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PENNY

“Penelope Richards, you suck.” Jameson throws a pillow at me as I cackle on the loveseat opposite him and Angie on the sofa.

“You play with the bull, you get the horns.” Without thinking, both me and Angie place our fingers on our heads as horns and pull funny faces at him. He just groans and rolls his eyes as our giggles cascade through the room.

“I should’ve gone to boys’ night. I bet Jenson found out more about your sex-nanigans than I did.” Jameson pouts as he takes a sip of his beer.

Angie scoffs loudly. “Doubtful. Big Ben isn’t going to give all the horny details to him with Hank sitting opposite them, is he?” Jameson frowns at her as Angie turns to look directly at me. “Okay, tell us one thing. Does he live up to his name?” Her brows wiggle as she clicks her tongue, waiting for my response.

“What? Big Ben?” She nods, grinning like a Brady, which makes me laugh. “Yes. Yes he does.” She squeals loudly and Jameson nods his appreciation. “Where’s Jonathan tonight?”

“He’s working late. A patient is having a crisis, so Jonathan is helping. And I won’t even complain about the late night. That man is the best thing that ever happened to me. He has a heart of gold and a dick of steel.” He sighs dreamily into his beer.

“I feel the same way about Jenson. He’s goofy and silly, but when it really counts, he’ll be there, helping when he can. Plus, the man can make me come in a matter of seconds with that tongue of his.”

Jameson gabs the corner of a pillow, flicks his wrist, nailing her in the face, while I groan loudly. Discussions about Jonathan’s junk and Jenson’s tongue are really far too much information for me.

“What?,” Angie teases. “He’s allowed to talk about dicks of steel but I can’t talk about Jenson’s amazing tongue?”

“Dude, that’s our brother.”

I nod my approval at Jameson’s words as Angie huffs and sips her wine.

“Right, so I’ve spoken about my husband. Angie has scarred us with her revelations about Jenson. You have to tell us something, Sis?”

I squirm a little in my seat. Normally I’d tell these two everything. But what I do with Ben is so different from what I’m used to, I’m a little nervous about it. Taking a big gulp of my apple juice from the beautiful wine glass Jameson always gives me, I sigh.

“Fine, but you can’t judge me.” The anticipation is clear in their eyes as they both promise not to. “Ben likes to take control in the bedroom, and I like it. A lot.” My cheeks are scarlet and I close my eyes so I can’t see their faces.

“That’s hot. We do that too, but we switch it up. One day I take charge and the other he does. It keeps things interesting.”

Thank god for Angie. I’m a little weirded out with images of Angie bossing my brother about in the bedroom, but I’ll skip past it because she’s making it sound so normal, so acceptable. I slowly open my eyes and find Jameson grinning.

“I take charge too. I wouldn’t call myself a ‘Dom’ but I love it when Jonathan calls me sir. I’ve never told anyone that.”

My eyes bulge, and I suddenly see Jameson in a whole new light. His and Jonathan’s relationship is so loving and equal. Jonathan is as equally strong a personality as Jameson, and they have disagreements all the time. I guess I never thought a submissive bedroom personality could still be someone who can hold their own. Which is stupid. I’m clearly submissive too, and standing up to Ben, or my sass as he put it, is something he enjoys about me.

“I figured you were.” Angie’s blasé attitude knocks me for six, and Jameson has a very similar reaction. “What? It’s not a shock. You give off strong, powerful vibes. Actually, I picture you whenever I reread a particular book. You remind me of a specific character.”

“What book?” The intrigue in Jameson’s voice is apparent, but the mischief on Angie’s face tops it.

“I’m not telling you. You’ll have to guess.”

“Hold on.” A thought occurs to me that I have to voice. “So when you’re reading this book, and they’re getting down and dirty and you’re getting all hot and steamy, you’re thinking of Jameson?” I place my glass on the coffee table and lean my elbows on my thighs to get closer to them, eager to hear her reply. Jameson turns in his seat so he’s facing her as well.

“Well, yeah. Jameson’s hot. He reminds me of Jenson, but a serious version.”

Jameson sits back in his chair, smugness personified.

“Does Jenson know?” I’m practically vibrating with the need to share this with him.

“No, of course not. He’d get all butt hurt—I love that saying by the way, we don’t have it in England.” She points a finger at both of us and gives us each a warning glare. “So that means neither of you can tell him either.”

I slump back in my chair, arms folded, pouting. “That’s not fair. It would drive him insane knowing you had a crush on his brother.”

“He nearly had a coronary when he thought she’d seen Jaxson naked. We can’t tell him this.” Jameson leans in a little closer and whispers in her ear, “It’ll be our little secret, baby.”

“Ew, gross. Don’t call her baby.” Throwing the coaster from my side of the coffee table at him to make my point does nothing as he and Angie make kissy faces at each other.

A loud voice booms from behind me and makes us all jump. “And why are you making kissy faces at my brother? Is this what happens when I leave you alone?” Jenson stands in the kitchen doorway after clearly sneaking in from the back door, his arms folded over his chest but a grin on his lips.

“I think your brother is sweet on me, Hotshot.”

Jenson’s eyes turn black and he shoots a look at her so full of pure lust, I have to look away. Something about that nickname does things to him that I really don’t want to see.

“He’s not the only one.” He stalks toward the sofa, slaps Jameson on the back of the head, and drops down between them, wiggling his hips to make room for his large frame in the small space..

I’m about to ask how my dad was, but my words are lost when a hand grips the back of my neck. I tilt my head back so I'm looking at an upside down Ben, who smiles and whispers, “Hi,” before crashing his lips to mine.

I’m vaguely aware of the noise around me, mostly grumbles from Jenson and Jameson, but I don’t care. Ben’s lips pressed against mine, his tongue caressing my own, it’s all perfection, and it makes everything else disappear.

When he breaks away, he smiles again, places a kiss on my forehead, and casually walks around the loveseat. I scoot over to make a little more room for him, but he rolls his eyes, slips one hand under my legs, the other around my waist, and lifts me up as I squeal and hold on to his neck. He quickly sits back in the seat, places me in his lap, and smirks at the audience we have.

“So boys, what’s new?”

His arm is still wrapped around my waist, his hand resting on my hip while the other one rests on my thigh, as I just stare at him shocked. I quickly look around to see Angie salivating, Jenson grinning, and Jameson mirroring me, mouth open in shock, but what looks like admiration in his eyes.

“I take it we need to get used to this.” Jenson wags his finger at us and I squirm a little.

“Keep squirming, Little One, it feels fucking delicious.”

I stop moving and turn my head to face him. He’s smirking. The son of a bitch. Well two can play this game.

Smiling sweetly, I lean over to grab my glass from the coffee table, firmly pressing my ass against his now hard length. I make sure I grind down a little as I straighten up and don’t miss the puff of breath shooting from his lips.

Angie winks at me conspiratorially and I smile back. She knows what I’m doing, and she approves. “Everything okay there, Benny boy?”

“I’m fine. What were you guys discussing before we rudely interrupted you?”

The hand on my waist slowly starts to move toward my back and slips under my shirt. The feel of his warm fingers against my skin makes me inhale sharply. Fuck, he’s got more moves than I do.

Rather than giving into defeat, I lean back, getting really comfortable, and let my head rest on his shoulder, my lips close to the skin of his neck. I blow a little air out and feel him suppress a shiver.

He bends his head down so his lips are against my ear. “You better stop playing with me, Little One. I have no problem with touching you, fucking you even, in front of everyone.”

My eyes shoot open, I sit upright and declare I need the bathroom, and I hop off Ben’s lap, leaving the room quickly. I don’t need my brothers to see me on the edge of an orgasm.

Once I’ve calmed myself down, splashed some cold water on my face, I emerge and face everyone again with narrowed eyes, challenging them to say anything to me. None of them do and I take my seat on the other side of Ben, making sure we have a little room to breathe. But he has other ideas and scoots closer to me, our thighs pressed against each other and his hand landing on the back of the sofa behind me. I roll my eyes but relax into the familiar feel of having him near.

“They were just talking about the Spartans’ chances in the playoffs.” Angie buries herself into Jenson’s side and he kisses the top of her head.

“Next year we’ll get there. This year I don’t think we’ll make it.”

Jenson stretches his legs out as he speaks and I take a second to appreciate my brother’s maturity. But just for a second, because he grabs his phone and laughs obnoxiously at whatever he sees, ruining the moment. “Check this out. I posted a picture of those two all hot and heavy to the Brady group chat, told them what he did, and Mama is having a field day.”

“You did what?” I snatch my phone off the coffee table and see the messages flying in. “Jenson, you’re such a dillhole.” Another pillow gets thrown, and Angie ducks out of the way as I try to do damage control thanks to stupid Jenson Brady.