with the cool air.

“Get on the floor,” I say, voice low.

She quickly lays down near the mirrored wall. Jude steps in behind her and grabs a stack of fresh towels from the storage shelf. He unrolls two, and lays them out on the mat.

She sits first, then shifts until she’s lying across the middle, completely exposed. Fuck, I want her so badly.I’ve always wanted her.

Miles sinks to his knees. His hands land on her thighs, spreading them wide as he leans in. His tongue flicks against her clit and she moans. He locks his hands around her thighs and holds her steady.

Jude kneels behind her. He drags his hand down her chest, over the center of her stomach, then down between her legs to meet Miles’s mouth.

The sound she makes is barely human.

I lean down to cradle her face in my hand. She whimpers into my mouth as I press a kiss to her lips. Jude slides two fingers inside her as Miles sucks on her clit. She holds on for dear life as her body arches and twists.

“Good girl,” I murmur. “Let it happen.”

She comes with a broken gasp, writhing between them. Neither of them stops. Jude keeps curling his fingers deep. Miles licks her pussy until she breaks again. Her second orgasm hits even harder.

I kneel beside her and press my forehead to hers.

“You want more?”

“Yes,” she pants. “Please…”

I glance at the others.

Miles stands and strips off his shirt, then unbuckles his jeans. Jude is already naked. His cock is flushed dark and dripping from the tip. He positions himself on the floor behind her and pulls her into his lap. She turns toward him and kisses him.

I grab a condom from my wallet and roll it on.

Jude holds her up as I step between her legs. I grab her hips and pull her forward until the head of my cock brushes her entrance.

She moans into Jude’s mouth.

I thrust in deep, burying myself to the hilt. Her breath stutters.

Miles steps up beside her and cups the back of her head, turning her toward him. She doesn’t miss a beat. My greedy girl strokes his cock once before swallowing him down.

She’s stretched open in every direction. Jude kisses her throat and holds her steady. Miles groans as her lips slide down his length. I fuck her in deep, punishing strokes.

It doesn’t take long for her peak to build a third time. I reach between us and circle her clit. Her body tightens immediately.

“One more,” I growl. “Give us one more.”

She comes with a scream.

I curse and explode, pushing into her hips so hard she’ll probably have a bruise tomorrow. Miles jerks in her hand and comes with a shuddering groan.

She’s a blissed-out mess, sprawled across Jude’s chest. My hands are still on her. Miles gently brushes her hair back from her face.

This is the part where I usually detach. Panic will set in and I’ll start counting reasons to run. All I want is more though. Lola Monroe Hayes is mine. Ours. I’m not going anywhere ever again.