Page 37 of Filthy Rich Brother’s Best Friends (Filthy Rich Harems #5)

Lola

All three of the guys are somehow stuffed into Jude’s bed with me.

We’re a mess of limbs, half-draped in the sheets.

Reid has his face buried in my neck and an arm draped over my middle.

Jude’s legs are tangled with mine and he’s pressed in close enough that I can feel his breath on the back of my shoulder.

Miles is further away, behind Reid, but I love that he’s here too.

I don’t want to move. I’m worried if I do it’ll break this magical spell and snap back into real life.

So, I stay in bed as long as I can. Unfortunately, my bladder has other ideas.

I shift my legs free from Jude’s and nudge Reid’s arm off my stomach. No one fully wakes, though Miles makes a soft sound as I move to the end of the mattress and stand. I grab Jude’s sweatshirt from the chair and pull it over my head as I quietly step out into the hallway.

I quickly take care of business and then head toward the kitchen. I’m dying for some coffee.

There’s some noise in the garage that has me a little on edge. I pause, listening. I can hear something being dragged across concrete. I know all three men are upstairs, so it’s not them.

I’m praying it’s just Frankie. Miles mentioned last night that she was helping to coordinate my move. I should just check but I really don’t want to.

I grind the coffee and start the pot, keeping an eye on the door to the garage. The machine clicks on with a low rumble. It’ll be a few minutes, so I lean against the counter and look out the back window.

Despite the stress of the studio and the fact that I still have to deal with my ex-roommates at some point, my body feels relaxed and settled.

It doesn’t mean everything’s fine and dandy. But I feel mentally better than I have in a long time. I don’t think I realized just how much my living situation was weighing on me.

The machine hisses behind me, indicating it’s done. I grab a mug from the cabinet and some fancy cashew milk creamer out of the fridge.

I pour the coffee and take a slow sip, even though it’s still too hot. I don’t care enough to stop though. There’s a jingle playing in my head that has only one lyric: coffee .

I hear another creaking noise from the garage and then a sharp bang makes me jump, almost spilling my coffee. I grip the counter and set the mug down.

The door to the garage swings open and Frankie steps through, holding a clipboard and looking unbothered by the fact that she almost gave me a heart attack.

“Oh my god.” I place a hand on my chest. “Do you want me to die?”

Frankie just lifts a brow and lets the door shut behind her. “You die and I’m pretty sure Miles will have me researching how to make necromancy a real, actual thing. So, no. Not ideal.”

I exhale hard and grab my coffee again. “You could knock, you know.”

“I could.” She walks past me and flips open her tablet without sitting down. “But then I’d miss the look on your face, and honestly, that was worth it.”

She types something in with one hand and gestures toward the hallway with the other.

“The movers came this morning and got all your stuff out of the house, including that sad plant in the hallway. Another crew is coming soon to paint and re-do the closet. They’ll have your room set up before dinner. ”

“Wow, talk about efficiency.” I take a sip of coffee. “You didn’t have to do this, you know.”

“I did actually. It’s kind of my job.” She taps something on the tablet, then glances up at me again. “Also, for the record, your ex-roommates are human garbage. For real, I don’t know how you put up with them as long as you did. From everything Miles told me, they’re a fucking nightmare.”

I groan. “They weren’t always like that.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s actually true.” She taps her screen again and heads for the garage. “I’ll be in and out. Don’t do anything helpful—Miles will have my ass if you do.”

I lift the mug in a half-salute. “No risk of that.”

She disappears back through the door, leaving me in the kitchen with my half-empty coffee mug.

As I’m pouring my second coffee, I hear footsteps overhead. One set. Then another. A muffled thump. A door creaks open.

They’re awake. A giddy little bubble of excitement fills my body.

Jude is the first one down. He walks up behind me, wraps both arms around my waist, and kisses my shoulder without saying a word.

“Good morning to you, too.”

“You made coffee,” he says into my neck. “That’s hot.”

Reid’s gaze sweeps me from head to toe as he enters. He grabs a mug from the cabinet. “You know what else is hot? Eggs. You making any?”

I shoot him a look over my shoulder. “Good morning, Reid. It’s nice to see you. I’m doing great, thanks for asking.”

Reid snorts and grabs a carton of eggs from the fridge. “I vote that since Jude got the first kiss, he has to cook.”

I roll my eyes and take the eggs from him. “I’ll do it. You guys haven’t had my famous sausage, egg and cheese combo yet.”

I don’t get far before Reid catches a loose handful of my hair and gives it a gentle tug. He leans in and kisses me when I tilt my head back.

I move toward the stove and start pulling pans from the drawer while Jude sets out plates. Miles shows up next, fully dressed. He pauses in the doorway, eyes flicking from the stove to the table to me.

I can feel him trying not to interfere. I hate that he still feels like an outsider in this. He’s not.

“Want to help, Miles?” I ask, cracking the first egg into the bowl.

Miles steps forward and reaches for the bread. “Toast?”

“Perfect.”

Jude hums while he slices fruit. Reid cooks the sausage while I scramble the eggs and keeps grabbing my ass and squeezing. I giggle and poke him in the ribs.

When everything’s ready, I start to move toward the table.

“Not here,” Jude says, nodding toward the hallway. “Let’s eat in the little room near the library.”

Reid already has two plates in hand. “Good. The kitchen chairs suck.”

We eat. We pass food. We talk about what’s going on in the news today. It feels almost normal.

Which is exactly when my brain decides to ruin it.

My stomach tightens suddenly. I take another bite of eggs and try not to let the mood shift show on my face.

“You’re worrying,” Jude says gently.

“I’m not.”

Reid snorts into his coffee. “That was convincing.”

“I’m just thinking.”

Miles speaks without looking up. “You’re spiraling. Just a little bit. It’s alright.”

I take a bite of toast. “I’m just trying to figure out how bad it’s going to be when I eventually talk to them again. I mean, I can avoid them for a while, but I still have to pay rent.”

“You don’t owe rent,” Miles says plainly.

I blink. “What? What do you mean?—”

“There’s no lease in place. I, um, checked.”

“And when exactly did you do that?” Reid challenges.

“That’s not the point. You don’t have to pay rent. There was no signed agreement. If they try to take you to court, they have no enforceable claim.”

“Oh.”

“You have nothing to worry about,” Jude assures me. He leans in and presses a kiss to my shoulder.

Reid reaches for my plate. “You done?”

“Yeah.”

He stacks it with his own and stands, but instead of heading toward the kitchen, he sets the dishes on a side table.

Jude watches him move. “Are we cleaning up?”

“Later.” Reid closes the door, locks it and leans back against the wall with his eyes on me. “I’d rather do something else right now.”

I give him a look. “You’re so subtle, Reid.”

“Wasn’t trying to be.”

Reid pats the table we were just eating on. “Lay down, Lola.”

I do and Reid doesn’t waste any time. His lips crash into mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, claiming me with a ferocity that leaves me gasping. His hands roam my body, pinching my nipples until I whimper.

He pulls away and drops to his knees between my legs. He yanks my panties to the side, exposing me to the cool air. Then he buries his face between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my clit like a man possessed.

“Fuck, Reid,” I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. This is an even more intense version of Reid than I’m used to. He growls against me, his tongue fucking me in quick, relentless strokes.

My hips buck against his face, desperate for more. He slides two fingers inside me, and immediately finds that spot that drives me fucking crazy. I come hard, my body convulsing.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard later, but I’m trying to be a good boy and learn how to share,” Reid says.

Jude steps forward, his cock already straining against his pants. He grabs me by the hips and flips me onto my stomach.

He lightly slaps one of my butt cheeks, the sound echoing through the room, before spreading me open and burying his face in my pussy from behind. His tongue is relentless, licking and sucking at my clit while his fingers plunge in and out of my pussy.

“You taste so fucking good,” Jude groans, his voice muffled against my body. He pulls away long enough to strip off his pants, his cock springing free, thick and ready.

He grabs a condom and rolls it on with practiced ease. He lines himself up with my entrance and pushes in slowly, inch by inch, until he’s buried in me. I cry out, as he starts to move, his hips pushing into mine with a tortuously slow rhythm.

Miles watches from the sidelines, his hand stroking his cock as he watches Jude fuck me senseless.

He steps forward, his eyes locked on mine, and grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he commands, and I obey without hesitation.

He shoves his cock past my lips, fucking my mouth with the same intensity Jude is fucking my pussy.

I’m in heaven. Jude’s cock is stretching my pussy to its limits, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Miles’s cock fills my mouth, his salty pre-cum coating my tongue. I can feel myself getting close again, the pressure building inside me until it’s unbearable.