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Oliver sighs his acceptance and begins to carefully fuck my face while his brother pounds me from below, the two of them striking up an accomplished rhythm.

I can feel the coil of lust tightening in my lower gut, but it’s not quite enough, and I whimper in frustration.

Oz bites down on one of my sensitive nipples, and I buck against him, grinding for more friction, and finally he presses his thumb against my clit, rotating in a firm, practiced motion that has everything inside me ready to explode.

“I’m going to come,” Oliver warns me, and I suck him harder, wanting every part of him.

His salty-sweet seed splashes on my tongue, and I swallow around him as he groans and tightens his fists in my hair.

Eventually he pulls away from me and bends to take my lips in a deep and drugging kiss, but Oz chooses that moment to land a stinging swat against my ass. I scream as the unexpected slap launches me into the stratosphere and Oliver swallows the sound, his hands firm on the back of my neck as my orgasm barrels through me like the wave of a tsunami, obliterating every conscious thought in my head and replacing it with pure pleasure.

I’m barely aware of Oz roaring his own climax because my entire body is riding the crest of wave after wave of bliss.

Afterwards, I feel wrung out, but also more sated and content than ever before. I thought it might be awkward, but the brothers take such gentle care of me it’s enough to have tears pricking behind my eyes.

Oscar picks me up and carries me to his bedroom, and Oliver fetches a bottle of water which he leaves on the bedside cabinet, and a hot, wet cloth which he uses to clean me up while I lay there like a limp noodle.

Finally, Oz crawls into the big bed beside me, and I snuggle into him with a satisfied smile, my eyes already starting to droop.

Oliver tries to move away, but I capture his hand to pull him back, and after a second he strips out of his clothes and climbs in on my other side, so that I am the middle of a very decadent sandwich.

I already know I’m going to get the best night’s sleep I’ve had in weeks and for once I can’t wait to see what the new day has to bring.

Fifteen

Cope

Bzzz.Bzzz.

I swat at the aggravating insect next to my head. Damn bumblebees are all over the place on this island, drawn to the brilliant flowering foliage that pretty much stays in bloom year-round.

I was up far too late last night, unable to sleep for thoughts of Neve.

Neve.

The thought of her shakes off the last remnants of sleep, and I roll over, tucking my hands beneath my head and blinking sleepily up at the ceiling. She’s even sexier than I remember from the bookstore.There’s this intriguing bit of innocence and vulnerability about her…I like it. It makes me feel strong…manly.

Like Captain-Freaking-America, even down to the need for my brothers and me to keep her safe.

Chuckling into the quiet of my empty bedroom, I flex my biceps and pecs and roar softly, “I’ll protect you, lil’ lady.”

Rising, I scrub my hand through my hair, rubbing the bed head out of it, and start getting dressed. “Shirt… where’s the shirt? Gotta cover up these fine mus-culls…”

I talk to myself. Always have, and it’s not something I see changing anytime soon. It’s just the way my brain works. Thoughts spill directly from my lips as soon as I think them. Used to drive my father nuts with it.

“Don’t have to worry about him anymore, thank God.”

The buzzing sound comes again, and I realize it’s my phone and not a bee. Reaching for it, I open up the text app and spy a message from Jesse in our group chat.

Jesse:Got something planned for tonight. Should sort out how serious this chick is.

Oscar:She’s fucking serious, J. Stop looking for problems.

Jesse:You’re pussy whipped. Can’t see past your dick.

Remi:All right, that’s enough. What plans?

Jesse:You’ll see. And I’ll concede—if she’s into it and not a quivering mess, then she might be here for something real.